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thefatedthoughtofyou · 3 months

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Switch It Up

Gator Tillman x Kirby Rivers (oc) x Win Lewis (oc)

♤ Summary: Kirby teaches Gator some things in the bedroom. Things get a little out of hand. (In a good way)

♤ Warnings: sex. This is all sex. Trans oc (Kirby uses he/him), Gator x oc x oc, threesome. The more indepth tags im gonna put under the cut cuz it's... its all sex stuff okay here we gooooo!

♤ A/N: look @jozstankovich i finally wrote iiittttt!!!! Gonna tag @thecreelhouse too! If you aren't into smut stuff please go no further friend! I will not be offended but i never want to presume everyone is into sex stuff cuz i know some people arent!!! 🧡🤣🤣🤣🧡

18+ Under The Cut!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

♤ Extra Warnings: trans sex, Kirby is a boy but he has a vagina, and they use terms for that. Mostly "cunt" i think, cum eating, overstimulation, blow jobs, fingering, oral (everyone receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it y'all), i wanna say.... cream pie? Not 100% on what that 100% includes but i wanna say its in there, switching! Allllll these fuckers switch!!! They switch more than costumes on Broadway okay??? And you have to love that for them. God i hope that's it, enjoy!!!!

Kirby wipes the back of his hand across his face as Gator lowers himself to his knees next to him. Win's panting on the bed, her thighs still shaking, tremors volting through her body.

"You're better at that than me." Gator mutters, his hands on his knees. Kirby readjustes his knees, they're starting to ache from overuse. He narrows his eyes, staring at Gator.

"What?" Gator asks, leaning away a bit.

"Gimme a pillow for my knees. I'm gonna teach you somethin'." Kirby nods toward the head of the bed, Gator scrambles back up to grab one, Win gasps on the bed and pushes herself up onto her elbows to look at Kirby, and then Gator, who settles beside him again after he gets the pillow under Kirby's knees.

Win's shaking hand moves down, between her legs and Kirby slaps it, pointing at her with a look.

"No touching. You gonna be good?" He asks, head tilted. She bites her lip, her chest heaving as she looks at them, and nods. Kirby smiles, nods at her, gives her knee a squeeze.

"Good girl." He praises, and then turns to Gator.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, hands on his knees still, his cock hard and pressing against his belly. Kirby's eyes linger there, he fades.

"Kirby." Gator snaps his fingers in front his face, Kirby shakes his head, blinks a few times.

"Sorry, distracted. Ummmmm... here. Gimme your arm." Kirby instructs. Gator frowns.

"I don't get to touch her?" He nods to Win, up on her elbows watching them again, her face is still flushed from the three rolling orgasms Kirby just pushed her through, but her breathing is finally leveling out. Kirby watches her pout mockingly at Gator before he looks back to him.

"Not yet. She's fine for now. Needs a little break." Kirby says, giving her a knowing look.

"Presumptuous." She mumbles. Kirby presses his tongue to his teeth, eyebrow cocked on his forehead and moves his hand up her leg slowly. Her breathing falters as his hand moves higher. Her teeth dig into her lip when his fingertips reach her folds, he smirks at her and pressed his fingers in, deep, his thumb pressing straight against her clit and circling. Her head slams back, fingers clenched in the sheets.

"Kirby! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll wait!" She screams, overstimulation clenching her muscles, he whole body bearing down on his fingers. He pulls them out, slow, circles her clit one more time, her body jerking, manic laughter bubbling out of her as she lays there twitching. He pats at her inner thigh, fingers soaking wet.

"That's what I thought. Just watch sweetheart. It'll make it better later. You trust me?" Kirby asks, his hand curling around her calf soothingly. She presses up onto her elbows again.

"I trust you." She breathes, and smiles at him. Her eyes moving to Gator at the same time Kirby's do. He turns to him, holds out his hand, and smiles when Gator places his wrist in Kirby's palm.

"I'm gonna teach you what it should feel like okay? The ways you should be moving your tongue." Kirby's eyes are wide, waiting for Gator to respond. He swallows roughly, his throat working, and nods.

"Okay. I'm- yeah. That sounds...nice." His pupils are blown, his eyes almost black as he watches and waits for Kirby to start. Kirby smiles at him, presses a chaste kiss to Gator's palm, and then moves his mouth to his wrist and starts his lessons.

