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Funsies EAPS comic based off "Charlie IS THE CURE!" + Eclipse hugging his kids and the "ruin virus" overall and its effects :3
Now its Eclipse's turn for angst!! (Is this angst? Idk anymore man...)
Again: I am the absolute WORSE at interpreting the personalities of characters, so please, by all means, correct me on anything I got wrong! I personally think I may have made Eclipse too soft in this comic, so I would like some corrections. Ty :)
Click first image and swipe to next image so the comic flows well :)
Im testing out how I should make the comics, so I think this may be the style I go for so less pictures to put? c:
#sun and moon show#tsams#sams#tsams eclipse#sams eclipse#eclipse and puppet show#teaps#eaps#teaps eclipse#teaps andrew#teaps andy#teaps jake#eaps eclipse#eaps andrew#eaps andy#eaps jake#sams fanart#eaps fanart#i feel like theyre so out of character and i hate it.#mainly eclipse.#anyway!!#Eclipse gives good hugs trust‼️#I mean the man is (depicted with) four arms#so like#great hugs‼️‼️#og phrase for comic: “I have to keep you three safe at least.”#DAD ECLIPSE BELOVED /platonic /motherly
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someone deciding to boomer post on my tv antennas post like i have never seen a cet before.... don't you dare disrespect me and all the hours i've had to spend messing with my tv to get the minimal amount of signal to watch cartoons. and i still love them anyway. because i'm a real one #mytv
#🧃.txt#don't take me badly i'm very much an old tech realist#i know old tech was very much not very good in the technical sense that shit did NOT work very great ‼️#i wouldn't want to have an old computer or an old tv to replace the modern ones i have. because they work better#to me talking about old tech means something else... idk maybe it's just swimming in the comfort of nostalgia#it feels nice and comforting to look at objects that remind you of when things were simpler#i cant dent the emotional baggage is a lot of what makes it appealing to me#but i like to see as idk. they're little relics of the past#fragile old little things that have worked so much their whole lives to be there for you#they aren't so efficient as new ones but they are more comforting to be around#they're just things i want to hug ok...... they're old friends. to me
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good morning & happy friday my dearest friendz !!! bringing you all your fave morning treats & a smooch on the forehead ! i hope today is great (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ) !!!
#i’m typing this out as i listen to the birds happily chirp away and watching obi play with his fave toy … life is good !!#going to try & focus on the small things today bc they are the ones that end up bringing me the greatest joy#i’m determined to make today a better one 😼‼️#i’m hoping i can edit a few blurbs today and maybe make a lil posting schedule#bc i am hoarding sm and all they’re doing is rotting in the drafts !!#need to clear em out (i say for the millionth time…) but this time i will !!!#i hope you all have a great day bc it’s what u deserve !!!!!!#sending hugs 🫂🩷����#₊˚⊹ ᰔ xoxo aims#ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ — ✩ daily yap.
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I think i ever processed anything that happened from 2021 to now like ever
#sniffle… also body dysmorphia hit#i hate this stupid website i hate it i hate how much hate there is but god its where all of my friends are#im really starting to hate someone and im just… god i hate them i wish i never met them id do better being alone in 7th grade#they were never my fuckingg friend they just treated me like shit#‘i hate talking to you so much but im not gonna tell you and i never will’ great your boyfriend told me what you said during an argument lol#worst thing was i hated talking to him i hated it!!! id forget to reply for five minutes then hed be like ‘are you there’#im just… pissed he didnt speak up but i guess i didnt either#god im just… sometimes i just want an apology or just a hug i feel like some big bad in some dumb show or something#and it makes me wanna isolate so bad i just wanna stop going to school im just so tired#i just want to die sometimes i just feel like everyone hates me and thats why people dont talk to me#i just want to die sometimes or like just be a observer#i just wanna watch people sometimes when i was younger id want to disappear and then see what people said about me#to see if they missed me or anything#its so stupid that that never fully went away#anyways fuck idk why i fucking bothered typing all this nobody fucking cares anyway 💥💥💥🦅🦅‼️‼️❗️❗️#if youre reading this far sorry#evilsoda.hater
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forsaken killers with a deceased so perchance
Anon… Do you like angst?? ☹️💔
But alr then…
(Again, I don’t know the characters exact personalities and so on, so they might, if not most likely will be OOC!!)
‼️ WARNING; ANGST ‼️
HEADCANONS/SOMETHING UNDER THE CUT!! ;
(1x1x1x1)
• Ah yes, the embodiment of hatred… Having yet another thing to fuel his hatred.
• You were a great, respectful and caring s/o. (*COUGH* In his mind, spouse. *COUGH*)
• He loved you, dearly. He still does, even though you aren’t with him anymore.
• He keeps a minion close to him, when he’s back in the killer lobby. The minion in question? Being you.
• He has used necromancy on you, to keep you by him. Even if you’re now just a minion, who attacks survivors…
• In rounds, he’s filled with pure hatred, as he always is. If one of the survivors even remotely looks, or acts like you, he’ll pause for a moment, before mercilessly killing them. Pretty harshly.
• How dare a mere mortal survivor, act and look even remotely close to you?! IN FRONT OF HIM. NO LESS.
• Whenever that happens, he’s showing no mercy, whatsoever to anyone and everyone.
• Back in the killer lobby, he immediately seeks out your minion self. Hesitantly hugging, holding and kissing you.
• He wishes that you didn’t have to go… But, he couldn’t do much about your death, could he…?
(John Doe)
• Ah, John Doe. He knows you don’t have a high life expectancy, however…
• His corruption only worsened when you were gone.
• WHERE DID YOU GO?! PLEASE… You are one of the few people who can calm his corruption down…
• In rounds he’s killing every survivor he can, not caring about them at all.
• He does hesitate when someone acts or looks like you, but he kills them nonetheless, when his corruption spirals.
• Foul vermin survivors.
• In the killer lobby, he immediately goes to his specified room, looking at the picture of you.
• You were so happy, smiling, and holding his corrupted hands, before they became too dangerous to touch…
• Although he doesn’t remember much, and forgets quite a bit, he’ll still always love you. You were the perfect s/o…
(Jason)
• Jason, Jason… A mama’s boy, really…
• His mother took an interest in you first, as you were always kind to him back in ‘51.
• Jason, was always quiet, but trusted his mother’s words about you.
• You both were a picture perfect couple. You didn’t bother to pry into his history, because you loved him, as he is.
• Why I’m saying that you “loved him”, as if you don’t anymore you may ask? Well, it’s because you’re dead.
• Jason now has yet another reason to kill survivors, as it was one of them, that killed you.
• He doesn’t understand why they’d kill someone he cherishes. His mother was already dead, and he can still hear her, and follows with what she says…
• But why did they kill you?
• He’s killing every survivor, in cold blood. Not a single one survives him, whatsoever.
• If there’s a survivor that looks or acts like you, he’ll pause, before his mother tells him, and reminds him that; you’re dead. You’re gone. To kill the survivors.
• He does so. Killing them all.
• Back in the killer lobby, he goes to his specified room. Going to his mother, (if you haven’t seen friday 13th, then idk if you know what I’m talking about…) and talks to her. Hell, he even keeps your body near his mother.
• It’s so he knows you’re not going to be taken away from him or his mother. He still loves you, a lot.
(Mafioso)
• This prick. This guy, absolutely adores you. He was the first one to tell you his feelings.
• You accepted of course. You didn’t pry into his work either, you figured it out yourself, due to how he was dressed. (You thought he was one of those cliche mafia guys. Which he is.)
• Whenever he has to chase the ones in the dream land, due to their debt there, he’ll always have one or two of his men staying by you at all times.
• That was a terrible idea however.
• One of his “trustworthy” men… Killed you. Why? Perhaps the guy thought you were just a distraction to his boss.
• Mafioso, of course killed the guy out of anger and revenge for you.
• He kept your body in those freezing cubicles in his room. He doesn’t trust his men after what happened. He only trusts his boss, Eunoia. To be near you, and watch over your body, in case of any fractures on you.
• In rounds, he’s pissed off everytime. Someone looks and acts almost exactly like you… What a fucking vermin of a survivor.
• He kills every and all survivors. Hell, he lets them all know that he doesn’t take kindly to anyone looking, or even acting like you.
• By that, I mean he broke several bones of the said survivor that looked and acted similar to you. ♡
• Back in the killer lobby, or, the shared lobby of him and his boss. He immediately goes to his room, where Eunoia is also.
• He constantly asks how you’re doing, as if you’re awake, and will be awake soon. (You won’t…)
• Eunoia always tells him to calm the fuck down, and tells him every update she has about your body, as you’re in the freezing cubicle.
• Mafioso looks at you in the freezing cubicle, savoring, smiling faintly, and even loving the way you look. Even when dead, you’re still a beauty in his eyes…
(Help, I just noticed that 1x’s and Mafioso’s have way more texts than the other two killers 😦 I think I love Mafioso and 1x too much…)
#roblox forsaken x reader#forsaken roblox x reader#forsaken x reader#1x1x1x1 x reader#dreamgame x reader#mafioso x reader#jason x reader#john doe x reader#brain4stew/l i n’s work‼️
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satosugu when you get your period ->
a/n: on my period and want my men spoiling <3 mentions of fluff, period sex etc!!

