#idk if i should count this as lore

[turrondeluxe]

what do you think of "the turtles are radioactive" thing they added in the last ronin? creative thing to add, or kinda of bullshit? or just neutral about it? it still exist in your P&B au?

i find it really funny lmao

i think they did it because they needed to give casey some type of power radiation poisoning ig??? AND an excuse for Mikey to give them blood samples willingly?

so...not completely useless of an storyline lol, tho i have to admit it's rather funny that it hasn't been brought up again lmao

so for the sake of the silliness, it does exist in the peepaw au

just a little radioactive turtle family 🐢💖

[cata-strophes]

more sleep deprived colorized digitalized college notes doodles, this time techi ^-^

[demodraws0606]

Slight hot take but I feel like people who complain about too much lore/angst are the same as the people who complain about there being too little of it.

In the end if the cc! want to do angst or if they want to do lighthearted stuff is really up to them. Complaining about it makes it seem as though the cc! are forced to do it which they are not, if they are doing angst it's probably cause they want to.

Either way, it would be kinda wonky to just make things suddenly lighthearted now at least for certain characters.

For me imo the cc! downtime where they have fun and joke around IS the downtime inbetween the angst.

[meg-noel-art]

Older Versions of my OCs Lucy and Samantha (top) vs their younger selves! 

[judicent]

Yeah, I did fill 4 sketchbooks in 4 months so far this year. Huh? Am I gonna post even an ounce of it? Well, you see, I am allergic to my phone, so you will have to come CATCH ME

[threadsun]

So many of y'all are so endearingly shy about your kinks and like... always worry that you're requesting stuff that's too out there for me and... okay, so like here's the thing. I've been part of my local kink/bdsm community for years, I studied the sociology of sex and kink as part of my degree in uni, and most importantly I'm a sex worker and professional erotica writer.

So like... a short and vague list of things I've been paid to write about and/or video myself doing specifically for someone's sexual pleasure:

Blowing up a balloon

Teeth brushing

Diaper hypnosis

Bunnyboy to dragonboy transformation

Brain slugs

Ear fingering

Eating crackers

Reading aloud the back of a soap bottle

A detailed description of furry social media

Knee massage

And those are just the more obscure ones. There's plenty of stuff I could list that's considered far "grosser," "weirder," or more "fucked up."

I actively enjoy exploring new things and indulging other peoples' kinks, even when they do nothing for me personally. I promise you anything you might send me will not be the most out there thing I've heard. And even if I can't figure out how to write it, I'll never judge anyone for asking.

So y'all don't need to keep apologising for asking me to write kinky stuff!! If I wasn't having fun, I wouldn't keep doing it!!

[the-ace-of-fools]

my tes oc -- Iueleai :)

[magioffire]

ive been meaning to make this psa but i keep forgetting so-- here goes.

i would like to remind everyone to please make sure you read bio pages before interacting with my characters! i know, they are often very long, particularly vali’s, and im still working on making the formatting more accessible/easy to read, but theres *a lot* of important information there you would likely not know otherwise. . i dont expect you to memorize every single tidbit of information, but you can always check back on the bio to confirm or deny something about my character before you make a flat out assumption. or even just ask me! i dont bite!

 i understand that my about pages for my characters can get quite long and detailed, and that can put people off. people can forget things, and its easy to stumble over things in a big bio, thats fine. theres no shame at all in forgetting something or making a mistake, but i do begin to notice sometimes when people havent been giving my bio a proper read. though perhaps not as easily as i can tell when someone has put the effort in to read it, and trust me, i do take notice someone does that, and i appreciate it greatly. so thank you for that if you have taken time out of your day to give my bio a look at, i appreciate you. ive put a lot of thought, time, and effort into creating my pages, and making sure people have more than enough information to work with. thank you!

[dark-raven-feathers]

Hi

Plague Doctor posting will be pushed back a couple of days due to yours truly filling its Feburary schedule to the brim. If you really want to know: -Instrument repair tmmr -Concert performance and robotic comp this Saturday -ID replacement next Tuesday -AIBF on the 25th -Side project I need to finish by the end of the month -This stupid 9/8 measure I can't friggin figure out -Another smaller side project +weekly marching band meetings Also I'm just tired. Satan made school and we are the victims.

[sanchoyo]

the problem with me wanting to write out a whole entire fic with all ocs (like, my tmm next gen fic, or my fangan ronpa series) is that ppl read fic for the established charas and getting into smth new requires SO much more attention and energy imo (which is why /i/ struggle to watch/read new stuff all the time! so I get it!) and I guess maybe not a lot of ppl want to even click oc-only or oc-heavy type of fics so they don't even give it a chance! which again i GET but. but also its like. pspsps this story is fun and good if I do say so myself u want to read abt my ocs sooo bad *enticing u with treats*

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Blissfull relief ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Sampo wakes you up from the Golden Hour in a pretty interesting way.

Pairing : Sampo x fem! Reader

Word count : 864 Words

Genre : Smut (Minors DNI)

Warnings ➵ Slight Peanacony Spoilers

Content ➵ Somnophilia (Consented),

Cunnilingus

a/n : Short one to get back into writing, also everything in this is written with consent in mind, reader gave Sampo the consent to be woken up like that. Also idk how lore accurate this is with the pool, but eh let's go with the flow!

The Golden Hour was buzzing with people like always, people from many different planets and so many different backgrounds. Yourself strolling through the bustling streets to the Clockie statue right now. Sampo had told you to wait up for him there yesterday, wondering what he wanted to talk about.

Watching the storefronts, everything looked expensive and just perfect for this dream world. It was crazy to imagine the Golden Hour even exists, that the Dreamscape overall exists.

Arriving at the statue, you take a good look around, the blue-haired man is nowhere to be seen, he probably would take a while longer. The golden statue of Clockier was reflecting the lights of the city, making it look as if it was sparkling. Further behind it was the poster of Robin, many people walking the streets humming or singing her songs. Stepping over to one of the many benches, taking a seat as you fold your leg over the other, waiting patiently for a certain someone to meet you. Some time goes by, looking at your phone for a second, he is already 20 minutes late, Sampo usually comes a bit later but not this much and especially not to a meeting with you.

Sighing as you put your phone back into your pocket, rest your elbow on your knee and your face on your hand. People were walking by, not one giving you a glance. Everyone here was in their own little world. Somewhere in the background, you could also hear some of those walking billboards pestering the people walking past them.

A while went by when you suddenly started to feel a little uncomfortable. It confused you. You couldn't really describe this feeling, but it felt tight? As if your chest is getting tight. Your chest tingling. Suddenly a jolt makes you bend over, chest pressed to your knees now, your right hand over your mouth. Eyes blown wide, as you feel heat building up in your core slowly. What was happening? Something like this never happened to you here.. Was your body getting sick? We're you about to wake up?

