#and then immediately when I went to look up a build guide saw that that's extremely unrecommended for beginners

[starlightcleric]

Random video game updates ramblings:

I still haven't finished BG3. It's still haunting me.

In gaming with my brother (a weekly occurrence), we called an end to our Roots of Pacha game, played through co-op Portal 2, tried to play Magicka but it was too buggy, finished all the content in Escape Simulator, and next week are going to start into Wasteland 3!

This is a prelude to say that I've been digging into character building guides for Wasteland 3, and not retaining most of it because I've been sick.

Which means obviously I need to start playing Arcanum, another class-less open build game you can shoot yourself in the foot with.

[spookysanta]

Keep Your Eyes Open. (MBJ)

Summary: When she talks slick, she has to pay the price.

Pairing; Michael B. Jordan x reader

Warnings: porn without plot, basically. rough sex - hair pulling, choking, spit, whole nine. unhinged michael.

a late idea i had. you're welcome.

MINORS DNI

It started with her mouth.

It always did.

She’d been talking slick since the moment she woke up. Half-whispers while brushing her teeth, playful digs over coffee, brushing up against him as she passed by just to smirk and keep walking. It wasn’t even full-blown teasing. It was worse. Constant. Casual. That quiet, confident tone she used when she thought she had the upper hand.

Michael let it ride. He didn’t say a word.

All day long he’d just watched her. Tracked every word she said, every swing of her hips when she turned a corner, every stretch of her thighs beneath one of his old T-shirts. No bra. No panties. Just the shirt and her mouth.

It had been building for hours.

When she walked through the bedroom that night, barefoot and freshly showered, humming to herself like she hadn’t been a menace all damn day, he barely looked up from his phone. But when she paused in front of the mirror, caught a glimpse of herself, and turned just slightly to admire the curve of her ass in his shirt, she did it.

She smirked. Right at her own reflection.

And that was it.

Michael set his phone down and stood.

She didn’t hear him at first. Not until he was behind her. Not until his hands were at her waist and his mouth was at her ear. “Stay right there. In front of the mirror.”

Her breath hitched. She looked up. Saw his eyes in the reflection — low, dark, unreadable.

He pushed her forward gently until her palms were on the dresser and her face was nearly pressed to the glass. Her shirt rode up with the motion, exposing the curve of her hips and the soft dip of her lower back. He stepped back just enough to look at her. Really look at her.

The mirror showed everything. Every inch of her skin. Every shift of her weight. Every nervous flutter of her eyelashes. “Michael—”

His hand slid up her spine, slow and firm, until it reached the back of her neck. He held her there, thumb brushing the hairline behind her ear. “You wanted attention,” he said, his voice low and calm. “So now you’re gonna watch what it looks like when you get it.”

He didn’t give her time to respond. One hand held her steady, and the other gripped her hip, guiding her back onto him in one hard, hungry thrust.

She gasped, eyes went going in the mirror, lips parting in a silent scream. Her knees almost buckled.

“Look at you,” he muttered, drawing back just far enough to slam into her again. “Watch your face when I fuck the attitude out of you.”

She tried to. Tried to stay focused. But it was impossible to hold her own gaze when the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room and her body shook with every thrust.

Michael’s grip was unforgiving. One hand anchored on her waist, pulling her back to meet every stroke, the other sliding between her legs, fingers slick with the evidence of how much she loved this. His fingertips circled her clit, slow and brutal, until her moans got louder, sloppier, higher-pitched. “You feel that?” he said, breath hot against her ear. “You feel how soaked you are for me?”

She nodded, eyes fluttering.

“Say it.”

“I feel it,” she moaned. “Fuck, Michael—I feel everything.”

He growled deep in his chest. Fucked into her harder. Her thighs slapped against the dresser edge, hips arching, tits bouncing beneath the shirt that clung to her sweat-damp skin.

Then he stilled.

Pulled out.

She whimpered from the loss, confused and dizzy.

He turned her around by her shoulders, pushed her down to her knees. “Open.”

She did, mouth wide, tongue out, eyes up.

He gripped the back of her head, slid into her mouth inch by inch, slow enough to savor it, deep enough to feel her swallow around him. Her lips were soft and warm and so eager. Spit coated his cock almost immediately. She was messy with it, drool dripping down her chin, her own arousal practically pouring between her thighs just from the act of pleasing him. “God, this mouth,” he breathed, hips starting to roll. “I could live in this fucking mouth.”

She moaned around him. That sound vibrated against him, sent a pulse of heat straight up his spine. 

“You love when I make a mess on your pretty face?”

She gagged as he thrust deeper. Then he pulled back, wiped the spit from her cheek with his thumb, and let it trail down to her neck.

“Say it.”

“I love it,” she panted. “Love when you make a mess of me. Love when you use my mouth. Love it—need it—”

“Good.”

He didn’t warn her.

He just came.

Hot and hard across her tongue, groaning as her eyes fluttered, as her lips stayed open and perfect to catch it all. He let it drip down her chin, smearing it with his thumb, then kissing her forehead like a prize.

She was still trembling when he lifted her again.

Still dizzy when he turned her back around and bent her over the dresser.

“You thought we were done?”

She shook her head, too gone to speak.

He buried himself inside her again, slower this time. No less intense. Her walls clenched tight around him and he moaned like it hurt. “You’re taking it so well,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder, nipping the back of her neck. “So fucking good for me.”

She tried to hold herself up. She really did. But her knees gave out with the first deep thrust.

Michael caught her and kept going.

One arm around her waist, one hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back until she could see her ruined reflection again.

Her mascara had smeared. Her lips were swollen. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow bursts.

The mirror fogged.

So did her brain.

“You feel dumb yet?”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“I feel dumb,” she sobbed. “So—so fucking dumb for you.”

He reached around, thumb on her clit. “You gon’ tap out?”

She shook her head. “I can’t,” she cried.

He slowed.

Dragged his hips deep. “You’re mine, baby. You can take it.” He leaned in close. Mouth on her neck. Teeth scraping. “Look at you. Your head's empty, isn't it? You don’t think when I’m in you. You can’t.”

Grunting, swearing, hips jerking against her until she cried out from the sensitivity, from the ache, from the stretch and the heat and the absolute ruin of it all.

He didn’t let go right away. Just held her there, pressed against the mirror, his chest to her back, breath heavy in her ear.

Her legs gave out completely.

He caught her again. Lifted her, laid her gently onto the bed. Pulled the shirt off over her head, kissed the center of her chest, and brushed his fingers along the bruises he’d left.

She was silent. Mouth slightly open. Face still messy.

Michael looked at her like he’d just claimed a kingdom.

“You gonna talk shit tomorrow?” he asked, voice low and wrecked.

She smiled weakly. “If I can walk.”

He laughed, pressing one last kiss to her neck.

“Bet.”

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[minswriting]

nsfw | mdni | aaron hotchner x reader | unprotected sex, breeding kink

it’s time to think about fucking aaron hotchner raw.

there’s just something about the way aaron looked at you that just got you going. perhaps it was the longing gazes he’d give to you throughout the day or the fact that he was not dressed in his normal suit. he was dressed in a polo t-shirt that fit him so nicely that it made you clench your thighs the moment you saw him.

so when you had gotten to the hotel that night, it was no surprise to you when you found out that the two of you would be sharing a room. it makes the most sense with how you’re dating. when you guys got to your room, you didn’t give aaron any time to look around when you pulled him to the bed.

“sweetheart?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you when you pushed him onto the mattress. “what-“ his question was interrupted when you desperately unzipped his pants. and then he knew exactly what you wanted. he licked his lips, watching you pull his pants down enough to reveal his half-hard cock.

“i need you so badly,” you breathed out, undressing yourself completely. your movements were quick and desperate as your fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. “don’t want to wait.”

and when you had finally undressed yourself completely, you sighed in relief as you moved to straddled aaron’s hips. “not even going to use protection?” he breathed out, his hands immediately going to your hips.

you shook your head. “need to feel you completely,” you said. just by watching you undress, aaron’s cock got fully hard which was perfect because you really just need him. your hand went underneath you, guiding aaron’s cock to your entrance. foreplay is overrated when all you want is dick.

you slowly eased yourself onto aaron’s cock, making the both of you hiss in pleasure. it wasn’t the first time you guys have done it without protection. there were times when aaron would come home from a really long case and fuck you like you were nothing but a cumslut for him. which you never really minded. if you end up pregnant with his child, well that’s just a solid win right there.

“yes,” you moaned, bouncing your hips, throwing your head back in pleasure as you rested your hands on his torso. you were finally getting the relief that you so desperately craved, having needed aaron’s cock buried inside of you.

aaron let out a groan, gripping your hips. “you’re so wet,” he said, looking up at you with a look of lust and adoration. “have you been thinking about this all day?”

you nodded your head, letting out a “mhm!” as rode aaron’s cock. your rhythm was slow and needy as your walls clenched around his cock.

“fuck,” he moaned, moving so that his feet were resting on the bed. he began fucking into you at a fast pace, causing you to gasp and stop your movements.

“o-oh my god,” you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure as you allowed aaron to take over. his thrusts up into you were hard and fast, just what you needed. you felt the tension building up inside of you, knowing you weren’t going to last long at all. you cried out in pleasure. “i’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“go ahead, baby, show me just how much you needed my cock,” aaron grunted, breathing heavily as he thrusted his hips up into you.

it didn’t take long for you to cum, moaning aaron’s name as you clenched around his cock. aaron followed suit, groaning your name as he came inside of you, filling you up with his cum without a single care in the world. he held you against him, keeping you still as he came inside of you.

it was no wonder when you got a positive pregnancy test a month later.

[theinheriteddutchess]

A Life Long

Pairing: Ivar the boneless x reader

Summary: You have a talent for storytelling, it caught the young prince's attention. It means your life isn't yours anymore.

Word count: 2135

Warnings: implied non-con, possessive behavior, Ivar's entitlement

Notes: my first online Ivar story, 🥹 hope you'll like it

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You watched as other girls laughed and flirted with the handsome boys around you. Watched as they got married and carried a babe or two on their hips.

You sighed inside of yourself and continued down the market and purchased fresh vegetables and fruit for the day. Mundane tasks to keep yourself busy. Excuses to go outside. Away from Ivar.

How your life could have turned differently. As a small child you enjoyed telling stories. Your parents had told you plenty, and you always begged the travellers for new tales. And so, you were the one to entertain the others at play, or at the long feasts in the Great Hall.

And then Prince Ivar heard you speak. You must’ve not been older than nine.

Surrounded by the other children, you had started your tale, building up to the most exciting part, as he pushed his way through, crawling to the front.

You continued without distraction, looking each child in the eyes as you wove your tale and captured all the attention. As soon as you were finished, they had clapped and begged for another story. You declined, telling them to wait for another time, and skipped over to your parents seeing if any sweets were left for your hungry belly.

It wasn’t until a few days later when a servant of the Queen appeared at your hut, requesting you come with them. Queen Aslaugh has asked you to distract her son from the pain coursing through him, his legs failing him again.

You had heard him scream when you were guided to his personal quarters. You had heard of his temper and you had been frightened. The Queen assured you you’d be unharmed. Ivar was in great pain and he had begged her to bring you to him to tell him a story. Anything to focus on than the agony he was experiencing.

He looked dreadful, and hissed and slapped the thralls as he growled and screamed, while they tried anything to relieve the cramping. He tried to calm down once he spotted you, but you hesitantly took a seat nearby, as his eyes focussed on you.

You hadn’t known what else to do or say so you started your story immediately, picking one full of adventure and scariness, in hopes it would lessen his suffering a bit.

It was the start of many visits to try and help him through his episodes. It seemed harmless, but one day Queen Aslaugh visited your parents. Her request quickly laid down for you to live in her household. You would be treated well, dressed as royalty, if only you would be Ivar’s playmate. Help him through his sicknesses, his moods, be his friend.

It’s not like your parents had wanted to give you up so easily, but they were just common people, and Aslaugh did not want to hear no. She would do anything for her youngest son.

Your mother urged you to be nice, while she packed a bag with a few of your belongings. Strong. Be careful. She warned you of the prince’s temper, and wanted you to be safe.

“He might bore of you. Princes are fickle, once you’ve told him all your stories, once he’s older, I’m sure he will release you. Do not worry, daughter. We will see each other.”

She was right, partially. You saw them at feasts, at market, or sometimes on free days, as rare as they might be. 

But Ivar did not tire of you.

Years went by, and he never stopped requesting your presence. At his sickbed, at his table, when he wished to go to market himself.

He still requested your stories, no matter how many times he had heard them, and seemed to favor them over any new ones you had gathered.

“I like to hear you speak,” he had told you often. Your voice was soothing to him. Your way of storytelling still captured his attention fully. People often praised you for it, but none seemed to be as enraptured as him.

In fact, there seemed to be resentment in his eyes whenever another complimented you, even if it was shared with pride.

But his attachment came with a price.

Sure, you were dressed in fine clothes, fed the best food, and being the favourite of a prince brought safety from unwanted attention. Aslaugh insisted on teaching you alongside Ivar, or perhaps he had been the one to insist on it.

However, you had no freedom to make new friends, or spend much time with those who were. You barely had time to spend alone as his request for your attention and presence became more often and longer.

You had shown interest in a boy before, and it had resulted in him being accused of stealing and being whipped. You were sure Ivar was behind it. It had made you dread your future even more.

Ivar had asked you to share his room soon after, but Queen Aslaugh had put a stop to it. 

It did not go over easily.

He had raged, insisted you were saver nearby, not your room so far from his. Would it not be simpler if you were at beck and call immediately?

She was not fooled. It might’ve been the only time she had told him no. You didn’t understand why she showed pity. Or perhaps she hoped he would choose a woman of higher status? Still, it seemed her decision protected you. She looked at you with worry in her eyes. Suddenly she seemed more present during the time spent with Ivar. Much to his annoyance.

“I am not a child,mother. We have managed without you so far.”

“Don't deny me time with my son,” she had smiled tensely. “Besides, I would like to hear the stories of our Gods again. And you speak so well.”

That was addressed to you, accompanied with a kind smile.

It had been soon after that she approached you privately.

“It seems Ivar wants to bed you.”

You gulped and did not know how to react. You had feared it, secretly, but had not wanted to truly accept it.

“Soon he's the age of marriage. And I wish him to be happy. But I know he can be hasty in his decisions, and I did not see you return his feelings.”

“I-” you stumbled to find words. “I had wished to return to my family.”

She clearly now pitied you. “I am sorry, for I love my son too dearly to cause him pain. I can’t return you, but I will try to give you the freedom to choose. If you do not wish to marry, you will have my protection.”

You did not know what she told him, but Ivar, though clearly agitated, did not treat you with contempt afterwards. He grumbled about it when he thought you were none the wiser what he was talking about, but you managed to get some answers. He had been told you were a free woman, and Aslaugh had brought you here for friendship, not as a bedmate.You were not a thrall and she wished you to be ready for marriage and your own family in your own time. He seemed to believe she had scolded him, and was under the impression he only wanted to lay with you. That the decision was his mother's, not yours.

When he played with your hair, as you sat comfortably near the window and hummed to yourself as you were mending some of your older dresses to gift to your sisters, he spoke softly. “Like you'd be a whore to me,” He tsked. “My mother thinks she knows all. You are more to me than that.”

His touch put you on edge, but he never lowered his hands, or forced you to touch him. Perhaps he had truly respected your friendship, as he did not ask you to join his room again. You hesitantly felt saver.

That did not mean he got any less possessive, however. You were still not to spend any time with a man, if you did not wish to antagonize him, or risk the poor man to be harmed.

You still were expected to sit next to him at feasts. He still asked for your stories.

And then the unfortunate day came when Queen Aslaugh was killed.

Perhaps you were supposed to be relieved, you had regained your freedom. Ivar was gone, in need to prove he was a man. Was in England with his father to raid and gain respect. And despite all her flaws, the Queen had been kind to you. She had treated you like family. Not like a daughter, no, but something close to it.

Before Lagertha had appeared, she had put her hands on your cheeks, observed you and sighed, resigned. “He needs you. I want you to look after him. You will be content.”

Words that haunted you.