He moves his tongue slowly at first, the salty tange on Gators skin making his mouth water, he moans against Gator's pulse point and tugs him closer. His eyes are closed but he can feel Gator squirming next to him, pressing his thighs together. Kirby's been doing the same since he got on his knees for their girl. His thighs have to be slick by now, there's no way he's not fucking dripping. He pulls back, his mouth popping off of Gator's wrist loudly. He hears Win sigh on the bed above them.

"Okay, now show me what I just did to you." Kirby orders, holds his own arm out to Gator. He frowns.

"What? My arm not good enough?" Kirby asks, chastising.

"No! No it's fine. I just-" Gator voice stalls, his eyes fall to the floor.

"Hey." Kirby moves two fingers under his chin, lifts his head.

"Tell me what you want." Kirby says, easy. Gator swallows.

"I wanna touch you." Gator says, his voice quiet. Kirby smiles.

"You can touch me. Use my shoulder, c'mhere." Kirby shifts a little, angles himself toward Gator more and he's against him immediately. Gator's arms around him, hands pressing into the warm skin of his back, his mouth hovering over Kirby's shoulder.

"Go ahead."

Kirby closes his eyes, focuses on the soft slide of Gator's tongue against his skin, moans and grabs at Gator when he moves his tongue perfectly, exactly the way Kirby had against his skin.

"Okay okay." Kirby breathes, pushes Gator back, away from him, his hands linger on Kirby's naked hips.

"Did I do good?" Gator asks, his eyes wide, expecting, and Kirby's happy to see, there's no lingering worry or fear, that Kirby might be mean to him, might tell him he's worthless. Kirby and Win had been working hard to erase that feeling from their boy. And it was working. Kirby cupped his cheek, snorted a laugh when Gator moved his hand over his ribs, tickling,

"You did perfect. Lemme show you somethin else." Kirby smiles, held his hand out again. Gator immediately moved his wrist into it. Kirby looked up Win, she was sitting now, elbows on her knees as she looked down over the end of the bed, watching them. She smiled, her teeth pulling over her bottom lip.

"He's so good for us." She sighed, moving her foot out, pressing it to Gator's shoulder, he curled his fingers around her ankle and held her there. Needing the contact.

Kirby lowered his mouth to Gator's skin again, and felt Win's hand move into his hair, not guiding, just resting there, that touch, keeping them all connected. Gator whined high in his throat and Kirby pulled back again, goofy grin on his face.

"What the fuck was that?" Gator asked. His eyes wide, he looked between Kirby and Win. Kirby snorted, Win laughed, flopped back on the bed, her hands laying across her stomach.

"Oh I'm pretty sure I know exactly what that was." She laughed, her foot still resting against Gator's shoulder, it angled her knee up a bit and both boys leaned a little to the left, gawking as she exposed herself.

She clears her throat and they both look up at her, eyes wide and innocent and needy.

"Weren't you in the middle of something?" She asks, voice a little lower than normal, knowing look on her face. Kirby blinks up at her, slowly, she laughs again and lifts her other leg, toes at his cheek until he's facing Gator again.

"Teaching him." She says, her voice fond as she drops both her legs away from them, crossing her ankles and closing her legs.

"Right. Yes. That was- yes. I was doing that." Kirby nods, shakes his head once and pulls at Gator's arm again.

"Watch." Is all he says before moving his mouth back to Gator's skin. He keeps his lips off him, sticks his tongue out a little farther, lets Gator watch the way he moves and swirls and presses his tongue to him. Gator watches with wide eyes, whining again when Kirby moves his tongue just right.

"Fuck." Gator breathes, leaning closer, his free hand clamped down on his own thigh, his cock is nearly purple against his stomach now.

"Can I?" He asks, looking at Kirby. Kirby smiles, nods, tilts his head to the side and lets Gator in.

He curls his arms around Kirby, pulls him up onto his knees, taller, as he mouths at his neck, his collar bones, Kirby squirming in his arms.

"Fuck, Gate. You're such a fast learner." Kirby laughs, grabbing at him, pulling him closer as his tongue moves perfectly against his skin. He feels Gator's teeth and knows he's getting lost. Getting distracted. Kirby moves his hands into his hair.

"Want me to help you with this?" Kirby asks, moving his thigh just so, pressing it against Gator's cock trapped between them.

"Mhm." Gator whines into his neck.

"Yeah? How do you want me?" Kirby asks, his hands moving down Gator's back, pulling him closer, grinding against him.