Sampo still wasn't here which worried you slowly, it must have been an hour by now. The heat in your body slowly but surely rises and gets stronger and hotter with every passing second. By now people gave you glances, wondering what was wrong with you, probably thinking you drank too much SoulGlad and were about to empty it again. But this was far from what was happening to you. The urge to slip your hand down to your core and silence the burning desire was getting hard to control. But you couldn't, not here, yet you knew if you were to stand up in this condition it wouldn't work out for you.

Maybe you should just wake up? Finish this awake and in the hotel? But then again Sampo would probably be here soon.. Another flash of burning hot desire was sent through your body, more intense than any before. Your eyes shoot open, as your mouth opens to let out a pathetic moan, hands thrashing around to grab anything around you, which ends up being a head of blue hair.

"Finally awake.. Took you almost half an hour, amazing how long you did." Above you was Sampo, looking down, the lower half of your body was exposed while still in the pool. Just not the conversation you and he had last week hits you. Telling him how hot you think it would be for him to wake you up by eating you out, giving him your consent to surprise you if he was to do it. Yet you didn't think he would convert that idea so soon.

"Cat got your tongue? Maybe I should just continue so all you can do is moan while you come ondone on my tongue." With that Sampo lowers his body back down, his hot tongue running a stripe up your core, before licking around the sensitive nub. This was bliss. Your right hand was softly tangled in his locks, while the other held onto the edge of the pool, eyes closed while your head was thrown back. His hand was slowly moving under your shirt, pushing it up a little bit while doing so, before finally reaching the sensitive nipples and softly twisting them between his thumb and pointer finger.

With all this build-up of pleasure and the pleasure Sampo was still giving you, you were bound to not last longer and he knew that, from the way you were moving around, his free arm holding you in place by your thigh. With a suck to your clit, you finally come undone on his tongue, making him lap up any last bit of your release, before moving his body over you.

"Now, did that fulfill that fantasy of yours darling?" His green eyes were staring down at you, with a handsome smirk on his face. "Better than how I imagined." Pulling him down by his shoulders now, this was bound to be a long night ahead.

[team-avia]

Hi, idk if this has been asked before or if it counts as lore related, but I have two questions

First, what are the ages of the ladies? I don't remember if we ever got ages confirmed 😭

And two, what did Mia's mysterious package for Miranda had inside?? Should I keep thinking they're planning something very radioactive in the office or am I not seeing something?

Their ages are:

Bela 20

Cass 19

Dani 18

Angie 18

Donna mid 30's

Alcina mid 40's

MC 20

Miranda is ?̴̧̰̙̲̫̳̳̝͈͇̦͎̣̮̔̂͐?̴͚̖̙̤͙̯̩̗̞̻̲̏̿̓?̴͔͕̋̋̓̂̋͐̈̍̿͑́̿͝͝

The contents of the package in Bela's route are not confirmed and will remain a mystery. It's just Mia being unnerving.

Arla

[aurora-starwars]

Hi ! I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam x fem human reader fic where he gifts her an arrow head that’s been made into a necklace ,maybe it’s from his first successful hunt so it’s got a lot of significance to him. It could even be a way of him expressing a romantic interest in her ? 💙

There Is No Heart For Me Like Yours

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Human!reader

Summary: Neteyam confess with an arrow head necklace from his first hunt

Word Count: 1036

Warnings: idk, ignore if i get the lore wrong :| :)

A/n: I hope this is good! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! <33333

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[Name] grew up on pandora, that was all she ever knew. While she was born to two scientists loyal to the Na’vi, she always felt closer to the Omatikaya clan than any of her own. Ever since she wondered out of the lab and into the forest where the Sully found her, she fast friends with the entire family.

This upbringing is something she would say she was proud of if you asked. During her upbringing, she became close to the eldest member of the Sully kids.

Neteyam.

[Name] and Neteyam did almost everything together, practicing skills like hunting, or using a bow; exploring the forest, and looking after his siblings. Some may argue they were the closest person to each other.

They were inseparable.

That is why it didn’t come as a surprise to many when the two started walking a little closer, talking to one-another a little softer, looking in each other’s eyes a little longer. The two best friends after all their lives, had fallen for each other. And everyone could see it.

Except for [Name].

Though she felt it, the tug in her chest whenever she was around Neteyam, the fast pace of her heart, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and the pure comfort that came from spending time with her best friend, she never thought he could feel the same.

All she could think about is how she was human and knowing about how the Na’vi culture and body, asking herself how it could ever work.

Her thoughts seem irrelevant one day, as Neteyam walked in the lab. Most of the others were out at this time, so it was just the two of them in the bright sterile rooms of the labs. Neteyam was panting lightly, a sign of his rush, [Name] noted. She watched his face with a small smile as he caught his breath. In the corner of her eye she could she his hands moving, fidgeting with something within his long, thin blue hands. This was much unlike him, Neteyam didn’t fidget often, not unless he was nervous. And he was only nervous when his siblings were in trouble.

“Neteyam?” [Name] began, grabbing hold of his hand in attempt to ground him.

“Are you alright, are your siblings alright?” [Name] continued, her words coming out increasingly frantic as her thoughts went to the possibility of his siblings in danger.

Neteyam chuckled, realizing she had interpreted his nervous energy as something more of an emergency situation.

“No, no. Everything is alright, my siblings are fine.” Neteyam spoke in almost perfect Na’vi, smiling down at her as she seem to relax.

“Alright, thats good. So then why are you here?” [Name] smiled, her eyebrows furrowing in question.

“Can’t I visit my best friend?” He teased, gazing softly into her eyes.

[Name] smiled, “Right, that’s why you rushed all the way here?”

Neteyam only laughed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he realized he’d been caught.

“And of course you can visit your best friend. You always do anyway.” [Name] rolled her eyes playfully, smiling at Neteyam once again.

Neteyam took a deep breath in, deciding for what felt like the millionth time whether or not he should go through with this. After a moment, he let out his breath and looked into [Name]’s eyes.

“[Name], I- you are my best friend-”

“As we have established.” [Name] smirked, cutting him off.

“Right! And we have been friends since I can remember…” Neteyam trailed off.

“Yes we have,” [Name] offered, sensing the hesitation in him.

“And…” Neteyam looked down at his hands, where he rolled his gift between his fingers.

“I want you to have this.” Neteyam held out his hands, palms facing up revealing what looks like an arrow head tied to a necklace string.

[Name] let out a small gasp, her eyes quickly flicking from Neteyam’s eyes to the gift in his palm. While [Name] didn’t know the full significance of this gift, she knew that this was an important part of Neteyam and their friendship. You don’t just go around giving your friends gifts of arrow head necklaces.

Beaming, [Name] gently took the necklace from Neteyam’s hands. As she admired it slowly, Neteyam took the time to admire her.

“Neteyam,” [Name] spoke breathlessly, looking up at him. “This is so nice! Thank you so much.” She continued before looking back down at the necklace in her hands.

“It’s the arrow head from my first hunt.” He admitted.

[Name]’s head shot up, two links in her head connecting, like pieces of a puzzle coming into place.

“From your first hunt… But that means.” [Name] hesitating, smiling softly to herself.