When the sons finally returned things were tense. But Ragnar’s death needed to be avenged, and Ivar…there was a darkness in him that not had the chance to properly thrive before. He looked hardened, his contempt showing more and his dislike for his brothers growing.

Being away from him felt like breathing and yet, sadness took you over at all he had to suffer. You could not help the urge to comfort him whenever your eyes crossed.

He did not go to you, though. He was planning. He wanted revenge. You understood. You were in the way right now. His future only revolved around punishing those that hurt him.

Lagertha set to improving Kattegat. You all worked hard. News was few and far between. You spend time with family, tightened friendship bonds. Lived life like any other. Unseen.

The day Ivar came back, it seemed like any other day. It was not.

The battle that followed seemed quickly done once his uncle joined. Ivar was King. Like he always wanted. 

A feast was given. You had expected it, but the servant giving you Ivar’s request - and had it ever been anything less than a demand?- of your presence in the Great Hall should not have come as a surprise, yet it still filled you with dread.

You were glad he was alive. You were even happy that he had chased Lagertha away, after she had so brutally killed Aslaugh. You still remembered the soffication his dominating presence gave you, however.

Yet, you had no choice.

As soon as you arrived you were guided to the throne.

And there he sat, like he had always belonged there.

He looked different. Older. His hair was longer and braided neatly. His posture was relaxed and proud. He seemed happy.

“Come. Sit,” he smiled at you, waving to the chair next to him.

You swallowed but obeyed, as you sat down on the chair meant for his Queen.

“You look tired,” he mentioned.

“I’ve been working hard,” You replied simply.

“Yes, Lagertha worked you hard. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore. You won’t have to work ever again. I will make sure of it.”

You didn’t know how to take thay, so you hummed, not keeping your eyes off of him. It was as if you had to keep watch of his every move. 

“I have missed you,” he suddenly confessed. “But I’m glad I’m back and you’ll never have to part from me again.”

As you worried.

“I know you were not allowed here, while that bitch took over, but you will have your room here of course. And everything you’ll ever wish for.”

You were supposed to be happy so you forced a small smile on your lips.

“I’m happy you’re well and alive, Pr - King Ivar,” you murmured. That, you did mean.

“Ivar, just Ivar for you,” he insisted. Then he offered you food. 

The whole night, it was a blur or drink, food and talk. Ivar watched the celebration from his seat, occasionally grabbing your hand to kiss it affectionately. You started being nervous and drank more than you normally would.

When you couldn't stay awake you requested to retreat. And as you were guided to your room, all you thought about was getting out of the fancy dress Ivar had gifted you, and sleeping until all your worries lessened.

As you fell into a light slumber, it seemed like hours had passed until you felt movement in your bed. You woke with a startle. Blinking to see in the darkness, you heard Ivar beside you speaking.

“Even if I had to wait for years, I always knew you were going to be mine. And now, finally, the time has come where nothing is stopping me.”

As his hands crawled over your skin, you realized you were never going to be free.

[iconbyunghun]

a gun and a hard lesson

Pairing: husband!Jin Hyun-pil x reader

Summary: Jin Hyun-pil had never considered himself a jealous man. With you, he had never felt the need to be... at least not until he saw you flirting (or so it seemed to him) with one of his men. Perhaps it was time to teach you how to behave like a proper wife.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut 18+, age gap (early-20s/50s), noncon/dubcon, gun kink, manipulation, degradation, violence, choking, fearplay, unconsciousness, psychological abuse

Word count: 2.9 k

a/n: I've tried to include as many warnings as possible because I feel like I went a little overboard

Jin Hyun-pil was a man confident in himself. Manipulative, ambitious, with the natural assurance of someone who could get whatever he wanted with just a charming smile and an enticing tone of voice that could easily lure any unsuspecting ear. That was how he had obtained everything he had—building his pyramid scheme empire on lies and false hopes, preying on the poor fools desperate to cling to any chance of a better life.

And that was exactly how he had gotten you—his sweet and enchanting wife.

From the very moment his eyes landed on you, your beauty and youth drew him in like a wild animal to easy prey. It hadn’t been difficult to get close to you, using his ties to your father and the man’s desperate need to recover financially. You were so trusting, so kind, that you quickly believed in him without a second thought, allowing yourself to fall in love. And sooner than he had expected, you were in his arms, surrendering yourself to him.

He wasn’t sure if he truly loved you; not that he had time to waste thinking about such nonsense. He only knew that he couldn’t bear to be without you—at least not physically—and he was willing to get rid of anyone who even considered interfering or taking you away, anyone who so much as looked at you with the wrong intentions.

Did that make him a jealous man? Not at all.

There was no need for that when your eyes had sparkled like stars from the very first moment you saw him. Not when he was the only man you had ever given yourself to, the only one you loved enough to leave your entire life behind and follow blindly when his financial scheme collapsed and he had to flee.

The only one you had sworn to love until death, before God… or well, at least in front of a questionable priest in an improvised chapel in Manila.

No, there was no reason to be jealous. Of course not.

Possessive.

That was a much better word to describe how he was with you. You were his wife, the one who had sworn loyalty to him, promised to stay together until death parted you, blah, blah, blah…

So why the hell did you look so entertained, laughing with one of his men while he stood behind you, guiding your hands to hold a gun and aim toward the empty horizon?

He returned late at night to the lavish mansion where they were temporarily hiding, reorganizing his operation. As he walked through the door, he found it strange that you weren’t there waiting for him like always—sweet, affectionate, wrapping him in hugs and kisses while whispering how much you had missed him.

One of his security men told him you were in the backyard.

The calm he had arrived with disappeared in an instant, replaced by a rising anger that sent fire through his veins the moment he saw the scene.

It wasn’t jealousy.

It was disgust—disgust at seeing that filthy brat wrapping his arms around you, HIS wife, while you laughed, so carefree, completely oblivious. His hands clenched into tight fists, and he cleared his throat as he approached.

"Having fun?"

You felt the boy behind you tense up and immediately step back, gripping the gun he had been using to teach you how to shoot. You held your breath for a moment before both of you turned to face the newcomer, your beloved husband.

On his face, you could see the barely contained anger behind his false smile, but you chose to ignore it as you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him. You buried your face in the space between his neck and collarbone, inhaling his scent.

"Oppa, I missed you all day," you whispered sweetly.

You felt his hand settle on the small of your back, pulling you against his body with more force than necessary.

"Yeah, I can see how much you missed me."

From your position, you couldn’t see the way his mere gaze alone had the other man frozen in place, threatened without a single word.

"I want you in my office first thing tomorrow," he snapped without blinking.

The young man nodded quickly, swallowing hard.

"Let’s go," he said, this time to you.

His jaw tensed as he grabbed your forearm roughly, yanking you forward to match his pace as he strode into the mansion. He practically dragged you up the stairs, making you stumble.

"You’re hurting me," you complained once you reached the last step and managed to free yourself from his grip.

He didn’t respond. He simply kept walking toward the bedroom you shared. You followed, rubbing the spot where his grasp had left a burning sensation.

He opened the door and let you enter first before shutting it behind you, locking it with a click. Then, he turned to face you, his expression unreadable as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. His gaze lingered on your denim skirt—too short, barely brushing your knees—and on your V-neck blouse. Under different circumstances, he would have found you utterly charming. But today was not one of those days.

You didn’t know what to say. You hadn’t done anything wrong.

"Well?" he finally spoke.

Slowly, he pulled the gun from his pocket. You swallowed hard.

Never before had you felt such fear of him, but watching him slide out the magazine and inspect it with that chilling calmness made your stomach twist.

He clicked his tongue before carefully placing each piece back where it belonged, leaving the gun exactly as it had been. Then, without haste, he approached you, brandishing it in his hand.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he spoke again, his tone even tenser.

You felt your legs weaken as he lifted the gun in front of you, bringing it close to your lips. It was a soft touch, but the cold metal sent a shiver down your spine, making you let out a shaky gasp.

"I didn’t do anything," you mumbled against the tip of the weapon.

That was definitely not the answer he wanted, and it only irritated him further.

With his free hand, he grabbed your hair, yanking you slightly backward. His grip was strong, and your lips parted in a pained whimper as he slowly dragged the gun down your exposed neck.

"H-Hyun-pil..." his name escaped your trembling lips like a plea.

His gaze was locked on you, on every pathetic expression that flickered across your pretty face. And beneath his look of irritation, there was a malicious glint of amusement. He imagined a thousand ways to teach you that you belonged only to him, that you had no right to be fooling around with another man.

"Little whore," he spat with disdain.

His grip on your hair only intensified. Tears began to pool at the corners of your eyes from the pain.

"I leave for a few hours, and you're already throwing yourself at the first man who crosses your path."

"That’s not true," you blurted out desperately.

You felt a momentary relief when he loosened his grip on your hair. But a sharp cry escaped you when he suddenly shoved you onto the mattress of the marital bed.

His broad frame loomed over you, his knees sinking into the mattress as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading them apart and pulling up the fabric of your skirt. Your cunt, barely covered by the thin fabric of your panties, was now fully exposed to him.

"Look at that," he murmured mockingly, his eyes fixated on the damp spot at the center of your underwear. "You're sick, getting wet because your husband is threatening you?… Or were you already turned on from having that idiot rubbing up against you?" He arched a brow, watching you intently.

You shook your head. "I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. I never would."

Your voice was a pitiful whimper, and he swore you were on the verge of tears. Maybe that’s exactly what he wanted. He loved it when you cried and begged for him—begged for him to fuck you, begged for his attention, begged for his love. Maybe the only thing left for you to beg for was your life.

You swallowed hard, your lips trembling as you watched him slide the gun down your body until it reached your core. He began a slow, teasing motion, the cold metal pressing against your sensitive nerves, making you wetter.

He leaned down, supporting himself on his free arm as he loomed closer.

"Why… my silly princess, why can't you just behave?" he spoke in a honeyed, mocking tone.

"I just wanted to learn how to use a gun," you tried to explain. "You never have time."

"Aw, did my little princess want to use a gun?" His gaze drifted between your legs, a morbid thought crossing his mind and making him smile maliciously. "Let me teach you, then."

He returns to his previous position. You don’t make a sound—not until he slides your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping pussy before pressing the cold metal tip against you. Your eyes widen at the sudden sensation, and a high-pitched moan escapes as you feel the hard texture of the metal against your folds.

Your legs tremble in a mix of fear and excitement; you were definitely screwed.

"I'm going to ruin this pretty pussy," he murmurs with delight, the hand that had been holding your panties now moving to your sex, spreading you open. He grips the weapon firmly, beginning to slide it inside your tight walls.

You gasp and moan, your body trembling beneath him. Hyun-pil’s gaze remains fixed on you, still thrusting torturously slow. He watches as you become a mess of ragged breaths, your chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes filled with both fear and that familiar longing you always show when he touches you. A pleased smile curls on his lips.

"What's wrong, baby?" He leans in closer, this time sliding the gun in and out of your slick entrance at an excruciating pace. "Are you scared of your beloved husband?"

A louder moan escapes your lips as his teeth sink into the delicate skin of your neck, pressing hard before he soothes the bite with his tongue, licking up the tiny drops of blood that bead from the wound.

His eyes flutter shut in pleasure, a quiet groan vibrating from his throat as his cock twitches in his pants at the sweet taste of your blood, even if it's just a tiny amount. His grip on the gun weakens slightly, sending a shiver through your body.

"Please… I'm scared," you beg, but he ignores you, pressing the object in with greater determination. You writhe beneath him, moaning in distress, forcing him to place his hand on your stomach, squeezing you even harder.

"Stupid bitch, stop squirming like a worm, or you’ll make me pull the trigger. Is that what you want?"

It takes you a few seconds to process his words before you quickly shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip. Your body is slowly adjusting to the cold metal forcing its way between your tight heat.

His hand on your stomach now slides under your blouse, roughly squeezing one of your breasts.

Your hips move instinctively, chasing the pleasure building in your stomach. Your legs tense—you were so close, and he knew those signs all too well. But that wasn’t what he wanted.

You gasp as the fullness is abruptly taken away. Slowly, you open your eyes, still breathless, only to see him lifting the gun to his lips. You hold your breath as he drags his tongue over the tip, licking up your slick. His eyes remain locked on yours as he flashes a lewd, satisfied grin.

Your brows knit together, and you try to squeeze your legs shut, desperately seeking some friction. You were so close. But you freeze when he points the gun directly at your face.

"Don’t even think about touching yourself," he snaps, moving closer. "Open that pretty mouth."

Your gaze flickers between his face and the barrel hovering just inches from you. This had to be a joke. How much longer was he going to drag this out?

"Didn’t you hear me?" he growls, exasperated, tapping your cheek lightly with the weapon, leaving a faint smear of your own wetness behind.

You do as you're told, and in an instant, your mouth is filled with cold metal. You can taste yourself on it. A choked gag builds in your throat as he pushes it in deeper.

His free hand moves to the zipper of his pants, pulling it down. He slides his hand inside his boxers, stroking himself for a moment as he watches you struggle not to choke on the gun in your mouth.

He lowers his underwear, and his thick cock springs free, the tip flushed red from the pressure he’s been holding back since he started his little torture.

He drags it between your folds, gathering your slickness, tapping teasingly against your entrance.

"You're going to listen carefully now, aren't you?"

You nod.

"You're not supposed to enjoy this… but you're just a filthy little pervert, aren't you?"

His voice comes out rough, and you let out a shaky moan as you feel the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

He slides into your wetness slowly, savoring the way your inner muscles cling to him. Closing his eyes for a moment, he lets out a heavy sigh, relishing the sensation.

Without giving you time to adjust, he starts moving inside you, simultaneously jostling the gun in your mouth. You whimper in pain as your cheeks tense and the barrel knocks against your teeth. You were a complete, dripping mess beneath him—soaking around his cock, drooling around the cold steel.

His hips slam into you mercilessly, filling you without an ounce of restraint, his balls slapping against your ass. The only sounds in the room are the rough, relentless thrusts and the pathetic, pleading noises spilling from your throat.

"Ah, fuck," he groans as your tight, sticky heat squeezes him even harder each time he brushes against that special spot inside you. "Don’t even think about cumming," he growls, eyes locked onto every flicker of expression on your face—pleasure and pain blending into one.

You look at him, pleading, drowning in sobs as your stomach tightens and your walls begin to tremble around him.

"Do it… and I swear the last thing you’ll feel will be my cock buried in your cunt and a bullet tearing through your throat."

With the little sanity you had left, you shut your eyes and held your breath for a few seconds, trying to detach yourself from the feeling of his cock splitting you open.

His relentless thrusts continued, and his hand now pressed against your throat. He squeezed hard enough for the veins in his arm to bulge and pulse—under different circumstances, that might have turned you on even more. But now, all you could do was think, fear, how the air slipping through your throat was becoming more and more scarce.

Your vision blurred inevitably, and you felt yourself fading little by little. The last thing your senses registered before losing consciousness was his thick release filling you to the deepest part of you, while he withdrew the gun and crashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

When you woke up, your entire body ached, as if a car had run over you. Slowly, you began to open your eyes and noticed the room was engulfed in darkness. Then, you became aware that you were completely naked, though covered by the sheets.

Beside you, your husband was sitting, smoking with apparent ease. He turned his head slightly upon seeing you stir and let out a faint groan.

"I thought you wouldn’t wake up," he commented nonchalantly before exhaling a puff of smoke.

You gave him a wary look. He had never been gentle—neither in bed nor outside of it—but until now, things had never escalated to such intensity. And you didn’t know how to feel about it.

"What are you thinking, princess?"

He was going to drive you insane. You couldn’t read his mood at that moment. He seemed so calm… or maybe he was just pretending. Slowly, you adjusted yourself to sit beside him, pulling the sheet up to cover your chest.

"Would… would you be capable of killing me?" you asked in a near whisper, looking at him with fear.

He scanned your face, taking in your furrowed brows and the mix of sadness and apprehension in your expression.

"Jesus, of course not," he replied with a dry chuckle. "Not unless you really deserved it."

He set his cigarette down in the ashtray beside the bed.

His unbuttoned shirt fell open slightly as he settled back into position.

"You won’t do anything to deserve it, will you?" he asked, cupping your face in his hands and looking into your eyes, which shimmered despite the dim lighting.