-> precisely tweaking. they don’t even pretend that it’s a normal/casual thing which comes every month. suguru hates the way your mood turns into a low graph 📉 and he takes is sooooo personally :( he’s like, “angel- is there anything you’d like? maybe some waffles? maybe something else? what can i do to help make it better?” tweaking like a mother hen.
-> satoru gets you plushie heating bags because of course they are 💯 times cuter and his babygirl shouldn’t have anything except cute things. he’s definitely going to get you a kuromi, panda plushie, or something along those lines so you look cutesy in your little blanket with a plushie bag on your pelvis.
-> you love chocolates & suguru knows you do. there are sometimes entire goodies in your refrigerator because his little moonshine angel goddess SHOULD have chocolates duh??? you could find high end brands because he really thinks there must be something taste related otherwise why would they be so expensive? imported chocolates ftw 🙌
-> “you know princess, orgasms help~” satoru chirps shamelessly, he don’t care: 🤷🏻♀️ and it’s like extra lube for him anyways. 😏 you’d find him fucking the cramping out of your uterus over and over. he loves to see you whimper in pleasure not pain ‼️ like a good boyfriend should. suguru is nasty too, but it is also :3 on another level. he wants to have a go after satoru’s done with you so you just feel his girthier member stretch you out, mouth agape and sobbing in pleasure perhaps. ;)
-> god forbid if you actually stain your exclusive favorite undies then they would take you to shop asap. they know that mild feeling of regret IS NOT NEEDED in the satosugu household. be prepared for replacement immediately. <33
-> suguru hates it when things make you cry during this phase, so you’d find him exta clingy and touchy. eager to comfort, eager to provide you hugs and cuddles. the warmth of his hand kneading your pelvis and humming softly. he loves to see how his presence alone comforts you to a great degree & you end up napping over his chest.
#satosugu#stsg#stsg poly#poly stsg#poly stsg x reader#satosugu x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#geto fluff#gojo fluff#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jjk fluff#jjk imagines#jjk comfort#jjk thirst#gojo thirst#geto thirst#jjk x reader#jjk hcs#stsg hcs#gojo satoru hcs#geto suguru hcs#jujutsu kaisen#jjk
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YOUR RELATIONSHIP (HILL)




pairing: arthur hill x fem!reader
summary: a peak into your relationship with arthur
warnings/contents: swearing, sexual innuendos (lots of it, kinda went crazy with this one . . . though in my defence i was listening to his songs)
author’s note: there is something about arthur, he’s a great singer, looks amazing and hot in a weird way, and is hilarious, want a boyfriend like him

- you meet when he’s at the beginning of his music career so 2022-23
- you were at a bar where there were open mic nights and he performed
- you fell in love with his voice and you thought he was really cute ☺️
- you usually wouldn’t be the one to approach but the few drinks you had in you acted like liquid confidence
- you sought him out and find him with his friends
- you said he was good and got talking and accidentally blurted that you thought he was cute
- you were so embarrassed at yourself because that’s something sixteen-year-old you would do not twenty two-year-old you would do
- he just laughed and said he thought you were cute too
- offered to buy you a drink and you ended up going home together 🤭
- when you woke up, you immediately left because you forgot you had planned to meet up with a friend
- thank GOD you exchanged numbers the night before so you texted him what happened and said you would love to go on a date
- he agreed and you went out a couple times before he asked you to be his girlfriend ❤️
- said yes obv because who wouldn’t
- he’s cute, can sing, and a gentleman 💐
- you are a chill couple and petty equal with splitting the cheque but this man spoils you as much as he can
- date nights, gifts, flowers randomly, little notes, he has done it all
- you guys more like staying in and ordering takeout than actually going out
- you prefer chinese food and a movie to a fancy dinner in a restaurant
- you both like the comfort of your apartment and you don’t have to tone down the PDA
- you two are a VERY hands on couple (if you couldn’t gather that from the countless songs he’s written about it)
- this can be bad when he’s living with chris and george ‼️
- have been late to reservations and friend dinners too many times (it’s a bad habit, you admit it 😔)
- they don’t even ask where you were anymore, they just know 😉
- even if they didn’t know, the flushed faces and messed up hair gave it away
- they started to make bets on how late you will be
- george and arthurtv are the closest most of the time
- speaking of george and arthur, you are the one who picks and drops off the boys from platform roulette
- you are an actual blessing 🙏
- deserve so much for putting up with them when they’re drunk (and sober too)
- it takes on average 10 minutes to get them all in the car with seatbelts buckled
- arthur keeps trying to kiss you (he gets clingy, more than usual), george is being george but more rowdy, and arthurtv is spacing out and doesn’t know where he is
- but you always get everyone home safe
- you have a specific routine for arthur now to help wrangle him into bed and asleep
- includes a lot of hugging and whining
- he would be picked apart if his friends found out how he acted
- you loved it though
- at the end of the day, you and arthur end up in bed with him being the big spoon (except when he’s drunk, then he prefers little) and his snoring in your ear
- i feel like he would love when you play with his hair and scratch his head
- send him straight to sleep 💤
- you also play with the hair on the back of his neck to help with anxiety
- you’d sometimes do this before shows where he’d get really nervous
- just have to mention you’d have the best concert fits 💅
- arthur gets jealous sometimes
- especially when you use parts of his wardrobe in these outfits and they look better on you
- “well alright then, steal the fuckin’ show why don’t you” 🙄
- he’s obviously joking (is he?)
- you help dress him sometimes too
- and where’s your paycheque??
- you go to all the shows you can
- and you are the loudest in the room ‼️
- this man can always count on you to get the vibe up (though he can do it, no doubt)
- he does this thing where he winks at you during the line “but baby so do you” in late for the reservation and it makes you blush EVERY TIME
- and he knows and he does it because it makes you blush and riles you up
- the first time he did that you were not expecting it
- and let’s just say if you did have a reservation that night, you wouldn’t even be late, you’d miss it 😉
- people find you hilarious together
- lots of funny tiktok’s together
- beg to see more of you after your first few together
- he lets you in a video after awhile 🤭
- comments are just FULL of people fangirling over you
- especially if you are part of a platform roulette
- even just a couple minutes
- act like a mum with a bunch of rowdy young sons
- arthurtv and chris are your sons
- “no, george ━━ don’t do that! chris! arthur frederick come back this instant!”
- get along GREAT with his mum
- have definitely been on the mummy’s boy podcast and vibed with lisa the whole time
- it’s like your boyfriend isn’t even there
- his mum also loves you sooo much ❤️
- have mother-daughter dates with her every week ☕️
- chat shit about her son like the queens you are 👑 (just kidding . . . not really)
- if he really pissed you off you’d tell her
- he can get jealous by the amount of time you spend with his mum and his twin sister
- every holiday you go to his house they immediately steal you away
- they claim they haven’t seen you in forever but arthur calls bullshit (you facetime all the time)
- you are invited to family holidays and gatherings
- act like children together on holidays
- brings out your inner child (and mermaid 🧜♀️)
- because you do MAKE him play mermaids
- he says he doesn’t like it but he acts like a seven year old girl with how serious he gets 🙄
- “no, you can’t change your powers again! that’s so unfair!”
- they know you are going to get married someday 💍
- both of your parents are waiting so they can have some grandbabies
- you won’t get actual babies for a while but you do get furbabies
- you are a animal lover ‼️
- cats, dogs, insects, you name it
- you’d have a million animals if you could but arthur had to limit the amount due to you both living with chris and george
- he knows everything about you, even the things you’ve forgotten
- a drink you said you liked a couple weeks ago? it showed up in the fridge
- a chocolate you mentioned liking as a kid? he gets it for you
- and you know damn well he makes sure chris and george don’t eat it
- will hit them in the back of the head if he catches them even thinking about it
- he is the best boyfriend you have ever had ❤️
- he treats you soooo good and knows everything about you, and vice versa
#emma writes#x reader#x fem!reader#headcanon#headcanons#arthur hill#arthur hill x reader#british youtubers#uk youtubers#youtube#youtuber x reader#singer x reader#youtuber headcanons#arthur tv#george clarkey#chris dixon#chrismd
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141 + reader
hc's when you five share the barracks together/just in general <3 (ooc, rushed my bad lmao, can be read platonically/romantically, reader is v close to them!!) kinda long oops 😩 might do a part 2 idk
nsfw version 🩷
there's a whole lot of testosterone and musk in the air when you're sharing living spaces with 4 men ‼️
all four men compete with each other to get your attention, even if it's unknowingly
whole lotta pouting when you're spending time with more man than the other, you're a great companion ;) and the army is lonely. they all need equal love and attention
speaking of, if you're smelling like one of them the other will immediately bundle you in his arms to put his scent on you instead and to cancel out the other (alpha behaviour 😵💫)
whole lotta flirting from each of them. they're all very intelligent soldiers, they know exactly what to say to get you going 😙
all of them adore the height difference with you. you get teased about it relentlessly (out of love obvi)
i don't think they're particularly messy men but ghost and gaz are the most cleanest, they like having their things in order and knowing where everything is
price is next because he's slumped with being captain so you'll see a lot of his paperwork around with coffee mugs from pulling all nighters
soap is more organised mess. it might look messy to you but he knows exactly where everything is
you, soap and gaz definitely have rap battles late at night. it starts of quiet but you'll usually hear price shouting at you three from his bedroom to stfu. ghost threatens to pull a grenade if you don't be quiet
assuming you're naturally a good cook, they'd all be so appreciative :") especially on bad days, your cooking reminds each of them of home (or lack of)
face masks! gaz would 100% be down to do them with you, soap would follow next because if gaz is doing it then he too???
