#i love putting myself out there and leaving a mark no matter how small

[sleepyjuniper]

I love being a writer

[glorystark]

Empty eyes | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean doesn't take Charlie's death too well and because of the Mark of Cain affecting him, he tells you things that will regret.

Warnings: moc!Dean Winchester, Dean being a dick, minor mentions of injury, swearing, ANGST, major character's death

Pairing: Dean Winchester × reader

Featuring: Sam Winchester

Word count: 2,3k

We watched in agony as Charlie's body, wrapped around a white sheet, burned in the flames. This should never have happened to her kind soul. She died so we could save Dean. I couldn't help but feel guilty; my heart ached because I lost a friend, again. I knew Sam felt the same. We both asked Charlie for help with the Book of the Damned, and we both lied to Dean about the book being destroyed. Now it was too late to make things right. Memories flashed through my eyes, making me tear up. I remembered when she helped us with the Dick situation, or when I taught her some hunter-kind-of-tricks. How happy she was and wouldn't stop thanking me. She didn't deserve this, anyone but her.

“Charlie,” Sam started, grabbing my and probably Dean's attention. “We are gonna miss you. You're the best.” He stopped when his voice cracked, and now I was sure he felt far worse than me because looking back, he suggested not telling Dean about the Book of the Damned not being destroyed, which I didn't agree with at first. But seeing Dean, my Dean, slowly fade away right in front of my eyes changed my opinion. Maybe it was selfish, me and Sam both were. But we couldn't let Dean become something he fears, a Monster. We couldn't lose another person, another family member, but we didn't realize who we were putting in danger on this path.

“We love you, Charlie, and I'm so sorry,” I said, blinking through tears.

“Shut up,” Dean said coldly, making Sam and me look at him. “You got her killed. You don't get to apologize.” He continued.

“Dean-“ Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

“You too, you two are the reason she is dead,” he said, not taking his eyes off the flames.

“We were trying to help you,” I said, still looking at him.

“I didn't need help,” he said bitterly. "I told you to leave it alone.”

“What were we supposed to do, just watch you die?” Sam asked, not letting me be the only one receiving the cold tone from his older brother.

“The mark isn't gonna kill me.”

“Maybe not, but when it's done with you, you won't be you anymore,” I stated. “Dean, you're all we got. So of course we were gonna fight for you because that's what we do,” I said softly.

“Yeah, she's right, we had a shot-“ Sam was cut off again by Dean.

“Yeah, you had a shot. Charlie is dead.” He finally turned his head to look at me and his brother, who was standing next to me. His dark emerald eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't recognize them. Never have I ever seen him look at me with those eyes. Because no matter how much crap we went through, he always made sure I was fine, and his eyes held nothing but sweetness and, on most occasions, worry. “Nice shot.”

“Are you even listening to me? You think I'm ever gonna forgive myself for that?!” I snapped, not being able to keep my voice down anymore. He is grieving, but so am I. If I could, I would trade places with her.

“You know what I think,” he started, still with the same voice tone. “I think it should be you up there and not her.”

I felt my heart break for the hundredth time today. I parted my lips, not taking my teary eyes off him, which clearly showed how hurt I was. Sam let out a small gasp and widened his eyes after he heard Dean's words, clearly not expecting his brother to go that far.

I knew he blamed me, probably even more than Sam. But knowing that he wanted me dead hurt more than any physical torture I've experienced.

Sam called his name, still shocked after what he heard, but his brother just walked away, breaking my heart more and more.

—————

It has been a week since I lost Charlie, since I lost my Dean. He has been searching for the Stynes ever since but has been having a bit of trouble finding their location. So meanwhile, he went on a few solo hunts. He hasn't said a word to me and to Sam, just a few like ‘buy some beers’ ‘did you find anything about the Stynes’.

He found another hunt for today and was packing his bag in his own room. We both haven't stepped in our shared room ever since the accident, which meant we weren't even sleeping on the same bed. I'm done with being ignored, so I knocked on his door and opened it without waiting for any response. He didn't even turn around, probably knowing it was me.

“Dean,” I called his name, not even knowing what I wanna talk about, but getting him to look at me was the first step. “Dean,” I called, this time louder, and when he still didn't turn around, I walked towards him and grabbed his arm. “Alright, I'm done. When will you finally stop ignoring me?!”

He looked at my hand, which was grabbing his arm, and slowly turned around, finally looking at my face. “I'm not ignoring you, I just don't want to talk to you or be near you,” he said bitterly, pulling his arm away and reaching for his door.

“Dean, you know you're not the only one who lost someone, okay? And believe me, I know it's my fault she's gone, and I'll never forgive myself for that. But, god, you're practically killing me. I miss you,” I said desperately, waiting for something in his eyes to change, waiting for him to embrace me in his strong arms, but... Nothing. His eyes didn't even hold hatred anymore, just emptiness.

“I don't know what you expect me to say, ‘I'm sorry you were so stupid’ ‘I'm sorry you got another person killed off’ ‘I'm sorry you're so fucking useless’ Huh?! Is that what you want me to say? You want me to feel sorry for you?!” he yelled, showing the anger and darkness in his eyes while he harshly slammed me to the wall, making me whimper slightly. His words cut deep into my skin, but I tried my best to ignore them, knowing this Dean wasn't really my Dean.

“I want you to understand, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I want you to tell me that we're gonna go through this like we always do,” I said softly, looking deeply into his eyes, trying to crack him.

He let out a dark chuckle and grasped my shoulders, lowering his head to be on the same height level with me. “You want me to tell you that we're gonna go through this? Well, baby, in that way, I'd be a big liar.”

“Dean, me and Sam, we are so close to saving you. Please, just don't let the mark control you,” I begged, feeling small under his touch.

“I don't want nor need you two saving me, and believe me, at this very moment, I'm trying to not let the mark control me, so don't provoke me,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I thought you trusted me.”

“Well, that trust was destroyed when you got someone who was like a sister to me killed. Have you ever noticed how many innocent people died because you were being too stupid?” he said harshly.

"We all have made mistakes, Dean," I said, as I thought about the hunts where innocent people died, and I couldn't save them. I didn't want Dean to know how much his words were affecting me, but, god, I felt like a crumpled paper.

“Seems like that's the only thing you ever do,” he smirked, letting his eyes fall on the floor again before looking up at my eyes again. “Tell me, how does it feel knowing you don't mean anything to anybody and you're just a burden in our lives? How does it feel knowing nobody loves you?”

That's it. That was the punch line to make me break into tears.

“Y-you love me, you said that before.”

“You know I lie to get laid,” he said, smirking, proud of his response.

My heart was racing more and more, and I felt nauseous.

“Dean, please-“

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing!” he grabbed my cheeks harshly. “Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.” he said, spitting the words out before letting me go. He took his bag and walked out of the room, not even glancing at me. I slid down the wall as I started sobbing silently.

Then I heard a buzz from my phone.

New message from Sammy:

“Y/N, Dean just said he found a hunt, probably three to four werewolves, and he told me to go with him. I was really surprised but didn't question him. I think he's getting better. I'll also talk to him on the road. Next time, he'll definitely ask you too, just like old times. Don't stay up and don't worry; we got this :) love you.”

He asked Sam to go, but not me. If he hadn't told me that he hated me a few minutes ago, I'd think he was worried. But if it was really 3 or 4 werewolves, there's nothing to be worried about. He just wants to stay away from me. He told me I was a burden to them; he'll probably throw me out of the bunker soon.

Dark thoughts ran through my mind, and suddenly a rush of anxiety ran through me. What if there were more than a few werewolves? What if they get hurt? What if Dean hates me even more?

I checked Sam's message again and saw that he sent me the address of where the werewolves' location is and where the hunt would probably take place. I quickly rushed to my room, grabbed my car keys, and went to drive to the location.

—————

I was hiding behind some of the trees in the forest, watching as each of the boys fought one werewolf, two already dead ones on the floor.

Everything seemed good so far; I mean, their guns were on the floor, but they were fighting each werewolf single handed and there was no need for me to make my presence known. The boys were winning as always. And that's when I realized they don't really need me in their life. I knew the words that came out of Dean's mouth tonight weren't really Dean's, my Dean. But he was somehow right; before I became the hunter I am today, I made many mistakes. Some were small, and some led to people getting hurt or even killed. I also put their lives in danger multiple times because I was being reckless. Finding the demons that killed my parents blinded my vision. I was ready to get back to the bunker when I saw both of the werewolves giving up until I noticed something.

A werewolf close to Sam's back, and it seemed like none of the brothers noticed him. I searched for my gun but remembered I forgot it in the backseat of my car. I cursed under my breath and did the only thing possible right now to save Sam. I couldn't let Dean lose another person, especially his brother, who I knew meant the world to him. I couldn't put him through something like that again when there's a chance to save the younger Winchester.

So I ran towards Sam, trying my best to not slip because of the woods on the floor. The Werewolf was close, and nobody noticed him. I'm not the only stupid one after all. The boys turned their heads to me for a slight second, surprised at my presence, but didn't stop fighting the other werewolves.

Until I pushed Sam away from the werewolf he was fighting onto the floor. He seemed confused at first, until he saw it. I assumed Dean did too but couldn't be too sure since he was behind me. I let out an agonizing scream when the werewolf grazed his claws into my stomach and the other one, which Sam was fighting before, grazed his claws into my back before my lifeless body fell on the floor. Dean didn't hesitate more seconds before getting his gun from the floor and shooting all the werewolves.

I was bleeding like a waterfall from my body and my mouth. But the good thing is-

I didn't feel any pain, or anything in that matter…

Dean Winchester’s Pov:

No no no.

This can't be happening.

It's all a nightmare, just another stupid nightmare.

I heard Sam's crying voice telling the love of my life, his best friend, to wake up, holding her torn apart body in his arms, asking her why she pushed him away. But there was no answer.

It's a nightmare happening in real life.

Her beautiful y/e/c are open but so empty, unrecognizable.

I stood over her body, not being able to move from my spot.

There is so much blood everywhere.