Part of her couldn’t believe it, that this was absolutely not happening. The other part of her was absolutely over the moons. She never thought this day would come.

Neteyam was worried for a moment seeing as she indicated no sign of a reaction, but then he saw the smile on her face as she looked up at him and all of his worries flew out the window.

“[Name], I think you are so wonderful, you have been there my entire life and I hope you are there for the rest of it. You are the most wonderful human beings I have ever met-”

“Slim pickings…” [Name] muttered to herself, trying to hold back the laugh at her own joke.

Neteyam rolled his eyes affectionately, “You know what I mean, but I really do hope we spend the rest of our lives together.” Neteyam smiled at her earnestly.

“Neteyam, you have no idea how much I have wanted to hear that.” [Name] quickly spoke before pulling him in a tight hug.

A hug to which Neteyam reciprocated immediately, a big smile taking over his face. Neteyam pulled her back to look into her eyes. Unspoken words passed between them as the smiled before pulling each other in for a kiss.

The kiss told all of the things they couldn’t speak themselves. Longing touches, unspoken promises, hopes and dreams for their future. Through all of it, they just hoped they would never be separated, as they almost never had before. And they prayed that Eywa would bond them for life.

A/n: Thank you for reading!! Let me know if you wanna be in the avatar taglist!

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@nyotamalfoy

[doobea]

DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR - REO MIKAGE

synopsis: Being a college student sucks. Having a crush on your best friend also sucks. Your best friend having a crush on your other best friend is . . . kinda the worst. In which, Reo is hopelessly in love with you but you’re hard crushing on Nagi.

-> MASTERLIST. -> PLAYLIST.

contents: reo centric, second lead syndrome feat. fem!reader & reo, heavy narration in beginning as per usual whoops, also in an au where bluelock never happened LOL, starts from past -> present day, unnamed love interest for nagi, a small aquarium date (?), mentions of high school sports festival, i watched like two eps of haikyuu idk anything abt volleyball, first part written due to nagi's lil trivia facts hehe word count: 3.5K a/n: are u guys familiar with the mythology behind the summer triangle? based off of an old Chinese legend hehe... its also been translated over to a few other asian lores too under diff names ...

DENEB -> prev. -> next.

“Nice receive!”

A low whistle flew out of Reo's mouth as he watched the volleyball soar into the air, high enough that it almost touched their gym's ceiling. Sounds of sneakers and shot calls echoed throughout the court as the timer entered its final minute. The game was heading into their match point, players and audience members alike were holding their breaths as the volleyball descended over to the red team—Nagi’s team.

A spike, followed by a block, and another failed spike. For an intermediate volleyball match, most of these players were exceptionally talented. But it doesn’t surprise Reo that much, after all, half of the students probably paid for expensive sporting lessons either in their free time or were forced by their parents.

Reo flinched when your arm smacked his shoulder, most likely out of stress and anticipation. “Reo!” You gasped again, nearly jumping out of the bleachers when another spike was blocked.

Reo knew what the outcome would be, despite everyone’s evident tensed body language. He didn’t even have to pay close attention to know that the red team would win in the end.

He tipped his head to the side and caught you staring at something with focus. He followed your gaze and—oh. There was a lot happening on the volleyball court but it’s no mistake that you’re attention was honed in on Nagi. 

The way the other male effortlessly blocked and spiked back against the opposing team nearly made everyone in the bleachers silent. Soon, the whistles went out and the players switched sides for the next set.

Just three days before the sports festival, Nagi was complaining to everyone in homeroom about having to participate in their annual volleyball tournament. He was chosen due to his ridiculous height and tried to think of excuses to get out of it. Apparently, saying he was planning to be sick wasn’t a good enough excuse for the coaches. 

And now, somehow with no training and interest in the sport, Nagi had captivated nearly everyone in the gym. You were definitely staring—no, gawking—you were definitely gawking at his best friend and Reo felt the heat spreading across his face. He doesn’t know why that bothered him so much. 

You held your breath as Nagi lazily waved toward your area and shyly waved back. “Has he always been like this?”

“Been like what?”

“Good at like… everything?”

Reo found himself scoffing without realizing it. “Sure, if you count sleeping in class and not eating vegetables to be a good thing.” And then he paused, wondering why he was even badmouthing one of his only friends. 

Reo flushed. He wondered if maybe he should ask about Nagi, about what’s going on between the two of you. He was torn though—was it his business? Maybe that was a question better saved for Nagi. He found himself in a place where he was trying to make an effort, finally, to learn what was going on with his friends’ lives, but he didn’t know what he could and couldn’t say, or ask. It’s a very weird place to be in.

Then something red and flashy on your lap caught his eye. It was a bracelet, a makeshift one. He reached over and took it from you, not that you minded, the three of you had been close friends for a while now ever since the party incident. 

Skinship wasn’t a foreign concept to Reo and Nagi, having to often greet each other with arms slinging across each other’s shoulders, occasional piggyback rides, and comfortable enough to share some of their own clothes. In the beginning, you were reserved and quieter, not because you were shy—Reo was taken aback when he first heard you rant for about an hour straight about one classmate—but because of the harassment you’ve faced. Reo doesn’t like using his status to get his way with things, but hanging around him did help lessen the treatment. It had reached a point where the other students stopped gossiping about you and they were actually talking to you. Talking in a way to get closer to Reo, which might not be the ideal ending but it was definitely better.

Reo held the bracelet in his hand, inspecting the little charms that clung to it. There were cats, kanji characters for ‘good luck’ and ‘victory’, and a singular volleyball. Had you forgotten to give it to Nagi?

“He said it would’ve gotten in the way,” You explained with a dip in your tone.

For some reason, that made him ticked off. It was such a Nagi thing to say but you went out of your way to make this for him. Reo was quick to claim the bracelet as his own, adjusting the band on his wrist. 

“Well, clearly he didn’t need it to win anyway.” Reo joked, smiling when he saw your lips tugging up again. “I still have to complete my relay runs after this, so—” He dangled the bracelet in front of you, charms swinging side to side, and grinned. “—cheer on for me, yeah?”

You cocked your head, shoulder nudging against his, and Reo already sensed the incoming tease. “Not as good enough as Nagi?”

And there it was again, the weird feeling in his chest. It was accompanied by a bitter taste in his mouth. 

Reo wafted his hand, nudging back with slightly more force to indicate his annoyance. His hand eventually settled on your other shoulder and he tugged you close, much to your surprise. “Maybe, maybe not. I just don’t want Nagi stealing all the good luck away from me.”

You frowned but it only lasted for a few seconds before you laughed. “You have all the luck in the world, Reo. I don’t think you need anymore.”

He shook his head. He was probably tensed, his jaw set, shoulders squared, and back straight. Reo didn’t dare lift his eyes away from the volleyball court as Nagi scored the next point. “No, I definitely need it.”

“Hey, hey, hey!”