ghost would roll his eyes, continuing polishing his guns with a rag "you ain't putting that muck on my face"
price would just look at you, shaking his head "got too much to do, sweetness"
but you're quite the convincer and all four men are on the floor of your bedroom, gossiping about the last mission with their preferred colour of face mask across their faces
assuming you're the only woman, they get very protective when you're hurt. soldiers get hurt from time to time but its different when it's you
"you alright, bonnie?" soap's gentle voice comes through your room as he hands you a warm mug of your fave drink
gaz had you wrapped in a big fluffy blanket, gently stroking your back
"who was it?" ghost's voice is firm, wanting to know who dared injured the youngest member of their team
"already got a handle on 'em" price follows, looking at the computer. whatever enemy dared to raise their hands on wished they'd be six feet under after all four men are done with them
you're the one each man needs when they're having a particularly bad day which are usually far in few between but sometimes it happens
gaz and soap are the types to seek you out, their faces settled in a troubled frown before they place their arms around you. no questions just yet, they just want to feel skin to skin for now. keeping them grounded before they can explain what happened. they're not looking for a fixer, just someone who'll listen
ghost and price are the type to isolate themselves for a while until it's night and then you'll find them gently knocking on your bedroom door and slipping inside, between your covers. their grip is strong, burying their faces deep into your neck whilst trying to wrap his arms as much as he can. these two won't talk much either, just looking to be held and stroked to calm down
ghost and soap are the type to show affection through lingering touches while gaz and price show affections through their words.
but speaking of hugs, each of them have their own special way they like to embrace
ghost thinks he's being slick but you realise just how touchstarved he really is, he gives hugs with his arms around your shoulders bringing you in to his chest. mostly because he's tall and broad but he likes how he can manhandle you from this position and smelling your scent <3
soap's the type to tackle you in a playful hug, maybe a spin to get a laugh out of you before he gently strokes your skin for a few seconds, a gentle kiss to your temple <3
price likes to hug from behind, resting his chin on your head while he looks at what you're doing. depending on you, his big arms are either wrapped on your waist or your shoulders <3
gaz gives side hugs because he likes linking his arm around your hips and he likes how you fit snugly into his body. and this way he can lean his head against yours and can bring you in closer with his other arm <3
all four can immediately smell you before you come in because they adore whatever perfume/spray you have
each of them would absolutely melt into pieces if you joined them/kept them company in what they were doing
and if they catch you in a towel after having a shower, best believe they're quickly walking back around to where they came from to help alleviate the growing... tent in their pants
lowkey kinda pervy 🫣 (never in a harmful way)
each of them have their strong points and would 100% train you in becoming stronger
even if you're a well established soldier, they all worry for your safety
price would teach you sniper techniques, ghost teaches you combat, gaz teaches you how to sharpen your aim and soap teaches you about explosives and how to construct/dismantle each of them
they take the training very seriously with you
a ton of cursing when their fave team loses lmaoo
if you're avid tea drinker, join the gaz/ghost/price club. if you're not, join the hater club with soap <3
ghost/gaz/soap will playfully fight with you, careful not to use their full strength and not to harm you. but it's so cute to them when you're struggling a little under them.
but when price scolds them in doing so, "i'm just helping in case there's an attack!"
if you're arguing against one of them, another will come to your defence. unless you're arguing all four then it's the silent treatment from you 🤭
all four of them melt when you call them by their real name instead of their callsign :")
ghost usually comes to you when his balaclava is broken and he'll keep you company as your fingers work their magic to the fabric, gently leaning against you as you speak to him
price will let you shape up his beard after you begging to do so and he grows to enjoy those tender moments
soap definitely calls for your help to shape up his mohawk, he trusts your hand to eye coordination above anyone elses
ghost will playfully ruffle your hair whenever you both pass each other
price gives you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder
gaz gives you a soft stroke on your arm or back whenever he's passing by
soap will gently tap his head against yours, not too hard to cause pain but just enough to know that he's there
but above all, the barracks you five share is definitely a safe space for each of them the second they come through the door <333
#call of duty modern warfare#cod mwii#simon riley#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#john price#kyle gaz garrick#141 x reader#task force 141#cod 141#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#soap mactavish x reader#gaz x reader
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I heard “medieval/fantasy” and came sprinting‼️
thoughts and feelings on DragonHybrid!Price? I’ve seen him in monster aus, all good and fun, but a fantasy setting scratches my brain just right. I’m personally imagining it as a sort of werewolf situation where he can pass as a normal mortal just fine, but is forced to retreat to a cave in the mountains for (x reason to transform) (bonus points on if you don’t necessarily know he’s a dragon hybrid)
maybe as his transformation draws closer he becomes more animalistic in nature and appearance. matte scales hidden beneath his shirt and trousers, suddenly he’s looking a little more bulky and running a touch hotter than normal. were his pupils always slightly slit-like? he’s suddenly buying shiny objects, buying you gold rings and necklaces, crystal jewelry. he keeps absentmindedly referring to your home as your ‘den’, trying to keep you in the house more often
I haven’t thought through all the nitty gritty details, but the overall idea drives me insane. hugs and kisses, mwah🎀✨
Ok so. I’m a HUGE fan of the trope of being offered as like a human sacrifice and then getting fucked by the monster lol.
So for Dragon!Price I’m thinking that no one knows the dragon can take human form, and John introduces himself as an emissary for the great dragon of the mountains. He sees all of the potential offerings, pretty girls all done up in white linen, and to your terror, you’re selected.
You try to suck it up for the good of your village— the dragon is the one that protects you from other monsters. His mountain brings your community good fortune and plentiful harvest. But that doesn’t mean people aren’t afraid of him— that there aren’t endless tales of horror about what happens to dragon brides.
John, despite his loyalty to the dragon, is good to you as he escorts you up the mountain. He keeps you fed and rested. When you arrive at the caves there’s a sort of antechamber with many human comforts. John dresses you in fine silks and jewels and gold from a seemingly endless selection. He tells you he has to leave— it’s time to meet your new master and husband. You cling to his arm for a moment, silently begging him to stay with you. He tells you not to worry. That the dragon is fond of you already.
When you’re beckoned further into the cave, you see none other than John— his blue eyes slitted, scales running down his bare back, horns protruding and tail swishing on the floor. Half-transformed— he thought it would be the kinder way to take you on your wedding night.
He caresses the skin of your throat, framed in gold chains, and quietly commends himself for his own good taste.
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All up in Your Mind
warning ‼️: smut
word count: 3,116
pairing: lewis hamilton x black female reader
summary: lewis is obsessed with you and you love driving him crazy
tag list: @sucredreamer @irishmanwhore @whoevenisthiz @iamquiantrelle @dexastres @coffeevacation @goldenngt @btslover117 @kennasutopia @jessnotwiththemess
note: bae @irishmanwhore wanted this one too yall. say thanks everyone!!!!! she has great ideas :) this one was very fun to write, lewis is lowkey subby in this just a little bit. as always, enjoy and tell me what you think🤍!!!!!
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Lewis sat at the head of the long conference table, his crisp black suit doing little to mask the heat simmering beneath his skin. His team was discussing strategy—sponsors, contracts, logistics—but every word went in one ear and out the other. All he could think about was you.
You had consumed his every thought since the night before. He should’ve known better than to let you out of his sight on that red carpet. You were untouchable, and radiant, your confidence commanding every room you walked into. In a crimson gown that hugged every curve just right, you moved like you knew you were the only one anyone could see. And you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
“Don’t stare too hard baby” you had teased as you leaned in close during the event, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, your fingers grazing his chest in a way that set his nerves on fire. “You know how easily… excited you get.”
As if he could help himself. Your sultry glances, the way you whispered wicked things into his ear when no one else could hear, the brush of your fingers along his thigh under the table—it had been pure torture. By the time you got home late that night, he was ready to claim you, but you had been too tired, and he had that early meeting to prepare for.
Now here he was, sitting in a room full of people, barely able to breathe because all he could see was you. The way you smiled. The confidence in your stride. The way you had whispered jokingly, “It’s like I’m the only thing on your mind”
But it was true. It wasn’t a joke. It was the truth.
Lewis exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the table as he shifted in his seat, his mind nowhere near the conversation happening around him. His team continued talking, numbers and projections flying across the room, but he couldn’t focus. Not when flashes of the night before kept playing in his mind—how effortlessly you had owned that red carpet, how your dress clung to your body in a way that made his mouth go dry, how you had leaned in close, whispering filth in his ear like you weren’t in a room full of cameras and flashing lights.
You had done it on purpose, of course. You always did. It was a game to you, watching how long he could last before he cracked, before he stopped caring who was around and dragged you somewhere private. But last night, he hadn’t had that luxury. You had teased him relentlessly, dancing just out of his reach, smirking over the rim of your champagne glass while he sat there, jaw clenched, hands fisted in his lap, hard as fuck beneath the table while the whole world watched.
And then, to make it worse, you had denied him. Had kissed him sweetly, stripped out of that sinful dress in front of him, and then crawled into bed with a yawn and a soft, “Goodnight baby” Like you hadn’t just spent the whole evening torturing him. Like you hadn’t left him lying awake for hours, painfully hard, fists clenched in the sheets, gritting his teeth because he couldn’t even touch himself—not when the only thing that would satisfy him was you.