Her blood.

This is hell.

No, I’ve been to hell and it's worse than hell.

I started tearing up more and more, reality hitting me more every second.

I let out an angry scream and fell on my knees when I remembered my last words to her.

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing! Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.”

She wasn't nothing, she was my everything.

She mattered, she was the reason I kept going, now she's gone and it's all my fault.

All my fault.

All of the words I said came back to me, making my chest hurt.

As I knelt beside her lifeless body, surrounded by the aftermath of our shattered world, I whisper into the silent abyss, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

And deep down I felt the Mark laughing…

[mindofadoll]

A fantasy I had based on a fan fiction I read :

I begin to wake up. I feel groggy as push myself from my bed. Except I couldn't for some reason and then I look up and my hands are cuffed to my bed. Except it's not my bed it's someone else, I quickly look around the room for some kinda indication of where I am. Theirs nothing thats familiar. The room is pained a light purple with fluffy fixtures everywhere and nice tv but no windows, only a fake projection of one. As I look around I recognize some stuff bits of my things placed neatly around the room. When I shift around I start to hear foot steps. I try to wiggle out of the cuffs before the door opens but its no use. A woman walks through the door with a soft smile on her face.

"Hello, love. Did you sleep well? I made sure to have everything how you like it down to rain sounds. "

I pause and realize there is a sound machine playing rain sounds just like the one I have at home.

The lady continues " I hope the cuffs weren't to tight, once we get you your ankle bracelet we won't have to fiddle with those things. "

I stare at her for a moment before asking where I was and how I got here. Some how very calm about the matter.

"Oh that's right you wouldn't remember. Well this is your home, not just this room of course you're free to explore the whole house once your ankle bracelet comes in. For now you stay here; but don't worry I'll keep you company. As for how you got here well you were at your old home and I put something in your glass of water to make you extra sleepy. Sorry it was just a formality and I won't do it again. "

As she talked the panic began to set in. I ask her why she did this.

With a smile she begins to play with my hair. "I love you, for a long time now. I know you don't remember but I used to see you after middle school walking to your house. I think the first time I saw you I knew this was it. As the years went by you confirmed to me that this is it. Watching your highs and lows have been truly beautiful. I knew I must have you in my life but, I don't want to share you anymore. You know you sleep beautifully, I mean I've seen it before but this is my first time seeing you sleep up close and personal. What were you dreaming about? "

I can't even take it all in, this lady I've never seen before is making all these claims and I'm strapped to her bed. I then look down to see I'm in pink lace lingerie. I freeze and she notices.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd look lovely in these and you do honestly. " she says as she drags a hand up my body.

"Your just so pretty. " she says as she leans in and begins to kiss my neck. At this I snap at her to stop and to uncuff me. She sighs and begins to nibble on my skin.

"Bear with me love, I must learn your body. " I shake my head as she shows no signs of stopping. I tell her someone is looking for me. "And may they never find our home" she breathes into my skin like hymn. She then moves on from my neck to my shoulders leaving long kisses on them. She then begins to trace my collar bone with her finger ever so gently. Upon tracing it she moves here mouth to the top of my chest. In to my skin she whispers "Allow me to take my time little dove, I want to savior this for both of us".

I try to pull away as she sucks dark marks into my skin ending the ministration with a small kiss. For a moment she leans off of me to admire her work. She let's out a moan as she looks. " Your breath taking. I've had only a little and I crave more. " I begin to lightly sob as she takes a nipple in her mouth sucking it through the lace. It feels disgustingly good. Everything in me is screaming to reject the pleasure, but my body won't listen. I let out a soft moan causing her to stop and look up at me.

"Little dove. " she says as she begins to kiss me on the mouth despite me backing away from it. She continues until a headbutt her mid kiss. She grips her head, but it seems my resistance only spures her on more. As she cups my face with her hands this time and she takes another kiss. And then she goes back to nipples this time nibbling at the other. She then looks up at me as she sucks the already sensitive bud. I accidentally let out a whine as it's just too sensitive.

Which sends a shiver down her spine. She lowers her head to my stomach before continuing to kiss it and litter the skin with little marks. She then traces the more sensitive skin with her tongue. As she goes lower I feel something hot grow in the pit my stomach. Especially as she gets to where my pelvis and my stomach meet. Nibbling on the line between the two. Unexpectedly she then moves over to the top part of my thighs. The bit of pudge that peeks over the lace stocking. Before going on she looks up at me again.

"Your delicious my love, I don't know how I have claimed to live before I tasted your skin. " after she sinks her teeth in to the pudge a action that causes me to yelp as its unlike every thing she did before. Of course she watches me as she does the same thing to the other side. As she released the meat from her teeth she then uses them to bite the edge of stocking before pulling them down and off. She does the same to the other side before returning to the first and laying a kiss on the knee she then bites around on the lower part of my thigh take her time to leave more dark marks. She ends it by laying several light kisses on my ankle. Before for repeating the same action on the other leg as she presses the last kiss into my ankle she breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry dove, I don't mean to be a tease I've just been dreaming of this for so long. Longer than you could know. " she says placing her head near my crotch as I shift away. She simply holds my hips before placing a kiss on my clothed pussy. She then begins to suck and lick through the panties. All while starring at me watching every quiver and gasp. She begins to pay attention more to my clit as I whine and with shaking hands she removes the panties and just stares at my cunt for a minute or two. I hear her moans the words "fucking gorgeous".

Before ducking back down and tasting me from the source. I feel as she moans against me and grinds into my legs as she takes my clit into her mouth causing me to shake and shrink away. "Don't, run away from me baby. Hear me, never again. " she says eyes very serious. She then leans in and starts slowly pressing her tongue into me. Rubbing my clit as she does. She then holds my thighs as she goes deeper, fucking me on her tongue. She eats me out with focus and dedication for what feels like hours before pressing a finger in along with her tongue. The two move in sync as she loosen me before adding another finger and after time another. Until I'm crying on 3 of her fingers and a tongue.

She then pulls out and grabs something from the night stand. I look as she pulls down her pants to reveal a throbbing cock. She then squirts some lube onto it and my cunt before pumping it in her hand. There is absolutely no way she wants me to take all that. But as I look in disbelief she lines her cock up with my cunt but before she presses in. I say wait what about protection. She looks up at me with a soft smile "It's okay, I'm the only one that's going to be taking you for now on so we don't have to worry about that. "but before I can exclaim that it's not okay she sinks in.

With a breathy "Fuck" and fuck is right her cock is thick and just keeps going as she sinks into me as I whine and squirm. It takes a minute before our pelvises kiss but as they do she let's out long and loud whine. And I just stare at her, she fucking came inside of me, she came inside of me with no protection. What if I ... I begin to really sob as that thought crossed my mind. She on the other hand is still with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry love, it's just been so long. But don't worry I can keep going. " she says before sliding out and slamming back in. Causing my head to fall back. "See, I can give you pleasure too." She says voice still breathy as she pounds into me. The room begins to fill with the filthy noise and whines. I want to run away but theres nowhere to go. I just have to lye their and take it as she fucks her cum back into me with haste. She continues to thrust as she sucks more marks onto my neck and under my jaw. Then the worst begins as I feel my body try to tense up. Absolutely not, I tell myself but she seems to notice as she begins fucking speeding up and rubbing my clit. "Good ahead cum for me love, make a pretty mess of yourself. " I shake my head in refusal. This is not about to happen I'm not going to cum on her cock I refuse.

"Baby please stop being so stubborn, just do it it'll feel so good. " I keep starving it off despite her words until she wraps her mouth around my clit while still pounding . Sending me tumbling over the edge hard without out any way to catch myself. I close my eyes hard and begin to shake. It feels like an eternity and when I finally am able to open my eyes I hear a low ringing and my body is still tingling as she is still fucking me through it before cuming again even deeper this time. I feel tears continue to roll down my cheeks as she pulls out and her cum drips down my legs. As I stare at the ceiling completely stund I hear her whisper

"Welcome home, little dove! "

[lexthenonbinary]

lil spicy hc's for sdj

literally 18+, any and all blogs that's ageless DNI otherwise you'll be blocked. Any minors DNI.

so with all that out of the way, here's my personal thought process for the dang man. also this is going to be gn for everyone to enjoy. and try to censor myself as much as possible so i don't get clocked by tumblr lol...also added is that i only recently got into this game and that i don't know everything so im sorry if there's a lot of things that aren't really good listed...thank you <333

-of course if you played the extended demo, you know he loves to praise mc, right? Oh man now can you just imagine the power he has??? Mr. Jack will use that for basically anything like to condition mc to go back to him...sort of like pavlov's experiment.

-now, if you uno reverse poor jackie boy...the outcomes is without fail, so good. he'd be all flush and whiney, immediately just do everything he can just to be told he's good. he's not above groveling. just to hear mc call him "good boy" makes him into a puddle of jello.

-now putting into perspective of joseph/jack...one's weakness doesn't go away when they transform. the weakness is the filthiest sloppy toppy mc can give. it doesn't even have to be that good, pretty sure especially jack would just love seeing how excited mc is to give it...he's about to blow no matter what...

-he loves giving head, favorite thing ever to do. sure he can stick it in...but why would he do that when he can give mc the best head they've ever had in their life??? he has to make mc nut (i hate how i have to use that) at least, like 2-3x before he even Considers helping himself. what a gentleman.

-is 100% okay with letting mc top. proper equipment or bought equipment, doesn't matter, he would be so proud of mc. the entire time he's getting absolutely demolished and ravaged by mc, he's still praising them, telling how good they feel, and how good they are to him.

-obviously we've seen how he tops, how he absolutely loves tearing mc apart and putting them back together again...he just adores watching mc's face as they get closer and closer to the edge. the best pleasure for him is to see mc getting the pleasure they deserve

-most def a tease. he always wants to please mc, don't get him wrong. but also he loves how borderline delirious he's made mc, making them work hard and 'earn it'...of course his rewards is so delicious.