The sound of your voice stirs Reo from his bed. He groans and rubs his eyes, sitting up and face immediately getting hit by the waking sunlight. His vision is slightly disoriented but it’s obvious that you’re standing in his room, dressed up for some reason, and looking oddly… pissed? Reo is sure he hasn’t done anything recently to upset you that much. 

Your hands are folded across your chest, cheeks puffed out. “Did you forget about today already?”

He runs a hand through his hair and yawns. “Good morning to you too and…” Reo stares at his phone by his bedside. “It’s Sunday?” The statement is pretty obvious and he’s positive it’s not the right answer you’re looking for. 

“You promised that we would go to the aquarium together a week ago.” 

Ah, right. He did say that on the way back to the apartment that night. It was more or less on a whim of other string of ideas Reo threw out to cheer you up. A two-hour long unlimited shopping spree? You weren’t interested in the slightest. An aquarium visit though? You looked at him as if he was the one to put stars up in the night sky. 

“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.” Reo gets up and starts making the bed. After, he picks out a simple white button-up and a pair of fitted trousers. When he realizes that you’re still standing in his room, Reo throws a small look over his shoulder. “Is Nagi out there?”

“No, he’s actually out right now.” You try to school your expression into neutrality, but there is a very clear shadow across your face. He almost regrets asking you that question because of how bothered you look right now. “I bumped into him on the way in and it looked like he was going somewhere.”

“Going where?” It’s a rhetorical question but you somehow even looked even more annoyed.

An eye roll. “Did you bump your head or something, Reo? Isn’t he like your best friend and roommate?”

No, and yes. While he didn’t quite bump his head into anything, Reo’s mind has been ebbing between a state of reminiscing and autopilot for the last few days. Nagi’s been doing the same, though a bit of a better job at it since he’s… Nagi. 

“He hasn’t told me anything,” Reo finally says. 

“Oh,” You bite your lip, and a low hum falls out of your lips as you turn on your heel, walking out of his room. “Well, let me know when you’re ready. I’ll be out in the kitchen.” Your annoyed mood from earlier quickly dissipated into something more mild.

Reo changes into his outfit without much thought. He applies a small bit of his favorite cologne that you like, not too strong but not too subtle, with just enough hints of woody and citrus undertones. You said it reminds you of home one time and he’s always made sure to have enough refills around for special occasions. 

This is supposed to be one of them but Reo can’t help but feel uncomfortable. Even with Nagi rejecting your feelings, Reo still feels like he’s treading in between something. Just thinking about it makes his mind ache. Slowly, he feels himself creeping back into that place where he can’t think, can’t concentrate, can’t do anything but feel numb and worn thin. But today’s about you, a promise that he made to cheer you up. He shakes off the thoughts when he meets up with you, his phone out with the rideshare app ready.

Every time you hang around him, he learns something new about you. For example, this morning you confessed that you were able to get into the apartment because apparently Nagi made you a spare key earlier on in the year. You’ve hardly ever snuck your way in and, for the moments you did, you loved to misplace Reo’s belongings. Which explains why for a week straight back in the fall semester his toothbrush appeared in random places — in the air fryer, cereal box, and his pencil case.

And, today, Reo learns that you like jellyfish. Like a lot. Add starfish and sea turtles to the list too but, overall, jellyfish takes the cake. The exhibit isn’t even that big, maybe the size of a small studio apartment at best, but you two have been waddling back and forth between the space for maybe twenty minutes. And Reo feels like he’s about to lose his mind.

“Aren’t they so cute?” Your face is practically pressed up against the warped glass, eyes never leaving a particular white baby jellyfish—if baby jellyfish are even a thing, Reo doesn’t really know how they reproduce. 

He blinks and then eventually nods. “If you think so.”

He doesn’t mind watching them float around again but kinda wishes to look at the other animals, like puffins and otters. Now those are cute. 

You seem to pick up on his tone and scrunch your nose in disapproval. Your face looks way out of proportion from where he stands, the warped glass isn’t making your expression more threatening than what you’re willing to put out. 

“Reo Mikage, you’re supposed to be cheering me up today, right?” You sigh, eyeing him wearily.

“Right…” He says slowly.

“So at least pretend that these jellyfish are the most adorable thing on earth for now, okay?”

“Fine, fine.” Reo mimics your movements, his hands and face close to the tank on the opposite side. Yet, instead of fixating on the jellyfish, his gaze drifts to your face, observing the small movements and tugging on your lips as you fondly gaze at them. A smile involuntarily plays on his lips. Even if this is more of a friend date, he can at least cherish this little moment.

“See? I told you they’re cute.” You grin and Reo’s heart does an evil flip. 

“Yeah, they're cute,” he concedes, flushing red because is he talking about the animals or something else?

Reo entertains the moment for just a few minutes longer until you finally agree to check out other areas of the aquarium. You’re now rambling about the lifespan of a fish that he forgets the name of. He’s unsure why but his brain fizzles out again.

He stops walking, hands stuffed deep into his pocket as he stares hard at the ground. Reo feels a little creeping flush of shame overtaking his cheeks. “It’s okay if you want to use me as a distraction from Nagi.” 

Your reaction is immediate; you nearly lose your footing, as if his words are acting as a powerful force. “Woah, another joke?” You’re laughing but your eyebrows are furrowed. 

Reo stiffens a little, suddenly realizing the reality of his situation. The tension between the two of you is almost tangible, hanging in the air like a delicate thread that could either break or strengthen. “I’m saying you can rely on me, you know that?” 

You blink, chewing at your lips over his suggestion. “What are you even saying right now?”

“I think sometimes you’re an idiot and I know you’re still stuck on having feelings for him. But, no matter what happens, I’ll make sure that you’re happy. I’ll be by your side.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a bigger idiot.”

Reo's admission hangs in the air. He watches you blink, trying to process the weight of his words. This is a side of him that he rarely omits.

You take a step closer, gaze meeting his. “Reo, you're not an idiot. And you don't have to do this for me. I can't just use you as a distraction. It wouldn't be fair to you.”

Reo shakes his head. “I'm not saying you should use me. I'm saying I want to be there for you.” Maybe... maybe he’ll be more than just a distraction.

“Don’t you have feelings for someone else too?” You ask, your voice soft and tender.

He laughs, and it’s the half-bitterness that’s driving him. “Yeah, but you’re important—both you and Nagi. So, let me be your distraction.”

You shy away at his persistence, huffing out your cheeks and pouting. “You're relentless, you know that?”

He shrugs, appearing to be nonchalant but his stomach is doing flips again. He knows he shouldn’t push this further. It’s too early, he’s sure your mind is a mess, but he feels his selfishness setting in. “Call it what you want but I'm serious about this. I don’t need an immediate answer right now.”

Reo stares at the tank next to him, it’s a large one filled with manta rays and small fish alike. He’s half-staring at the passing scenery, half trying to get out of the stupid recesses of his mind. He huddles closer to the wall, goosebumps littering his arms from the cool air from above and his restless thoughts. You’re silent, most likely still processing the outrageous offer he placed on the table, but you don’t seem too offended by it. He takes that as a good sign.