You knew exactly what you had done. And judging by the way you had left that little message in his ear before disappearing into the crowd last night, you had known he’d be thinking about you today. You had wanted this. Wanted him distracted, restless, aching for you while he sat through his meetings, barely able to function.
His phone buzzed in his lap, and for the first time since he walked into the boardroom, Lewis moved fast. He glanced down, breath hitching at your name on the screen.
You: Bet you’re struggling.
His jaw tightened. You were so fucking smug.
Lewis: You have no idea.
You: Oh, I do.
You: Poor baby. So hard at work.
You: Or just hard?
His breath left him in a sharp exhale. His grip on the phone tightened as his other hand curled into a fist beneath the table. You were evil. He knew it, and yet, he still couldn’t get enough of you.
Lewis: You’re a fucking menace.
You: And yet, you love me.
Yeah. He did. And you knew it.
Lewis: You knew what you were doing last night.
You: Maybe I did. What’s on your mind?
He smirked, shaking his head. You always knew exactly how to get under his skin—in the best way.
Lewis: You. You’re all I’m thinking about.
You: I figured.
He stared at your response, his chest tightening. Of course, you figured. You always knew.
Lewis: The way you looked last night. The way you touched me.
You: Oh lol, you mean the way I teased you all night and then fell asleep the moment we got home?
Lewis: Exactly that.
You: Poor baby.
Lewis groaned softly, earning a curious glance from his manager across the table. He gave a quick, apologetic nod before typing again.
Lewis: Just wait until I get home.
There was a long pause before your reply came through.
You: You’ll have to catch me first.
His jaw tightened, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You were playing with him, and he loved every second of it.
The moment the meeting ended, Lewis was out of the building, his car tearing down the road at a pace just shy of reckless. His pulse raced as he thought about you waiting for him, probably grinning to yourself because you knew exactly how wound up he was.
When he finally stepped through the door, you were there, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else. Your legs were bare, and the smile on your lips was nothing short of sinful.
“You made good time” you teased, tilting your head as you watched him.
“You’re a problem” he muttered, dropping his keys and crossing the room in a few long strides.
“A good one though” you replied, your tone light and playful as your fingers danced up his chest.
“The best kind” His voice was low and strained.
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding around his neck as you whispered, “Last night, all I wanted was you”
“Then why’d you fall asleep on me?” he teased, but his voice was thick with affection, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer.
“Because I like driving you crazy” you admitted with a sly grin. “And I knew you’d be thinking about me all day today”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he kissed you, his mouth crashing into yours in a way that made you gasp. His hands roamed your body with a hunger he didn’t bother to hide, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. You smiled into it, your fingers sliding into his hair and tugging just enough to make him groan.
“You’ve been torturing me” he murmured against your lips, his voice dark and thick with need.
“Mm, I know” you said, laughing softly as you pressed your body closer to his. “You love it though”
“Too much” he admitted, lifting you onto the counter in one smooth motion. His lips found your neck, his hands sliding up your thighs as you tilted your head back to give him more access.
“Keep this up” you teased, your voice breathy but still playful, “I might start thinking you can’t get enough of me”
“I can’t” he growled, his hands tightening on your hips as his lips moved lower.
Your laughter filled the air, rich and warm and utterly intoxicating. You cupped his face, forcing him to look up at you, and the heat in your eyes made his breath catch.
You didn’t rush. You wanted him desperate, aching, teetering on the edge before you gave him what he wanted.
Lewis stood there, watching you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as you stepped back, your fingers trailing down his torso. His shirt was —somehow— already undone, exposing the warm, golden brown of his skin, the way the ink of his tattoos contrasted beautifully against it. He was everything—gorgeous, sculpted, utterly wrecked for you, and you hadn’t even really touched him yet.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he murmured, voice low and strained, a teasing smirk ghosting his lips.
“You like when I stare” you countered, letting your hands wander, sliding over the tight muscles of his abdomen, tracing the lines of his inked skin.
He let out a shaky breath when you kissed along his collarbone, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin. “Yeah” he admitted, barely above a whisper, his hands tightening on your waist. “I like it.”
You smirked against his skin before pressing one last kiss to the hollow of his throat, then, without warning, you grabbed him by the belt and started walking him backward toward the bedroom.
Lewis let you. He let you take the lead, let you push him through the doorway and toward the bed, though you could feel the way his muscles tensed, the restraint in his grip. He was holding himself back, letting you play your game, but you knew—eventually, he’d snap. He always did.
“Turn around” you whispered when you reached the edge of the bed.
His eyes darkened, but he obeyed, letting you push him down so he sat on the mattress. His hands immediately found your thighs as you stepped between them, his touch firm, warm, possessive. You dragged your nails lightly up his chest, taking in the way his breath hitched.
You kissed him slowly at first, savoring the taste of him, the warmth of his mouth against yours. Then you deepened it, pushing him back until he was lying beneath you, your body pressing flush against his. His hands roamed over you, sliding under your shirt, up your back, fingers digging in like he needed to feel every inch of you.
You pulled away just long enough to strip your top off, and Lewis groaned, eyes locked onto you like he couldn’t get enough. His hands immediately covered your bare skin, smoothing over your waist, up to your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples in a way that made your stomach tighten with anticipation.
“Mmm” he hummed, mostly to himself, before his lips found your skin again. He kissed his way down your neck, over your collarbone, then lower, his mouth hot and open against your chest.
You let your head fall back, exhaling sharply when he dragged his tongue over your skin, his stubble leaving a faint burn in its wake. “Lewis” you breathed, rolling your hips against him, feeling the way he hardened beneath you.
He groaned, the sound deep and broken. “You feel what you do to me?”
You nodded, biting your lip as you reached between you, palming him through his pants. He was so hard already, twitching under your touch, and the way his head tipped back, the way his lips parted as he let out a breathy moan—it made heat coil low in your belly.
“You’re not very patient” you teased, undoing his belt, popping open the button of his slacks.
His gaze snapped back to you, his hands gripping your hips tight. “Not when it comes to you”
You kissed him again, swallowing his groan as you slid his pants and boxers down all the way off. He was thick and heavy in your hand, leaking already, and you loved knowing you’d done that to him.
He let out a shaky breath as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, teasingly. His grip on your hips tightened, his body tensing beneath you. “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish”
You smirked, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Who says I’m not ready?”
You dragged pussy along his length, letting him feel just how wet you were, and the way he groaned—low and rough and wrecked—made your stomach tighten in anticipation.
“Fuck, baby don’t tease me” he muttered, voice strained.
“Why not?” you purred, rocking your hips just enough to drive him insane.
“Because if you don’t sit on my dick in the next ten seconds, I’m flipping you over and handling it myself”
You knew he meant it. And while you loved pushing his buttons, you wanted him just as badly.
So you sank down onto him slowly, letting him stretch you open inch by inch. His hands shot to your thighs, gripping them hard, his moan deep and broken as he filled you completely.
“Jesus—fuck—” His head pressed back against the pillows, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back open to watch you.
You rolled your hips in slow, deliberate circles, dragging out every inch of him, making him feel every slick, tight squeeze of your body around his. It was torturous—exactly how you wanted it.
“That’s it baby” you purred, your nails grazing down his chest, tracing over the tattoos you knew he loved having your hands on. “Let me hear you”
And fuck, did he. A deep, shuddering moan tore from his throat, his head tilting back against the pillows as his hands tightened on your hips. He was trying to stay still, trying to let you set the pace, but you could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath your palms, the way his fingers flexed against your skin like he was barely holding on.
“You feel so fucking good” he groaned, voice thick with arousal. His grip tightened, like he wanted to take control, but he didn’t. Not yet. He loved this—watching you move, letting you take what you wanted, needing you so bad it made him ache.
You leaned forward, pressing your hands against his chest for leverage as you rolled your hips a little faster, grinding down against him in a way that made his breath catch. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?”
His hands slid up your back, one tangling in your hair, the other pressing against the small of your back to keep you close. “I am” he admitted, his voice wrecked.
“Say it” you murmured against his lips, teasing, demanding.
His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling beneath you. He let out a shuddering breath, eyes locked onto yours, raw and desperate. “I’m fucking obsessed with you”
The confession sent a rush of heat through your body, making your thighs tremble as you clenched around him. His head dropped back, a strangled moan escaping his throat as he felt it, as your body squeezed him tight and hot and dripping wet.
“Shit, baby” he groaned, his fingers pressing hard into your skin as he squirmed in pleasure beneath you. “You keep doing that and I won’t last.”
You smirked, leaning down to lick across his collarbone, your tongue tracing the ink on his chest, the tattoos he loved when you worshipped. He shuddered beneath you, letting out a sharp exhale, his hands moving restlessly over your body like he couldn’t get enough.
You pressed a slow, teasing kiss to his lips, moving against him in deep, rolling thrusts, grinding your clit against the base of his cock every time you came down on him. His moans were getting louder, more broken, his hands gripping your hips like he was right on the edge of losing it.
And then, just as you expected, he snapped.
With a rough growl, Lewis’s hands clamped down on your hips, fingers digging in almost bruisingly, and suddenly, he was slamming up into you. Hard. Fast. Desperate.
You gasped, your hands flying up to grip the headboard as he took over, fucking into you like he had no choice, like he needed it to survive.