-now if mc would flip the table on him...he'd be putty in their hands...and he would be pouting the entire time. being unable to do anything but just sweetly beg for some release off his c*ck...

-if mc says anything about how big he is...it's a wrap. jack is not egotistical in the slightest, but he will no forget what mc said. will be thinking about it Forever

-we all know the premise of the game, he's so possessive it's safe to assume he'd leave Marks all over mc's body. only stops putting it in visible places when mc complains how many times parents scolded them for leaving the apartment like that

Here's a bit softer hc's i think:

-loves when mc and him laugh during s*x...it makes him so elated that even when mc is asleep, he replays the memory in his head over and over again

-he's been locked in that tape for so long...of course he's touch starved. this man Yearns for any form of affection.

-genuinely loves to get to know mc, their favorite music, and pictures, and just everything, it makes him so happy to know everything about mc

-going back to about how he wants so much affection and attention...literally is the epitome of when someone says "i want to crawl into their skin, that's the only way i can be close enough"...yea that's him. cannot stand being without mc's touch for a second.

-loves when mc does small...nothings. like simple things that most people would just skip over. take for granted...not him, not jack. jack would worship everything that mc does.

last one:

-jack/joseph love fat mc. like big belly, smaller belly, whatever. apron belly? muffin top? they eat that shit up daily. chef's kiss thank you for coming to my ted talk

[charliesgoodboy]

Tom aftercare please 🥹?

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♠︎tom kaulitz(2009) x male reader(sfw)

♠︎genre: fluff, mentioned smut

♠︎warning(s): domtop tom, aftercare, bathing, normal human decency, reader straight up passed out, reader doesn't like tap because i don't like tap, tom isn't naked till later btw he has sweat pants on

♠︎a/n: UGH IM SO HAPPY TO WRITE THIS RN

sex with tom was surely enjoyable, everyone knew that even the girls who hadn't had the chance to be with him in that way just yet. now aftercare was a bit different, usually if you were a one night fling you'd most likely get some type of care from him he wouldn't just leave you.

though with tom, he truly loved you and no one besides his brother knew. not even you knew about him being smitten. with every night, you thought this was just how he was with everyone but no, quite the opposite.

"do you need help sitting up?" he stood at the edge of the bed as you had just opened your eyes, though barely being able to understand what he was talking about.

"no, i'm fine." he shook his head sitting you up, and checking for any marks or bruises that seemed like he accidentally went to far, which he rarely ever did at all but if he did he would always make sure to care for you extra.

"don't say that let me see your hips for a moment." his voice was lower and softer this time, this is what you really loved about tom as well. you slid the covers off a small bit, showing your hips that were only lightly smudged with bruises.

"shit.." he traced over the marks with his fingers, they didn't hurt at all so there was nothing to worry about. still, other than that there will still bite marks, and hickeys that dragged on all over your body.

"tom, you always worry about marks right there it doesn't even hurt." you rubbed his shoulder, laughing as his fingers tickled your sides a little. "stay here," he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead walking away out of the room, heading to the hotels bathroom,

and pulling out some pain pills then heading to a cabinet getting a glass cup filling it with tap. "i know you hate tap but here, open." you opened your mouth like he said as he popped the pill in handing you the glass cup.

you put the glass to your lips swallowing the water along with the pill. "i'll be right back again." "tom, i–" you tried to tell him you didn't need all of this, you thought how could he do this with every girl for only one night? at first he had even offered to pay you, you didn't take it but he snuck it in sooner or later.

he set foot in the bathroom again, starting the bath up just for you maybe him as well though. he came back once again, it was kind of cute watching him go back and forth for you. "alright, 'cmere." he bent down in front of you back first. seeming like he wanted to carry you, you put your arms foward around his neck,

and your legs that had been pins and needles dangles around his sides as he hoisted you up. "tom is this really necessary?" he made a 'mhm' sound as he carried you to the bathroom sitting you on the toilet, then going to stop the faucet as the tub had been filled with hot water.

"tom, i think i can walk to the bath tub myself." you said amusingly lifting your eye brow, getting up but tom still grabbing your hand. "yeah i know, still." he lead you to the tub only letting go when you had fully settled your body in.

"bath, or just relaxing?" you used your finger bending it a couple of times to signal him to come in with you. "relaxing is fine, stay in here with me though." he smiled, such a sweet smile of his too. he slipped the sweat pants he wore off, setting himself in the tub with you as well,

wrapping his arms tightly around you and tracing shapes and lines over your stomach and placing a kiss or two on your jawline. sure, he'd sleep with a lot of people you being one of them.

but he was in love with you, and that's all that mattered.

im kinda tearin up @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @secretivemessenger @esthxio @vyloy @lostsomewhereinthegarden @reallyromealone @bloodyfennec @kitsune-yuhhh ummm im missing someone but do i care rn?

no😀

[jediskywalkerblog]

Hey! Can I request some Ani Valentine's Day, please? Something a little spicy and a little fluffy with his padawan or close knight gal pal?❤️

Many Thanks ❤️

OMG love this request, happy valentines my lovelies🥹❤️ Request written for @thesassypadawan <33

valentines mornings

A/N: this contains a whole lot of fluff and some smut. Minors DNI.

The lights shining through the tiny gap in the curtains awakens you from your peaceful sleep. You’re wrapped in your favourite pair of muscly arms. Nothing beats this feeling. You roll over as silently as possible until you’re facing his beautiful face. You just love the way he looks when he’s sleeping; completely relaxed with not a care in the world, the way his curls drop down his forehead, the way his lips just look so inviting to you. This is what you’d always dreamed of.

“Liking the view?” He whispers in his deep morning voice before you reach up to move some hair off of his forehead.

“Yes I am actually” you tease as he pulls you closer into his tight embrace. A feeling that always makes you feel so safe.

“Happy valentines beautiful" he says before planting a light kiss on your forehead, making you blush.

“Happy valentines ani” you say looking up at him to reveal his ocean blue eyes looking down at you.

“You look so beautiful in the mornings” he says as he plays with your hair. You don’t think you look particularly attractive in the mornings but Ani thinks the opposite.

“Thanks Ani, so do you” you say before reaching up to plant a kiss on his soft lips. “I’m going to get you something!” You say before leaping out of bed. You just can’t wait to give him his valentines gift…

“I’ll be right here baby.” He says as he sits up in bed revealing his toned abs and chest…

“Here” you say as you sit back down on the bed in front of him, handing him the little red bag. As he opens his gift his face lights up. He pulls out the little necklace you bought him with your name engraved on it. He loves the little things.

“I love it beautiful, thank you” he says before planting a kiss onto your plump lips. He leans over to his bedside table and hands you a tiny box.

“It’s only something small (y/n), I hope you like it” he says as you slowly open it. The tiny box reveals a shiny little band ring. “I made it myself” he says as he takes it off you and slips it onto your finger. “It’s so I’m always with you, no matter how far away I am” he says as he grabs your hand.

“Oh I love you Ani” you say as you begin kissing him and straddling his lap… every kiss gets more lustfull and deeper as he grabs onto your hips and you begin to grind on his lap. You can feel his cock bulging out of his joggers. You need him. You need him now.

“Ani” you moan.

“Shh baby, let me take care of care of you” he says putting his finger up to your lips before he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top of you.

He pulls up your oversized tee, which you stole out of his wardrobe, revealing your red lace thong.

“My favourite” he says as he plants little kisses down your belly until he gets to your soaking panties where he pulls them down and off with his teeth.

“Ani, I need you now” you moan as he slips his joggers off revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

“Don’t worry baby, I need you too” he says just before he slips his cock into your tight walls. “Fuck that pussy is so good. All mine” He moans as he begins to speed up and stretch you out.

“Fuck ani” you moan as you dig your nails into his back. You just know they’ll leave a mark for later.

With every thrust getting faster and harder you can feel yourself getting close.

“Ani, I’m gonna cum” you scream as he pounds you, hitting your sweet spot in all the right places.

“Cum for me baby” he says as he looks down at you with those beautiful blue eyes… that’s enough to send you over the edge. Suddenly, you’re releasing your climax onto his cock causing you to scream and shake at the same time.

“That’s it baby” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Cum Ani, I want you to cum in my pussy” you moan as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. He’s close. Before he can respond to you, he’s filling your pussy up with his cum as he moans into your neck.

He pulls you onto his chest as he lays down next to you.

“The best valentines morning ever” you whisper as you draw imaginary shapes on his abs.

“I love you (y/n)” Anakin says before planting a kiss on your lips.

Omg I loved writing this! The smut and fluff combo was just 🤝🏼… I’m still taking requests so send via the ask button! <33 - @jediskywalkerblog 🚀✨🛸

[starryluce]

Prettiest

Alpha! Logan Howlett x Omega! reader

warning- vaginal sex, breeding kink, oral (female receiving)

words-700+

summary- Logan avoids the reader because of his BIG little problem

"Logan," you said, knocking on his door. Something felt wrong; his smell was off. His behavior was off. He had barely spoken to you all day. Opting to stay in your shared room, locking you out of it.

"Logan, please let me in," you sighed, hearing his footsteps before the door creaked open to reveal a very sweaty and distressed-looking Wolverine. "You need to leave y/n," he suggested; no. he demanded it. You don't listen, pushing your way into your room, cupping his cheeks.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" you worried. He felt like he was running a fever. "You have to leave; I need to be alone," he managed to get out. "Logan, what are you talking about?"

"I started my rut."

"Your rut? Why didn't you just tell me? I've always helped you with it."

"Don't want to hurt you. Last time you had bruises and bite marks all over you. Won't hurt you again mega'. Will never forgive myself for it." He said gently; Logan has always been gentle with you. Doing his best not to hurt you, putting your comfort before his. Occasionally you did end up with some bruises and/or bite marks when he got carried away because of his rut.

"Alpha... you didn't hurt me. Was just a couple of small bruises, and you took good care of me after," you say, running your thumbs up and down his cheek.