"I want your mouth." Gator sighs, nosing into Kirby's hair.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, pulls back, looks at Gator.

"You want my mouth cuz that's what she got?" He asks, knowing the answer already. Gator nods, doesn't speak, his eyes glassy.

"Yeah? Somebody jealous?" Kirby teases, hears Win chuckle next to him. Gator nods again, licks his lips.

"That's okay sweetheart. No need to be jealous. You know I'll give you whatever you want right?" Kirby asks, cupping Gator's cheek. He nods again, slow.

"Yeah I know. Know you'll take care'a me." He says, voice syrupy, he nods again. Kirby nods back, kisses his cheek.

"Up on the bed." Kirby pats his cheek and smiles when Gator scrambles back up onto the bed, he moves so his back is against the headboard. Kirby crawls onto the bed thankfully, glad to give his knees a rest. He lays on his stomach between Gator's legs.

"This isn't- I mean I'm not-" Gator stammers, looking down at him, his hands flexing in the sheets beside his legs.

"Not gonna last long?" Kirby asks, eyes up and on Gator. He shakes his head.

"Fuck I love that. So fucking much." He crawls up then, kisses Gator deep, licks into his mouth and pulls back again before Gator can catch up.

"Fucking cum down my throat. I want it." Kirby growls, slides back down to his stomach, mouths at Gator's hip for a minute.

"Jesus Christ." Gator breathes, his chest heaving.

"Gonna let me help you pretty boy?" Win's voice in Kirby's ears, her breath tickling the skin just behind it, her hand moves over his back, slow, over his ribs and hip, slower. He feels her lay next to him, chest pressed against his side, sees her other hand move and lace together with Gator's.

"Am I pretty boy right now?" Kirby asks, peppering kisses across Gator's hip, moving closer, licking at his happy trail, smiling into the skin there as Gator squirms.

"You're always a pretty boy." She breathes, her breath hot against his ear.

"Lemme touch you. Make you feel good. Wanna watch my good boys cum together." She sighs, drags her teeth across his shoulder. Kirby shivers, feels her hand move down, away from his hip, over his ass, she moves her nails gently against the inside of his thigh, his hips move against the matress.

"Yeah. Fuck yes. Touch me please." Kirby begs, moves his mouth to the base of Gator's cock, as Win moves her fingers up, moves them over Kirby's slick thighs as Kirby swallows Gator, his throat opening for him as Win whispers,

"You're so fucking wet baby. So fucking good for us." As she presses two fingers into Kirby, slow, pulls them back out as he whines around the cock in his throat.

"You're our good boy aren't you? Hmm? Taking us both so fucking well." She adds a third finger, it goes in easy, Kirby's so wet, his hips rolling against the matress, pressing her fingers deeper as she licks and bites at his shoulder.

"Mhmm." He hums, his throat vibrating as Gator fucks his hips up into his mouth.

"Jesus fuck. You're fucking mouth." Gator groans, hands clenching in the sheets, and to Win's hand, their fingers still laced together.

"He feels so good doesn't he Gate, so wet and warm?" She coos, her fingers making obscene sounds as they move into him over and over. Gator's free hand clamps down on Kirby's head, fingers tangling in his hair, pushing his cock deeper.

Tears fall down Kirby's face as he forces himself deeper, Win's slick fingers moving over Kirby's clit now, her mouth clamping down on his shoulder, teeth sinking deep. Kirby whines around the cock shoved in his throat, his cunt squeezing Win's fingers as he cums, humming again as Gator fucks up hard, cumming down his throat with a yell.

Kirby stays on him until his cock is soft, and then pulls back with an obscene pop, gasping a little, he licks at his lips, his tongue sticky. Win's nuzzles into his shoulder. Kisses the mark she made.

"Fuck." Gator sighs, finally going limp with Kirby's mouth off him.

"I mean... fuck." He says, chest heaving. Kirby laughs, his cheek resting on Gator's hip.

"Such a way with words." He sighs, feels Win roll away from him, he reaches for her, draps his arm over her stomach after she wiggles her way up closer to Gator.

"Was it good for you too?" She asks, her eyes on Kirby. He scrunches his nose.

"You couldn't tell?" He asks, feeling sleepy, nuzzling his face against Gator's dick, making him squirm again.

"No I could tell." She says, sounding satisfied with herself.

"I couldn't tell." Gator lies. Looking between them both.