“Lewis—fuck!” you cried out, your body jolting with every powerful thrust, your back arching as he drove deeper, harder.
“I tried” he gritted out between thrusts, his voice thick and wrecked. “Tried to let you have control, but fuck baby, I need you so bad”
You moaned helplessly, nails raking down his chest, leaving red streaks over his inked skin. “Yes—fuck—just like that baby”
His jaw clenched, his dark eyes locked onto yours, wild and hungry and completely, utterly gone for you. “Uuhh I fucking love this pussy”
You nodded frantically, your pleasure climbing unbearably fast. “Mmmmm” you moan loudly and desperately, not able to properly respond.
Lewis groaned, the sound breaking into something close to a whimper as he fucked into you harder, rougher, his hips snapping up to meet every grind of your body against him. You could feel how deep he was, how perfectly he stretched you, how completely he filled you, it was too good.
His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles, pushing you higher and higher, making your thighs shake as the pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, ready to snap.
“You’re gonna cum for me” he rasped, his voice shaking, his thrusts turning erratic. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
The moment his lips brushed your ear, whispering, “Let me feel it” you shattered.
Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, stealing the air from your lungs, making you cry out his name as your whole body trembled. You clenched around him, squeezing so tight that he cursed, his hips stuttering as he lost himself completely.
With a strangled groan, Lewis slammed up into you one last time, burying himself deep as he came, his moan breaking apart into breathless, desperate sounds against your skin.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, both struggling to catch your breath, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city outside.
Then, finally, Lewis let out a soft, breathless laugh, his arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you down against his chest. “Fucking hell” he muttered.
You smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw. “That good, huh?”
His hands smoothed down your back, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles against your skin. “You have no idea”
You grinned, completely satisfied, completely spent. “I have a pretty good idea”
Then you collapsed against his chest, pressing lazy kisses along his damp skin, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.
He let out a shaky laugh, arms wrapping tightly around you. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days”
You smirked, tracing a finger over one of his tattoos. “You’d die happy though.”
He groaned, tilting your chin up to kiss you slow and deep. “Ecstatic.”
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Can I request a fic for Kinich x fem reader please? during the archons quest IV (spoiler‼️ for people who didnt do the archons quest) reader almost died in one of the bases but traveler and Paimon (doesn't matter who tbh I love the twins) was able to save them just in time and Kinich hugged her not letting her go until he knew she was real and safe in his arms
Not a huge fan of angst but I'm okay with angst with comfort (happy ending)
From the Edge of Darkness

The Abyss Order had been relentless in its attack on Natlan, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. With the nation in ruins, every base became a battlefield, and the resistance fighters were pushed to their breaking point. The Traveler and Paimon, desperate to help in whatever way they could, had been moving from one war-torn base to another, always hoping to arrive in time to save someone—anyone—from the onslaught.
This upcoming base felt different, though. As they neared the next base, an eerie silence filled the air. No sounds of clashing weapons, no cries for help. Just silence.
Paimon’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Traveler… something feels wrong about this place.” The suffocating tension in the air made it hard to breathe.
When they finally reached the base, the scene that greeted them was nothing short of horrifying. Destruction had torn through the camp like a hurricane. Blood stained the ground, mingling with the ashes of burned tents and scattered debris. Bodies lay strewn across the battlefield, broken and still. Each life extinguished in a brutal fight to protect their homeland.
The Traveler moved quickly, scanning the area, their heart sinking with each step. Please, let there be someone left alive. They silently begged the universe, their steps quickening with each heartbeat.
And then they saw you.
Amidst the carnage, there you were—barely alive. Your body was crumpled against the remains of a wall, blood trickling from a wound on your side. Your skin was pale, your breath shallow. You were hanging on, but only just.
“There!” the Traveler gasped, rushing toward you. They dropped to their knees by your side, frantically checking your pulse, their hand trembling as they felt the faint, uneven beat beneath your skin. “She’s alive, but not for long!”
Paimon’s eyes widened in horror. “We need to get her out of here! Now!”
The Traveler didn’t hesitate. With great care, they lifted your fragile, unconscious body into their arms. They could feel how weak you were, how close you were to slipping away. Every second counted. “We’re taking her to the stadium!” the Traveler barked. “That’s where the medics are.”
Paimon nodded furiously, her tiny body flying ahead, guiding the way. “Hurry! We don’t have much time!”
The journey back to the stadium felt excruciatingly long, each second a battle against time. But the thought of losing you—of arriving too late—drove them forward.
The stadium came into view, its towering walls offering a brief sense of relief. Inside, it was the last haven for those who had survived the Abyss Order’s attacks. It was bustling with medics, warriors, and refugees, each one desperate to protect what little was left of their world.
The Traveler barely made it through the gates before shouting for help. “Medic! We need a medic!”
The closest group of medics rushed over, their eyes widening when they saw your condition. Without wasting a moment, they took you from the Traveler’s arms and laid you on a stretcher.
The Traveler stood back, their chest heaving with exertion, watching helplessly as the medics tried to save you. Paimon hovered close by, her hands clenched tightly in front of her. “Traveler… do you think she’s going to make it?”
The Traveler swallowed hard, unable to answer. “I don’t know, Paimon… I don’t know.”
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Not long after, the stadium doors burst open, and Kinich, the man you loved, stormed in. His usually calm and stoic demeanor had crumbled, replaced by pure, unfiltered panic. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching desperately for you, the woman who meant more to him than anything in the world.
When he finally spotted the Traveler, his heart lurched. He saw the exhaustion in their eyes, the grim set of their jaw. He knew something was wrong. “Where is she?” he demanded, his voice shaking.
The Traveler’s expression softened with sorrow as they pointed toward the medic tent. “She’s there. It’s… not good, Kinich. I’m sorry.”
Kinich’s breath caught in his throat as he turned toward the tent. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat filled with dread as he rushed toward you. When he reached your side, his worst fears were confirmed. You were pale and still, your chest barely rising with each shallow breath. Bandages covered the wound on your side, but you looked so fragile, so close to death.
“No…” The word came out as a broken whisper. He fell to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as they reached for yours. He grasped your hand in his, holding it tightly, as though if he just held on hard enough, he could pull you back from the brink.
Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision as he bowed his head over your hand. “Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t—I can’t lose you.”
His body shook with the force of his grief, the tears falling freely now as he pressed your hand to his lips, praying for some miracle, some sign that you would wake up and tell him everything would be okay.
Hours passed, but Kinich never left your side. He couldn’t. The world outside the stadium continued to burn, but nothing mattered to him except you. He sat by your side, holding your hand, watching for any sign that you would wake. Every breath you took felt like a lifeline, fragile but present.
The medics came and went, their magic stabilizing your condition, but Kinich’s heart remained heavy with fear. He whispered to you the whole time, his words soft and broken. “I love you… please come back to me…”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you stirred.
Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was Kinich’s tear-streaked face hovering above you, his hand tightly gripping yours. You blinked slowly, your body heavy with pain and exhaustion, but you were alive. You were still here.
“Kinich…” Your voice was a soft, rasping whisper, but it was enough to break through the haze of Kinich’s grief.
His eyes widened, a sob of relief escaping him as he surged forward, pulling you into his arms. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as though he feared that if he let go, you would disappear again. His body trembled with emotion as he held you, his face buried in your hair.
“You’re awake,” he breathed, his voice shaking with disbelief. “You’re really awake…”
You nodded weakly, your arms coming up to wrap around him, though the movement was slow and painful. “I’m okay,” you murmured, your voice soft but reassuring. “I’m going to be okay.”
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and relief. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
You smiled, though it was weak and tired. “I’ll try not to.”
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Kinich simply held you, his heart finally beginning to calm as he felt the steady rise and fall of your chest against his. You were safe. You were alive.
And as long as you had each other, nothing else mattered.
“I love you,” he whispered again, his voice softer this time, but no less sincere.
“I love you too,” you replied, your words filled with warmth and gratitude.
The world outside was still in chaos, but in this moment, as you lay in Kinich’s arms, you knew that everything would be okay. You had survived, and you had each other. And that was enough.
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𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ; mark grayson | one-shot |
summary: after the world is rebuilt, mark grayson gets to see you in a dress again.
pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!mark grayson.
trope: established relationship.
genre: fluff + romance + some comedy + the tiniest bit of nostalgic angst.
warnings‼️: just a lot of corniness (i’m sorry 😭).
word count: 1,030.
random disclaimerrr: i’m back w some more marky poo stuff by popular demand (the voices in my head)! this is the sequel to The Only Exception but can be read as a standalone :) tysm for the love on my mark / invincible fic guys seriously i’m so fucking grateful 🫶🏽🫶🏽 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jungkooklover777
It’s been a few months since the many variants of Invincible wreaked havoc upon your city.
Life for many is trying to get back into the groove it was in before. Tragedy for the many casualties is the one thing that’ll never leave or change.
The Spring Formal is still on and somehow, it seems kind of silly to be fretting over your dress and heels and shoes and—
Mark’s caller ID pops up on your phone, momentarily pausing your inner troubles.
“Hey, you.”
You hear his smile through the phone and it makes you smile instinctively.
“Hey.”
Mark taps the speaker icon as he changes out of his superhero suit. “I finally found something to wear this Saturday.”
“You could’ve pulled off the Adam Sandler look.”
His laugh is muffled by the t-shirt sliding over his face but you hear it nonetheless.