"No, I swear I won’t," you whispered.

He smiled, pleased that you had learned your lesson, before kissing you. This time, the kiss was slow, and you couldn’t help but sigh as his beard scraped and pricked against your chin and lips.

You didn’t know who was more messed up... him, with his outbursts, or you, for being utterly at his mercy.

[eternalbuckley]

giving enzo what he begged for — sub!lorenzo berkshire

warnings: mdni 18+, sub!enzo, handjob and oral (m receiving), teasing, praise, overstimulation, ejaculation, not proofread, english is not my first language — if i missed something, please let me know!

“fucking hell, baby,” you heard enzo inhale sharply as you placed a soft kiss on the swollen tip of his cock. you had been teasing and overstimulating him for the past hour and knew that he was eager to finally feel your mouth wrapped around his aching cock and to eat you out later.

he had been begging for it on his knees the whole evening, but you weren't going to give in yet. you were enjoying it too much that his usual smug, sometimes arrogant grin disappeared and been replaced by needy, whiny, and pathetic begging.

he couldn't say more because you teasingly licked over his tip while you continued to move your hand up and down while it was nicely wrapped around his cock. “not yet, baby. i know you can hold on a little longer for me,” you looked up to him, kneeling in front of him as he sat on your bed, “or am i wrong, pretty boy?”

enzo could feel the warmth of your body and smell your scent, which made his head spin with desire. the pounding of his pulse in his ears grew louder as you continued to tease him.

he shook his head, “fuck,” he exhaled shakily and then cleared his throat, “no, you're not wrong but-”

“no buts, baby,” you whispered and spit on his cock to get it even wetter and continued to jerk him off, you noticed that he was close to coming once again.

you pressed your thighs together and noticed enzo's eyes wandering to the reflection of both of you in your mirror. he saw what you were doing and gulped before his gaze went back to you – fuck he just needed your mouth or get his head between your legs. as long as it was anything you'd give him, he'd take it.

“baby, what can i do, so you'll finally give me what i've been asking for?” he asked hoarsely and bucked his hips towards your mouth, which he immediately regretted because you immediately moved your head away. he was so close to finally getting it.

“if you keep being impatient, i fear i can't give you anything of it tonight,” you sighed, fully aware that you wouldn't be able to torture him that much, but you enjoyed his shocked reaction too much. “you have to remember how to be patient, baby. i know you can be if you really want it but maybe you're not as eager as i thought tonight?” you knew it was the complete opposite though.

he chuckled nervously and shook his head, fiddling his fingers into the sheets as you slightly increased your hand movements despite your words. “n-no, baby, please. i… just please i need to taste you. it's been too long, i just need to eat you out, princess,” he begged, followed by a few whimpers.

“i already told you,” you licked your lips, “first i'll get a taste of you and then you can get down on your knees for me.” you smiled sweetly but there was nothing of any sweetness behind it.

enzo slowly nodded and tried to relax but the overwhelming urge to come into your hand grew again the more you teased him. the overstimulation became too much, and it started to hurt but he didn't want you to stop either. only when he finally felt your mouth around him.

eventually, after a few more minutes of teasing him, you finally gave in and wrapped your lips around his cock. he felt your tongue swirling around him, which made him moan and whimper louder. one of his hands moved into your hair, not to guide you, but to anchor himself. you began to move your head up and down and used your hands to make sure the rest of his cock got the attention it deserved as well.

enzo could feel the pressure building up in his balls, the desperate need to release the tension that had been building up once more. you knew he was close, and you'd soon let him come but you wanted to prolong this moment only a little longer. sweat dripped down his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin from the efforts not to come until you'd let him.

whenever you moaned, he let out a sharp hiss. his hips involuntarily buckled into your mouth a few more times, but it didn't stop you. “baby, please, i'm so close,” he whimpered while a few tears built up in his eyes and a few rolled down his cheeks. you looked up to him from your position and let go of his cock for a moment. a hum left your lips as you took in enzo's current state – he was yours through and through.

“you wanna come, baby?” you asked him while you continued to jerk him off.

he nodded quickly, “please, princess.” his words came out in rushed whimpers.

“do you think you deserve to come again?”

he nodded again. god, seeing him like that turned you on even more. “make a good mess for me then, baby. you've been doing so well for me tonight.” you moved back to continue what you were doing and redoubled your efforts to make him come into your mouth.

within a few minutes, he let out a series of loud, shaky and strangled moans as he came deep into your mouth. you happily gulped down everything you could, a small trace of his cum slipped down your lips and chin. you eventually let go of his cock and made eye contact with him as you licked your lips clean with a smirk.

the sight of you caused enzo to whimper again and feel dizzier from his intense orgasm. a few hisses left his lips as you continued to move your hand up and down while he came down from his orgasm before you eventually let go of him. his breath still came out heavy and quickly while his heart still raced from the insensitivity of his orgasm.

“you did so well for me, baby. you now deserve your reward,” you smiled and crawled onto the bed next to him. you pulled him towards you to kiss and let him taste himself before you eventually laid down next to him. as you parted your legs, you caught the way enzo's gaze darkened, filled with an intense hunger that only grew stronger.

he took a few deep breaths and then moved to the floor in front of the bed, kneeling where you knelt just moments ago. enzo would return the favour for treating him well and treat you in the way you deserve. even if he pathetically begged for it in the first place and it wouldn't be the last time he'd do so.

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[shadyfestivalperfection]

So be it…. ~Oneshot

Summery: Bucky gets jealous when he sees Y/n’s co worker Crew Lincoln flirt with his precious girlfriend.

Characters: Yandere!Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader

Warning: Dark Obsession,Yandere, murder

||Master List ||

The hum of the office was quiet at this time of day. Most people were packing up, grabbing coats and bags, murmuring half-hearted goodbyes as they made their way to the elevators. You were still at your desk, fingers flying over the keyboard, trying to finish an overdue report.

You didn’t notice Bucky Barnes standing just inside the door, watching you.

He had planned to text you — ask if you wanted to grab dinner — but when he got to the building, something told him to come up. A gut feeling. Maybe it was habit, maybe it was instinct. Whatever it was, it planted him there, silent and unseen, his body half in shadow as his steel-blue eyes locked on you.

And on the man standing far too close to you.

Crew Lincoln.

Bucky’s jaw tightened.

Crew was laughing at something you said, flashing you a grin like he had some kind of right. His hand lingered on the edge of your desk, leaning in, invading your space. Bucky saw the way your shoulders stiffened, how you smiled politely but kept shifting back in your chair, trying to create distance without making a scene.

You were too sweet. Too soft.

Too vulnerable.

Mine, something deep inside Bucky snarled.

He didn’t move yet. He simply watched. Memorized. Studied.

Crew leaned even closer, dropping his voice low in that fake, charming way that made Bucky’s fists curl.

“You know, Y/N,” Crew was saying, “we should grab a drink sometime. Just you and me.”

You laughed awkwardly, shaking your head. “I’m… actually seeing someone.”

Crew smirked. “C’mon, he doesn’t have to know.”

Bucky’s vision went red.

Without thinking, he stepped forward, boots heavy on the cheap carpet, the sound enough to make Crew glance up. His smirk faltered.

You looked over too, and your entire face lit up in relief. “Bucky!”

You pushed back from your desk, standing up fast. Crew straightened, a slight frown forming between his brows.

“Hey,” Bucky said casually, voice low and even, though every muscle in his body screamed to act. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all,” you said quickly, coming around the desk to stand beside him. You were so unaware of the storm brewing under his skin, so trusting. You slipped your hand into Bucky’s without hesitation.

Crew’s eyes flicked to your joined hands. His jaw clenched.

Bucky smiled then — a sharp, dangerous smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You must be Crew,” he said, voice dripping fake politeness. “Y/N’s mentioned you.”

Crew shrugged, trying to recover his cocky composure. “Yeah. We work together. I was just… offering to help her out with a project.”

“Offering a lot, weren’t you?” Bucky said smoothly.

You tugged on Bucky’s hand gently. “It’s fine, Buck. I’m ready to go.”

But Bucky didn’t move immediately. He tilted his head slightly, studying Crew like a predator deciding whether or not to pounce.

Finally, he gave a slow nod. “Good to meet you, Crew.”

The unspoken won’t be seeing you again hung heavy in the air.

As Bucky led you away, he kept his arm tightly around your waist, guiding you through the building with careful, possessive touches. His mind wasn’t on dinner anymore. It wasn’t on the cozy night he’d imagined curled up with you.

It was on Crew.

On the way he looked at you.

On the way he talked to you.

And most of all — on the way you hadn’t even realized how much danger you were in.

You were his. His to protect. His to keep safe from men like Crew.

And tonight, Bucky decided as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple while you unlocked your car, tonight he was going to make sure Crew Lincoln understood exactly what that meant.

Once and for all.

___

Crew Lincoln didn’t know he was being followed.

He whistled to himself as he crossed the office parking lot, fiddling with his phone, texting some girl he barely remembered meeting last weekend. His car sat at the far end, parked under one of the tall, flickering light posts. The lot was mostly empty at this hour — just a few stragglers heading home.

The perfect place for a conversation that wouldn’t be interrupted.

From the shadows, Bucky watched him.

His breathing was steady. His movements controlled. Every instinct honed from decades of being a weapon now sharpened toward one purpose: eliminating the threat.

Crew fumbled with his keys, dropping them once and laughing under his breath as he bent to pick them up.

When he straightened, Bucky was there.

Standing between Crew and the car. Silent. Still. Like a nightmare given shape.

Crew startled, stumbling back a step. “Jesus, man—what the hell?!”

Bucky didn’t speak at first. He simply stared, the cold metal of his left hand glinting under the sickly light.

“You and me need to have a little chat,” Bucky said finally, voice calm. Too calm.

Crew squared his shoulders, trying to play it cool. “About what? Your girl? You really that insecure?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched. “You touched her.”

Crew scoffed. “Barely. She didn’t seem to mind.”

“You don’t get to talk about her.”

Bucky’s voice dropped lower, rougher.

“You don’t get to think about her.”

Crew’s cocky mask faltered. He glanced around — the lot was empty. Just him and this guy with murder in his eyes.

“Look, man, maybe you should talk to her,” Crew said, backing up toward his car. “If she’s looking for attention—”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Bucky moved faster than humanly possible — a flash of black jacket and metal. He slammed Crew into the car door with a bone-rattling bang, one metal hand closing around Crew’s throat with terrifying precision.

Crew choked, struggling, fists beating weakly at Bucky’s arm.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Bucky hissed, leaning close, breath hot against Crew’s ear. “You don’t get to even exist near her.”

Crew gasped, “You’re crazy—!”

Bucky smiled.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I am. Crazy about her.”

For a second, he almost let go. Almost decided a warning would be enough.

But then Crew made the mistake of sneering, even while pinned, and rasped out:

“She’s a tease anyway. Bet she flirts with everyone when you’re not looking. Bet she—”

Snap.

Bucky didn’t even register the decision — it happened somewhere deeper, more primal than thought. His metal hand twisted sharply, brutally. There was a wet, ugly crunch as Crew’s neck broke.

The body slid down the car door and crumpled at Bucky’s feet.

Bucky stood there for a long moment, breathing hard, staring down at the corpse.

No fear. No regret.

Only peace.

Crew Lincoln would never touch you again. Never look at you again. Never breathe near you again.

Bucky crouched, smoothing Crew’s shirt almost tenderly, like he was tucking a child into bed.

“Nobody hurts my girl,” he murmured.

The lot was silent. Not a soul in sight.

Bucky wiped his hands casually on a rag he pulled from his pocket, then turned and walked away — vanishing into the night like he had never been there at all.

The night air was cool against Bucky’s skin as he walked, hands shoved into his jacket pockets like any other man heading home from work. Calm. Unhurried. Invisible in plain sight.

The blood on his hands — figurative and literal — didn’t faze him.

He didn’t even feel the slight sting on his knuckles where Crew had struggled. His mind was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere warmer. Safer.

With you.

Crew was gone now. Erased.

No longer a threat.

The world was a little better tonight. Cleaner.

Safer for you.

Bucky pulled out his burner phone — not the one you knew about — and sent a quick message. A few contacts he still had from old days he didn’t talk about. People who could make a body vanish in a blink. For the right price.

He barely read the reply.

Just one word: Done.

Bucky tossed the phone into a trash can as he passed an alley, never breaking stride.

He was already thinking about you. Wondering if you were home. Wondering if you were waiting for him, curled up on the couch in that oversized sweater he loved, the one that slipped off your shoulder just enough to make him insane.

His pace quickened unconsciously.

He needed to see you.

Needed to touch you.

Hold you.

Prove to himself you were real — that you were safe — that you were still his.

When he got to your apartment building, he entered the code you’d given him without hesitation. Walked the familiar halls. Every step, the tension in his body eased.

The moment he opened your door and saw you standing in the kitchen, barefoot, hair messy, microwaving leftover pasta — something inside him broke and healed all at once.

You turned and smiled the second you saw him.

“Hey, you,” you said warmly, grabbing a second plate from the cabinet. “You hungry?”

Bucky just stood there for a moment, drinking you in.

His sweet girl.

So perfect.

So oblivious to the darkness that clung to him like a second skin.

Finally, he crossed the room in two long strides and caught you in his arms, pulling you against his chest. He buried his face in your hair, breathing you in like you were oxygen after a lifetime of drowning.

“Missed you,” he muttered.

You laughed softly. “It’s only been a couple hours, Bucky.”

He didn’t answer. Just held you tighter.

If you noticed how hard his heart was pounding, you didn’t say anything. You just leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, trusting him completely.

Bucky closed his eyes.

You didn’t know.

You would never know.

He would keep you safe.

He would kill a thousand times over if he had to.

As long as you kept looking at him like this — like he was your hero, your safe place — he would do anything.

Anything.

Later, after you had both eaten and you were curled up against him on the couch, half-asleep with your legs draped across his lap, Bucky traced lazy patterns on your skin with his fingers.

You murmured something soft and sleepy about work — about how you were relieved the big project was finally over. About how you hoped Crew Lincoln would stop bugging you now.

Bucky smiled faintly in the dark.

“You won’t have to worry about him anymore, doll,” he whispered.

You shifted closer, mumbling a contented, “Good,” before slipping into deeper sleep.

Bucky tilted his head back against the couch, staring into the dark apartment, the rise and fall of your breathing anchoring him.

Crew was gone.

You were safe.

And if anyone else ever so much as looked at you the wrong way—

Bucky’s metal fingers flexed gently against your thigh.

—he wouldn’t hesitate to paint the world red all over again.

For you.

Always for you.

___

Morning crept slowly into your apartment.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains in dusty gold streaks. Somewhere far off, a bird chirped half-heartedly. The city was waking up.

You stirred under the covers, groggy and warm, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar weight wrapped around you.

Strong arms.

A solid chest pressed against your back.

Then the faintest hint of stubble scratching your neck as a kiss pressed into your hair.

Bucky.

You smiled to yourself, relaxing instantly.

He had stayed the night again, even though he hadn’t planned to. You loved when that happened — when his protectiveness made him linger, when he couldn’t seem to bear leaving your side.

If you could have heard his thoughts, you would’ve run.

But you didn’t.

You only sighed in contentment, curling closer, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

“You’re awake,” Bucky murmured, voice rough with sleep.

“Mmhm,” you mumbled, half-buried in pillows. “You stayed.”

“Course I did,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He shifted slightly, his metal hand splaying across your stomach under the covers, holding you possessively against him. The cold of the metal against your warm skin made you shiver, but not from fear.

You loved his touch.

You trusted it.

Bucky closed his eyes for a second, overwhelmed by how perfect you were — how good you were. How lucky he was that you let him love you, even if you didn’t know how deep that love really ran. How dark it could be.

He pressed another kiss to your hair.

“Got the whole day free,” he said casually. “Thought we could do something. Just us.”

You smiled, still not fully awake. “Like what?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He meant it.

He meant it in the most terrifying, absolute way possible.

Whatever you wanted — whatever would keep you happy and safe and smiling — he would do it. Burn the world down if you asked. Bleed for you. Kill for you.

Hell, he already had.