"Let me help you, Lo. Want to help you. You always make me feel so good. Please make me feel good," His head perked up, his Alpha instinct kicking in to please him and his mate. Wasting no time he is grabbing your thighs to lift you. "I love you 'mega. Always have, always will." you smiled at his words, kissing him.

The kiss quickly turned heated, and before you knew it, your clothes were gone, your back resting on the headboard while your alphas head was in between your legs. His tongue is licking the length of your slit. His tongue swirled around your clit, making you moan in pleasure.

Your hands found themselves in his hair, pushing his head deeper into your core, his tongue pushing itself inside you. Logan pressed his thumb to your clit, your walls clenching as you came. Logan pulled away; your juices spread over his face and facial hair. "Always taste so good mega'" you whined at his words, pushing his head down for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Gonna breed you now..." you nod in response. The tip of his cock was angry and red, dripping with pre-cum. Even when he was in rut, he put your needs before his, no matter how much it hurt him. His thick cock hit your slit a few times before the tip finally entered. "Mmm-ah," you whine as your alpha fills you as much as he can. Your walls stretch around him, making you feel full.

"Gonna fill you with my pups," he grunted, and your cunt squeezed his cock even more. "You want my pups, huh?" you could practically feel him smirk. Logan moves your legs above his shoulders, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His hand moved to play with your breast, squeezing them and pinching your nipple. "Gonna be swollen with milk soon," he smiled at his words.

"Gonna make you a mommy... I'm gonna be a daddy," he said, pounding you harder than before, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly.

"Look at you. So pretty. I have the prettiest mate. Gonna have such pretty pups." He panted in your ear; you could feel a tingling in your toes. Cum shooting out his cock, deep into you. His knot swells and locks you both in place, ensuring you and his cum can't go anywhere. Logan brushed the hair out of your face and brushed your tears away.

"Hurts," you whisper; Logan gives a sympathetic look. "So sorry 'mega. It'll be over soon." he whispers back, giving you kisses all over your face and making you smile.

His knot eventually deflates enough to pull out. Logan smiles ear to ear, crawling on top of you to give you a big kiss. "Love you so much, darlin'" he gives you another kiss. He pulls back from you, his cock still red and leaking cum.

"Ready for round two?" you asked him, smiling. The Wolverine pounces on you, rolling the two of you over, so you're on top.

"Claim your cock, mega'"

[starlitmark]

Pairing: literature major!Mark x science major fem!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, college au Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of academics, language, a little crying, two kisses Word Count: 2,119 Note: for @moonctzeny​ Merry Christmas, my dear!! I hope you’re having an absolutely phenomenal day <3 thanks to @kthpurplesyou and @daeeun-toikiii for proof/beta reading (I’ll cite all the poems used in this story at the very end) 

I know we're only friends, but as we grew closer and I got to see all the small things there is to love about you, I could feel myself falling for you. I love the way you smile when you see me, and I love the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. I love the way your eyes sparkle, and I love the little thoughts you let me in on, as the night turns to dawn. - BGT

“I have another poem for you!”

Your best friend bursts through your apartment door as he speaks. You’d just been studying for the hell that is your Biological Chemistry course. So naturally, Mark scared the shit out of you. Since starting his romantic literature course this semester, he’s been reading random poems to you. Every time you find them either too romanticized or too dramatic, Mark rants about how it’s meant to be that way.

“You could’ve warned me! I’m studying Krebs cycle right now… can you come back to me in, like… a day or two. This shit has me going insane.” you whine.

“How about a break while I read you this.” he offers.

“Fine. Hit me.” you sigh, leaning back in your chair.

He pulls a small, leather-bound book out of his bag. It has a plain cover, something you assume is an artistic choice made by the author. Mark clears his throat as he looks at you and you nod, letting him know you're ready.

“You and I are like the tributaries of a river. We look alike, flow differently, and yet together, complete each other.” he starts, “You add to my strength, and together, we strengthen our growth. You’re my best friend in the truest form, and together, we shine in the brightest form.”

His eyes meet yours again, and he smiles brightly, waiting for your analysis. You’re deep in thought. It’s been a few times since he’s read a poem to you that makes you think a little deeper. You aren’t sure if the poem is meant to be inherently romantic or platonic. In all honesty, maybe you’re listening to it wrong.

“It sounds platonic.” you state frankly.

“Not all love is romantic..” he says as if it’s common sense.

“I know that! I just was expecting a direct romance in a sense it’s typically put.”

“Romantic literature is always relationships… it’s romanticized writing…”

“Mark, we both know I’ll never understand that shit. There’s a reason I’m a biomedical major.”

He laughs lightly and closes the book again before putting it away. Mark takes it upon himself to dig through your kitchen to find something to eat. You’re far from bothered by it. It makes you happy that he’s comfortable enough to be at home here. You pull your textbook back into your lap, hoping to get at least a little more studying before Mark inevitably drags you out of the apartment. As you look at the page, you know you won’t be able to force any more knowledge into your brain, not right now, at least. You toss the textbook onto the table in front of you. It makes a loud thud as it lands. Mark lets out a slight noise of surprise when it happens, making you giggle. No matter how long you’ve been friends, you’ll always adore his little habits and quirks.

It was cold out. Unnaturally cold for where you are. Even with a heavier coat, gloves, and a hat, you feel like you’ll shiver enough not to need a workout later in the week. You keep questioning yourself for leaving your home when there was no real reason to. The whole reason you’re outside is purely because Mark wanted you to come over and hang out. He said something about studying together despite not sharing any courses. You’ve always caved when it comes to Mark, though. You’ve never been able to pinpoint what it is, but you just can’t tell him no about most things. Being around him helps you think more clearly. You’ll never be able to describe how it helps in words, but it really does. Mark’s apartment complex isn’t far from yours, but with the weather, it feels far away. When you get into Mark’s apartment, you make a b-line for the spare bedroom to grab any possible blankets to wrap yourself up in. You stop dead in your tracks when you hear Mark on the phone. Something tells you that you should not hear the conversation. You find yourself listening in still.

“How am I meant to get her attention, though?” Mark whines, “Hyuck, listen to me! I don’t know how to tell her I’m in love with her, okay? I’ve been friends with her for too long to risk losing her– No! This is different! I’d rather have a shitty unrequited crush than not have her in my life at all.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t know who he’s talking about, but part of you wants him to be talking about you. You decided it was best to act as if you had never heard it and announce your presence as if you had just arrived. Mark quickly hangs up the call and steps out of his room. He gives you a tight smile but still wraps you up in a hug.

“Did you happen to hear any of that call I just had?”

“No,” you lie, “why was it someone special?” you poke.

“I don’t think Donghyuck constitutes someone special.” he laughs, “Anything, in particular, you need to study today?”

“Abnormal psych… I still don’t know why they’re making me take it if I’m a biomedical science major.”

“Um… the brain controls everything?”

“I know that, Mark! But do I really need to know disorders of the brain?”

Mark just shakes his head at you before making his way out to the living area. He commented that he’d be working on a creative assignment for his romantic literature course. Something about having to write a romanticized poem of his own. You make yourself comfortable next to Mark, your head resting against the couch while you listen to the podcast your professor assigned you to listen to. As you listen, you start to understand why it’s so important that you took this class. Maybe your professor heard you whining about it not pertaining to your major and found this to listen to. You can’t entirely focus, though. Mark keeps sighing dramatically and shifting next to you. You look over and see his eyebrows furrowed together in thought and softly mumbling a few words to himself every few moments.

“Writer’s block?”

“You could say that…” he says while gnawing on the end of his pen.

“Stop that!” you chastise, pulling the pen away from his mouth, “You don’t know how many germs are on that thing, and then-”

He chuckles, “You’re cute when you’re concerned about me.”

You look away, “What do you mean by that? Of course, I’m going to worry about you! You don’t know how to properly cook anything, let alone have a stable sleep schedule!”

“I don’t mean a thing,” he muses, “mind listening to a few inspiration poems I have?”

You nod.

“Can you hear my heart? Oh, but I can tell! We are twin stars with different births. My caring shadow– It has your face. The voice of my soul knows your name. Tell me, can you hear my heart? Oh! How I love you, my best friend.”

You hum, “Sweet, but it seems vague in some way. Don’t ask me how. I won’t be able to describe it.” You stand up and enter his kitchen to find some snacks. “Continue, though!”

“What’s a friendship, my love? It’s when you promise me your company and keep your promise. It’s when we joke about each other and laugh at ourselves. It’s when we know we’re not perfect and accept each other as we are. It’s when we value each other’s friendship above all else.”

You hear his words, and suddenly your heart starts beating faster. Something feels different about the atmosphere of his apartment. It’s warm and comfortable, but something has definitely shifted. You don’t hear him talking, and part of you is scared to respond to the poem he was just reading.

“Hey, you okay?” you hear him call.

“Y-yeah, um, that one was adorable, actually.” your voice comes out slightly shaky.

“Is that your whole analysis? No gripes?”

“Nope!” you insist, “What’s the next one?”

Mark walks into the kitchen and sees you standing there, staring blankly into one of the cabinets. He chuckles and reaches for your hand on the counter.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem out of it.”

You look over at him and immediately meet his eyes, “What’s the next poem you have?”

He knows you’re avoiding his question, but he opens the small leatherbound book again, “I love you more than just a friend. Although this may be wrong, my feelings that I have for you are real and true and strong.” he stops, letting out a shaky breath before continuing, “I won’t deny the love I have. I cannot tell a lie. I’ve loved you since we met, the days that followed by; I love you still I think of you each passing of each day. I yearn to be with you again, to tell you it’s okay. I love you more than a friend, and we may never be together walking hand in hand-” he cuts himself off again with a choked noise, “Just you, your love, and me.”

Again you can’t meet his eyes, you can feel his boring into you, but you just can’t. You’re scared. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and your mind is running a mile a minute with a million different ideas. Mark reaches for your hand again and squeezes it. When he calls your name, you nervously look over at him. His eyes are wet, nearly about to spill over with tears. He looks just as scared as you are. Neither of you talks for a few moments. You just hold eye contact and hope the other speaks first.

“Do you want to know something?” he speaks softly.