“What time you gonna come pick me up, Invinciboy?”
He groans in annoyance and you giggle wildly at him.
“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?”
“Nope!” You pop the ‘p’.
It’s Saturday evening.
Currently, 5 minutes till 5; the time Mark’s supposed to pick you up.
Your hair is styled nicely, your dress a pretty pale yellow.
You took inspiration from Andie’s dress from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) and thought it’d be a subtle nod to your superhero boyfriends colors.
The dress is a gorgeous spaghetti strapped silk gown with a tight fitted corset and a flowy silhouette.
The jewelry is kept simple; a thin chain rests on your collarbones, a small watch wraps around your wrist with pearl earrings adorning your ears.
Your strappy heels are a glossy black and add 3 inches to your height, perfect for a slow dance moment!
You feel beautiful, and you are.
You’re looking over yourself in a full body length mirror, your eyes skim over your face and arms.
It’s time.
Your room is clouded with the last few spritzes of perfume you spray and you head out.
You’re coming down the stairs when you hear Mark’s voice mixed in with your parents’ laughter.
When did he get here?
You turn the corner and the lively atmosphere morphs into one of quiet admiration.
Your mom is in awe, she marvels over the amazing reflection of herself. You’re a wonderful image.
“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers.
Tears prick your eyes as you hug her and your dad is holding back the urge to see you as you used to be all those years ago.
Back when you were trying on your mom’s dresses and experimenting with her makeup and jewelry and shoes.
He simply nods and hugs you, his chin resting on your head.
“You look great.” He says.
“Thank you.” You shyly reply.
Mark is staring and how can he not? You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and you’re his girlfriend now. Your beauty enhances from his love, he thinks.
Your parents part and let you and Mark have some time with this first look.
“Wow.” He sighs as his eyes take you in.
They innocently wander across the expansion of your figure and you silently do the same.
“That good, huh?” You smirk.
Mark doesn’t have it in himself to fight your teasing because right now, he’s feeling sappy.
His eyes shine with an intensity that show the fireworks you’ve set off in his heart.
“You’re beautiful.”
The speed your confidence boils down to a timid attitude is that of a world record timing.
You instantly look down on the floor from his gaze and interlock your fingers together.
“Thank you, handsome.” You smile.
He nods to himself and chuckles. “No problem.” His cheeks tinged a light pink.
Mark holds his elbow out for you to take and you do. Your arm interlocks with his and you walk outside, a soccer mom van awaiting as your chariot.
Courtesy of William.
You and the girls make a move on taking photos while Mark, Rick and William get some food and chat with Amber’s boyfriend.
You take a quick glance at Mark and see him looking at you.
It’s cheesy but the world around you quiets down when your eyes meet his. Like there’s a secret language you speak with your eyes alone.
The DJ puts on a slow song and all the couples hit the floor.
You look at Eve apologetically but she shrugs it off.
“I’ll be alright, Y/n. Don’t worry.”
You nod and turn around to find Mark already two steps ahead of you.
“May I have this dance?” He asks with the suave of a 19th century duke.
“You may.”
Mark’s hands find your hips and your hands find his shoulders.
Being this close, gently swaying side to side while looking into each other’s eyes feels so intimate. A feeling of peace clouds the air and for the first time, Invincible can take a backseat and let Mark Grayson drive the car.
“This is nice.” He says.
“Mhm.” You nod once, twice.
Your fingers interlock behind his neck and it causes his neck hairs to arise.
“That tickles.” He huffs out.
Your lips split into a grin and you shake your head. “You’re so romantic.”
He shrugs and smiles back, taking a moment to really look at you.
He sees all of which makes you unique. Your makeup may cover up the moles and freckles and scars that litter your face but it only enhances your beauty for him.
The slight curve of your nose, your round cheeks and soft jaw.
Your eyes, though have a magnetic field of their own. They draw him in and make him never want to look away.
“You’re staring.” You mumble out, your bashful nature coming to the surface.
He blinks and lets the corners of his lips quirk up. “I can’t stop.” He whispers.
You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.
It’s a different kind of spring this year. A spring that’s relatively normal, easygoing. The kind that is the start of a new beginning and makes you wonder, same time next year?
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I BEG YOU
Don’t break my heart part 3 please ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
you ask, i deliver
part one, part two
the judgment day x reader (platonic), damian priest and rhea ripley x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader
‼️family issues, fear of abandonment, reader might have daddy issues, damian and rhea being the besties i need in my life ‼️
don’t break my heart - part 3
it was right after monday night raw ended that you had no energy left in you.
you knew it was going to be complete chaos when the shein version of the judgment day ruined damian’s match. rhea’s blood was boiling at the sight of damian being attacked by his ex members. so, you knew chaos was going to happen when her theme song echoed into the arena.
she told you to choose. she said that no matter what your decision was, her feelings for you weren’t going to change but she made clear that she was going to kick liv and dom’s asses. she told you - you can stay here and wait for us backstage or you can join me - and honestly, you thought about it but ten seconds later you were running by her side.
the crowd erupted in happy screams when they saw you by her side.
rhea pointed liv, you pointed jd, and finn too.
finn knew that you wouldn’t have picked him over damian and rhea but he wasn’t expecting to see you against him.
“don’t do this…” he told you “you’re gonna regret this” he didn’t mean to threaten you, he just wished you weren’t involved at all.
“i don’t care…i’m tired of hiding” and with that you simply attacked him. carlito saw the scene and simply came to the rescue, trying to take finn away from you.
while rhea tried to attack liv, damian was still in the ring with jd so you you went to attack him “move” you simply said. his face was stone cold. maybe finn was right, jd had a crush on you but you couldn’t care less.
of course liv and dom ran away, like the cowards that they are and in the meantime damian took his time in finishing jd.
the crowd cheered when they saw you, dam and rhea standing there in the ring, hugging each other, knowing that no matter what, you would always have each other’s backs.
while backstage, rhea and damian took their time answering questions and doing interviews but you were too tired from the event that occurred that all you wanted to do was to end up in your hotel room and sleep all night long.
walking towards the exit, you spotted drew who kindly waved at you. drew was the same as jey or la knight for you, just kind acquaintances because they were friends with damian and rhea but nothing more.
“hey kid” he smiled at you. his nickname made you smile “great fight out there”
“oh” you awkwardly smiled “that…that was nothing but thank you”
“are you going back to the hotel?” he asked, probably already knowing the answer, seeing you with your bags and tired look.
“yes…i was thinking of calling an uber, i fear damian and rhea will take too long with interviews right now…” you smiled.
“don’t call them, i can give you a ride, plus we are staying at the same hotel right? in downtown?” he asked and you nodded “i’m going back right now, you can ride with me”
“are…are you sure?” you didn’t want to be a bother so you doubled checked.
“positive, let’s go” he smiled and walked towards the rental car he got for the show. you’ve never been alone with drew before, only talked with a few times when he was training with damian so the idea of driving with him for 30 minutes was making you nervous.
but the car ride was quite and silent. not awkwardly silent, just comfortable enough. soft music playing in the background, drew watching the road as you watched some raindrops falling from the sky.
“you have talent kid” he broke the silence, waking you from your thoughts.
“oh, thank you…” deep down you knew you had talent, but that being the reason of getting kicked out of your family always made you feel guilty sometimes. you always wondered and imagined how your life would be if you actually had applied for college as your parents wanted for you. maybe you wouldn’t be this shy or weird while meeting new people. maybe you would be more confident about yourself. maybe you would have a boyfriend and a lot of friends.
there was always that voice in your head that screamed what if
“you don’t talk much uh?” he softly teased, making you smile a little.
“not really, no…i’ve always been like this, i guess…” lie. growing up you were talkative and you remembered your mother always telling you to shut up because you talked too much - what would she say if she could see you now?
“i get it…i was really shy growing up, then i started getting more used to the job, working with live crowds for all these years made me change the conception i had about myself…and i worked a lot on me, that helped me” he said, talking about himself but like he was giving you an advice.
you had to work more on yourself and you knew it, you just didn’t know if you were ready yet.
“yeah…big crowds helped me a bit but i still have to get used to it” you smiled.
“about that…everything okay today?” he didn’t want to overstep but he was worried about you. he couldn’t understand what finn did to make you run away like that.
“oh with finn?” he nodded “yes, he just said some things he shouldn’t have said…nothing major”
“got it” he smiled, realising you didn’t want to talk about it.
the rest of the car ride was spent with him just talking about his family. you were curious about it because he always talked about them so nicely that you actually wanted to know how he felt having his family and friends proud of him “and what about your family y/n? i’ve never seen them at the shows…”
he may have overstepped because you didn’t answer. he knew something because people talked but he didn’t know the full story and the one person who knew the truth was you.
“nothing much to say…they have other hobbies” you tried to avoid the argument as much as possible and you were happy dropped the conversation right there.
once at the hotel you thanked him about the car ride and told him that you were tired enough that you would have fallen asleep in the lobby any minute.