“Let’s check out the gift shop.” Reo sighs out, but slowly straightens up. His palms are sweaty, and the cold air is working against him, making his movements slow and clumsy. “Plushies are on me.”

You arrive back at their place, hands full with a giant stuffed puffin and a basket of weirdly shaped whale cookies. The day's events are still swirling in your mind. Reo dropped you off without much to think. He’s currently out running a quick errand for his dad, something about picking up an order of a luxury brand you’re unfamiliar with. The apartment is quiet, the only sound being the faint hum from the refrigerator. As you step inside, you notice that Nagi is sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

The basket crinkles when you walk in and Nagi looks up in your direction. “Wanna have a seat?” Nagi suggests, his tone easy as always.

You attempt to take a steady breath, but it catches in your throat, anxiety tightening your lungs. You’ve been avoiding him for a few days at this point.

“Sure,” You try to sound casual. There’s an urge to retreat but you tell yourself that mending the friendship is more important. It’s not like you have to walk on eggshells around one of your only friends forever.

You watch as he breaks his attention away from the device as you sit on the far end of the couch. A moment of pause follows and stretches before you two—you, tense, hands firm and folded in your lap, and Nagi, loose, openly observing. 

Finally, you break the silence, and carefully pick your words, debating if they’re even worth saying. "You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but was there any reason why?"

“Nothing wrong with you,” Nagi rubs the back of his neck, his gaze momentarily averted. “There’s someone else I have in mind.”

Before you can say anything else, your words dissolve in your throat and warm tears fog your vision. 

You quickly snap your head away from Nagi, sleeves wiping your eyes. You definitely weren’t expecting this to happen. “I told myself that I wouldn’t cry… I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” An attempt at a laugh emerges, but it only comes out as small sniffles. What were you even expecting from this?

Nagi stays quiet, grey eyes inspecting your features, and, for a fleeting moment, it seems like he might reach out, but he refrains. Maybe it's just your imagination; Nagi’s always been bad at consolidating with these types of feelings anyway.

“Hey, you gonna be okay?”

You nod numbly, feeling more exhausted than ever. It’s a bit pathetic almost and also embarrassing. “Yeah, guess the feelings are still pretty raw.” You say slowly.

“Sorry,” And Nagi wiggles a bit in his seat. Before Nagi turns away, he attempts to lighten up the mood, and asks, “Do you think you can grab something for me? It’s in Reo’s room, a game he borrowed a while back, I'm too tired to get it right now.”

It’s a small lie but at least it’s somewhat of a distraction. Makes things a little bit easier to handle.

Unlike Nagi’s bedroom, Reo keeps his belongings uniform in their respective places. There isn’t a dirty clothes pile in the corner of the room, all of his awards and trophies from his finance clubs and intramural sports are proudly displayed in a glass case, not a single speck of dust coats the furnitures’ surface, and even the floor felt somewhat cleaner compared to the rest of the apartment. 

Reo seems to have everything figured out in life and it’s overwhelming at times.

The game Nagi asked for is neatly stacked on a shelf, surrounded by books and other meticulously arranged items. You grab the game and turn to leave when your eyes catch a glint of something on the nightstand. Red and shiny underneath his stacked pile of watches. It's the bracelet you made nearly two years ago.

You pick it up, memories flooding back. It surprises you that Reo managed to keep it in almost perfect condition after all this time. You’d figured that it would’ve ended up in the trash after the relay. 

You walk out with both items in hand and find Nagi waiting in the living room, looking a bit worn out but still with a hint of a smile. You hand him the game, and he thanks you with a grateful nod. As you join him on the couch, you absentmindedly play with the jewelry in hand.

Nagi glances at the bracelet in your hands, his eyes lingering on it for a moment before he comments, “Looks nice.”

You nod, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, I made it a while back during the sports festival in high school. It's funny; I found it in his room just now.”

A hint of curiosity lights up Nagi's eyes, “He kept it all this time?”

You nod again and look down at the bracelet, fingers running over the charms. “Sometimes, I can't figure him out.”

There's a pause in the conversation, both of you lost in your thoughts. There’s no point in telling Nagi what happened earlier, making things more awkward isn’t what you need right now. Then he huffs and sinks into the couch even further, if that was even possible.

“You know,” Nagi drawls out, eyes now laced back to his phone. “I always thought you would’ve had a crush on him instead.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at Nagi's unexpected comment. It's a casual observation, but there's a playful glint in his eyes that suggests there might be more to it. 

“Why would you think that?” You ask, genuinely curious.

Nagi shrugs, a nonchalant expression on his face. “He’s always there for you, making sure that you're okay.”

You roll your eyes, not missing the teasing tone in his voice. “That's what friends are for.”

Nagi chuckles, his gaze shifting back to his phone. “If you say so.”

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“If You Don’t Look Good, We Don’t Look Good” - Dean x Reader

Rating Explicit

Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Shameless Smut (I got carried away), Cameo Appearance by Soft!Dom Dean, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4200

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

Neither one of you have had to use it – until you get a text from Sam. A case has gone all kinds of awful for Dean. You are not ready for the version of Dean you have to face in the aftermath.

Notes: This is total self-indulgence because I miss This Dean.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Hair Pulling" square.

Image created in Canva (links for photos used - found on Google: Jensen Ackles, Liverpool Comic Con, 2023; Jensen Ackles Photo Shoot

66

You stare, mid-muffin chew, at Sam’s text.

“Fuck me.” A few stray crumbs and a rogue blueberry land on a page of lore you should probably be more careful with. But you can’t be bothered with MOL reference handling procedures at the moment.

This is Red Alert. Defcon 5. Designated Survivor Mode Activated.

You and Sam had decided on a code to use in the most grievous, world-shattering of situations.

Full Dean Meltdown

“Fuck.” There’s no point in continuing to curse to yourself. “Fuck.” But you can’t help it. Neither one of you has ever had to use it before. You’d come close a few times.

The book is forgotten, pushed to the side on the table surface. Your fingers glide over the phone’s keyboard.

Is he alright?!? What happened? Please, tell me this is a joke?

I wouldn’t joke about this. Sam’s words bubble up, line by line. Well, I made the mistake of joking right after it happened. It’s gotten progressively worse the entire drive back. He hasn’t said a single word since we got in the car. IDK what’s gonna happen.

“Fuck.”

Should I evacuate? How much time do I have?

Just pulled into the garage.

Shit, Sam! Do you not understand how a code word for disaster preparedness works? One needs enough time to actually prepare for the disaster!

You wait. More bubbles. Then nothing. Maybe Sam didn’t make it out alive. Maybe you should make a run for it through the war room and up the stairs. Save yourself.

I received some communication. He’s headed straight for the showers. Meet you in the lab.

“A what?”

“Musca.” Sam sighs. “Ever seen ‘The Fly’?”

“On cable years ago, filtered through my fingers.”

Sam continues. “They secrete this sticky goo to build a nest.” His mouth crinkles. “Dean landed in it.”