Bucky sat up slowly, propping himself against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. You went willingly, yawning, snuggling into his chest.

The soft morning light made you glow, and Bucky had to clench his jaw to keep from losing it entirely.

You were so beautiful.

So pure.

And now that Crew was gone — now that the last visible threat had been erased — Bucky could focus completely on you. On building the life you deserved. On making sure no one ever touched a hair on your head again.

“You’re quiet,” you said after a moment, looking up at him with concern.

Bucky smiled gently.

“Just thinkin’ how lucky I am,” he said. “To have you.”

Your eyes softened, and you reached up to cup his cheek.

If you noticed the slight tension there — the wildness buried just beneath his skin — you didn’t mention it.

You just leaned up and kissed him.

Sweet.

Slow.

Bucky’s hand tightened around your waist instinctively, as if afraid you might vanish if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

You tasted like sleep and trust and the kind of softness he didn’t deserve.

But he would do anything to keep it.

Anything.

After a long moment, you pulled back and smiled that sleepy smile he adored.

“C’mon,” you said, slipping out of bed. “I’ll make coffee. You can tell me about your plans for today.”

Bucky watched you move around the bedroom, humming to yourself as you grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over your head, the hem of it barely brushing the tops of your thighs.

You were so unaware.

So trusting.

So safe, because of him.

Bucky leaned back, hands laced behind his head, a slow grin spreading over his face.

No one would ever take you from him.

No one would ever hurt you.

Not as long as he breathed.

Not as long as his hands could still kill.

You were his.

Forever.

And if that meant bloody hands and dark nights…

if it meant broken necks in parking garages…

if it meant building a castle of bones around your delicate little heart—

So be it.

Bucky Barnes would be your shield, your sword, your home.

Your monster in the dark — who only smiled for you.

Always for you.

Always.

-the end

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

dance evening. l Joel Miller

Summary:  this evening was full of music and dancing

Warnings:  tw: panic attack, panic attack symptoms, drinking alcohol, fluff, they are just for each other

A/N: your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The dance hall was really nicely decorated. Hundreds of lights were lit from the ceiling, tables were pushed to the wall to make room for people dancing, and someone was playing some good old music.

You didn't know if your head was spinning from the dancing or from that one drink you had earlier. As soon as you sat down in your chair, someone would immediately appear and offer you another dance, and you couldn't refuse. 

You noticed Ellie on the other side of the hall where she was sitting with her friends, and Joel was watching you from your table, sipping his whiskey.

It was a pleasant evening, full of laughter, memories, and promises that you had to do it all again soon. He listened to all of this without taking his eyes off you, smiling when you managed to go back to your table only to get up again right away.

Life in Jackson went on at its own pace, and you somehow managed to get used to it. On nights like this, you could forget about your worries and the danger waiting outside the gate.

Joel swallowed another sip of whiskey, smiled at Tommy and Maria dancing nearby, his gaze wandered to you again when he suddenly felt it.

His heart sped up as if it was taking part in some strange race. He clenched his fingers around the glass, trying to somehow control this terrible feeling, but he felt that he couldn't do it. 

The cold began to pass through his entire body, and the sounds around him became both louder and distant at the same time. Joel squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath.

You noticed him just as he stood up a bit unsteadily from the table and headed for the exit. The older man you were dancing with just spun you around and Joel disappeared from your sight for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but... I'm sorry, but I have to go." You said quickly, letting go of his hand and making your way through the other people to the exit.

The cold air swept over your face. The dark sky was dotted with stars, but you didn't have time to admire it. You looked around quickly and noticed Joel not far away. He was leaning uncertainly against the wall of a nearby building.

You quickly approached him, placing your hand on his shoulder and asked "Hey, are you okay?"

It was like a hand that appears when you're already underwater and don't know how to get out. Your presence sharpened his senses in an instant. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his breathing. His fists, clenched to white, were heavier than ever.

That's when he saw and felt you. Your warm hands gently cupped his face and guided him so that he could see you in front of him.

"It's okay, Joel... I'm here." You whispered, your voice sounding like it came from the afterlife "Breathe. Deeply and slowly... With me."

You took a deep breath through your nose, inhaled it deeply into your lungs and exhaled slowly through your mouth. It was only after a few times that Joel managed to imitate you, you smiled gently seeing it. Dark eyes stared at you with fear, but also hope. You were his focus, you helped him be here and now, you helped him survive this.

"Does something hurt you?" you asked with fear, but Joel shook his head "That's good. We'll deal with this too, right?"

One of your hands found his. He didn't know how, but his fingers loosened and a moment later intertwined with yours. The thought that he was squeezing you too hard, that he was about to break the bones in your hand, flashed through his mind, but you didn't even wince. You were still breathing together, your hand still tenderly touching his cheek.

Finally, Joel closed his eyelids. For a moment, the sight of his long eyelashes touched you and you thought that it was so stupid to pay attention to it at a time like this.

You saw that he was already breathing more or less normally, but he didn't let go of your hand. He was leaning so close to you that you finally took one more step so that he rested his forehead against yours.

"It's okay." You said quietly, your thumb stroking his stubbled cheek. "We're fine. We're safe. You can let go. Breathe, Joel..."

"You're here." He whispered, and you smiled weakly.

"Of course I am. And you're here with me too."

For the next few minutes, you breathed together, not saying anything, not making any gestures. Only then did you realize that the party was still going on, the music was playing and people's laughter reached your ears. However, at that moment, only he mattered.

"Thank you." His voice was slightly shaky, but clear.

You pulled away from him and looked into his tired face. "You have nothing to thank me for, Joel. You would do the same for me."

He nodded and straightened up, looking around as if he had suddenly woken up from a long sleep. He was still holding your hand, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to let go of you. You were his anchor.

"Come on, I'll take you home." You declared after a moment, seeing that he was already in better shape. "You should go to bed."

Joel nodded again, probably not having the strength to argue. So you led him slowly down the street towards your house. The night was pleasant, but you hadn't gone far when his hoarse voice rang out.

"You don't have to come with me. You can go back to the hall and dance some more, you had such a good time there."

"I've danced enough already." you replied "Besides, I'm taking home the hottest guy at this party, so I guess I'm the winner, huh?" your shoulder bounced off his and you saw Joel shake his head, smiling.

"I'll dance with you next time, I promise," he murmured.

"I'll take you at your word, Miller."

His fingers twitched slightly, but you didn't let go of his hand until you were inside the house.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (2)- Sex Pollen

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: During a mission, you get infected with sex pollen. The only thing that seems to soothe the pain is Natasha's touch.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Sex Pollen, Fingering, Strap-ons, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading

Kinktober Masterlist

Sweat dripped down the side of your face as your mind felt fuzzy, head leaning back against the wall of the Quinjet as you tried to control your breathing. Everything just felt so hot, your body trembling while your leg bounced gently, the sound of your suit rubbing together catching the attention of Natasha across from the jet.

"Hey," she softly said, kneeling down in front of you, her hand moving to rest on your leg and causing a new wave of heat to rush straight between your legs. Your eyes dilated as you looked at your girlfriend who stared at you with a curiosity in her eyes, trying to read your reaction. "Are you alright?" Her voice sounded heavenly to you, her accent causing a slight rasp to her words making the throb between your legs even more of a problem. You could feel a wetness building there already and let out a small groan when she gripped your thigh to gain your attention. "Do you need to see Bruce?"

"No," you sighed out, "I don't need him, just you ." A tint of gold laced your iris as your eyes darkened with lust, Natasha's eyes widening at the sudden change in yours.

"You're eyes..." she trailed off, you ignoring her as you grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to your core. "Are you sure you don't need Bruce or Helen to check you over?"

" No ," you practically whimpered out when her hand grazed you through the fabric of your suit. "Please, I need you, I... it's too much, please help me," you begged, gazing at her as she kneeled in front of you.

"What?" she asked while you leaned forwards to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

"I think I made contact with the sex pollen Bruce warned us about earlier," you rasped out near her ear as you slowly kissed her jaw. "I need you Nat, please." The spy looked out the window to see the Quinjet was about to land and swiftly helped you to your feet to quickly guide you off as fast as possible. The others watched with puzzled expressions as the spy helped you off first without a word but left it be as no one wanted to try and catch up.

The second you both made it to your shared room, you pounced at the spy, pulling her to you so she pinned you against the door.

"Please make it stop," you moaned when her knee slotted between your thighs.

"I will Detka, don't worry," she murmured between kisses, her hands tackling your suit. Her hands pulled your jacket and shirt off while you went to unzip her suit, the gold tint returning to your eyes when you saw her naked chest peeping from her black widow suit. "Get on the bed and strip the rest of your clothes," her tone dropping an octave as she pulled back, a pathetic noise leaving you at the loss of contact. You obeyed immediately though, rushing to get on the bed and stripping as she followed you. She quickly removed her suit, grabbing the strap on from the bedside drawer and placing it on the end of the bed for later before making her way back over to your shaking form.

"Please don't tease me," you pleaded as she straddled your thigh, "I can't take it anymore." She simply answers by threading one hand through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, the other going straight to your core. The moan that left your mouth was sinful as her fingers ran through your dripping pussy, her kisses moving to your neck as your hands gripped the bedsheets till your knuckles bled white. "Fuck Nat," you groaned when she slipped two fingers straight into you, your back arching into her as she started a fast pace of thrusting them into you. Her thumb came to rub circles onto your clit as she pumped her digits into you mercilessly, whimpers and whines tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm built.

"You're doing so good for me Kotenok," she purrs, a groan escaping you as you move one hand to cup her jaw and guide her back to your face for another searing kiss. "So desperate for me, how bad do you need to come?" she rasps out against your lips, your eyes fluttering open to stare into her darkened green ones.

"So bad," you moan out when she curls her fingers against your g-spot.

"Beg me for it then," her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gazes into the gold in your eyes.

"I need you to make me come so fucking bad," you groan out, hips bucking against her hand as she continues to fuck you. "I need you so bad, please make me come Nat. I can't take it anymore, please, please -" She shushes you by claiming your lips, pumping her fingers in and out of you and circling your clit to have you moaning in her mouth, body begging for its release as you squirm under her. "Oh fuck, I'm so close," you pant out. "Please can I come?" she smiles into the kiss after hearing your question, pulling back and moving one hand to tug your hair back, making you look up slightly at her.

"Come for me, come all over my fingers," you practically let out a scream as your orgasm takes over, your body shaking under her as you buck on her hand to ride out your aftershocks. You pant against your mouth before a low moan escapes you at the feeling of her pulling out. "Good girl," she praises before raising her fingers to her mouth, moaning at the sweeter taste of you and hollowing her cheeks around her digits.

"It still hurts," you whimper out, the throb between your thighs only briefly dimming before coming back. "Please fuck me with your cock," your voice dripping with desire and desperation as you move forwards to rest your face against her bare chest, the skin to skin contact setting your body alight.

"You want it that much?" her tone teasing, your head nodding against her chest before your tongue swirls around one of her nipples, you moaning as you hear a breathy sigh escape her lips. She leans over to grab the strap on she placed on the bed earlier, pulling it on so it rests snuggly on her hips before positioning herself above you. Her hand guides the tip of it to run against your folds and on your clit, your body squirming and hips bucking at the action.

"Nat," you whine out, hands gripping her waist and trying to get her to move forwards.

"Patience Kotenok," she warns, "Or I'll leave you here, dripping all over the sheets like the little slut you are." You loosen your hold on her, looking at her with fearful eyes as you need her to pound you into the mattress as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, "Please don't stop, please don't leave me." She lowers her face till her lips ghost yours, her finally guiding the tip to your entrance and slowly pushing in.

"I've got you," she whispers, thrusting the entire toy into you earning a choked moan. Your hands go to her back, nails scratching red marks into her creamy skin as she pulls out till only the tip remains and slams back into you. Her hips are brutal as they thrust into you, her mouth trying to muffle your moans as she pounds into you. The bed shakes with the force of her thrusts and a loud groan erupts from the back of your throat as she lifts your legs up to wrap around her waist, the toy slipping even deeper into you. You clench around her cock as it hits all the right places inside you, nothing but lewd noise echoing around the room as the sound of your moans and skin slapping together mixes.

"Harder," you moan out and Natasha listens, your moans turning to pathetic noises as you near your second orgasm.

"Look how pretty you look stretch out on my cock," she husks out, kissing your neck as you're unable to return the kiss at the moment. "You're taking me so well," her teeth scrape against the column of your throat sending a shiver down your spine. Her hips continue to snap into you and soon you're right on edge and she can tell. "You wanna come for me again Kotenok?" she murmurs at the hot skin of your neck.

"Yes," you pant out without hesitation, hands moving to grip the bed sheets instead of leaving any more scratch marks on her back.

"Be a good girl and come for me," her tone laced with power as she orders you to do, your orgasm immediately washing over you as you writhe under her once again. This time however, Natasha doesn't slow down, fucking you through your second orgasm and straight into your third. You're a whimpering mess when she starts to slow down, the throb between your legs still there as she rolls you over onto your front and lifts you so you can kneel in front of her.

"Nat," you moan out when she slides back into you. She uses a hand to wrap around your throat as she pulls your head back slightly. A guttural moan is ripped from your throat when she slams the toy back into you hard after pulling back to just the tip, her setting a slower rhythm with deeper thrusts as she takes you in doggy.

Your mind clouds with arousal and pleasure as you lose yourself in the feeling of everything. Your hands giving in under you, face now pressed against the bed as she takes you from behind. You feel one of her hands soon press your face down into the mattress as she continues to fuck you mercilessly. You lose count of how many more times you come, mind blanking as pleasure was the only thing you could feel. You register when Natasha comes, her hips grinding into yours as the base of the toy rubbed against her clit, when she falls onto you, her moaning lowly into your ear.

"Thank you," you whisper, tilting your head to the side to press your lips to whatever skin you can reach before you let your head fall back onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.

"You're welcome Kotenok," she murmurs back, pressing a kiss to your head before letting you rest for a moment. Your aftercare passes as a blur, your body too tired to try and understand what's happening as Natasha takes care of you. The feeling of her naked body pressed behind you, her arm wrapped securely around your middle, helps you quickly drift to sleep as the throb between your legs finally simmers down.

[meangirls-imagines]

Leap of Faith

Description: Part 2 to "Best Friends?" The roommates call an audible when they see how much the aftermath of the Incident™️ is affecting both girls. Help comes in the form of the Murray family.

WARNINGS: buckle up, this is a 2.4k word RIDE, realizations of love, reader being sad, sports injury (reader breaks her ankle), first kisses.

a month.

that's how long it had been since what leighton had deemed "d-day".

this was the longest she had ever gone without talking to y/n and leighton was hurting. she broke things off with alicia after the incident happened. it wasn't pretty. 

hurtful things were said, alicia flipped a coffee table and had to be escorted out of the dorm building by jackson, who kimberly luckily had at the ready when things turned south.

her roommates could see this was taking a toll on the blonde, the trio trying their best to keep leighton's spirits up. whitney was really the only one who got to see how it was affecting both girls. 

y/n, in whitney's opinion, was doing worse than leighton was. whitney rarely saw the girl outside of practice and the one class they had together. she had heard through the grapevine that y/n hadn't slept in days, maybe weeks. all she had been doing was going to class, practice and the gym.

had she tried to talk to y/n? yes. but to no avail. the girl had brushed her off every single attempt. whitney had no idea what to do. she talked to bela and kimberly and they formed a plan.

they were going to get the girls together.

leighton was pleasantly surprised when she saw her dad and nico sitting outside her dorm on a bench, seemingly waiting for her. she walked up to them and immediately was pulled into a hug by nico.

"leighton! there's my beautiful sister." the blonde was confused but hugged her brother back. once he released her, her dad pulled her into his arms. "hi guys. not that i'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" the two shared a secret look with each other. "we wanted to visit and say hi. your mom is here too, but she went to talk to the kappa president about something."

the blonde looked suspicious but shrugged it off. the two men kept talking as they guided leighton to their suv that was parked near by, planning on taking her to lunch. the blonde allowed them to, finally relaxing for the first time in weeks. 

y/n shot another ball into the back of the net at full force. practice had ended over an hour ago and she was still kicking penalty shots, trying to get her frustration out. her body was exhausted and threatened to shut down at any moment, but y/n stayed fueled with energy drinks. she had jogged after the ball she had been practicing with when a voice yelled out.