“Hmm?”

“Those last two… aren’t assigned readings.”

“Mark?” you question.

“I wrote those last two…” he admits, “I didn’t know how to tell you and-”

“Mark,” you stop him from rambling, “you wrote those about me?”

He nods, and you feel warmth burst through your chest like fireworks. A few tears fall from your eyes unexpectedly from sheer happiness. Mark searches your eyes, trying to figure out what to say next. He opens and closes his mouth a few times with the hopes of words coming out, even though they never do. You can’t think of any word, either. The only thing your can think to do is lean forward and press your lips against his. Mark squeaks out a small surprised noise but quickly accepts your actions. This was absolutely not how you were expecting to spend your day. You wouldn’t have changed a single thing if you could, though. Mark has always been your home. Some people have a place or an item as their home. Yours is a person, though, a person who’s been there for you through everything, someone who you know will always support you no matter how crazy you sound. Standing here in the middle of Mark’s kitchen, kissing him for the first time, feels like home more than anything else. You had no idea your home could feel more comfortable, yet here you are. When you pull away, Mark immediately bursts into a smile and wraps his arms tight around you. You laugh lightly and reciprocate the hug.

“You wanna know something else?” he laughs.

“Sure.” you smile brightly.

“I wrote another one.”

“Tell me.” you request in a dreamy tone.

“As I think of our friendship, I begin to see mere words can’t describe what you mean to me. When this cold, hard world has me lonesome and blue, I look up to see my angel, my sweet angel, you. You dry the tears that fall from my eyes. You bring me sunshine to brighten my sky. You rescue me when I’m scared and alone, and take my hand to lead me home. No matter the miles that keep us apart, we’re always together in each other’s hearts. Sometimes we take for granted, I fear, the ones who are so close and dear. We get so caught up in life and the things we must do. Sometimes we forget to stop and say I love you. If ever you felt I forgot or didn’t care, let me stop right now; my true feeling I’ll share. You’re the sun in my sky, the bed where I lie. You’re the home where I’m safe, the field where I play. You’re everything I am, everything I do. So, what I am saying is–” he pauses and places a soft peck against your lips, “I love you.”

“Mark Lee, you’re starting to sound like a dramatic poet.” you tease, “I love you too.”

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Poems used (in order of apperance):

You and I by Astuti

Twin Stars by Claire Estevez

Friendship of Love by Peter Stravropoulis

I Love You More Than Just A Friend by Bradley Lester

Our Friendship by Marsha M. Griffith

[coyotestarcraft]

I’d Sacrifice Myself For You Dorks Any Day (Part 2)

Good Omens Imagines

A/N: Sorry it took a while, but it’s finally done! It’s extra long because why not?

Warnings: Cussing, Blood, Injuries, panic attack.

Part 1

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After being discharged from the hospital, you went home to recover.

“Easy love, the couch isn’t going anywhere.” Crowley chuckled at how fast you wanted to go inside and rest.

“He’s right.” The angel smiles.

“Sorry, I just wanna sleep.” Your eyes are drooping already and the boys are concerned you might not make to Crowley’s flat, so instead the demon picks you carrying you all the way up so you don’t hurt yourself.

“Baby goat, you gotta take your medicine before you sleep.” Crowley said, you groaned but took it anyway when it was handed to you.

“Sleep well my love.” Aziraphale softly kissed your cheek as sleep took over.

*Dream*

Shax had come to kill you for meddling with Aziraphale and Crowley.

But you weren’t going to let her just take them away without a fight, the boys tried telling you not to fight her but in the end it wouldn’t matter, your temper was off the charts to be stopped now.

*After Fighting (cause I’m too lazy to write it, sorry)*

You stood on wobbly legs, facing Shax as she stood in front of you with her hands covered in your own blood.

Your face was covered in blood from when she slashed your eye leaving three angry marks dripping in blood, as many cuts and bruises littered your body as well.

“You foolish human, you’ll never amount to anything ever, your just a waste of space.” She snarled with a smirk breaking out on her face.

“FUCK YOU!” You screamed.

She gave you one last chance to surrender but you weren’t losing anyone else, in a desperate attempt to save the boys you lunged at Shax, knocking her off the bridge into the water for her to rot.

The last you heard before passing out “Y/N! Hold on love we’re coming!”

“y/n…” a voice called from somewhere unknown.

“Y/n…”

“Y/N love wake up!” Azira’s voice finally filtered through just enough to startle you awake.

You shot up from your spot on the couch, a loud gasp erupted from you, soon deep, fast breaths left you, a panic attack was happening.

“My love, look at me, it’s okay, your safe.” Aziraphale tried to hug you but it only made you panic more, you flinched at the thought of even being close to anyone.

“Sweetheart, I know your scared, it’s okay, take some deep breaths for me.” Crowley was never this soft, not even with Aziraphale but in the current moment he didn’t care, all he wanted was for you to feel safe and loved.

“I-I c-can’t! I-I cant b-breathe!” You whimper out unable to take in any air, 10 seconds passed until your throat finally starts to open, you gasp for air as you accidentally squeeze your wrists too tight.

“I’m taking your hands so you don’t hurt yourself okay?” Crowley says, you give a shaky nod, slowly taking in air.

“Your doing amazing love, take some more deep slow breaths for me.” The angel smiled, his hand gently moving up and down your back soothingly.

You leaned forward to put your head in the crook of Crowley’s neck, you hiccup as you start to calm down, “there you go baby, we’ve got you.” He cooed.

A few minutes passed when they both heard soft snores coming from you.

Crowley gently layed you down on the couch, covering you back up with the blanket you were snuggling with. “Sleep love, we’re here and we aren’t leaving.” Aziraphale cooed as he kissed your temple.

You slept peacefully with your head in Crowley’s lap, he eventually moved you to be more comfortable so he could help Aziraphale cook dinner.

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A soft hand carded through your hair as you slept.

Crowley cooed until you started to wake up making the cutest noises he’s ever heard, course he’d never admit it out loud.

“There’s my sweetheart, it’s dinner time love.” He smiled as you peeled open your eyes letting out a small yawn.

“What’s cooking?” You asked as you threw the blanket off you and stretched.

“Chicken Parmesan with a salad.” The angel responded from the kitchen.

“Sounds good, I’m so hungry.” You smile as Aziraphale sets a plate down in front of you.

You take a bite and instantly melt in your seat, it’s been at least a week since you had a real home cooked meal. “It’s good I assume?” The angel smiles.

“Mhm, very good, thank you for dinner.” You smile back at your angel, he came over to kiss your cheek lovingly before digging into his own plate.

A while later you are snuggled between the boys watching a movie.

Soon after you fell asleep, Aziraphale carried you to bed with Crowley close behind.

They both tucked you into bed as snug as a bug in a rug.

“Goodnight my love.” Aziraphale kissed your forehead before wishing Crowley goodnight.

“G’ night sweetheart, night angel.” The demon responded back as both celestial beings let their wings out to wrap around you.

Recovery was always comfortable if it meant two celestial beings were by your side.

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Thank you for reading!

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[athleticbelly]

You were once an athlete. Not the best one in your school, but your physique definitely portrayed you as one. Lean muscle, strong legs, and endurance to match. You ate a lot to keep up with that physical activity.

Then you went to college. Classes took priority and your diet never changed. Not by much. Some of the healthier meals were replaced with hot pockets and ramen. You tried to work out, but your physical activity diminished when your friend group grew. You spent so much time socializing and enjoying the company of friends that it was only a matter of time until that waistline stopped being so trim. Pants a little tighter, shirts lifting up a bit more, underwear cutting in a little to uncomfortably. It was only when you hit your second year that you realized you had been gaining weight.

Once it started to warm up for spring and you started putting on your tank top you noticed how difficult it was to bring below your navel. That soft mound of flesh that is starting to hide your feet is in the way. A prod here, a grab there, and you realize you have really put on some weight. Yes the panic sets in and you started to think on ways to lose it, but you had an appearance to maintain with your friends. So you bailed on spring break to try and workout. That's when you met me.

Of course I was also trying to lose weight and build an athletic figure, but you showed up and blew me away. I was a little chubby with a small potbelly and thicker thighs, but you definitely had me outclassed by 30+ pounds. Your belly hung over your belt buckle. Your developing second chin was almost prominent. You breathed so heavily that I felt mine leave me because you took my breath away. And I had to have you.

So I introduced myself. We talked and parted ways to other corners of the gym. Eventually, over a few weeks, we got closer and talked more. You lost some weight and so did I. We were both honestly very motivational to each other. You could fit in some of your early college outfits and I could fit into some of my old uniforms.

But I missed how big you were. We started dating and you were so easily molded. We built up such a rapport and you trusted me so much that you didn't realize I was upping your portions. Now, with you going to the gym you did pack on more muscle, but there was equal parts fat to go with it. Your abs forever being hidden by a layer of chub. Your biceps large, but ultimately soft. And that round face stayed round. It was only when one night you brought up that you couldn't seem to lose weight that I decided to lay down the bombshell statement;

"I love you at any size, and I wouldn't mind more of you to love~"

And that's when I had you. You were cautious at first. We talked about it and explained further how I love how fat you were and how you are now, but I did admit I would prefer if you were more fat than fit. And we came to an agreement. If you didn't enjoy being fat in a year's time then I have to help you lose weight. So, I helped you enjoy it!

I baked and cooked all of your meals. Made shakes with whey protein, bananas, and peanut butter to quicken your gains with some added buttermilk to speeden things up. And the amount of fat, sweaty sex that showed my appreciation for the art form that is your body. You grew so fast over the course of half a year. 95+ pounds later and you couldn't see your feet! Your belly rested halfway on your too thick thighs, and not to mention how difficult it was to get you in a chair. You started to long for my cooking and even begged at times for me to feed you. Unfortunately for my own figure I got overzealous and didn't realize you could only handle so much food and drink. So I had to have some of my own. And it made a lot of my outfits too tight. Button up shirts had to always be unbuttoned and I had to resort to stretchy waistbands for all of my pants.