“The nest?” you ask.

“The goo. A puddle of the stuff. Monster fluids freak him out.”

You shiver in disgust at the thought. “Fuck creature feature fluids. 100% in agreement.”

“So, we tracked the musca to its hideout in an abandoned factory. We split up when we got inside…”

“Why do you always split up?” you ask, following it with a frustrated groan.

Sam purses his lips and then proceeds. “When I found him, he was basically glued to this massive conveyor belt holding the goo like it was a kiddie pool. I had to cut him out of most of his clothes to free him.”

The thought of a half-naked Dean has you shiver for other reasons. “Poor guy,” you add in an effort to express sympathy over your dirty thoughts.

Sam chuckles.

You straighten with worry Sam has figured out your crush on his brother. Ready to dispute any yearnings, you add a grumbly edge to your voice and the question. “What was funny about any of that?”

Sam fists long strands on the right side of his scalp high in the air. “Even his hair got stuck to the belt. I had to hack half of it off.” He fingers his bangs back into effortless waves. “Once we killed it, Dean mumbled, ‘Vidal Sassoon you ain’t, fucker.’”

You shrug, confused. “Well, I mean, I get the trauma from the nasty gnat excretions. But that doesn’t explain why you had to warn of a possible Dean disaster.”  

Sam’s gaze tears from yours to stare at the floor by his boots.

“Sam?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I might have said something like, ‘We can’t all be masterful hunters with glorious locks.’”

You frown. “Sam…”

Sam raises a hand in defense. “Hey, maybe now he’ll finally shut up about my hair being a liability. I mean, hello, I’ve still got mine.”

The temptation to knock on Dean’s bedroom door is great. But you refrain, hiding away in yours instead. He’ll be better in the morning, you decide. Especially if you fry up some bacon.

A light rap of knuckles against mahogany distracts you from the latest show binge on your laptop. You pause the action. “Yeah?”

“Got a minute?” Even with the question, Dean’s tone sounds like a command.

You gulp. “Sure.” Rotating in the seat, your hand grips the top of the backrest. You’ll try to hold the line against the Dean Winchester Offensive.

The door swings slowly on its hinges. Dean slinks into your space. It’s the opposite of his usual bluster and humorous bellows that lead to inevitable laughter on your end. His slippers shuffle along the tile. He’s wearing roomy sweats and a dark t-shirt that hugs his torso. A folded towel is wedged into the crook of his arm. 

Your brain locks onto two things that appear off about Dean. The first thing totally out of place on the masterpiece before you is the baseball cap.

In the next second, you remember why he’s wearing it. It’s not because he’s undercover as a delivery driver or Fish and Wildlife Game Warden.

Dean does not want you to see his hair in its current state.

The second thing makes your pulse quicken. His beard is… gone. You can’t remember the last time you saw him even close to clean-shaven. You forgot what that sharp jawline used to do to your insides.

“Hey.” You don your best don’t-let-on-to-anything smile.

Dean scrutinizes you as if you are a witness in his rapid-fire way and then huffs. “Son of a bitch told you, didn’t he?”

You decide not to remind Dean he and Sam share the same mother. “He did. I’m sorry. You okay?”

The door clicks shut. “I’ll live. Sam might not see the light of day, though.”

You ignore the murder threat, instead focusing on a new scent in the air. You sniff, nostrils flaring with the deep inhale. Dean smells like he’s working on an amazing beach tan.

He nods at your reaction. “Coconut Oil. I had to use all that was in the kitchen for…” He circles his lower body with a finger and eventually points to the baseball cap.

“Did it do the trick?”

“Better than I hoped. I even got all that nasty shit out of my hair.” His weight shifts from one foot to the other. “But I need a favor.”

“At your disposal.” Still seated, you somersault your hand as if addressing royalty.

That at least cracks a tiny smile into his serious veneer. “I had to take a razor to my hair and cut it pretty short. Can you clean me up in the back?”

You clutch your chest and gasp in the most dramatic fashion you can muster. “You trust me to touch your hair?” 

“I trust you with my life, wiseass.” Dean smirks. “Can the sass and help a guy out, would ya?”

A warmth blossoms in your heart at Dean’s words. The heat spreads to your skin. You wave a hand at the towel and clear your throat. “Those the accouterments?”

Dean quirks a brow and grins. “Croutons?”

“And you call me the wiseass.” You sigh.

He shrugs with a nod in agreement. He drops the towel on the desk and lifts one of the corners to reveal the electric razor inside.

“Okay. Here’s as good a place as any, I suppose.” You rise from your seat, close the laptop, and move it to your dresser.

“You sure? We can go to the bathroom.” He thumbs at the door.

You wave a hand at the chair you vacated, now standing behind it. “Here’s good.”

Dean sits. The wooden chair creaks.

“Towel.”

Dean grabs the razor before passing the towel. You flap the fabric, channel your inner toreador, and let it billow over Dean’s frame like a sail. When it settles, you wrap and tuck it into the back of the collar.

Moments like this are pure indulgence. Getting within close proximity of Dean years ago left your brain unable to process the simplest tasks. Breathing. Blinking. Talking. Eventually, you got a handle on your senses. Now, you could treat yourself to the experience of him on occasion in a myriad of ways. No one had to be the wiser that the mundane helped create many fantasies.

“Razor.”

Dean chuckles, presenting you with the razor over his shoulder. “It’s not surgery.”

“Hey, appreciate the seriousness with which I’m embracing this endeavor.” You step to his left. “Dean?”

He lifts his head to peer up from under the brim of his cap. “Yeah?” His blinks emphasize the question.

All that does is force you to focus on his pretty lashes and the eye color he’s daring you to try and describe in your head. The cheekbones and the manicured five o’clock shadow aren’t helping matters either. You swallow and remember what’s supposed to happen next. “Can’t do much with that hat on your head.”

“Oh. Right.” He sighs. “Just, no laughing, alright?”

You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze softly in confirmation. “No laughing. Promise.”

Dean exhales. You suck in your lips and hold your breath. He closes his eyes and peels the cap off.

You stare dumbfounded.

“Say whatever you gotta say,” Dean mumbles with scrunched features and shut lids.

Your vision clouds. Heart races. “It’s…”

“Awful,” he interrupts.

“Perfect,” you whisper.

Eyes open at the word. His gaze shoots up to meet yours. “Huh?”

Gone are the 90s dreamboat bangs he’s been growing out and tending to since 2020. In their place are a couple of directionless inches that need gel after the scrubbing, clipping, and hat matting. The Musca goo must have done most of its damage around the sides and back. In those areas, he’s shaved it short and close, done his best to fashion a fade that you imagine was muscle memory for him even after all these years. You eye the spot at the base of his skull that needs to be cleaned and tapered.  

You’re blinking, fighting back tears, utterly speechless.

Dean stares, total confusion lining his face. “Are you crying? Why the hell are you crying?” He taps the top of his head. “Shit… is it that fucking of a fiasco?”