"i knew you'd be here." 

y/n froze. she hadn't heard that voice in a while. she slowly turned to see a woman taking off a pair of designer sunglasses, staring into y/n's soul.

there she stood, in all her glory. mimi murray. y/n audibly gulped at the woman staring at her. she slowly walked towards the woman, kinda like a scared puppy. the woman looked at y/n and cupped her cheeks. "have you been sleeping? eating?" y/n opened her mouth to answer when mimi put her hand up to stop her. 

"no. you don't need to answer, i already know. grab your stuff. we have plans." y/n nodded and quickly grabbed her stuff, not wanting to disappoint the woman more than she probably had.

with leighton, nico, and henry, the trio were out eating at an italian restaurant half an hour away from campus. the two men noticed how quiet leighton had gotten, asking her if everything was okay. she spilled everything to them, the men looking at her sadly. "leighton, i'm gonna be honest with you, i'm surprised it took you this long to catch on."

leighton looked at her dad surprised. "what do you mean?" her dad sighed. "i had a feeling a while ago that she had feelings for you. and then the feeling was confirmed last year. remember when that alex guy came to our house to ask you to prom?" leighton frowned. "yeah?"

y/n and leighton were hanging out in the living room of the murray household. since it was the spring, soccer season had taken over most of y/n's schedule, leaving her barely any room to hang out with the blonde. so, every rare weekend that y/n had off, she spent at leighton's house. 

as the two sat on the couch cuddling and watching a movie, the doorbell rang. thinking it was one of nico's friends, the girls ignored it. until leighton's dad came in. "hey leight, there's someone here for you." confused, the two girls got up, walking to the front door where alex hightower stood at leighton's door with a huge sign and a bag of leighton's favorite treats. the sign read "it would be a treat if you went to prom with me". y/n's heart dropped to her stomach as leighton smiled at the boy, accepting his invite. 

she was hoping to gather enough courage to ask leighton if she just wanted to go together as friends. she visibly deflated as leighton spoke excitedly with alex about prom plans. henry was standing off to the side watching it all unfold. he saw how y/n reacted to the proposal and his heart broke a little bit. 

alex eventually left as leighton dragged y/n up to her room to have the girl help her plan her dress. henry saw as y/n plastered on a fake smile and allowed the girl to drag her up the stairs. 

when he woke up the next morning, y/n had already left. a few weeks later, as leighton danced with her date and scanned the room looking for y/n, her heart breaking when she didn't see her anywhere. y/n sat at home alone, looking on instagram and seeing how happy leighton looked. in that moment, y/n made sure that leighton kept that happiness with her, no matter how much it hurt her.

leighton's heart broke at the revelation. she had no idea she was the reason y/n didn't go to prom. it broke even more when she thought of y/n wanting to ask her to prom. she definitely would've had the perfect prom with y/n. nico and henry looked at leighton. nico spoke up. "leighton, y/n has been in love with you since you guys met. she has dedicated this friendship to making you happy, even though it kills her. and i think you love her too."

leighton was crying at this point. henry scooting closer to her and pulling his daughter into his side. "leighton, honey. you wanna know what i think you should do?" the blonde sniffled and nodded. "take the leap. go after her. you two are made for each other. you need each other more than you know. take the first step and get your girl." leighton sniffled and nodded. 

they paid for lunch and headed back to campus. on the drive back, ideas ran through leighton's head on how she could take the leap. a light bulb went off in her head and she smiled. 

she knew exactly what to do.

with mimi and y/n, the older woman took the girl to the best spa in town. after she had received a mysterious phone call from leighton's roommate, she listened as the girl told her what happened between y/n and her daughter and how y/n wasn't taking care of herself. her protective mom side came out and she cancelled any meetings she had for the rest of the day and headed to essex. 

now, the two sat in the steam room together, fresh out of their swedish massage sessions. mimi decided to break the ice first. "so, what happened between you and leighton?" y/n froze again. "we had a fight last month. i haven't talked to her since." mimi nodded. "did this fight have to do with the fact that you're in love with my daughter?"

y/n's head whipped around to look at the older woman nervously. "w-what?" mimi looked at the girl smirking. "i know more than you think. i also know that my daughter is also in love with you." y/n's jaw dropped. "no she doesn't. she's dating someone else." mimi shook her head. "nope. she called me the night you guys had the fight and told me that she broke up with that anna girl." 

y/n chuckled. "you mean alicia?" mimi waved the girl off. "same thing. she told me that the breakup didn't go well with alicia." y/n's heart dropped to her stomach at the thought of what might've happened. she shook her head. "so what if she broke up with her? she's not in love with me." mimi sighed. "yes she is. don't you remember what happened a couple of years ago?"

leighton murray was NOT a school spirit person. 

except when it came to y/n. 

when it came to y/n, leighton and her parents would be in the front row of the stands. leighton would be draped in whatever jersey y/n wasn't wearing, her soccer letterman, and the blonde would even go the extra mile and paint her face in school colors. she loved watching y/n play soccer. especially when y/n got extra sweaty. (leighton would daydream about other instances where y/n would be sweaty but she would never admit that.) 

this certain game, spence was playing their cross town rivals, st. john academy. the game was intense, both teams receiving multiple cards before halftime. y/n was getting pushed around and tackled more than usual and every time she hit the ground, leighton would lose a little off her life.

it all culminated in the 40th minute of the game. y/n was sprinting down the field with the ball at her feet, no defenders in front of her, ready to put spence in the lead. a defender from st. john had caught up to her and slid into a dirty tackle. y/n was blindsided as the defender's cleat came in at full speed and force to y/n's ankle.

there was a pop, a scream, and a thud as y/n fell in a heap to the ground, not before bouncing her head off the field. leighton couldn't breathe. she squeezed nico's hand extremely tight as the boy tried to calm her down. the second the ref waved her hand for the medics, leighton was out of her seat, sprinting to the field. 

coach smith met her at the sideline and ran over to y/n with her. the girl was writhing in pain on the ground, tears streaming from her face. the medics began prepping her ankle to transport her to the hospital. leighton kneeled next to her head. "y/n. hey, you're gonna be okay. i promise." the blonde took y/n's hand, squeezing it gently to let her know she was there. y/n squeezed back as her head pounded and her ankle throbbed. 

the medics eventually moved her to the ambulance where leighton demanded to ride with them, texting her parents to meet them at the hospital.

leighton never left y/n's side during her recovery. so when senior year rolled around, leighton was where she always was, front row, letterman on, watching her best friend take the field for the last time in her high school career. 

y/n was pulled out of the vivid flashback by mimi. "i knew leighton was in love with you when that happened. she was glued to your side that whole year you recovered. she had multiple guys ask her out on dates and she always shot them down. she always drove you to physical therapy. i knew then that if leighton, who refused to go near one of us when we're sick, was doing all of this for you being hurt, she loved you." 

y/n's heart raced. maybe mimi was right. but, had she ruined it with the fight they had last month? mimi noticed the hesitation on her face and stood. y/n looked at her confused. "where are you going?" mimi turned and smiled at the girl. "i'm taking you back to campus to get your girl."

y/n walked back to her dorm, more relaxed than when she left that morning. maybe she would sleep on it and make a decision from there. she pulled her keys out to unlock the door, eagerly wanting to get into bed. when she opened the door, the sight before her took her breath away.

leighton had crafted a blanket fort in the common room of y/n's dorm, fairy lights and all. y/n could see that leighton had gotten her favorite takeout, including dessert, she had a bottle of wine (that she convinced her dad to buy), and her laptop had disney plus queued up with the movie they always watched together, cinderella.

y/n looked at the blonde, who stood nervously by the couch. she was wearing one of y/n's soccer hoodies and some sweatpants. y/n had never seen her look more beautiful than she did in that moment. leighton smiled shyly at her. "hi. i know you're probably still mad at me but i've missed you and i couldn't stay away from you any longer so i did all this so hopefully you would forgive me? it's totally cool if you don't-"

y/n strode across the room and pulled leighton into her arms. she was taller than the blonde so she buried her face in leighton's hair. the blonde relaxed into y/n's arms, tucking her face in the crook of her neck. "i missed you too bubbles." leighton smiled at the nickname. they pulled away from the hug as leighton looked up at y/n. 

in a last second idea, leighton leaned up and kissed y/n, catching the girl off guard. y/n quickly relaxed into the kiss, sparks flying behind her eyes. the two kissed for a few minutes and pulled away. 

"i love you. i think i always have but i was too scared to admit it. but i've always had this weird feeling when i'm with you. i can't explain it, but i know it's a good feeling. and it's a feeling i don't want to ever lose. i wanna be yours, y/n. forever, if you'll have me."

y/n smiled wide and pulled leighton in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear those words, bubbles." leighton smiled at the girl. "well, buttercup, get ready to hear them forever." the two kissed again, their passion slowly bleeding into the night.

the couple could never figure out what came over leighton's family to show up that day. 

they would find out years later.

in a speech, surrounded by their friends and loved ones.

with matching rings on their left hands.

[tokki------0]

Rest, My Sunshin

Minji x f!reader

summary: You come home tired from work but luckily your girlfriend will take care of you

A/n: I'm backkkkkkk !!!!! Don't hesitate to ask for other one shots, I really don't have any ideas!!!

The sky over Seoul was slowly painted in shades of orange and pink. The buildings filtered the last rays of the day, and the streetlights blinked on one by one, like urban stars. Minji sat by the window of her small apartment, glancing at the time for the fifth time. 6:42 p.m. Y/N would be finishing her shift soon.

She knew it must’ve been a long, exhausting day. Ever since Y/N started her internship, she came home every night with slumped shoulders, tired eyes, and a look that tried hard to stay awake. Still, she always smiled. That kind of quiet smile that says “I’m fine, don’t worry,” even when her body is clearly crying out for rest.

But Minji wasn’t fooled. She saw everything. She noticed when Y/N pretended everything was okay, when she avoided talking about her day, and when she collapsed into her arms, apologizing for falling asleep halfway through a movie.

So tonight, Minji prepared something special.

The rice cooker kept the grains warm and fluffy. The smell of miso soup filled the kitchen with comfort. Minji had made all of Y/N’s favorite dishes: fluffy rolled omelets, honey-glazed chicken with sesame, and stir-fried vegetables in soy sauce. It was all laid out on the small table in the living room. On the futon, soft cushions were waiting. She had even pulled out the fleece blanket Y/N always loved to curl up under, tugging it up to her chin with a sleepy little hum.

A key turned in the lock. Minji got up immediately. The door opened gently. Y/N stepped inside, quietly. Her hair was tousled by the wind, her coat looked too big on her tired frame tonight.

"Welcome home," Minji whispered gently.

Y/N looked up, and a small, weary smile tugged at her lips. She set her bag down without a word and walked over to Minji, resting her head against her collarbone.

"I almost fell asleep on the subway," she mumbled.

Minji wrapped her arms around her, full of warmth and tenderness.

"You can fall asleep here. You don’t have to push yourself anymore."

They stayed like that for a few moments. Then Minji guided her to sit down, helped her take off her coat, and gently massaged her shoulders.

"Sit down, I made dinner."

Y/N’s eyes widened, almost guilty.

"You must be tired too…"

"Maybe. But not as much as you. And I like taking care of you. You know that, right?"

Y/N looked down, shy and touched. A small “thank you” slipped from her lips.

They ate in peaceful silence. From time to time, Minji slipped a piece of chicken into Y/N’s bowl. Y/N groaned softly in protest but still ate it.

"You’re like a mama bear," she mumbled.

"And you’re a little soaked kitten who needs a warm cave."

They giggled quietly, sharing that soft, secret kind of intimacy.

After dinner, Minji cleaned up while Y/N curled up under the blanket, half of her face buried in it. When Minji came back, she found Y/N already half-asleep, her eyes half-closed.

She sat beside her and gently stroked her hair.

"You’re working too hard," she whispered.

"I don’t mind… as long as I get to come home to this."

"Get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll make you breakfast."

"Promise?"

"Promise. And I’ll let you sleep five more minutes. I’ll even get your coffee just right."

A pause. Then Y/N mumbled:

"You’re my favorite place, Minji."

Minji didn’t reply right away. She leaned in and gently kissed her forehead.

"And you’re my home."

The night deepened. The lights in the apartment slowly went out. All that remained was Y/N’s peaceful breathing, asleep in Minji’s arms, cradled in the silent, unwavering love she was held in.

[amorre1989]

"you didn't think it was odd that she stopped cumming?"

word count: 6,1k

about?: your husband's an idiot, agent Reid got mesmerized by you so he stole you from him.

who?: Spencer Reid; Y/N; Y/N's husband; Hotch

When you got married, you knew you didn't love your husband, Jeff, Jeffrey, you knew that sleeping next to him was gonna be a challenge, you knew it as soon as you met Spencer.

Spencer and you met once when Jeff's savings got stolen and he thought it had to be told to the FBI. You told him it was excessive and that calling the police was enough, but, you're a woman, what would you know?, so you went with him to the FBI building, trying to walk to his pace, being left behind as always.

Stroking your engagement ring with your thumb while looking at it, thinking of how you got there, with a man that made you unhappy and not respecting you or your opinions at all.

You could hear his yelling, it was so embarrassing you kept watching your ring, until you heard an unknown voice, someone talking back to your fiancee, who could it be? who would dare to talk back to your fiancee? and you saw it.

Big curls and a face with a bone structure so beautiful you had to hold back a gasp. When he saw a glimpse of hair moving and a pair of eyes so big and beautiful he immediately felt like he had to take a look, he saw you. Your eyes interlocked while your husband was yelling at him for his manager, manager? God how could he be so stupid?.

As soon as those words left his mouth another man came, one with a suit and a face less soft than the other one's.

You stayed behind your husband while the three of the men kept talking, unknown eyes interlocking with yours some times while the chat kept going. Apparently, your husband realized Dr Reid was looking somewhere so he turned his face around, only to say

"oh, I forgot you were here" it felt embarrassing. Your own fiancee, forgetting your presence.

Spencer's eyebrows furred and Hotch looked at that movement.

"are you two together?" Spencer asked

"yes, why?" your husband responded, almost defensive.

"then only one of you has to be here, it's already not how the procedure is done that the victim comes to the department, so I'm gonna ask someone of you to go to the waiting room here while we talk to the other" what a voice, so right, so elegant, you could feel your eyes piercing his own.

"are you deaf? go wait somewhere else" Jeff shot at you.

"I'll guide you to the waiting room" Spencer said while putting his hand behind your back, you swallowed and started to walk.

"Is he your husband?" he asked while walking you to the elevator.

"uhm, yes, my fiancee" you said.

"what's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Y/N, your fiancee doesn't seem very nice" he said, with the face as a rock.

You smiled "no, he's not very nice" you said, thinking "of course, he doesn't know him, he doesn't know he's got no friends besides the ones that are just like him".

You got to the elevator doors and kept talking until you got to the waiting room, where you though he'd eventually leave and go back to deal with your stupid fiancee. But he didn't.

"would it be wrong if I asked for your number?" he said, lowering his voice is if in case your husband were close.

You smiled and shook your head "no, no it wouldn't".

Then it kept going, you met in nice cafes and in beautiful restaurants, having delicious meals invited by him. Since your husband wasn't home since morning til 8, you'd have all day to yourself and to Spence. You would tell yourself "he's just a new friend, married woman have male friends too..." but those tickles you felt when you'd see him, all dressed up and waiting for you with his hand inside his pockets and a smirk that had subtitles saying "you're so gonna get stolen from your husband" made you have in your aware that you were just full of shit.

Once he came to your house to drink coffee, you, sitting in front of him, so close your knees were touching, and him listening to you talk about something that wasn't even the beginning of the conversation. That would happen, you would talk about so many things you would always ask "how did we even start talking about that?", you felt like a teenager, how you felt when you first met Jeff...

You kept chatting when suddenly you felt Spencer's hand holding yours, and observing you with those hazel eyes you'd be capable of eating. Then, as an avalanche, you saw him leaning closer to you. One thing led to another when you were in your shared bed. Once a week, then twice, then three times a week...then four times.