“yeah, i’m pretty tired too” he smiled at you “listen, in case you need more car rides or just someone to talk to, here’s my number, goodnight kid” and with that he left.
he gave you a piece of paper with his number on, kinda old fashioned but you liked it.
once you got to your room, you tiredly took a second shower and change into your pjs. you were so tired that you haven’t even eaten yet but at the moment you couldn’t care less.
before you could drift off, you received a text from rhea.
from rhea🖤
hey girl! sorry we took so long, we just finished with interviews, are you still in the arena? do you need a ride to the hotel?
from you
hey rhea! don’t worry about it! i can’t wait to see all of your interviews! i’m already back at the hotel and ready to sleep lol, but thank you so much for the offer!
you kinda didn’t mention how you got back to the hotel because you knew that if you did, rhea and damian would kept asking you questions that you didn’t want to answer. so you simply told her that you were about to sleep and that you would see her tomorrow.
but before falling asleep, you memorised drew number and decided to text him a “thank you for the ride, have a good night!” and then you drifted off.
drew would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy receiving your text. he was up all night staring at the ceiling and thinking of you. he’s been feeling some sort of attractions towards you but he thought that it was just a game his mind was playing to him. but sitting next to you and driving with you made him realise that maybe his attraction was actually a crush. he wished he could get to know you better but he knew and he saw - from the brief conversation you had in the car - that you wouldn’t open up to him, that he had to gain your trust and he was willing to do that.
morning came and you and rhea were already hitting the hotel gym as you waited for damian to join you.
“so…” rhea started talking “everything okay with the uber last night? did they get you here safely?” rhea knew about all the horrendous stories she read about uber drivers being maniacs so she tried to avoid them as much as possible, and so did you.
“oh…” you thought for a second “no i actually didn’t call an uber last night…uhm, drew drove me back here”
rhea was a little shocked for a moment but before she could say anything, damian both greeted you “what are we talking about here girls?” he gently smiled at you.
“drew as in drew mcintyre?” she asked and you nodded.
“what happened?” damian’s tone was more serious.
“nothing, drew just drove me back to the hotel last night and rhea is shocked about that” you wanted to avoid that conversation as much as possible but their looks made you realise that you would have to explain everything that happened last night.
“why him?” damian asked.
“because you were taking too long and drew saw me calling an uber so he offered? plus we are staying in the same hotel so i don’t see the problem”
“yeah but him?” it’s not rhea didn’t like him, they were friends. she didn’t like the idea of you and him alone together.
“yes rhea, him. he just drove me back, nothing else happened” you sounded irritated and damian noticed it.
“okay well, what matters is that you are here and everything went fine, right?” damian asked, hinting at rhea to drop the topic. she simply nodded and went back to her training.
you were just doing your exercises when a notification pop up into your home screen.
it was a text from drew.
hey kid, no problem at all! i told you, if you need car rides or anything else, just give me a call ;)
“what is making you smile like that?” rhea asked with a hint of curiosity.
“oh nothing, i just received a text…”
“from who?” damian teased you.
“no one you should worry about” you teased back.
“ouch…” rhea pretended to be offended “you’re keeping secrets now?”
“gosh, no! it was nothing important anyway” you quickly replied, tried to focus on your exercises. rhea and damian shared a look without you noticing it, they were determined to find the mysterious person behind your morning smile,
i will keep it mind lol! are you still in bed? i’m working out with damian and rhea and i’m already tired :(
you quickly answered back. in that moment you realised that maybe he didn’t wanna talk to you and you were just being a bother. what if he didn’t want you to text him? what if you were being a bother? what if, what if, what if were already overworking in your mind but before you could think of something worse, drew texted you back.
still in bed but i will hit the gym in a few minutes, i really don’t feel like it after last night but i have to…guess if i won’t be too late i’ll see there ;)
yup, you were smiling like a teen in love and you really couldn’t understand why. it’s not that you had a crush on him, right?
“is it drew?” damian asked.
“what?”
“you have this happy smile since this morning and seeing that last night you and drew were car buddies…something might have happened…” he explained to you.
you were quiet for a minute. nothing really happened between you and drew but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company, even if you didn’t have much of a conversation. he was kind and you couldn’t lie, he was hot, maybe too hot for you but aside from that, nothing happened.
before you could say yes or no, drew entered the gym with his teasing smile on his face.
“morning guys” he said smiling at damian and rhea “morning kid” he said smiling a little longer than to you.
rhea was beyond in disbelief “what was that?” she asked drew.
oh no, you thought. she was ready to cause chaos even outside of the company.
“what?” drew asked.
“that little stare at y/n, what was that?” she asked, a little more irritated.
“nothing to worry about, i just said good morning” he wanted to be petty but you knew rhea was a master in that.
“sure…don’t fuck with me drew” she started to get more defensive over you.
“okay can all we please calm down…” you said making them all turn their heads back to you “nothing is happening, can we please just go back to training please?” rhea was hesitant for a moment “please?” but she knew she couldn’t say no to you when you had those puppy eyes.
she didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable but she didn’t like this whole situation between you and drew.
“fine” she turned around and went back exercising with damian.
is she always like that?
drew texted you, making it hard for you not to laugh out loud. you simply nodded at him and he winked at you, making you blush.
two hours later and you were a sweaty mess “i need a shower, maybe two” you joked with damian, agreeing with you.
“i think i’ll rest for a bit…” damian said and you nodded.
“yeah” rhea joined “me too…i’m too tired today, plus we have to be back on the road tomorrow…i wanna sleep in today, y/n?”
“i’ll take a shower and then i’ll decide, probably i will order something to eat…” you smiled.
truth was you didn’t wanna stay in. you had to energy to spend the day in bed so you were probably going to sneak out and visit some places. so when you all left, you were quick to shower and to dress up.
wanna have lunch together? take out sounds nice but i think you would like some company :)
you smiled when drew texted you.
sure, i’ll meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes if that’s ok with you?
you waited for his reply with a little anxiety, so when he told you that it was perfect for him, you started your makeover and found something nice to wear.
you couldn’t lie, your heart was beating fast and faster the moment you approached the lobby.
“here we go” you whispered softly, mostly to yourself.
when you saw him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. he was a really hot man, you saw him fight almost naked every single week so you were used to it but seeing him all suit up, clean and fresh, did something to you.
“hey kid” he greeted you “you look good” he genuinely smiled at you.
you weren’t used to compliments su you didn’t really know what to say, apart from thank you.
“you don’t look bad either” you teased making him chuckle.
you were kinda surprised when he opened the car door for you. no one ever did anything nice like that - not that you ever dated anyone but being treated nice like this in general made your heart skip a beat.
the restaurant he chose was nice. not too fancy but it was cozy and nice “i hope you like it” he smiled at you.
“it’s really nice drew, thank you” growing up you became shy and more introvert so you didn’t really know how to make long lasting conversations but seeing drew being so happily awkward and shy made you happy.
the first few minutes were pretty awkward, you reading the menu and drew doing the same, deciding what to eat and taking your sweet time with it. you both opted for some fresh pasta and some chicken salad, both wanting to keep it healthy but still enjoying your lunch out.
“how are you y/n?” he gently asked.
“oh, i’m good thank you…what about you? still thinking about your victory at summerslam?” you smiled.
“of course, i will think about that moment for a while now” he chuckled “what about your summerslam?”
“mine was…something” you tried not to make it too awkward but it was like a fresh wound to you, you were still hurting about the betrayal and it will hurt for a while.
“yeah, i can imagine that…do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, fearing he overstepped.
“i…well, i wasn’t really expecting the group to break up like that, i knew there was tension but not that much…you know, they are, were like a family to me” you breathed out “and now damian and rhea are all i have, i can’t let them down you know?” you feared you may have talked too much but with drew’s kindness it came natural to you.
“i’ve been there, betrayals will stay impress in your mind but it will get better eventually…” he smiled at you and you felt more comfortable talking with him.
while eating, he talked about the most stupid things he liked but that made you happy, hearing something new from someone new.
“y/n…” he called, his serious tone more pronounced “can i ask you something? it’s a little personal and you can say no if i make you uncomfortable but i’m just curious…” he asked and you nodded “i’ve heard things…mostly rumors about you…everyone claim to know you but i feel like they don’t even know what they’re talking about” he said and you let him continue “they’ve been talking about you are basically…alone, that you don’t enjoy the other women company, they’ve been talking about how and your family don’t have any connection, how they think it’s your fault…basically a lot of stuff that i’m pretty sure it’s not real…that’s why i wanted to hear it from you, you are the only one who knows the truth…”
you weren’t going to lie but it kinda made you feel bad what your colleagues thought of you.
“i mean…they are not that wrong, i’m not good at making friends, i tried, since i joined wwe but it felt like i wasn’t really welcomed so i decided to stay by myself, at least until i met rhea and damian…and they are quite right about me not being in contact with my family but they don’t know the full story…and if you don’t mind i would like to keep it private for now” it was hard for you talking about your family.
“yes of course, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable at all, but i thank you for opening up to me, i really appreciate it” he genuinely smiled and you felt like you could probably trust him.
so you ended up lunch with two pieces of cake and fought for who was going to pay. like the gentleman he is, of course, he offered to pay.
“thank you for this amazing lunch drew, i really enjoyed it…it was nice having someone to talk to” you truthfully said once you both got out of his car and he smiled at your genuine words.
“anytime kid” there was a moment after he spoke where you were both silent, not knowing what to do or what to say.
“uhm… i think i’m going to rest for a bit now” you awkwardly signed to the hotel entrance, trying to make him understand that you were about to leave but that you didn’t want to leave him standing right there in front of the glass doors.