"Oh no?" Win asks. Gator shakes his head.

"Well here. Lemme show you." She grabs at Kirby's arm, yanks him up to lay between them, he goes easily enough, pliant and fucked out.

"Here." Kirby hears her say, his eyes falling shut, and then he feels hands on him, and then fingers in him.

"Mmm! Fuck!" He cries, his legs trying to close at the stimulation, Gator laughs, one hand hooked under Kirby's knee, keeping them apart. His other hand next to Win's, knuckle deep in his dripping cunt.

"Fuckpleasefuck." Kirby begs, his hips twitching and rolling.

"Is that what you want? Hmm? Want me to fuck you?" Gator asks, hums in his ear as he shoves his fingers deeper.

"Fuck. Mmm- ah! Please! Yes!" Kirby writhes between them, Win pulling at his other leg now, keeping them apart as she cirlces her thumb around his clit. Gator pulls his fingers out, moves them up Kirby's stomach and then sucks them into his mouth. He licks them clean and then he's moving, he's on top of Kirby in the time it takes him to blink.

"Fuck. She was right. You did enjoy that didn't you? Taste so good." He breathes into Kirby mouth, licking into him and letting him taste himself. Kirby can feel him hard against his stomach again already. He nods, letting Gator know he's right, he did fucking enjoy it.

"Wanna enjoy me now too?" Gator asks, doesn't wait for an answer as Win's hand between them lines him up. He sinks into Kirby easily, slips into him deep as Kirby claws at his back and cries out, tears falling into his hair as Gator fucks him.

"Take me so good baby. Like you're fuckin made for it. My pretty little boy." Gator growls, his hips slamming into Kirby, their skin slapping against each other.

Kirby feels fingers press against his clit, his hips slam up into Gator's. He feels more than hears Win laughing against his ear. Her breath hot, her lips even hotter when they mouth at the skin of his shoulder again.

"You want more? Hmm? Sweet boy? You can take more can't you?" She hums, her fingers moving down, pushing in next to Gator's cock, he and Kirby moan into each other mouths at the new pressure.

"More! please! Want it. Need it." Kirby whines, hips rolling, nails digging into Gator's back, and then Win's arm when she grabs him, both of them clutching at each other across Gator's back.

"I've got you baby. We've got you. Gonna give you what you need." Gator soothes, kisses his cheek and then pushes hismelf up onto his hands. He braces himself, hands on Kirby's hips, shifts his knees a little and pounds into him. His cock buried deep on every thrust, Win's fingers pushing in next to him, stretching him wider as Kirby cries, squirming beneath them as they push him over the edge, his whole body shaking as Gator fucks him into the matress.

"He's gonna cum inside you pretty boy. Fill that pretty cunt. That what you want honey?" Win purrs, voice rough and deep in his ear.

"Y-y-yes. Pl-please." Kirby begs, his hands above his head now, slammed against the headboard, his fingers clawing at it as Gator fucks him deeper, his hips stuttering as he gets closer.

"Such a good boy for us. Always saying please." She teases, moves her hand away from his cunt, up his stomach, nails scratching lightly at his skin as Gator keeps moving. She moves her hand back down, slow, over his clit again, making him scream, and then presses her fingers back in, slides them in beside Gator's cock and pushes them both over the edge again. Gator falling foward, hips snapped tight agaisnt Kirby's, cum filling his cunt as he licks at Kirby's neck, both of them moaning and whining into each others skin.

Kirby's soft laughter fills the room, airy and manic. The way it always does when they fuck him good. His hands still clawing at Gator's back. Gator stays inside him. Win pulls her arm from between them and snuggles close to them both.

"You okay sweetheart?" She breathes, kissing Kirby's cheek. He nods slowly, laughter still bubbling out of him, Gator pulls out of him, cock soft, and he laughs again, tucking his head into Gator's neck.

"Didn't hurt you did I?" Gator asks, lifting his hips as Kirby shakes his head. Gator looks between them, shoves Kirby's leg up a bit, shifts his hips just right and watches his cum drip out of him.

"Fuuuuuck. You're fucking perfect." Gator groans, moves his hand down, presses his fingers through his cum and curls them. Win groans as she watches him lift his hand, suck his fingers into his mouth and then reach for her. She goes willing, opening her mouth and letting Gator slip his cum covered tongue into her mouth. Both of them moaning as they taste him and Kirby on their tongues.