Sometimes at your place, sometimes at his. When he would leave yours you would still smell his cologne and would start to clean the house up and down, half because of the guilt, and half because you thought your fiancee would smell it. But he's so ignorant he wouldn't even have that though in his stupid little head.

The hardest thing after being with Spence would be trying to be with stupid Jeff. He would often try to sneak his hand between your covered legs and you would groan pretending to be asleep.

Luckily, you knew Jeff was in something... weird, all that sudden money and all those working hours that weren't in his schedule were suspicious. Which leads, now accurately, at the FBI being at your door. When you opened the door and saw your curls, your chest sank, but when you realized besides Spencer there was another agent too you calmed down.

"Hello Ms Shwats" he said "is your husband home?" there it was, that cologne you'd try to scare away from your bed almost everyday.

Jeff was taken to the car when you took Spencer's arm and asked him what was going on.

"we believe your fiancee is involved in a chain of drug traffickers"

"Jeff?" you scoffed, he smiled. "I miss you, when can I come, or you?" he asked.

"I think I should follow my role as a wife now, baby" he pouted. "but we'll see" you took a look to check Jeff wasn't looking in your direction and kissed Spence, holding his cheek while he would hold your entire face. My god you were soaking already.

In the interrogation room, Spencer was killing your fiancee with questions, he has never been so inspired in getting someone inside of jail, as soon as possible. Think of all the possibilities, him in your bed, you and him sharing breakfast without having either of you to run away, he did want to wake up next to you, every day if it was possible.

Getting involved with an engaged woman has never even passed by his mind, but the first time he saw you, hidden behind "Jeff" it was like he had never seen any other woman ever.

"where were you January 12th at 3 pm, Mr Shwats?" he asked, waiting for his response.

"I was on a date with my wife. Anniversary." he answered. Wrong, he was with you, messing up his bed. Spencer smiled "oh, did you?" he relaxed in his chair "what did you do?".

Jeff felt trapped somehow "we made love all day" if you would've heard that you would've gotten so upset.

"right" Spencer said and with that, he had everything already solved.

Jeff was accused guilty and sent to jail by being a helper and complicit. Finally, your love would be finally free of having to run, to rush and to be hidden.

In the trial, you went to pretend you cared about Jeff's sentence, but you only went because your mother in law was going, and honestly, she's pretty good. When you arrived you were dressed with a nice blue dress, it felt like a half celebration half widow. You saw a beautiful blue suit, far away from you, almost matching with your dress, when you realized, it was your beautiful man. He smiled and you did too, keeping your arm intertwined with your mother in law.

Jeff walked past a door that took him who knows where, who cares? not you. You cried a little, honestly you did feel bad, he was still human besides an idiot, he was the woman you were holding hands with son, and actually it did feel a little bad. Your wedding was gonna be gorgeous. Was. With flowers that you choose, food that you knew he liked, the invitation with his name before yours, everything chosen by you because every time you'd bring the wedding to the conversation he just wouldn't help.

You took your mother in law to a cafe and then to her house, Jeff's sentence was long enough for you to grow older and even move.

You arrived at your house, empty of anyone's masculine smell, it was only you, you and yourself alone in a big house that wasn't gonna be kept by you. You made yourself a tea to leave there getting cold while you sat there thinking when your phone made a buzz.

"hey beautiful, are you in your house?" it was Spence.

"hey, yes I'm here, why?" you answered.

"can I drop by?" he asked, God yes, yes come home.

"yes of course" you sent and then you waited. The bell rang some minutes after and you went to open the door.

"hey" he smiled and kissed your cheek. You smiled as well.

"hey, come in" you had a chat about what you were gonna do about the house and about how you felt about Jeff being away, which got to the hypothesis that you did feel bad about him but you weren't unhappy about his absence.

"you could...you know, if you don't find a home soon that you like...you can come to mine" he said holding your hand, those masculines hand wrapping perfectly around yours, with his fingers stroking your knuckles in a way no one has ever done it. You smiled and raised your eyebrows.

"you think?" he smiled.

"of course" then he moved a hair from your face and placed it behind your ear "there's nothing I'd love more"

"it'll be just for a while...I won't disturb..I still have to sell the house and-"

"you don't have to leave too soon, and...I want you there" he said, smiling like trying to get inside of your head. He was.

You squinted your lips and nodded. It was all settled up. You, Spencer, an apartment you've visited tons of times and forgotten clothes and dumb stuff multiple times.

The day you left the house to move to another mens one you looked back, like trying to see if you could save at least one good memory from those four walls, but it was impossible. You drove to Spencer's, you went up the stairs and knocked.

You could hear him tripping over stuff in his way to the door and some "ouch!", you smiled to yourself for the last time. Then, as a ray of sunshine, there he was, smiling a little disheveled.

"hey!" he smiled and kissed you, not letting your lips separate for a while, holding your waist so hard you realized you weren't dreaming.

You got inside and left your stuff on the sofa.

"I uhm...I prepared some drawers for you...and space in the closet, I don't have that many clothes so you don't have to worry" he said, almost shyly, was he nervous?

You smiled and kissed him, he wrapped his arms completely around your waist and kissed you kinda brutally, suddenly you were in his bed...in your bed, shared bed, sounded so sweet, he made you promise you'd feel home and call his house your house too, it was a new beginning, you both felt it.

[melobin]

melo waffling .. but it’s about a threesome at the gym with sungchan and anton ^.^

they’re both regulars at your gym.. just two guys who work out together, you can tell they’re friends because they always come with each other, always using machines next to each other .. helping eachother when lifting weights !! sometimes they have other friends who go with them, but usually it’s just them.

you don’t mean to stare.. but it’s hard.. both of them often wearing shirts that show off their toned arms .. always lifting their shirts up to wipe the sweat off of their forehead, exposing their glistening torsos to your perverted eyes. you think you’re slick taking glances at them, but you’re not !! of course they know you’re watching them they’re not stupid !! how could they miss a pretty girl watching them every other night they’re there …

they’re cautious with how they approach you, with how you usually go to the gym late at night when not many people show up and them being two rather large men .. they don’t want to scare you away, even though they know you wouldn’t be scared, of course you won’t, not with how you watch them.

sungchan decides to approach you first, being the older of the two boys, wanting to greet you warmly and carefully. maybe not too carefully, not with how his eyes shamelessly looked over your body mid greeting, stopping on the way your sport bra clung to your tits.. the slight chill in the air made your nipples hard and the thin material done nothing to hide them from his eye sight. if he’d known you better he would’ve made a joke about warming them up for you !! .. it wouldn’t have been a joke.

he’s quick to introduce you to his good friend anton!! anton’s a little quieter than sungchan but still quite forward, his eyes also fall to the same place as sungchan’s .. maybe they were just as perverted as you.. they were. their eyes barely left you when they saw you.. always talking about how to approach the pretty girl that went to their gym .. their friends through they were insane, the gym wasn’t the place to try and fuck a girl but.. to sungchan and anton, fucking you would just be a pleasurable workout for all parties involved.

surely, they weren’t going to try and fuck you right away? surely there’d be some sort of build up to it.. some sort of time frame between the three of you first meeting and then trying to get with you .. well, you’d be wrong !!! they had their eye on the prize, you, and they were going for it immediately.

it began with sungchan, his fingers trialing over the skin of your bare waist as he stood near you, complementing you on your stance whilst doing certain things .. “noticed your stance when you do squats.. it’s very good, you seem to know what you’re doing” a cheeky smile.. using his knowledge of exercising to get to you.. maybe it shouldn’t have worked but with a man as attractive as him.. of course it did !!

but.. he can’t get his hands on you properly by complimenting you, so he decides to give you tips.. offers to guide you into an even better position that will help you get what you want, but he tells you it might hurt your core.. but it’ll be worth it in the end. that’s how sungchan gets himself behind you, chest against your back as he helps you bend down. cock wedged between the cheeks of your ass due to the lack of briefs under his sweats…he knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing. anton also knew what he was doing. sungchan wasn’t slick, but he also wasn’t trying to be.

“i don’t think this is the proper place to personally train someone, don’t you agree anton? anyone could interrupt our.. training” you were patient in letting them do what they planned, it’s amusing watching them go back and forth in whatever dialogue they must’ve reversed before hand. anton would agree !! claiming a quieter, more secluded spot would be better for the three of you.

anton would suggest one of the private changing rooms .. “there’s mirrors in there.. it’s okay if we’re just stretching” you’d agree to go with them, without any reluctance. you knew what kind of stretching was going to be happening and you knew, realistically, it’s not something you should be doing in an open gym with cameras everywhere. not for your first time with them anyway.

the door would be the locked the moment the three of you step in. anton finding his place behind you, facing the mirror. his frame is similar to sungchans … he still towers over you.. his hands feel just as hot on your skin…. sungchan would walk over to you slowly .. a sly smile on his face .. “so you were interested in stretching? i’m always willingly to help a pretty girl out”

turns out part of the stretching he was talking about was hooking your leg over his shoulder as he sunk to his knees between your legs and ate you out… having anton wrap an arm around your waist to keep you up.. his other hand gripping your tits under your shirt as sungchan flicked his tongue against your clit. the two were ruthless together. sunghan didn’t hold back, especially when he pushed a finger into you and dug his other hand into the skin of your ass.. pressing a second finger into you and laugh as your moans echoed throughout the small room. anton would be more quieter but his grip on you wouldn’t falter.. lips finding your neck.. eyes watching you through the mirror as yours were squeezed shut.

sungchan was honest about helping you with stretching !!!! even more so when he let you rest your head on his lap as anton spread your legs apart to press his cock into you. he was thick… stretching your cunt out so deliciously.. sungchan promised to help you through the intense stretch.. fingers brushing through your hair as his others went down to play with your clit!!! anton’s cock abusing your little hole.. the whole thing would give you nothing but ecstasy.. pure, unfiltered pleasure filling the room with each deep thrust from anton.

sungchan wouldn’t fuck you.. not then at least … promises you as he plays with your hair that you’ll get to feel his cock next time !!! stretching takes time and he doesn’t want you to be too overwhelmed during your first session with them !! plus, you needed something to look forward too and him promising to stuff your sweet cunt full of his cum was just as exciting as it could get.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

I was wondering if I can request a sam Winchester x fem reader smut and fluff, where maybe he's an alpha and he and Dean are out hunting or something and maybe they get ambushed but then are saved by omega reader, and Sam is head over heels for her from the beginning, but she is unsure cause of comments in her past saying that's she's weak or something and then maybe after a while he asks her out on a date and it goes well and they keep seeing each other and eventually smut

.⋆｡Something Happens And I’m Head Over Heels｡⋆.

Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega! plus size reader

When a mysterious hunter swoops in and saves the Winchesters at the last second, Sam falls in love at first sight but she’s been hurt by alphas like him before.

Warnings: smut, a/b/o, angst, monster death, canon typical violence, injuries, parental abuse/neglect (not just for the Winchesters), mention of parental death, consent checks, oral (m and f receiving), no penetration, confessions, sort of mutual pining, he falls HARD

WC: 6.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The coppery smell of blood was now almost permanently etched into Sam’s mind. He had smelt blood straight from a wound and even blood that was weeks old but nothing had ever smelt like this before. The scent was so thick he could practically taste it. He gagged on the stale air silently, still cautious of how much noise he was making.

The walls of the abandoned warehouse were painted a rusty brown and when Sam looked closer, he immediately shut his eyes, trying to repress his nausea- it was dried blood, caked on so thick it looked like paint. His grip on the machete in his hands tightened until his knuckles were a deathly white.

Get in. Take out the vamps. Get out. He repeated to himself as he continued his journey into the heart of the nest.

From what he and Dean had predicted there were, at most, 6 vamps in the nest. And while normally that number would constitute calling in backup, Sam’s rut was only a few days away so he had the strength of three grown (and frustrated) men so they went in alone.

Sunlight leaked through the boarded up windows, providing the only illumination to guide his way. Vaguely, he could hear his brother’s footsteps from the other side of the otherwise silent building. Soon, the hall opened up before him, revealing a huge room absolutely full of bodies, both dead and undead.

His heart pounded in his ears as panic quickly overtook him. Their calculations were very very wrong- there were close to a dozen vampires littered around the room, each with at least three drained corpses around them. His hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of Dean, only now entering the room on the other side.

He saw as Dean’s chest hitched, the situation dawning on him. They made eye contact and with an almost investable nod to each other, then slowly began to back out of the room. Even with Sam’s temporary strength, there was no possible way they could kill that many vamps safely.

His whole body was tense, both rearing for a fight and ready to run at a moment’s notice. 

Clang!

The pipe appeared from thin air, practically materialising before him just as Sam put his foot down. The metal spun away from him before he realised what was happening and slammed into the hollow siding of the hallway. 

Everything froze and Sam held his breath. “Looks like we got some fresh meat boys!” He cursed under his breath and spun around just quickly enough to see the vamps rising to their feet, eyes blazing with bloodlust.

The plastic handle of his machete suddenly seemed incredibly slippery as Sam readjusted his grip on the weapon. They couldn’t kill this many vamps at once and they certainly couldn’t outrun them but they definitely weren’t going down without a fight.

Debris crunched under his heel as Sam planted his feet, his pupils contracted to a pin drop and his chest rumbled with a deep growl. His scent turned sour with his fury. “Bring it.”

His blade whistled as it slashed through the air, easily biting into the neck of the first vamp. Its head separated cleanly but Sam’s follow through was too long and quickly, the second darted towards him, razor sharp teeth bared. 

With a snarl, he planted a hand on its chest and shoved the monster back, giving him just enough room to plant the blade into its shoulder. It howled in pain but continued to charge forward, yellowing fangs glinting in the low light.

Sam’s shoulder jerked as he pulled the blade back out but before he could complete a second swing, another vamp threw itself towards his legs, quickly knocking him off balance. Fear prickled across his skin as his back slammed into the metal wall. There was a crunch and then pain shot up his right shoulder.

He tried to curse but all that escaped him was a feral growl that echoed through the building. A bulk of the nest now crowded the hallway, each pushing and shoving, trying to get at the hunter. Fangs sliced into his calf as more hands grabbed at him, ripping the blade from his hold.

Just as his desperate struggle to get free seemed fruitless, light filled the hallway and the dark figure of a woman was silhouetted against the afternoon sun. The vamps barely had time to react to the burn of the light before her arm cocked back and she threw a pipe into the middle of the crowd.

As soon as the thick metal hit the dusty ground, it set off an explosion, sending thick almost black liquid all over them. It sunk into their flesh, spreading through them like molten lava. There was a moment where everything froze and then a sound erupted from the vamps.

They screamed in pain as they clawed at their skin. Suddenly Sam was free but it was not his blade that struck down the suffering vamps. 

She moved with more grace than he ever thought possible, her own machete almost dancing through the air as she effortlessly operated their heads from their bodies. Within seconds, the warehouse was silent once more, leaving behind only the smell of blood and the most delicious scent Sam had smelled in his life.

Without a word, the hunter wiped her blade clean with the shirt of one of the vamps and slid it back into the sheath strapped to her plump thigh. “You hurt?” But all he could focus on was the little smear of blood on her full cheek, oh how badly did he want to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb.

Her eyebrows scrunched and gave him a once over. “That’s a pretty gnarly bite you got there, can you walk?” She reached a tentative hand to him, quite obviously taking note of the husky scent of his rut, and it was all Sam could do not to snatch it up and press his nose to the pulse point on her wrist.

She easily helped him back to his feet, laying a steadying touch on his toned stomach when he began to sway. His heart flipped and the world shrunk to just her. “Sammy!”

Her head turned to look where his brother’s voice had come, exposing her scent gland to the alpha who couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, eager for another whiff of what he thought his heaven smelled like. Old books, campfire, home. 

“Sammy, huh?” She teased, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. His knees buckled. Yet before he could come up with a semi-articulate response, Dean barrelled around the corner, eyes wide and full of fear.

The biting scent of adrenaline came off of him in waves and the mysterious woman immediately cringed, her nose scrunching. Anger flared in Sam’s belly, his alpha screamed at him to pull her away from whatever was causing her such discomfort, even if it was his brother.