“No.” You cover your mouth at the possibility a nervous laugh might spill out, which will only irritate him further. Moments pass as you struggle to steady your breath.

“Well, what the hell is it then?”

Dropping the hand covering your mouth, you beam down at him. “It’s you.” You could care less about what you were supposed to do with the razor in your hand. Instead, you perch your ass against the desk so you can lean back and take him in.

Dean’s eyes widen. You’ve seen that look of concern many times. “Yeeaaah. It’s me. Who else would it be? Do I need to get Sam?”

Your head shakes in amazement at the vision. “I haven’t seen this Dean since… damn, since before the pandemic. Since you and Sam made that bet, remember?”

“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Sam and I make lots of bets.”

“The one about you being unable to resist the temptation to take a razor to your hair during lockdown. I don’t even remember what the stakes were.”

Dean contemplates. “Hm. I haven’t got a clue. That was like, what, four years ago.” His lids shade the dark green of his irises. “This Dean?”

You nod. Your breath hitches at the swell of emotions rising. “The guy I first met.”

Dean shifts in the chair and leans forward. Every furrow and crinkle on his face melts away. His eyes appear to double in size as he waits for you to continue.

“My hero.” The whisper is a physical manifestation of how vulnerable and exposed you feel at Dean’s silent interrogation method. You press on. “The one that risked his life to save me… forever ago.”

He lifts one side of his mouth in a lopsided grin. “Sam was there, too, you know.”

You laugh. Cheeks warm at the adorably smug reaction. “Yes, you’re right. He was.”

Dean shakes his head. “Sam’s had the exact same haircut for years. I don’t see you crying every time you lay eyes on him. He’s a walking reminder of the guy you first met.”

“But he’s not you.” In your haste to provide an explanation, you realize you’ve said too much.

Dean’s mouth opens a fraction. His brows downturn. He’s working it out in his head in real-time.

You’re terrified.

A new smile forms. You think you spot a blush on his cheeks. “What else do you remember about this Dean?”

You shrug and tear your gaze from his. You don’t want your words to betray you again.

“Hm.” Dean rambles off a laundry list. “A lot of brooding back then, wasn’t there? I was a really good brooder. Hard to figure out? Distant, too, right? Definitely knew what was best for everybody. Stubborn jackass.”

You remain silent.

“Okay, still a stubborn jackass.”

You giggle. He joins in with a chuckle. Your anxiety eases and you find courage to look at him again.

“We’ve all changed in different ways, I guess. You, for example.” Dean gestures in your direction.

You stiffen. This could go many ways. You aren’t ready for any of them.

“You don’t take any of my shit, for one.” He raises a finger. “You're confident. You speak your mind. You have a life outside of these bunker walls.” Four fingers are on display for a while. He smiles and elongates his thumb. “But you still make this your home.”

“Every second of the life I’m able to live is because of you guys. I owe you everything. I’m lucky you let me make this my home.” You reason.

Dean’s smile drops. The open palm clenches into a fist and rests on his thigh. “You don’t owe us anything.”

“You and Sam did all that for me without batting an eye. You didn’t expect anything in return. You and Sam gave me so much more than I could ever repay. You gave me a second chance. You gave me a home.” You shrug and smile. “You became my home.”

He studies the floor and smirks, stating more to himself, “Not the only long-standing bet I’ve lost to Sam today.” Dean inhales and sits tall, focusing back on you. He nods, slow and calculated. “So, perfect, huh?” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t get a big head.”

“A little late for that.” He grins and reclines back. “Would you go so far as to say this Dean” – he sweeps his hands in front of his figure in a dramatic gesture – “is irresistible?”

You exhale. “I don’t know if I’d say irresistible.”

He licks his lips. “Whew. Well, that’s good. I mean, otherwise, you’d have the same problem I have.”

You drop the razor on the desk and cross your hands over your chest. “What problem would that be?”

A heated gaze, beginning at your socked feet, rakes over you with his answer. “How much I find every fucking thing about you irresistible. You could shave your head and wear a potato sack, and I’d still have to keep my feelings in check.” You're practically on fire by the time his eyes lock with yours. “Every goddamn second of every day I’m around you.”

“This would be one of those times I don’t take any of your shit,” you scoff and squint back.

It’s his turn to clutch his hand to his chest. “You think I’m lying?”

“I think you’re having a little too much fun at the expense of my soul-baring.”

“Wanna bet?” 

Dean’s voiced that question countless times. Tonight, though, certainty laces his words.

He seems to take your silence as the only needed response. “Kiss me.”

“Wh-hat?”

“If you think you can resist, kiss me, and it’s a one-and-done.” His brows lift. “But if you can’t… Well, I might not leave this room anytime soon.”

“That doesn’t sound like a wager. More like a dare.” You straighten your stance. “Besides, you’re assuming…”

He grumbles out an interruption, “Sounds like somebody’s stalling.”

Your mouth snaps shut.

“Maybe we both take the armor off for a night. Take a chance on something that could be awesome.” Dean posits. His hands rub the cloth atop his thighs. “I can make it awesome.” The tone is low and promising. “If it helps, I’m this Dean tonight. We can worry about that Dean tomorrow.” He smiles, reaches a hand out to you, and nods in encouragement.

He’s struggling to play it cool, keep his emotions in check. You’ve seen this Dean before. He’s inhaling and exhaling fast through his nose. His jaw clenches and it cracks your resolve even further.

You drop your shield and let this Dean win you over. 

You melt, wrapping your fingers over his. This Dean’s touch electrifies every cell and awakens every dormant hope you had put to rest. He tugs you into his space. His lead forces the parting of your legs in order for his thigh to slot between. You hover. Your chin drops to your chest while his chin tips up high to hold your gaze. His body heat pulses off him like a vibrational energy. “Kiss me.” It’s the sweetest and softest request you’ve ever heard this Dean utter.

Your fingers trace along the freshly shaved hair over his right ear. It’s slippery and smooth in one direction, scritch-scratchy in the other. You can study every battle scar on this handsome canvas. No bangs of curtains or overgrown beard can hide them from you now. 

His lips part and release a deep sigh. Your fingers slip down his neck. Warm hands rest on the curve of your hips.

“I won’t be able to resist you,” you whisper.

“Good,” he hums. He’s guiding you with a firm grip to straddle his thigh. Then, there’s an encouraging push with a large palm and splayed fingers against the middle of your back. The sweet smell of coconut hits. Your gaze zones onto that bowed top lip. The way the plump bottom one parts from it to grant entrance.

Dean huffs an impatient groan you are all too familiar with. “You don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna kiss you.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?” you tease.

“More like a warning.” His voice is gruff and deep.

You hold back a moan at the sound, then dip down and do as you’re told.

Everything about the kiss is eager and rushed. Together you’re a tangle of limbs and fever pitch need. You’re pressed tight and right to his body - all muscle-tense and trigger-ready. His lips respond in kind to your every brush, swipe, and nudge for more and more.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he murmurs through the kiss.

You gasp in satisfaction at the intention. 