And then the year mark came. You could barely move you were so obese. You forgot about the deal, but I didn't. I reminded you and now here you are. Wondering if you enjoy the state you are in. A nearly immobile monolith of fat.

So how does it feel~? Being a former athlete and now a product of a nurturing partner~

[leviathxn]

“Little Lady to Little Wife”

Part 2 of “Little Girl to Little Lady”

Also I literally just deleted all of my work… so woohooo this is gonna come out later than I wanted it too. Overall not a good day today but I’m making this extra fluffy now to comfort myself

Also (d/n) is (dads/name). Use something generic like John if you have any reason to not put one.

Part 1 is over here!

Dads best friend! Miguel x Younger! Fem! Reader

Warnings: flufffyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Summary : you and Miguel are happy, and things get better

Miguel opened his eyes slowly as the light from the window poured in. He looked down at his arms, seeing you always waking up from the natural light.

“Good morning querida” he says, pulling me gently by the waist to spoon me. He leaves small, sweet kisses on the back on my neck while slowly massaging my waist. He pressed himself into me, sharing his warmth. I smiled.

“Good morning Miggy.” I held his hand on my waist. I sighed happily and closed my eyes again, relishing in the warmth from Miguel. Luckily you were both morning birds so he didn’t have to feel bad about leaving you so soon. As much as he wanted to hold me and stay there for hours, that came with the risk of my dad coming in. There was a knock on the door. Miguel’s and I scrambled without a word. I ran into the bathroom while he put a shirt on and opened the door. My dad smiled at Miguel

“Good-morning! I’m gonna make breakfast for all of us so do you mind going and waking up the girls?” A wave of relief washed over Miguel. It made his life a lot easier since now he didn’t have to help me sneak back into my room.

“Yeah of course (d/n).” My dad smiled again and walked downstairs. I opened the door and walked over to Miguel. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he let his hands rest on my waist. I gently kiss his lips, cherishing ever second of passion. We break and I give him one last big hug, before leaving to go to my room Miguel kissed my forehead. “I love you querida.” I smiled and grabbed his hand.

“I love you too Miggy.” I left for my room, hurrying just in case. I walked in to see Gabriella resting peacefully. I changed my shirt and put on shorts. I was about to wake up Gabriella until I so a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The hickies and bite marks were extremely dark and there was no way you could walk down showing them off casually. I continued to look over myself, remembering last night. I smiled at the thought, remembering how much he did for me. I changed into a turtle neck since it wasn’t too hot outside.

I sat on the bed before gently shaking Gabriella’s shoulder. She groggily sat up rubbing her eyes. She looked around the room before she met my eyes. She lit up as she hugged me. I gave her a few of my old clothes, before helping brush out her hair and braiding it. As we walked down the stairs we talked about our plans for the day.

We joined Miguel and my dad at the table, the eggs, bacon and pancakes still perfectly hot. Me and Gabriella’s mouth watered at the sight as our fathers laughed. We all enjoyed our meal together as we decided to go to the park. As much as my dad wanted to come, he had a bit of work to catch up on in the office. Since he trusted Miguel with his life he let us three go, which was not out of the ordinary.

We made our way to the park, happy to see the swings open. No matter the age, me and Gabriella loved talking on the swings together. It was incredibly relaxing and calmed our nerves. Miguel sat on the bench as me and Gabriella started to swing. I knew that whenever me and Gabriella played that he would watch. I noticed he would stare at me more as I got older. After yesterday I finally knew why.

Losing track of time I noticed Miguel still staring, periodically checking his phone or taking pictures. We had been there for at least 2 hours. It was around 12 o’clock and me and Gabriella finished up our chat, going over to Miguel. I hugged Gabriella and kissed her cheek. Then I gave Miguel a big hug, staying in his arms for a few extra seconds.

“Miggy… when I move out can we tell my dad? I’m thinking of moving next year”. Miguel smiled at me and put his hand on my waist, forgetting that Gabriella was watching.

“Mi amor I’ll probably end up marrying you by that time. Why not just live with us-“

“Marry? As in (Y/N) being my mom? ‘Mi Amor’??” Gabriella asked questions as my face drained. I was so caught up in his physical touch that I forgot she was listening. “(Y/N) would be my mom? Are you already my mom??” She continued to question. Miguel let go of me and put his hand on her head.

“Would you be okay with that? We wouldn’t be able to tell her father for a bit”. Gabriella had as devious smile on her lips. I saw the sweat form on Miguel’s face

“I love keeping secrets like this!”. Miguel stared

“You’ve lied to me?”

“Don’t look at me! (Y/N) started it-“. I covered her mouth and looked at Miguel

“I have NO idea what she’s talking about. I would never influence her like that.” Gabriella moved my hand

“I wouldn’t call it influence. You bribed me”. I laughed nervously looking away. Miguel in shock that I would make Gabriella lie to him. Let alone that I would bribe her too.

“It was nothing ever bad!” I pleaded innocently , not wanting to remember the things I made her lie about. Gabriella pressed her lips together and stared at me before smiling back to Miguel.

“Yeah let’s forget I even mentioned it”. I let out a sigh of relief, Miguel still very confused and concerned decided to question it another time.

“Right… but back to what I was saying. Keep your mouth shut”. Gabriella pretended to zip her mouth and throw the key, saluting Miguel. We laughed as he pulled us in for a hug. I felt like I could fight off anything. It felt so wake with them too. It felt so perfect. As if nothing would ever go wrong.

It had been about a year now. We still had our family nights, me and Miguel having a late night activity every now and then. Me and Gabriella spent even more time together than ever. I was already a mother figure, but now it was enhanced. It was a bit weird to others and I can agree, I was only 5 years older than her but that didn’t change anything for us. And my dad didn’t suspect a thing. Well we thought he didn’t.

We were all having dinner, homemade tacos, thanks to dad! We had our usual conversations. I talked about my plans to move out with Miguel and my dad.

“Mom can you pass me the cheese?” I subconsciously handed it to her while still talking. My dad stared at me with wide eyes. I tilted my head, confused why he seemed so shocked all of a sudden. Until I realized my mistake.

“Mom? I knew you guys were close but not THAT close”. Miguel nervously chuckled as I put my head down. Gabriella looked panicked, sorry for her mistake.

“Well you know how much my daughter loves (Y/N)!” He tried to excuse. My dad continued to stare at Miguel, noticing how quickly he jumped in. He knew Miguel, and he knew he would’ve laughed and asked Gabriella what that was about.

“Miguel…. Are you with my daughter?” My jaw dropped from the shock and Miguel’s eyes widened

“Dad! There’s nothing like that-“

“And if I was? What would you do?” There was silence for the longest time. I tended up, I felt like I’ve as gonna. I was so close to moving out, why couldn’t this happen later?

Until my dad laughed. And it wasn’t just a chuckle he was fully clutching his stomach laughing. Me and Miguel looked shocked.

“I knew it! I knew you were a weirdo! You always looked at (Y/N) weirdly! I so called this”. I blanked. He was acting like this was some bet he had. Miguel looked like a knife stabbed into his head.

“A weirdo? Me?? What are you talking about?” Miguel hadn’t seen my dad like this in a while

“Dad what- are you serious please-“. He cut me off by raising his hand

“What’s the word? A male cougar?” Miguel sighed, knowing where he was going with this.

“A manther?”

“Yes a manther!” He continued to laugh before finally calming down. My nerves were still tight. I was still so confused. My dad looked over to me and smiled.

“Listen (Y/N) I know you’re confused but… if there’s anybody I trust with you it’s Miguel. Sure you’re way younger but… yeah I can’t defend it much but it feels right”. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes. I hugged him while letting them fall. This was the best outcome for my dad finding out. Miguel and Gabriella joined the hug. We stayed there for a bit before Gabriella’s stomach rumbled.

“Sorry I didn’t eat because of the tension”. We all laughed and went back to eating.

“So how long have you guys been together…. Oh nevermind- I don’t want to think about how long you guys have been doing whatever”. Miguel laughed at him and pretended to wipe tears. My dad hated when he did that.

“(D/N) for calling me weirdo you’re pretty dense”. My dad threw a taco shell at Miggy.

“I’m still older than you! I deserve respect”. Me and Gabriella felt the sweat drop. Grown men were acting like children. But again men will be men. We giggled as Gabriella smiled from ear to ear

“Mom! It worked out so well”. I nodded my head, grabbing her hand across the table. I was about to say something else before my dad had accidentally thrown lettuce at me. I felt my blood boil before tossing tomato bits at him

“Cant you let me and Gabriella have a moment!”

I felt the petals fall into my hair and on my dress as me and Miguel ran out of the revenue. My dad had opened the limo door for us as we jumped into it. My dad told us to enjoy ourselves as he would take care of Gabriella that night. It had been 3 years since that dinner night. Miguel grabbed my hand in the car and pulled me into another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He broke the kiss and cusped my cheek.

“A little Lady…. To my perfect little Wife”

Okay sorry for the delay, and if it’s short. I haven’t had any motivation after the original work got deleted so I worked on this quickly

Hope you guys enjoyed!

[lyrarts]

I always loved unicorns as a child. Recently picked up a series I had started when I was still unicorn-obsessed, which it turns out was completed sometime after I grew up. In indulging my inner child I've been reading it, it rekindled my love of unicorns, reminding me of an imaginary friend I had long since abandoned.

Made a fuss over sifting through every listing for a unicorn figure I could find. Became frustrated because, while I love rainbow unicorns too, my Diamond was just plain and simple white. Just your classic unicorn.

No matter. I have at least one friend who has done toy modifications who could probably give me a start on how to prime and repaint one. So I hunted instead for one with the right shape.

I found this. Honestly, Schleich seems to have the best variety in toy unicorns that I can find at the moment.

So I check in with my friend. Don't need to strip the paint, she says. Just use a primer, as on this material it's a safer bet. Unfortunately this means I also am going to have to paint over the glitter, which is going to leave a weird texture behind, but we make do with the resources and skillset we have. I've read that some people, braver than I, will carefully use acetone - very carefully as it will in fact mess up the toy underneath if you aren't careful. But I decided to go the safe route.