As soon as Dean saw Sam, his body sagged with relief. “Shit that was a close one.” He groaned but quickly, his tone changed when he caught sight of the plump woman standing next to his brother. “I see you found a friend, a very attractive one. Dean Winchester, and that is my gigantor baby brother.”

He easily slid up to her, his green eyes hungrily tracing her soft curves before settling on her face. Sam knew that move, he had seen it hundreds of times before but it was only now that he had a problem with it. “Y/N. You boys should know better to take on a whole nest alone.” 

Dean actually looked sheepish at her scolding and Sam’s alpha preened. “Strong omega. Perfect mate.” He purred.

“Well, we thought there were less. How the fuck did you kill all of ‘em so quick?” He looked around at the bodies in amazement, giving the one closest to him a kick. The skin where his boot touched crumbled into ash.

“Pipe bomb filled with blessed dead man’s blood.” She replied like it was obvious.

“Blessed?” Sam croaked out. Y/N shivered at the sound of his voice but quickly suppressed it as she spoke again.

“Like how you would bless holy water.” Dean nodded in approval, the hand holding his machete going slack as he forced himself to relax with the danger gone. But Sam still felt incredibly wound up, especially as his brother approached her. 

“That was badass, for an omega that is.” Sam didn’t miss the way she flinched, however minute it was. 

“Yeah.” She smoothly took a step back from him, her body twisting beautifully as she moved towards the exit. Unconsciously, Sam began to follow. He needed to be close to her, to soothe the ache in his chest.

Dean gave a quizzical look to his brother but he was ignored as Sam limped behind her, his alpha slowly stealing control from him, rut now dangerously close. 

“So do you wanna go get a drink with us to celebrate, I think we owe you a round.” But she waved him off as she walked to her slightly busted up truck. He watched the way her hips swayed, the dark material of her jeans perfectly hugging her ass in a way that made Sam’s mouth go dry.

“Bars aren’t my thing. Maybe I’ll catch you another time. Try not to get yourselves killed.” Her machete is thrown into the passenger seat with far more force than necessary, making the hollow siding reverberate as she climbed in after it.

The engine roared to life, quickly breaking Sam from his trance. But before he could even take one step towards the truck, she was gone, leaving behind only echoes of her scent.

——————

She couldn’t stop thinking about that alpha no matter how hard she tried to forget him, even though it had been weeks since the unfortunate encounter. There was just something about the way his big hazel eyes had looked up at her as she saved his life or the sound of his voice. But most of all, his scent was almost seared into her mind, a delicious mixture of gunpowder, pine forest and chocolate.

Never in her life had she smelt something as good as that and it was slowly killing her. Alphas were dangerous, alpha hunters doubly so. They were violent and aggressive and more pigheaded than she ever thought possible, and they hated omegas.

Sure, they liked fucking them but they refused to claim them. Omegas were just rut bunnies, a tool to get off so they could go back to killing monsters. And an omega hunting? She had been laughed out of more hunter bars and backups than she could count. So it was best to just forget him, she didn’t think she could bear it if he was like the others, if he was like his brother.

Y/N swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even his name was pretty, Sam like some guardian angel or an ancient warrior. He was strong and tall and packed with muscle. Her omega constantly reminded her of what a perfect mate he was, how he could provide for her and her pups, how safe he made her feel.

With every mile she drove away, her soul burned, urging her to turn the truck around and drive straight back to him. But her willpower was stronger… for now at least.

But until that day came, she would do what she did best- hunt.

——————

“C’mon Sammy, you’ve been sulking for weeks. She was just an omega!” Sam glared at his brother over top of his beer, the fifth of the night. He couldn’t just forget her, not when he had never met anyone like her before, not when the very thought of her made his heart clench and butterflies fill his stomach.

It had been easy to learn all about her from Bobby and Rufus. They both sung her praises, describing her as immensely intelligent and well versed in all sorts of lore as well as being cunning enough to escape a den of werewolves with only a screwdriver and a half-empty lighter. With every story they told and little fact they divulged, Sam fell even deeper in love with her.

She was an enigma of the best kind.

“You’re being an asshole Dean, what exactly does her presentation have to do with her value as a hunter?”

“Jesus Sammy.” Dean scoffed. “What crawled up your ass and died?” Sam rolled his eyes and stood from the old booth.

“I’m going back to the motel, text me if you aren’t coming back tonight.” He walked out of the bar before he could hear Dean’s protests.

The biting winter air calmed his anger some but that simmering disappointment in his brother was still there. Y/N was not just an omega yet for some fucking reason, no one else agreed. It made his blood boil.

Stuffing his hands into his jacket, Sam began the short walk back to the motel. A part of him wondered if Dean was right, they had only met once and it was for barely ten minutes before she was off again. But so much more of him wondered why she was gone, why they had never seen her before or even heard of her. She was a great hunter so why did no one call her for backup.

With his head down and lost in his thoughts, the tall hunter didn’t notice the familiar truck parked in the spot by his shared room until he almost walked right into it. 

The tip of his boots stopped right before the back tire as he gazed at the vehicle in amazement. She was here. His eyes darted along the row of rooms, searching for any indication of where she might be. His pulse sped up as he finally caught a whiff of her dizzying scent. 

His heart jumped as he realised that it was coming from the room right next to his, a coincidence that he would be eternally grateful for. Warmth bloomed from his chest as he cautiously raised his hand and knocked on the ancient looking door.

There was a shuffling from the other side and then slowly, the door creaked open. Sam groaned softly as a fresh wave of her scent washed over him. It was raw and overpowering and immediately went to his cock. 

Her eyes were bleary with exhaustion as she looked at the alpha on her doorstep. “Sam?” His chest rumbled with a pleased sound at the way she said his name. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m in the room next door.” His eyes wandered down the length of her curvy body which was now only covered by an oversized shirt and some fluffy socks. One of her hands nervously tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to cover more of her naked thighs.

She shuffled her feet nervously as if contemplating something before she stepped to the side. “You can come in if you want.” 

There was not an ounce of hesitation in Sam’s mind as he stepped into her room. His chest puffed out in pride at being allowed to enter the omega’s space. She followed behind him after locking the door but still kept her distance. She was obviously wary of him and for the life of him, Sam couldn’t understand why.

An awkward silence settled over the pair, neither one of them knowing how to begin the conversation. She avoided making eye contact as the slightly older hunter forced himself to stop looking at her thick thighs. 

“Why-“ “I-“ They both spoke at the same time. Y/N laughed softly under her breath and Sam watched as she finally relaxed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. His own smile began to grow and took the liberty of sitting opposite her on the arm of the couch.

The room was so small that their knees were barely inches away from each other but neither wanted to move any further away. “Bobby said you had asked about me.” She said bluntly if not a little bashfully. A blush spread across Sam’s face and suddenly he felt incredibly small.

“Yeah I did.” He admitted. “I was curious about you.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”

Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows onto his knees, making himself as small as he could. “You just… captured me, I’ve never met a hunter like you before and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more.” She sat straight up as her eyes narrowed.

“You wanted to know how an omega could hunt.” She snarled. 

“No! No, you being an omega has nothing to do with it. I asked Bobby because well, I couldn’t believe how clever you were. I mean come on, blessed blood? I don’t think anyone else has come up with that idea. You took out that whole nest by yourself!” He rushed to defend himself. He laid a large palm onto her knee as if that could drive his point home but all it really did was make his mind go blank except for the thought of just how soft her skin was.

Sam expected her to lurch from his touch but to his surprise, Y/N nudged her knee even closer to him, albeit slightly warily. “It wasn’t the whole nest.” She muttered shyly with her head tilted downwards, exposing her collar. Sam’s alpha grumbled happily at the submission but he swallowed the noise down, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Even if it wasn’t, we- I would have been dead without you and that’s why I wanted to find you, to learn about you because I wanted to thank you and maybe, get to know you a bit more.” The expression on her face grew more pensive as she looked into his eyes.

“You don’t care that I’m an omega?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t care about that, but that part has nothing to do with you hunting.” His fingers curled into her flesh, sending a fresh wave of her scent through the room. “You being an omega is far from a detriment in my eyes.” His voice dropped lower, becoming husky and laced with arousal. 

Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between her warm legs. Sam leaned forward even more, their foreheads almost touching. He watched as her gaze flicked to his lips. “You can’t mean that.” She whispered but it was directed at herself, as if she were trying to remind herself of something.

With his free hand, the alpha gently brushed his fingertips along her jaw before his palm settled against the soft swell of her cheek. “You’ll be like all the other alphas out there.” But still, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his. 

“I promise I’m not.” Her fingers tentatively worked their way into the buttons of his flannel and Sam’s heart skipped a beat. The silence that fell between them now was far from uncomfortable. Y/N took in a deep breath, swallowing down the alpha’s scent before she groaned quietly.

“You wouldn’t stop an omega from hunting?” Sam shook his head. “You wouldn’t force them to be subservient?” 

“Never.” He vowed as his lips brushed against her cupid’s bow. Her chest hitched.

“What about claiming?” Sam’s hand skirted higher up her legs until the calloused tips of his fingers disappeared beneath her night shirt. Heat radiated from her core as slick soaked through her thin panties.

Sam was almost delirious with lust and apparently, Y/N was the same. Her pupils were blown wide, the blackness consuming the natural colour of her irises. “Hypothetically?” She nodded, knowing that this conversation was veering into far from hypothetical. “Only when they’re ready, and I will be fine if they never are.”

She smiled widely and just as she leaned forwards to kiss him, there came a pounding on the door. “Sam!! You in there?!” At the sound of Dean’s voice, she threw herself back as if she were a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

Sam actually whined as his hands were ripped from her skin. “Yeah Dean.” He growled, quickly standing and shielding her half-naked body through the door was still firmly shut.

“Sheriffs just found another body, we gotta move.” Y/N sat up on the bed, her interest now focused on the case.

“Was it the pawn shop owner’s wife?” She piped up.

There was a pause and then, “Y/N? Damn Sammy, you need an extra 10 minutes? Cause we definitely have time if you do.”

“Dean.” Sam warned, but the omega’s soft touch upon his hand stopped him in his tracks. 

Y/N’s eyes blazed with a fire he had never seen before as she lifted herself from the now crumpled bed sheets. Her gaze was hard and firmly set upon the door as if she could see right through it to the idiotic alpha outside. Sam watched as the omega melted away and was replaced by the hardened hunter.

“Go. I’ll catch up with you two later. I have something to take care of.” Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest, to insist that she come with them. Not because he thought she needed any sort of protection but that he didn’t think he could bear to be away from her for even a second. But then her glare settled on him.

He tried to turn his wrist to capture her hand in his but she pulled back from him quickly. “You should stay here, where you’re safe.”

He would never admit to it, but Sam cowered, shrinking in upon himself as Y/N’s lip turned downwards. “Go.” She snarled and before he could even comprehend what her sudden change in demeanour meant, Sam was out the door and his alpha howled with shame.

She rejected him and he had no clue how to fix it.

——————

Somehow, through the incredibly awkward tension and the less-than-perfect hunt, all three of the young hunters now found themselves in Bobby’s living room, a heavy air between them.

Y/N nursed a beer and a slightly swollen cheek as well as the angriest look on her face. Even Dean cringed away from her line of sight like a little boy escaping a scolding. “Any of you wanna tell me exactly what happened out there?”

Bobby shoved an ice pack into her awaiting hand before leaning against the desk at the far end of the room. “Just bone-headed alphas getting in my way.” She snarled and took a pull of her drink, her scent now bitter like stale coffee. 

“Y/N, now’s not the time.” Bobby sighed, his head dropping between his shoulders. The omega turned her glare to him but he did not falter away like the boys did. “Hunts are always gonna be tough but you gotta work with the cards you’re dealt with and trust your partners. And these boys are the best you could ask for, alphas or not.”

Her growl echoed through the room before she slammed her beer down and stormed off. A bedroom door slammed shut soon after, rocking the foundations of the house. “That girl.” Bobby muttered, shaking his head mournfully.

Sam looked up the stairs longingly, part of him wanting to follow after her but also knowing that doing so might only worsen the already rocky relationship between them.

“What is her deal anyway?” Dean sat forward on the couch, planting his elbows onto his knees. Bobby’s hand curled around his tumbler of whisky, knuckles turning pale.

“You boys weren’t the only ones to grow up under the thumb of an obsessed hunter but the only difference between you is, she had both parents. Both alphas, both life-long hunters, and both believed that omegas were beneath them in every way. She was bait.”

Sam and Dean sucked in a breath, they both knew what that meant. Omegas would be stripped of all weapons or protective symbols and then sent into bars that vampires frequented or told to go for a walk in the woods where werewolf dens were. Their scent was the sweetest and the most appetising. Most of the time, the omega would make it out with minimal injuries but there were some hunters out there who would let whatever monster they were tracking down have a little treat before killing them.

“She got smart, learned how to gank monsters using whatever she could find and yet her parents took all the credit. They got lazy, letting her do the hunt while they went to go drink or do whatever the fuck else besides trying to protect their daughter. And one day, when she was recovering from a witch’s curse, they decided to get the hunt done themselves. They were slow and stupid. Y/N found them two days later, completely ripped apart. She’s been hunting alone ever since.”

“Shit.” Dean leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his cropped hair. “I figured she was just bitter about an ex or something. I- Sam!” The youngest Winchester sprang to his feet and before anyone could stop him, he pounded up the stairs and threw open her bedroom door.

Y/N sat against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with barely controlled panic. Sam didn’t hesitate to yank her into his arms, forcing her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. She thrashed against him, her warning snarls only ceasing when she finally inhaled his scent.

Tentatively, she placed her hands on his muscular back as Sam’s arms tightened around her shoulders, his head resting on top of her own. “You don’t need to worry anymore, omega. I’m right here.” Sam pressed his lips to the crown of her head, giving her a gentle kiss. “No one will ever hurt you again, not while I’m around.”

Her soft body slowly relaxed into him and the alpha could feel the weight being eased from her shoulders. “You can’t know that, it’s an impossible promise to make.”

Sam’s left hand slid up the soft curve of her arm, his fingertips gently brushing along her neck before settling on her jaw. He tilted her head up just enough so that she could meet his hazel eyes. His gaze flickered over her face, settling on her lips for a moment too long before finally looking longingly into her wide eyes.

“Because I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and loved, no matter what.” Her breath hitched and for a moment, doubt crept into Sam’s mind. “Because you deserve so much more than what life has given you and I want to fix that.” He rushed to add on, hoping that she would not reject him once more. 

But then, Y/N rocked forward and captured his lips in the best kiss of Sam’s life. 

The world blurred around them as their lips danced together. Sam could taste the beer she had drunk but also something else- something that was just her. His hand fell to her neck making her moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb accidentally brushed against the raised skin of her scent gland.

His knees buckled as her scent suddenly filled through the room, emptying his mind of everything except her. Her nails dug into his back, the kiss quickly became something more. 

“Wait wait wait.” Sam reluctantly ripped himself from her but she wasn’t letting go that easily. She pulled him back into another kiss which he was barely able to pull away from. “Wait babygirl. Are you sure you want to go any further?” His right hand, which she now realised was low on her back, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of her ass, pressed her further into his toned stomach. 

Y/N whined trying to chase his lips but a warning growl from Sam had her obediently silent. “I need a clear answer, omega.” He raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Please, I want you, all of you.” She managed to get out through the heavy lump of arousal in her throat. Sam smirked, his alpha preening at her desperation and her acceptance that he was hers. Yet he still did not kiss her again. Part of him wished for her to beg, to scream and cry for him after her rejection. 

His thumb pressed down onto her scent gland, immediately making her eyes grow hazy. “Then prove it.” 

Her hands flew to his belt buckle, trembling almost violently as she struggled to open it and gain access to what she was craving. She growled in frustration, ripping the leather apart Y/N was finally able to pull his dark jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, unburdened by any boxers. 

Sam could barely hold back a groan as she moaned loudly at the sight of him. Her eyes flicked to his but quickly returned to the long and thick cock just a hair’s breadth away. The old hardwood groaned with the impact of her knees as she dropped in front of him. “Omega-“ He tried to say but suddenly her mouth was on him. 