"Jesus fuck." Kirby breathes, watching them, his breathing calming slowly. He watches them both swallow and then look at him.

"What was that for? I was supposed to be teaching him, to fuck you better. Not... not this." Kirby waves his hand around weakly. Win snorts as Gator gets up, walks into the bathroom.

"Well you're such a good teacher, I thought maybe a preemptive thank you was in order." Win said, pressing again Kirby's side again, her hand moving over his chest and up his neck, angling his head toward her so she could kiss him. Her salty tongue licks into his mouth and he sighs, deep, as she pulls back.

"Well thanks. It was... it was fuckin great." Kirby says, smiling as she laughs into his shoulder. Gator comes back with a warm washcloth, wipes Kirby clean and tosses it to the side.

"What about me?" Win huffs, playful as she spreads her legs. Gator smiles, but his eyes go dark as he curls his fingers around her ankle.

"I'm not done with you yet." Gator says, his voice low. Win digs her teeth into her lip, plants her feet, her heels digging into the sheets.

"Oh yeah? Got some new moves you wanna try?" She asks, lifting up onto her elbows as Gator crawls and kneels between her legs.

"Yeah. Gonna see if I can make you scream the way he can." Gator jerks his head in Kirby's direction, Win lets her head fall to the side, looks at Kirby too. His eyes are closed, one leg bent at the knee, putting him on full display, but his hands are resting on his stomach. He doesn't look at them as he raises one and gives them a thumbs up.

"Good luck soldier. Make me proud." He says, voice soft and fucked out, he drops his hand back to his stomach as Gator lays down, his head between Win's legs.

"Gonna make me scream then?" Win teases, her legs bouncing slowly, like butterfly wings around Gator. He lets her knees fall back down and clamps his hands down on them, spreading her legs wide and holding them down against the matress.

"That's the plan, yeah." He says, looking up at her. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, like she's gonna challenge him again and he moves. Latches his mouth onto her and moves his tongue the way Kirby showed him. Whatever words she may have been about to say fall away as she falls to the bed.

She moans deep in her throat as he keeps going, licking and sucking until she's shaking beneath him. Her eyes squeezed tight, hands clenched in the sheets for what very well might be the hundredth time today. Her thighs are starting to shake when she hears Kirby say,

"Here. Slip two in there. And curl them like this." And she feels his slender fingers slip inside her, curling perfectly the way they always do, hitting that spot inside her like no one ever had before. She snaps her head up, looks down to see both boys between her legs.

She watches Kirby lean close to Gator, feels his fingers pull out of her. She watches him move his hand over Gator's on her thigh and hears him whisper,

"Lemme show you." Into Gator's ear. Gator's face is all focus, his other hand droping down her thigh, his thumb moving to replace his mouth on her clit. She gasps at the change, opens her mouth to encourage them when she feels four fingers press into her, her head slamming back again.

"Right here." Kirby says, and she feels Gator's fingers hit that perfect spot. Feels Kirby's fingers from the other side, moving Gator's, showing him how to do it. And then Kirby curls their fingers together, filling her up and pressing inside her as Gator leans back down, his tongue finding her clit again as Kirby presses their fingers in deeper, a little harder.

She cums with a scream, hands shoving at them both, trying to push them away, to stop the over stimulation as her body shakes and clenches around them both.

"Not yet." She hears Kirby say, feels Gator's fingers push deeper, feels Kirby's slick ones cover her clit before Gator's mouth is there again.

And then Kirby is kissing her, moving his tongue in her mouth the way Gator's moving his over her clit and she's fucking thrown over the edge again, moaning and crying into Kirby's mouth as he kisses her through it.

Her body shakes for almost two mintes after their done with her. Gator wiping her down and both boys curling around her after. Kirby's head resting on her breast, his hand resting just below her belly button. Gator's got her tucked under his chin, his hand resting around her ribs.

"You okay babes?" Kirby asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nods, smiles slowly, and breathes out a laugh.

"Yeah. Okay is... an understatement." She chuckles, her hand resting on Kirby's arm giving him a squeeze.

"So I- I did good. That was better than before?" Gator asks, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

"Yeah Gate, you did fucking amazing." She compliments, moving to kiss him, dislodging Kirby from her chest with a sqwuak. She gets settled back down and he licks a hot stripe across her boob before settling back down himself.

"Hey! Watch it!" She teases, slapping at him.