At least 3 layers of gesso to cover the mark on the flank. Only one or two to cover the mane and tail because I wanted the shading to shine through.

I didn't even need the other white, aside from using it to mix a light gray for the hooves (all of it up to now is Liquitex - color added with their small mixing set). The horn looked wrong plain white so I mixed up a very pale yellow to go on it.

Much better. And if you don't look too closely you don't notice the glitter texture too much. (Except on the legs where I opted not to paint over them - the gesso matched her base layer so well I decided to save myself some agony.)

But after a few hours I started eyeing one of my other paints. It was made for leather but maybe... just maybe...

I looked it up.

Acrylic based. So it would in fact go just fine over the other layers. It was a bit of a fuss to put on as it's thin and watery and has... well... flecks in it. But you can't see those in bright light. And in the dark...

Welcome home, Diamond. It's been a while.

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 33

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"Are you sure we can stay here? I don't want to bother anyone."

"You won't be bothering anyone, Eleanor. Don't worry."

"Thank you so much for this, Mark. We didn't know where else to go" Declan says.

"Anything for you, guys" Noble replies. 

This had been Declan's great idea: hiding at Rush Green, West Ham's training center. It was a private area with its own security, and they have small apartments for the players to spend the night when needed. It has everything to be the perfect place, even David agreed on it.

"I just hope the paparazzis won't bother the other players when they arrive for training. They will definitely check each car."

"Everything will be under control, don't worry" Noble says, giving me an encouraging smile. "All you have to do now is make yourself at home and check if you need anything, like a toothbrush and things like that. And don't worry about dinner, we'll ask them to bring you something."

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"I'm sorry I got you into this mess. Again" I say to Declan once Noble has left.

"It's ok, don't worry."

"No, it isn't ok. You didn't want any of this, that's why you broke up with me. And now I'm dragging you back into it and when you are having an amazing season. It isn't fair."

"Have you been keeping up with my games?" he smiles.

"Of course I have. But that's not what matters right now."

"Then what is?" Declan asks while putting a lock of hair behind my ear. It is something he would do all the time when we were together, usually without thinking, and that would make me feel all fuzzy inside. This time, it hasn't been any different.

"That I should have gone somewhere else and leave you alone."

"Eleanor, I don't want you to leave me alone."

"What?" I say, meeting his eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, I still love you. It's been almost three years, and I haven't been able to stop loving you. And the fact that the place you chose to hide after running away from your family and your boyfriend, was my parents' house, tells me that you also love me. Well, that, and what happened before our nap" he smiles while caressing my cheek.

"But we... This..."

"I'm ready to give us another chance, Eleanor. I know it is gonna be tough, the toughest thing ever. The press will probably be ruthless when they find out, the fans too. But I know I am ready to fight against it all, I know I want this. Us."

"Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I've thought about it and discuss it with myself and those who know me better than I know myself many times over the years. I've cried, got angry, sad, hopeful… And my final conclusion after all that is that I'm done with being afraid and denying what I feel. That I love you, Eleanor. I love you and I want to be with you. Always and forever."

"Say that again, please."

"Which part?" he chuckles.

"All of it. And my name, you know how much I like that."

"I love you, Eleanor. Always and forever."

"I love you too, Declan" I say before kissing him.

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"And? How was it?"

"It was fine" Declan says, letting himself fall on the sofa next to me.

"I need more details."

"There is a bunch of paps outside. They took photos of everyone arriving, same when they left, but they didn't bother anyone."

"Good. That's good. What did you say to the boys?" I ask.

"That because of what had happened I needed to stay away from all the noise and just focus on training and our next game, that that was the reason why I was staying here. So far they don't know you also are with me."

"Ok..."

"Have you spoken with your parents yet?"

"No, not yet. David called earlier to check in and he said that my dad was still a bit confused with everything that had happened and that my mum seemed ok, just a bit pissed with what is being published."

"Really?" Declan asks. "She isn't angry with you?"

"I already told you, she's on our side."

"I still can't believe it, to be honest" he chuckles . "What about Charles?"

"David hasn't seen him since Christmas Eve, but he apparently is struggling. He... He truly loves me, Declan. He fell in love with me. And I feel so bad for everything I've done. For lying to both him and myself, for making him believe that we could have a future together and..."

"Hey, come here" he says while hugging me.

"He's gonna hate me for the rest of his life" I cry on his shoulder. 

"He won't, he'll understand. It may take him some time but..."

"I hope you are right" I say, hugging him tighter. "He helped me so much when we broke up... I don't know what I would have done without him." 

"You know, I've been so jealous of him... Every time I saw you in the press together I just wanted to punch his stupid pretty face."

"What?" I laugh, moving to look at him.

"He has a very pretty face" Declan smiles.

"So do you."

"But it's different."

"And that's why I love it. I love your blue eyes, how they are a shade I've never seen before. I love how long your eyelashes are, the freckles you get in the summer. I love your lips, especially the lower one, always asking to be bitten. And I love your nose. So special, so unique. Just like you. There is no one like you."

"Did her royal highness just say something cheesy?" he teases me.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Declan Rice."

"I'm pretty sure you have said something cheesy, ma'am."

"I don't do cheesy."

"Don't you?" he asks, arching a brow and starting to tickle me.

"Declan!" I laugh while he pushes me down on the sofa. "Declan, stop!"

"Not until you admit it."

"I... Won't!" 

"Then I'll keep tickling you."

"No, stop!" I laugh.

"Then say it."

"I want to kiss you."

"That's not it, Eleanor" he chuckles, his nose brushy against mine.

"But it is what I want to do right now. I want to kiss you. Maybe do more than just kiss you."

"Eleanor..."

"Did Mason ever tell you about his anniversary with Roberta at Stamford Bridge?"

"Stop changing the topic, Eleanor."

"Did he or not?" I ask while running my fingers up and down the back of his neck.

"He told me they had dinner there."

"Just that?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because after dinner, they did... Something in the changing room."

"You mean... They... Oh wow."

"Yep" I chuckle. "And even though we weren't together when that happened, it is something I've always fantasized about."

"That's interesting. Keep talking" Declan smirks.

"What about me admitting that I was being cheesy?"

"We'll leave that for later. Tell me more about this fantasy of yours."

"Well..." I say, biting my lip. "I've thought about us going to West Ham's changing room once everyone has left, either at the stadium or here."

"And what did we do?"

"You can imagine."

"I cannot, no. Explain it to me."

"Declan..." I say, feeling my cheeks burn.

"Don't go shy on me now" he laughs. "C'mon. Tell me what we did."

"I would sit in your locker while you stood in front of me, naked from the waist down, and I... You know."

"Ok" he laughs again. "And then what?" 

"Then you would kneel in front of me and do to me what I did to you."

"And then? Because I'm sure we did more than that" he whispers.

"Then we went to the showers and... And you can imagine what happened, we've already done something like that."

"Would you like to do it now?"

"What?" I say with a nervous laugh.

"We have Rush Green just for us. We can go to the changing room and do all that and more" Declan says.

"But what if... What if a security guard sees the light on and comes to check who it is?"

"We'll put a sign on the door, something like what they have on hotels."

"You can't be serious."

"I am very serious, Eleanor. Let's go" he says, getting up and offering me his hand.

"How have we gone from me crying on your shoulder, to you telling me you wanted to punch Charles, then me being cheesy, and now to both of us being horny as hell?" I laugh as I also get up and take his hand.

"Wait, did you just admit that you were cheesy?" he smirks.

"Shut up" I say, rolling my eyes.

"I knew I would get what I wanted" Declan smiles. "But to answer your question... We wasted almost three years of our lives being away from each other, so now we have to catch up on the bad moments, the sad moments, and the really good moments."

"You are being too optimistic about being able to be as good as in my fantasies" I tease him.

"Have I ever let you down when we've made any of them a reality?"

"Never."

"And today won't be the day I fail. You'll see" he says while opening the door of our little apartment and giving me that smile able of making my body burst into flames.

[jarondont]

So.

I'm writing a book series that is HEAVILY based off of the French Revolution. It's called The Reign of the Revolution (or TRotR for short). Here's the backstory of my main character, Silas Crow. It also explains how the revolution began. I plan on including this in my first book, so I'd love it if you could read it and give feedback! Thank you :)

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Up until a few weeks ago, our country of Losca was at peace. Or at least, as much peace as you can get with a self-obsessed emperor.

Emperor Endox II had been a horrible ruler ever since about three years ago—shortly after his twenty-eighth birthday, when he killed his father to get the throne for himself, and with him, his mother, since she tried to protect him. Everyone put up with him at first, since we knew how dangerous he was. But then things started getting out of hand.

A few months ago, news spread throughout Losca that Endox’s wife, Meralina, had been brutally murdered by him after they had an argument about matters regarding their son, Prince Faelen. What matters, no one knew. In fact, rumor had it that the man who told this story in the first place was never seen nor heard from again.

Endox only grew more unfair and selfish since then. Taxes had already been high for us peasants—sailors, farmers, and laborers alike—but Endox didn’t stop at this. A few weeks ago, he raised them impossibly high, and for what? So that he could benefit off of the people’s hard-earned money. He raised them so high that many peasants started dying of starvation.

By then, we’d had more than enough, so we protested. A simple, bloodless protest. But since peasants made up over seventy percent of the population, we had Estraham Castle surrounded, and the emperor’s troops panicked.

So they attacked.

The March on Estraham marked the beginning of the Loscan Revolution. Hundreds of lives were lost that day: the emperor’s troops—twenty-seven; the peasants—over three hundred.

My parents included.

I could still hear the gunshots; the screams of innocent protestors. I could still see the horror on my mother’s face as my father was shot square in the chest, blood spewing violently from the wound. I still felt her fingers digging into my arm as she begged me to leave, to save myself—but they didn’t seem to hurt. Nothing hurt. I had gone numb.