“oh yeah, i think i’m going to rest too, so, uhm, thanks for coming with me” he said making you chucked while he got closer to you “i’ll see you on the road” he slowly lowered his head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek “take care” he smiled before going back to his room.
now, you were the one who was left standing there in front of the doors.
with your happy face and bright smile, you came back to your bedroom, unbeknownst to you, rhea saw everything from the her hotel room as the window was facing down the entrance.
“oh i’m gonna kick his ass” she said before leaving her room.
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definitely be making part 4, i was just going to wait raw next monday to see if something happens with tjd! if you have any ideas or recommendations let me know in the comments!
#wwe#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#damian priest#wwe x you#wwe imagines#wwe one shot#wwe x oc#damian priest x reader#wwe damian priest#damian priest fanfic#damian priest smut#damian priest imagines#wwe damian#damian priest imagine#damian priest x you#rhea ripley one shot#rhea ripley x reader#the judgment day x you#the judgment day one shot#wwe the judgment day#the judgment day x reader#drew mcintyre#drew mcintyre x reader#drew mcintyre x you#drew mcintyre one shot#wwe drew mcintyre#damian priest wwe#damian priest x oc#rhea ripley fluff
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lucky—
kenji sato —
based off this req (thank you nonnie 😓)
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kenji had been eagerly anticipating this moment for days. he paced around the living room, checking the clock every few minutes. today was the day he would introduce you to emi, the baby kaiju he had been raising. he wanted everything to be perfect. when you finally arrived, ken greeted you with a warm smile and a hug. "hey, i've got a surprise for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. you followed him through the cozy house, curiosity piqued. "what kind of surprise?" you asked, smiling at his enthusiasm. kenji led you into the elevator, his hands over your eyes, to the lowest floor of his house. as he walked behind you, making sure that your steps were steady, you could hear soft, curious rumblings. when your vision was no longer obstructed, you saw her. in the center of the room stood emi, her large, curious eyes blinking down at you. despite her imposing height, her demeanor was a mixture of innocence and wonder. "this is emi," ken said softly, watching your reaction. "emi, this is [name]."
emi's eyes widened with curiosity as she took in your presence. you approached her slowly, feeling a mix of awe and excitement. "hi, emi. it's so nice to meet you," you said gently, your voice echoing slightly in the vast room. emi's eyes flickered between you and ken, before finally settling on your figure. she looked down at you all doe-eyed, and you melted. reaching up and placing a hand on her smooth, warm scales, you whispered softly, "she's adorable…" kenji watched you both play and interact, a look of pure joy spread on his face. "i knew she'd love you," he said, his voice filled with pride and relief. you looked up at him, hands occupied with holding one of emi's finger nubs, your heart swelling with emotion. "she's amazing, ken. you've done such a great job raising her." his expression softened, and he came over to stand beside you and emi. "i couldn't have done it without you," he admitted, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. "your support means everything to me."
emi, sensing the close bond between you and kenji, nudged you gently with her beak, her large eyes shining with affection. she let out another contented rumble, clearly enjoying the attention. you laughed again, feeling a deep connection forming. ken's eyes sparkled as he watched emi's reaction to you. "she really does love you," he said softly. "i've never seen her this happy with anyone else. i'll admit, i'm feeling a bit jealous." kenji put his hand to his chest in fabricated betrayal. "what? sad that you have to fight for her love now? you already had to fight for mine, what's one more?" the two of you shared silence, the only thing that was heard was soft hums from the kaiju. blinking at each other, you both doubled over in laughter, giggling even more when emi joined in. both of you gave emi a hug—one that didn't fully close—
and as you looked between your boyfriend and his daughter, you wondered, how did i get so lucky?
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hey girl. i love telepath! reader. ik it’s not halloween yet but i can literally see her trying to match bolt and be a playboy bunny. how do you think dean would react to that?🩷


oh, mans would so malfunction at the sight of her in a playboy bunny costume ‼️ + thank u sm for loving telepath!reader !!! it truly makes my lil heart so happy to hear <33
you're standing in your room, carefully applying the finishing touches to your halloween makeup as bolt lounges lazily on your bed, watching you with his twitching nose and curious little eyes. as usual, you're talking to him like he's your personal stylist.
"what do you think, bolt? the black ones or the pink ones?" you hold up two options of bunny ears in front of him. he doesn’t move, just stares, but you take his silence as an answer. "black it is. good choice, bub. classy."
he's your little partner-in-crime tonight, at least in spirit. you're going as a playboy bunny, and bolt, well, he's the inspiration behind the whole thing. he’s staying behind with dean and sam, though. you'd asked dean earlier if he could bunny-sit, and of course, he agreed. it wasn't like you asked him to do much—just keep an eye on the little furball while you were out.
you glance at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. the black satin bodysuit fits you like a glove, hugging your curves in all the right places. the sheer black tights make your legs look impossibly long, and the stilettos you chose—which you're still not entirely sure you won’t regret later—add the perfect touch. the bunny ears sit atop your head, completing the look.
"how do i look, bolt?" you ask, turning to face him with a grin. he twitches his ears, and you laugh. "yeah, i thought so. stunning, right?"
bolt doesn't answer, obviously, but you like to think he's silently hyping you up.
when you step out of your room, holding bolt in one arm and fixing the bunny ears as you walk, you head toward the library where sam and dean are. sam's sitting at the table, nose buried in some kind of research, while dean is leaning back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers.
you adjust one of your heels as you step into the room, the soft click of them echoing in the quiet space. both of their heads snap up when they hear you.
"so?" you say, smiling as you approach the table. "how do i look?”
sam's the first to speak, a warm smile spreading across his face. "wow, you look great. very… festive."
you laugh, setting bolt gently on the table in front of him. "thanks, sam. you're watching him while dean drops me off, right?"
"yeah, no problem," sam replies, reaching out to scratch bolt behind his ears.
then you turn to dean, who hasn't said a word yet. he's just sitting there, staring at you like he doesn't know what to do with himself. his jaw is tight, and his eyes keep darting between your face and—well, everywhere else. finally, he clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter.
"you look… uh, good. yeah. real good," he says, his voice gruff.
you notice the way he shifts in his seat, his hand briefly brushing over his thigh as if he's trying to adjust something. you don't think much of it, though, just flash him a smile.
"thanks, de. ready to go?"
he nods, standing up a little too quickly. "yeah, let's go."
the ride to the party is quiet at first. you're messing with your phone, checking for texts from your friends, while dean keeps his eyes firmly on the road. but you can feel the tension in the air, the way he keeps shifting in his seat every few minutes.
"you okay over there?" you ask, glancing at him curiously.
"yeah, fine," he says quickly, his voice a little too sharp.
you raise an eyebrow. "you sure? you've been squirming since we left. what’s going on?"
he hesitates, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "just… sore, that's all.”
you tilt your head, confused. "sore? why would you be sore? didn't sam say you skipped working out today?"
he grits his teeth, clearly regretting his excuse. "just drop it, okay?"
you roll your eyes but don't push it. whatever's going on with him, he'll tell you if he wants to. maybe you'll just have to get inside his head yourself. but that's an invasion of privacy and you'd prefer him to tell you, rather than you sticking your nose in his business.
when you finally pull up to your friend's house, the street is already packed with cars, and you can hear the faint thump of music from inside. you spot your friend waiting near the door, waving excitedly when she sees you.
"thanks for the ride, dean," you say, opening the door.
"no problem, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice tight.
you step out of the car, adjusting your tights and tugging the bodysuit into place as you walk toward the house. your friend meets you halfway, pulling you into a hug.
"oh my god, you look so hot!" she gushes, pulling back to look at your outfit.
"so do you!" you reply with a laugh, but before you can say anything else, a guy steps out onto the porch, joining your friend.
he immediately places a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to introduce himself. you're polite, smiling and nodding, but you can feel the older winchester brother's eyes burning into the back of your head from the car.
he's gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white, his jaw clenched as he watches the scene unfold. the guys laughs at something you say, his hand lingering on your arm a little too long for dean's liking.
"sonuva bitch,” dean mutters under his breath, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal as he pulls away from the curb. he doesn't even wait for you to go inside before speeding off, the tires squealing slightly as he turns the corner.
his heart is pounding in his chest, his mind racing with a mix of anger and jealousy. who the hell does the guy think his is, touching you like that? you're his girl. well, not officially, but still. you're his.
he spends the entire drive back to the bunker stewing in his own thoughts, alternating between cursing himself for not saying anything and cursing out the guy for daring to lay a hand on you.
back at the bunker, sam glances up when dean storms inside, slamming the door behind him.
"everything okay?" sam asks, raising an eyebrow.
dean doesn't answer, just heads toward the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and mutters, "watch the damn bunny."
sam exchanges a confused look with bolt, who twitches his ears in response.
meanwhile, dean sits at the table, staring at the bottle in his hand, already counting down the hours until he can go pick you up—and maybe punch the guy in the face while he’s at it.
#kari ♡ mail.#this was a lil longer than intended sorry :)#but he would so get irritated at the fact that he isn't there with you to scare off any guys#any typos u see pls ignore ! i was typing this all fast bc i didn't want it collecting dust like the other requests in my inbox have 😭#dean winchester#telepath!reader#dean winchester x telepath!reader#dean winchester x fem reader#dean winchester headcanon#dean winchester smut#dean winchester angst#dean winchester x y/n#dean winchester x you#dean winchester drabble#dean winchester x reader#dean x fem reader#dean x female!reader#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean x reader#supernatural#supernatural x female reader#supernatural x reader
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