His lips skim to your jaw, under your ear, then down your neck. “I gotta know that’s what you want.”

“Yes, Dean.”

Another hum thrums against your skin. You shiver as fingers creep under the hem of your t-shirt. His nose nuzzles along the frayed v-neck collar. He cups your breasts under the fabric. A thumb and finger twists one of your nipples even more erect. Teeth scraping and tongue lapping over the other fabric-covered nipple draw a strained moan out of your throat.

Soon the shirt is tugged hastily over your head for removal. Then you feel his mouth and hands all over your breasts again, unencumbered.

You’re a panting, heaving mess riding his thigh like you’re on an X-rated carousel. You arch your chest into his face. He’s slurping and sucking your nerve endings into the stratosphere. He pops a tit out of his mouth long enough to order, “Yeah, come for me so I can fuck that nice wet pussy.”

Dean staring at you, commanding you to come for him, is the tipping point you need to orgasm hard and fast.

“Yeah.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and clamps his mouth to yours. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.” He steals every gasp of air you expel with his inhales.

You’re tingling all over. He peels you off his thigh to sandwich his standing body to yours. He towers over you. He’s stiff and erect in his sweats, pressed into your lower tummy. His hands sweep up and down the channel of your spine.

“This Dean’s got a lot to make up for.” His tongue licks at your lips. “But I gotta be inside you right now.”

You nod. “You got five seconds to get me naked and on that bed.”

Never let it be said that Dean Winchester is not up for a challenge.

The chair behind him is now careening towards the bedroom door on all four legs. You scream-giggle as he lifts you into the air while he twirls, then tosses you onto the mattress, bouncing at the impact.

The sound of the chair crashing and toppling into a corner does nothing to distract you from watching Dean tunnel out of his t-shirt, kick off his slippers, and hopscotch out of his pants and boxers. His hard, thick cock springs to attention.

Fuck. You want every inch of that deep inside you.

He hooks his fingers onto the hem of your pants and manages to pull your socks off along with them. Kneeing onto the bed, he croons, “Been wanting you for so long, baby.”

Your head falls back into the cushion of the mattress, woozy from Dean’s actions and confession. “Probably been wanting you longer.”

Your panties are off and tossed over his shoulder next. “You don’t gotta wait anymore.” He grips under your knees and drags you to him. He slides over the wet heat of your folds and hisses, “Wanna fuck you without a condom.”

You whimper, “Just fuck me already.”

He smiles, grabs his cock – that must be fitted with a pussy homing device – and pistons into your entrance without any further mother fucking ado.

You gasp at the searing heat and sharp pain of him stretching you open. But he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s minding how your facial features accept the brunt of each thrust and the agonizing slow release of his cock. Over and over. His descent is just as slow as he fucks. But eventually, your legs clamp around his waist and he wraps you in an embrace. Chests plastered together, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Your fingers inch into what remains of his bangs. You pull at the hair and Dean groans out, “Yeah.”

It’s lovely and languid for however long you both have the patience. The feel of him everywhere and inside is something you don’t ever want to end. But there’s a second orgasm building. The thought of Dean spilling into you has your walls clench in impatience around his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunts, face tucked along your neck. You lift your head up to enjoy the view of his undulating back and curvy ass clenching and raising as his fucking gains momentum. You pull at his hair again. “Fuuuck.”

He stills, turns to stone, and you feel his cock pulse and warmth spill inside. Moments later, a hand wedges between your bodies to thumb your clit and trigger your second orgasm.

You cry out his name.

“I got you, baby,” Dean whispers into your ear. And he does. Not letting go and practically swaddling you with his body. The sexiest weighted blanket on the planet.

You smile and stroke – instead of pulling – at his hair. “Who’s got me exactly? This Dean or That Dean?”

He sighs, sounding winded. “You get all the versions. Whether you like it or not.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He leans back to stare at you. “Yeah?” He’s red and flushed and the happiest you’ve ever seen him. “Even if I grow my hair out again?”

You nod. “Yeah. More for me to pull.”

Dean groans and flops to his back beside you, chuckling.

You listen to the rhythm of your collective breathing slow down and regulate. His fingers brush along the flesh of your thigh. “Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Earlier, you said something about losing two bets to Sam today. What was the other one?”

“Asshole told me you had a thing for me years ago. Let’s hold off on telling him he was right, or I’m doing his laundry for an entire year.”

“I don’t think we have to tell him anything, Dean. I’m pretty sure he heard everything.”

“Hm. You’re right.” He’s up on an elbow, staring down at you. “Maybe text him that code thing? That might get him out of the bunker for a while.”

You blink. “Code?”

“Don’t play coy now.” Dean shakes his head. “But what’s the ‘66’ mean?”

You bite your lip.

He waits.

“It was Sam’s idea.”

He waits.

“The 66 Seals.” 

Dean cringes.

You shrug. “Too soon?”

“And he says I have a twisted sense of humor.” Dean yawns. He finds the edge of the comforter you both are lying atop and tosses it over your naked bodies. “So, will you still clean me up in the back? Maybe wait until morning, though?”

“Absolutely.” You snuggle into his chest, secure that Dean will wake up next to you in the morning. “If you don’t look good, we don’t look good.”

It takes a beat before Dean responds with a teasing smack to the back of your head, followed by a kiss on your forehead. “Wiseass.”

[galoogamelady]

I got an Xbox for my birthday a month ago and I recently downloaded Fallout 4 (totally not bc of Buttons..) and I wondered if there’s a specific order to play them? If so, which one should I play first? :}

Depends on how deep you want to get into it, I guess? If they're available on Xbox and you are up for the original turn-based games, I would start with that. Don't let anyone tell you that they're unenjoyable, I played through the original Fallout in 2020 and had a BLAST! So in that case I would go Fallout -> Fallout 2 (I still gotta play this but I keep putting it off because I know I'll be too into it) -> Fallout 3 -> Fallout New Vegas (still gotta finish this myself, might just start over) -> Fallout 4 The latter 3 also have DLC-s you should get, especially for Fo3 and NV.

I've seen people recommend new fans to start with Fo4 and work their way back, I'm not sure why... Playing Fo3 right after Skyrim really showed its age, and the difference is even larger between Fo3 and Fo4. I think it's easier to start with the less intuitive titles and better to start with the original vision but I understand turn-based stuff is not everyone's cup of tea (no I don't, look at how successful Baldur's Gate 3 is and Act 3 was a PILE OF BUGS!). There's also Fallout Tactics as part of the old games but ehh I think it's one of those titles most fans don't count as canon. (Except my ex, who for some reason? thought it was the best shit) And we don't talk about Fallout Brotherhood of Steel. I think you couldn't play that one even if you wanted to, probably for the best. I can't say I recommend Fallout 76, perhaps if you don't have more Fallout content left to consume and you don't mind nonsense lore stuff and just want to hang out with your friends. I have it but I can't say it brings me more joy than idk... Rust. It's just surface level Fallout for me.

This is just my personal take obviously, feel free to ask other fans.