"Oh I was. Hence the lick." He grins up at her, she rolls her eyes, but watches his grin turn into a syrupy sleepy smile as he cuddles closer. His arm reaching across her to grab at Gator too. Both her boys angle themselves closer, holding each other as they hold onto her.

They lay there until the sun falls, shadows dancing off into the dark as they drift in and out of sleep. Eventually showering together before they all hobble and waddle and limp into the kitchen. They scour the pantry and then talk and laugh as Kirby makes them dinner, the others watching as their beautiful boy cooks for them, in his pretty little apron, no shirt on underneath.

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duckugou · 3 years

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What if y/n was having a girls night and they started talking about lewd stuff or kinks (maybe they were playing T or D? Idk) and the mha guys they liked or are in a relationship with BUTTT it turns out they boys were eavesdropping ANDD THEY GOT ALL HOT AND BOTHERED AND WANTED TO FULFILL Y/ns FANTASY💘💦 you can pick which one ends up with y/n……….I’m not super sure how your requests work (I didn’t find your rules) uh so if it doesn’t work like this please ignore this 🙈😳🤭 thank you

skrtttt my first request! I made a rule page after seeing this bc i realized that i didnt have one- but YES okay onward-

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sleepover fantasies

bakugou x fem!reader

aged up! american college AU

I made some changes but kept the basic idea of the request! I hope you enjoyyy!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: SMUT, Nosy ass boys, sex toys, discussion about fantasies and kinks, choking mentioned, impact play mentioned, choking, face fucking mentioned, the name princess used, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, gagging on fingers, cream pie, small aftercare, the whole fic is sexual, not proofread

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Being in college meant more work and less time with friends. Obviously, this takes a toll on a whole group of friends that have been together for years. So, naturally, Mina and Kirishima decide to plan a once a month group sleepover at their shared apartment just off campus.

A lot of the time, it started with everyone- Denki, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Deku, Todoroki, Mina, Y/n, Ochako, Jirou, Asui, and Momo- in the living room lightly drinking, smoking, playing Mario Kart, debating random shit that didn't matter, and ordering food. It would always end with the guys in the living room and the girls in Mina and Kirishima's shared bedroom.

And thats exactly how tonight went.

Tossing their bags in various spots around the room, Jirou found herself sat on the floor next to Momo- who was half asleep. Ochako and Asui sat on bean bags they dragged in from the living room. Mina and Y/n flopped themselves on the bed. A collective sigh rang through the room as the girls were all relieved to be away from the guys for the time being.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP- YOU CHEATED SPARKY." Bakugou's voice was loud enough to boom through the shut bedroom door.

"I DID NOT- AND EVEN IF I DID YOU CANT KILL ME-" Denki sounded panicked.

"LIKE HELL I CANT-" Bakugou shouted back, the sound of Kirishima trying to calm the angrier of the blondes down made the girls laugh.

"God- how do they have so much energy still?" Momo asked, leaning her head on Jirous shoulder with her eyes closed.

"How are you so tired? Its like- 10 pm." Mina asked, laying on her stomach facing the girl in question.

"This week sucked- too many tests and projects all at once." Momo responded with closed eyes.

"Oh my god- me too! Why do all professors plan this shit in the same week?" Ochako piped in, earning a nod of agreement from Asui.

"They're all in on it together Im convinced." Asui added, making Jirou giggle.

"Just wanna see us fail-" Jirous thought was interrupted.

"YOU FUCKIN NASTY BITCH." Y/n yelled, hopping up from the bed, pink vibrator and a pair of keys in hand.

"OH MY GOD NO-" Mina tried to get the pink toy out of Y/ns hand to no avail as she jumped on the bed away from her.

"What the hell?!" Ochako asked, marveling at the scene playing out in front of her.

"WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THESE ON THE NIGHT STAND-" Y/n asked.

"ITS CLEAN I SWEAR- IT NEEDED TO DRY OFF FROM BEING CLEANED OFF." Mina exclaimed, snatching the toy from Y/n's hand.

"What the hell are these for?" Y/n asked, flopping back down onto the bed, dangling the keys in front of her face.

"I think I could tell ya-" Jirou said, pointing to the headboard where one end of a pair of cuffs was locked.

"YOU DIRTY BITCH-" Y/n started laughing.

"Oh shut up, he looked fuckin good today and I couldn't wait until everyone left tomorrow." Mina laughed with her, taking the keys from her and unlocking the cuffs from the bed.