Then she, too, was shot. As the bullet struck her in the back, I heard myself screaming, crying, begging for her not to leave me.

Yet she did.

The last words Mimá said to me were, “Vei livé, Silas.”

Live free.

Those words were since etched into my mind.

I vaguely remembered running away, ignoring the pain in my shoulder as a bullet ripped through my flesh, and pushing through the crowd that was rapidly falling around me. I ran, and I didn’t look back.

After what seemed like hours, I found myself in a small alley. I touched my injured shoulder with my other hand, and it came back soaked in blood. Ripping off a strip of cloth from the bottom of my trousers, I wrapped it tight around the wound and knotted it. That took up the last of my energy and willpower. Leaning my head against the stone wall, I slid to the ground and closed my eyes.

Vei livé, Silas. Vei livé…

And it all came flooding back.

That was it. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears streamed down my cheeks as great sobs shook my body. They were gone. My parents were gone, along with far too many others.

And I was alone.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, nor did I care. I remembered hearing voices outside the alley and the stomping of boots. The emperor’s troops, no doubt searching for anyone who escaped. They never found me, but if they had, I wouldn’t have fought back. What was the point?

Then I remembered what Mimá had told me to do—to find the Nemesis. I wasn’t sure what that was, but one thing was certain: I couldn’t let any of their deaths be in vain.

So I stood and brushed away my tears, hearing my mother’s voice in my head once again.

Vei livé.

“I will, Mimá,” I whispered. “I promise.”

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Thanks for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think, things you liked, suggestions you have, etc.

[chaos-grimlin]

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (poly Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader story)

(HI! Author here! Before we start I'd like to say that I have updated the list of characters I will do for requests! And I will be working on those! Also if you'd like to get instantly notified when I update comment ima start a tag list since people love this book

..onto the chapter!)

Word count" 1029

Chapter 22- scratches and hot chocolate

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

As Dewey drove the police cruiser he glanced over at Y/n, seeing her claw and stratch at her own skin till it bled

"Stop that" Dewey muttered as he took once hand off the steering wheel and moved Y/ns hand away from her bleeding arm.

"I hate myself Dewey..sometimes death seems better then living...I feel uncomfortable in my own skin...I..I feel dirty no matter how many times I shower..I can't get those fuckers out of my mind..they plague my mind like a sickness...they haunt my dreams and make it impossible for me to sleep..I...I can't take it anymore!" Y/n started crying again as she rambled on

Dewey looked at her with soft eyes "listen..I promise...I'll help you through this...okay?" He said offering a soft smile to her.

He knew he couldn't fully fix what happened but he knew he, her friends, and boyfriend could help make her life worth living again.

"And I personally swear on everything that I'll find the sick disgusting people that did this and put them behind bars...so they won't be able to get  you again" his voice was soft as he spoke to her, he spoke to her as if she was his sister or..his daughter.

"It'll all be okay" he said "just don't hurt yourself...okay?" He added

"I'll..I'll try"

"Try as hard as you can..I believe in you..

Your a strong girl Y/n..physically and mentally..and trust me...both me and Randy will be with you every step of the way"

With that Dewey reached his free hand upwards to her head and ruffled her hair slightly causing a small yet faint smile spread onto y/ns lips.

After a few minutes, Dewey parked the car infront of the police station and got out.

Dewey knew better then to leave Y/n alone, especially after all that she has said to him in the car.

"Come on Y/n...you can stay here till school's over" Dewey said with a soft smile as he opened her door for her.

"Thank you" Y/n whispered, her voice strained as she slowly stepped out of the car, her body trembling.

"Once we go in I'll see if I can find you something to eat or snack on" Dewey said as he started waking slowly, waiting for Y/n to follow him.

Y/n followed him, trailing close to his side. She felt herself feel comfortable around him. After what happened she lost her trust with everyone...

Sidney

Tatum

Stu

Billy

Everyone but Randy who had came to the hospital just to make sure she felt okay and safe.

Now she felt as if she has Dewey.

Dewey walked into the station keeping a close eye on Y/n till they made it to his desk.

"Sit here okay? Ima go find you something" he said.

Y/n nodded as she sat down on the chair at his desk. Then, she watched at Dewey walked off, leaving her at the desk.

Her bloodshot e/c eyes wondered around his desk, eyeing the countless small items he had scattered on his desk.

She was tempted to touch them or fiddle with them to maybe ease her racing mind but instead her right hand found it's way back to her left arm and she started to scratch at it relentlessly.

She felt as if she'd feel better if she could cut off all of her skin.

She left a warm liquid coat her finger tips, then she looked down, seeing the bright red blood lightly coat her fingers.

"Y/n I'm bac....y/n..." The semi happy tone in Dewey's voice dropped when he seen Y/ns arm.

Dewey sighed and put down the candy and hot chocolate he had found for her. "You said just moments ago you wouldn't hurt yourself" he whispered looking at her, sadness laced both his voice and his eyes.

"I'm sorry" Y/n forced out as she hung her head.  She felt..guilt...rise in her body, filler her throat, causing her to struggle to breathe.

"It's..okay..come here" Dewey spoke as if he understood why she was doing all of this.

Dewey held out his hand to her, which Y/n slowly took.

Dewey led her to a small sink in the office and turned on the water.

"Put your arm under it while I grab some bandages" Dewey said looking at her, as if waiting for her to move.

Y/n nodded, not daring to speak as she slipped her arm under the water, and once she did, Dewey walked off.

She whinced slightly, feeling the cold water wash away the blood from her arm, the feeling made her clench her jaw as she watched the bright red fade down the drain.

Dewey was back in no time with a small first aid kit and a dry wash cloth.

"Can I see your arm?" He asked softly

Y/n slowly pulled her arm out from under the sink and moved it to Dewey.

Dewey slowly wiped away the water from her arm then disinfected the wound before gently wrapping it in gauze. (I can't spell the word)

"There"

"Thank you" Y/n muttered.

"I got you some things" Dewey said his eyes dashing over to his desk.

"I didn't know what you liked so I just got you some candy and a hot chocolate..it was all I can find"

"Thank you Dewey"

"No problem..now you can head back to NY desk..I got to make a few calls...but I'll have someone keep an eye on you okay?"

"Okay..."

At that Y/n walked back to Dewey's desk, seeing the candy and the now semi hot chocolate waiting for her..

After maybe 15 minutes a voice rang through the station...a voice Y/n knew too well...

"Y/N?! Shit! No no where is Y/n I think I have a right to see her....what do you mean kick me out?! Get the sheriff I bet he'd let me see her!"

[impossiblesaladwerewolf]

tom kaulitz ~ smut

~wake you up with my tounge~

[ a/n your names Isabella for context cuz that's my oc I made for his stories ]

~Tom's pov~

 

I woke up groaning at the throbbing in my cock. I just had a dream about Isabella. I sighed thinking about her warm pussy wrapped around my dick and my tounge in her dripping folds. I looked over at my sleeping girlfriend.

Her pretty blonde head resting on my bicep and her pretty manicured hands gently wrapped around it. I bet those nails will leave pretty scratch marks. I slowly and gently slipped my arm out from under her and pulled the blankets off her small frame. She shivered slightly at the loss of warmth but that won't be and issue for long.

I rolled ontop of her and raked my eyes over her sleeping frame. She had on one of my oversized shirts and white lace panties. I smirked ' easy access ' i thought to myself. I put my hands on her thighs and proped them up on my shoulders. I slowly dragged off her underwear and threw the garmet somewhere in the hotel room. 

I spread her pussy lips and sighed seeing her pretty pink folds. I ran my tounge threw her folds and felt her twitch, she's always been particularly sensitive. I closed eyes and circled her little clit with my tounge pressing a kiss to it and repeated the process this time sucking the bud in my mouth gently. 

I let go with a pop and heard her moan lightly. I looked up and saw that she was still sleeping but her breathing was more erratic and she's fisted the sheets slightly. I started sucking on her clit repeatedly feeling her start to buck subconsciously. I put my arm on her lower waist holding her down but using my thumb I pulled her clit hood back. I started flicking my tounge over it. 

" ahh tom what are you oh", she moaned. I looked up and made eye contact her pretty blue eyes. I parted from her clit and smirked rubbing it back and forth with my thumb. " couldn't resist this pretty pussy liebe oh fuck it's so sweet", I moaned.

~ your pov ~ 

Tom started sliding his tounge up and down my pussy. I moaned and arched my back. He put his hand on my stomach pushing me back down. " oh fuck ", I moaned. He parted and bit his lip circling his middle and pointer fingers around my hole. He slipped them inside and and moaned at the stretch. He started thrusting them up into my gspot. My eyes rolled back in my head and my thighs start shaking. " oh God Tommy I'm gonna cum oh please ".

He moaned, " fuck cum cmon hunny cum for me ". I graoned and squeazed his fingers my thighs shaking around his head as I came. I finished breathing heavy. He slipped his fingers out of my cunt and put them in his mouth sucking my juices off. 

He kissed me and I could taste the slight tang of my slick lingering on his tounge. " oh fuck baby I wanna fuck you so bad ", he graoned and took off his sweatpants grabbing his hard cock in his hand jerking it in his hand a few times before sliding it over my pussy and pressing it into entrance. 

He looked at me for approval and I nodded. He slipped it in and I gasped. No matter how many times we've had sex I can never fully get used to his size. Once he bottomed out we both moaned. I feel so incredibly full I can feel him in my stomach. " oh baby you feel so good in me ", he moaned at my words and started thrusting inside me at a medium pace.

 " oh shit liebe you feel so good ", he moaned thrusting harder. He pushed my shirt up every boobs and started fondling them. " yes yes yes oh fuck I'm cumming ", I screamed as I came around his cock. He moaned feeling me clench. 

I whimpered feeling his hot ropes of cum shoot in my cunt. He slipped out gently and layed down beside me pulling me into his chest. " I love you ", he whispered. " I love you too". Then we both fell back asleep.

[ a/n: I hope you enjoyed my first Tokio hotel oneshot drabble whatever. Please give me requests. ]

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