A saltiness exploded on her tongue as Y/N licked up his tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was already gathered there. She mewled, eager for more of the alpha in her mouth. Her lips pulled tighter with each inch she swallowed down, her jaw already beginning to ache even though she had barely taken half of him down her throat. 

Sam’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles paling with the force. He watched with bated breath as the omega’s eyes hardened and she forced down even more of his cock. “Babygirl- fuck- slow down.” Now he was the one begging but she refused to listen. 

She pulled back slightly, just enough that the fat head of his cock rested on the back of her tongue and then she pressed forwards again, now able to brush the tip of her nose against the groomed thatch of hair on the base of his pelvis. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly, his cock already throbbing with the edge of ecstasy. 

“Omega stop.” Her movements ceased but he was still deep down her throat. Her eyes were wide with a questioning gaze, the colour of her irises completely swallowed up by her pupils. The room was thick with their scent, and had he been in the right mind, Sam would wonder if the two men downstairs could smell them. 

Delicately, he cupped her hollowed out cheeks and dragged her from his cock. She whined in protest as she was ripped away from him and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “So good for me, so perfect. Can I take care of you now?” He cooed, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of her cheeks. 

Her eyelids fluttered and she nodded enthusiastically. 

She went limp in his arms as Sam pulled her to his feet, letting him guide her soft body back onto the creaky mattress easily. She bounced once, her tits jumping towards her chin with the movement though they were still confined by her bra. 

Sam’s plaid slipped over his head quickly, followed by his undershirt, leaving him completely bare to the omega who was still fully dressed. Her thick thighs pressed together under the weight of his gaze, needing any sort of friction against her core or she felt she would go mad. 

His touch was hot, even through the thick denim of her jeans, as he slowly crawled up the length of her body, absentmindedly kissing the little flashes of skin where her shirt had risen on her stomach, her wrists, her collarbone until he finally reached her lips once more. 

He gripped a plump thigh in one hand, the other holding his huge body above her as they lazily kissed. His hips settled against hers, immediately fanning the flames of desire between the two. She wiggled beneath him, fingers desperately pulling at the buttons of her own flannel, bumping into his hard chest with each unsuccessful attempt. 

Sam let his hand drift from her thigh to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a calm ease that made her omega preen. Long fingers slid into her pants, immediately finding her panties completely soaked through with slick. As soon as his rough fingertips brushed against her covered clit, Y/N threw her head back and howled, her hips canting up to chase his touch.

With her neck now exposed, his lips found their way to her hot skin, nipping and sucking as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Nails dug into the strong muscles of his back as he gently traced the length of her. “So wet for me. I’ll make you feel so good, omega.” 

Before she could even take a breath, her pants were ripped down her legs along with her panties and discarded across the room. Sam’s eyes were fixated on the apex of her thighs, hungrily licking his lips at the sight of her laid out before him. 

Without any warning, he dove in as if he could no longer stop himself. Pleasure shot up her spine in a way she had never before experienced. Sam nosed at her clit, groaning happily as more slick poured from her. He tried to be gentle at first, to ease his way into her but as soon as she clenched tightly around his tongue, Sam knew that there was no going back, that he would do this every day, multiple times a day if it were up to him, for the rest of their lives.

“Sam!” She cried, her hips bucking from the bed, making the old bed springs scream in protest with the sudden movement. Sam growled into her cunt, the vibrations sending a mind-numbing spark through her body, and grabbed her wide hips to keep her pinned down. Now unable to escape his mouth, Y/N was forced to feel every stroke of his tongue and each flick of his large nose against her clit. It was overwhelming, overpowering and tortuous in all the best ways.

The edges of her mind were beginning to go fuzzy just as small black dots grew in her vision. She grabbed at his hands, their fingers intertwined as she held them to her covered chest, desperate for more of the alpha’s touch like she could never get enough of him. Sam’s head bobbed with each furious thrust of his tongue, lapping up everything she was giving him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her body strung tight with her impending release but still it did not cum.

She lifted her head from the pillows and opened her mouth to beg the alpha to cum but instead, she saw how he was nestled between her thighs, his own body tightly pressed to the bed sheets as his lean hips rolled down. He was humping the bed, furiously so, all because of her taste. 

The omega shattered in his arms, her orgasm washing over her like nothing before. She was silent only for a moment, too washed out in pleasure to make a sound but then, she screamed. Her cum coated his tongue and Sam couldn’t stop his own orgasm from slamming into him- her sounds, her taste, her warmth, it was all too much for him and the alpha spilled himself onto the moth-eaten duvet cover.

“Alpha.” She sobbed, her soft arms reaching out to him. “Wan your knot!” Part of Sam winced at her tears but his alpha was howling in pride at leaving the omega a desperate puddle of lust and need for him. He wrapped her up in a comforting embrace, twisting both their bodies so that she could lay mostly on top of him.

“Shhh omega. You will get it, but not today.” She stiffened in his hold but he was quick to reassure her.

“I want to earn it, your trust and your mark.” He smiled and kissed her softly, cupping her jaw in one massive hand. “Let me work for it, please.”

Her shy smile knocked the breath from his lungs, her eyes shining with the beginnings of love. “Yeah okay.” Sam relaxed back into the bed, deliriously happy as Y/N laid her head on his bare chest, hand over the heart that beat only for her.

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Protecting Innocence

Summary: Sam and Dean try to protect their little sisters innocence as much as possible. Even when she’s out hunting and killing monsters.

A\N- Idk how to feel about this one.

Sam and Dean have always kept their little sister protected from the gruesome scenes that they would witness. She was one hell of a hunter, but she was also just a kid and they wanted to protect her innocence as much as possible. She was also very sensitive and sympathetic during hunts so she preferred to stick to doing research anyway. But when there wasn’t any research to do, she would help her brothers out on the hunt.

When there was something grisly, they made sure to keep her innocence. Like when Sam had that premonition where people were dying, but the murders were made to be like a suicide.

They were out investigating the case when Sam had his vision of Roger Miller at his apartment. He saw a window open then Roger close it and then it reopen again by itself. When Roger tried to close it again, he failed so stuck his head out the window to examine it, but the window came down, decapitating him. Sam’s vision ended and they all rushed to the apartment hoping to get there in time to save Roger. Y/N trailed behind her brothers as they ran down the steps. Sam knew what was coming and he knew it was too late. Right before they heard the disgusting squish of the window coming down on Roger, he quickly turned around. Y/N ran right into Sam, but before she could ask what was wrong he grabbed her and pushed her face into his chest. “Hey bug, you don’t want to see this,” Sam whispered. He would know because he already saw it once. Almost immediately after that they heard the window come crashing down and the crunching sound of Roger. Y/N flinched and went to pick her head back up, but Sam held her firm and kept his hand behind her head to keep her face buried. He heard Dean curse and he sighed. He didn’t know what the point of his visions were if he couldn’t save the people in them. Dean interrupted his thoughts handing them both a cloth, “Here start wiping down your finger prints. We don’t want the cops to know we were here, go, go.” As Sam released Y/N, Dean stood tall obviously trying to block her from seeing the scene before him. Her heart was racing and the sound of the window coming down replayed over in her head. She met his eyes, “Hey kid wipe up there and don’t look back down here. Alright?” He pointed up the stairs and squinted his eyes at her hoping she didn’t get a glimpse of what happened and knowing that she wouldn’t intentionally look now. Y/N nodded. He didn’t have to tell her twice. She hurried up the steps and wiped down the bars until her brothers finished wiping below her. As she finished up, she started to tremble. She just couldn’t shake hearing the noise of Roger being squished by the window. The brothers finished wiping the railing and charged up the steps behind her. Dean put his hand on her back to guide her out and felt her body tremble. They rushed out of the apartment building and got into the car. Dean turned around to face her in the backseat, “You didn’t see any of that right sweetheart?” It was pretty gruesome and would be enough to give a normal kid nightmares for years. She was tough and Dean knew that, but there are just some things that she shouldn’t see. That he and Sam didn’t want her to see. “No I didn’t,” her voice faltered and her eyes darted out the car window avoiding eye contact with him. Dean cursed silently and Sam turned around to face her as well. “Are you alright bug?” Sam asked, reaching out to pat her knee. She looked back at him and whispered, “Yes.” Sam gave her one last pat, “Okay.” Sam and Dean both turned back around. Dean knew it was bull, but knew she was in the process of trying to calm herself down. He knew something was wrong thought because she was practically shaking like a leaf when he guided her out of the building. He was praying to God that she didn’t see anything. He looked at her through the rear view mirror and started the car. As he drove off, she couldn’t help but hear the squeal, crunch, squish of the window. It was just replaying over and over again in her head. Squeal, crunch, squish. Squeal, crunch, squish. Squeal, crunch, squish. She was going to be sick. “Dean stop the car,” she cried. “What?” He replied looking back at her through the mirror. “PULL OVER DEAN,” she yelled. The car squealed as he pulled off the road. It didn’t even come to a full stop before she launched herself out and landed onto the hard rocky pavement.

She felt a burning sensation on her knees no doubt breaking skin from the fall, but all she could focus on was her food making it’s way back up. She tried to bite it back, but it was no use. Sam leaped out of the car after her and as she started to throw up, he grabbed ahold of her hair and held it back from her face. He rubbed her back, “It’s okay bud, let it out. It’s alright.” She was dry heaving at this point, feeling weak and exhausted. There was nothing else to throw up. She whimpered and fell back into Sam leaning on his legs for support. Dean was looking for something in the car to clean her up with and found a rag he was meaning to use to clean his car with. He grabbed it and walked back over to his siblings. He took in his sisters appearance. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing raggedly, leaning against Sam’s legs. He noted that her knees were pretty banged up and he would have to clean those up after he figured out what was going on with his baby sister. The sight made his heart hurt. He crouched down in front of her so he was eye level and wiped her mouth with the rag. She opened her eyes and took the rag from Dean to clean herself up and then tossed it to the side. “Hey kid, you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Dean asked. Y/N sighed, “The sound.” Hoping he understood, but he didn’t. “The what?” He replied. Y/N gulped trying not to relive it. “The sound of the window shutting,” she looked up at Dean, ”on Roger,” she muttered. Dean’s eyes immediately softened and she felt Sam squeeze her shoulder. Dean grabbed her hands, “I’m so sorry you had to be there. We knew what was going to happen if we didn’t make it in time and we should have made you stay back. I’m so sorry kid.” He was so upset and he was so worried about her in the life she was forced to live. She should be going shopping with her friends and painting her nails. She shouldn’t be fighting monsters and seeing people die in the most terrible ways. Dean just felt like he should be doing more for her or trying to get her out of this life. Y/N interrupted his thoughts, “No Dean, I shouldn’t be like this. I should be stronger than this. You and Sam aren’t effected by these things at all. I’m just so weak. It’s kind of starting to be pathetic.” This time Sam interrupted, “You’re absolutely not weak. I never want to hear you say that again. You’re the strongest person I know. You’re just a kid bud. We’ve been doing this much longer than you. And besides I never want you to change. You remind us to feel something and that it’s okay to have emotions.”

The reassurance from Sam made Y/N choke back tears. Dean then spoke up, “Are you sure this is something you want to do? We can get you out of this life. I’ll do anything I can to get you out Y/N/N. We will find a way if that’s something you want.” Y/N was offended by Dean’s offer, “I have never wanted something different from the life that I have right now and I will never want something different. We’re Winchesters and we’re destined to fight. I’d rather die than just give up and walk away.” Y/N would never walk away from this life and she never wanted to. Dean sighed, “Alright,” he then looked down at her bloodied knees, “We gotta take care of these then.” He gripped her upper shins to take a better look at how busted up she got. They weren’t bad at all and she could barely feel the stinging sensation that lurked on them, but Dean thought otherwise. He got up to grab the first aid kit from the car and came back. He crouched down in front of her and started to get to work. He noticed there was a pretty large gash on one of her knees and could pretty much figure that there was a shard of glass or a sharp piece of gravel lodged in there so he started with that. As soon as he tried getting it out, she involuntarily jerked her knee and whimpered. Dean glanced at Sam and Sam gave him a knowing look. Sam reached down to keep her leg in place so Dean could do what he had to do. Sam looked back at her, “Hey bug I gotta keep you still so Dean can get you cleaned up. Okay?” She nodded and Dean proceeded. He cleaned her wounds every so often glancing up at her to make sure she was okay. Maybe it was worse than she thought it was as she squeezed her eyes shut from pain. There was a pretty deep gash and Dean was worried about her getting an infection from the dirty shard of whatever it was on the side of the road that cut her up good. He noticed her start to shiver as it was pretty cold out so he shrugged off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her. He took the antiseptic from the kit and looked down at Y/N, “Sorry sweetheart this is going to burn.” He poured it over her knee and she hissed in pain. He shot her an apologetic look and reached to give her hand a quick squeeze before continuing to the next knee. He looked back at her and poured it over her other knee. She clenched her jaw and threw her head back into Sam. Sam rubbed her back while Dean screwed the cap back on the antiseptic and took out to large bandaids that would cover the length and width of her gashes on both knees. He sealed them up and gave her lower thigh a pat, “Good as new.” Y/N gave a light chuckle, “Thank you Dean.” Sam helped Y/N up while Dean packed up the first aid. They got into the car and drove away. Y/N watched the scenery pass as she thought about how lucky she was to have two brothers like Sam and Dean.

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virgin!seungkwan x reader

warnings: dry humping, sex talk?, oral, first time experience, cock riding...

you and seungkwan always had a close, comfortable friendship. one lazy afternoon, as the sun filtered softly through the curtains, you lay on his bed, your head resting on his back. the topic of sex came up, as it often did between close friends.

"have you had sex before?" he asked, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity.

"yeah," you replied, looking up at the ceiling. "i've had sex."

he hummed thoughtfully, a contemplative look on his face. "how does it feel?"

you smiled a little, turning your head to look at him. "it's hard to explain. it's one of those things you really have to experience to understand."

seungkwan continued to hum softly, mulling over your words.

there was a silence between you, comfortable but charged with an unspoken curiosity. finally, you broke the silence, asking the question that had been on your mind.

"do you have any curiosity to try?"

he nodded, his eyes still fixed on you. "yeah, i do."

you felt a flutter in your stomach at his admission. there was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. without thinking too much about it, you leaned in and kissed him. his lips were soft and warm, and he responded almost immediately, his hands finding their way to your waist.

the kiss deepened, and soon you were straddling him, your panties rubbing against his shorts as you moved your hips. seungkwan's hands roamed over your back, his breathing growing heavier. you broke the kiss, looking down at him with a question in your eyes.

"do you want to keep going?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded again, his eyes dark with desire. you guided him to lift his hips so you could pull down his shorts and underwear, freeing his hard cock. he blushed deeply, the color spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. you gave him a reassuring smile.

"don't be shy," you said softly, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a few slow strokes. you leaned down, licking his tip and collecting the precum on your tongue. his breath hitched, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

you continued to tease him with your tongue, making him wetter as you went along. his hands gripped the sheets, his hips bucking slightly with each touch. you could tell he was getting close, his body tense with anticipation. deciding to take things further, you positioned yourself over him, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock.

he gasped, his hands flying to your hips as you sank down on him. you moved slowly, giving both of you time to adjust to the sensation. the feeling of him filling you was intense, and you let out a soft moan as you began to move.

"does it feel good?" you asked, looking down at him.

"it feels... amazing," he breathed, his eyes half-closed with pleasure.

you smiled, moving your hips in slow, deliberate circles. "good. just relax and enjoy it."

seungkwan's hands tightened on your hips as you rode him, his breathing growing more erratic. you could feel him getting closer, his body trembling beneath you. wanting to push him over the edge, you increased your pace, your own pleasure building with each movement.

"i'm gonna cum," he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut.

"let go, seungkwan," you whispered, leaning down to kiss him again.

with a final thrust, he came inside you, his body arching off the bed as he moaned into your mouth. the feeling of him filling you sent you over the edge as well, and you rode out your orgasm with him, your body trembling with pleasure.

when it was over, you collapsed on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty. seungkwan wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both came down from the high.

he sudden starts to laugh nervously covering his face "oh my god you saw me naked, i'm so shy"

you laugh at him, kissing his plump lips ''yeah, and you're so hot"''

"stooooopp!''