Mina crouched down under next to the bed, pulling out a big black box.

"You're fuckin kidding me." Jirou said.

"No way!" Ochako leaned forward to see what was in the box.

"Oh my god youre all children!" Mina yelled, opening the box of sex toys and putting the toy, cuffs, and keys back where they belong.

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The unusually high amount of commotion coming from the room where the girls were got all of the guys' attention.

"Theyre loud tonight." Kirishima said, starting the obvious.

"Thanks captain obvious." Bakugou scoffed.

"Shut up!" Kirishima said, throwing a pillow at Bakugous head.

"I wonder what the commotion is." Sero said, thinking out loud.

"Wanna find out?" Denki asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What, just go in and ask why theyre being loud? Thats rude." Todoroki inquired.

"No, you simple minded man. We eavesdrop!" Denki exclaimed as if it were obvious.

"No! We cant- thats invading their privacy!" Deku's face reddened.

"You're such a pussy." Bakugou said to the green haired boy, throwing the pillow at him instead of back at Kiri.

"C'monnnn they HAVE to be talking about something good- we never know what they do in there!" Denki said, thinking of his deepest fantasies.

"Oh god- what are you thinking about in that tiny brain?" Sero asked, tapping Denki's forehead.

"C'mon! I'm going- it's gotta be interesting." Denki said, walking towards the room.

The remaining boys sat in silence until Sero stood and followed Denki. "He has a point- they could be talking shit."

"It could be something embarrassing and funny! I could always use more ammo against Mina. C'mon." Kirishima said, Standing, dragging Bakugou with him.

The remaining boys followed, not wanting to be left out, Deku muttering to himself about privacy.

Leaned up against the door, Denki signaled the guys to be silent.

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"NO WHAT IS THAT ONE-" Y/n yelled, lunging forward to the box, reaching in. She and Mina were always closer than the rest of the girls, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. They invaded each others personal space and belongings on the daily.

She pulled out an O gag, holding it up in awe.

"It's to keep my mouth open." Mina explained simply with a small smirk.

"Oh my god." Y/n felt like she discovered the secrets of the world in this box. "What about this?" She asked, the rest of the girls gathering around, Momo suddenly more awake than ever.

"That one-" Mina took the toy from Y/n. "-is a vibrating butt plug."

"Holy shit." Y/n sat back on her butt, wanting to learn what everything was.

"Is that a fucking whip?" Momo asked.

"Sure is- I like that shit." Mina said plainly, holding the small whip in her hand.

"Like...being hit is a turn on for you?" Ochako asked, sitting next to Y/n.

"Only with consent and in a certain setting. Its just harder spanking." Mina explained.

"Spanking?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah- the basics. Spanking, hair pulling-" Mina started.

"Have you never done that stuff, Y/n?" Jirou asked.

"No. I mean nobody has ever like...Its always been quick hook ups ya know?" Y/n explained.

"I havent either... I'm too nervous." Ochako admitted.

"Oh my god! Ladies! You should experience your fantasies! You deserve it!" Mina exclaimed.

"You really should be able to, but with someone you trust." Asui added.

"I dont know if Izuku would be into it...I'd love for him to pull my hair sometimes though..." Ochako blushed.

"Never know till you ask!" Mina said.

"God- I want to know what it all feels like. I need to get laid." Y/n sighed.

"Aw baby! What are your fantasies? We can find ya someone!" Mina offered, sitting with the rest of the girls.

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"Damn Kirishima!" Denki whisper yelled to the blushing red head.

"Didn't know you two got down like that man." Sero whispered. "Props."

"What does- Ochako wants me to- what!?" Deku whisper yelled.

Bakugou didn't respond. He was too tuned into the girls' conversation, wanting to hear with his crush would say about her fantasies. He had been pining over Y/n for years from a distance, admiring her courage, her humor, her talent, and her ass- sorry boobs- sorry hips- sorry intelligence.

"Shut up, you idiots." He finally whispered, making the boys lean back in to the door.

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"Well, I mean hair pulling and spanking is a given- but like. I want the whole uh- calling someone daddy. Being called names maybe? I dont know, I've seen some stuff in porn too- like being bent over a counter? Or do shit in public even? God that sounds weird when I say it out loud-" Y/n said, shaking her head, trying to laugh it off.

"It isnt weird!" Asui reassured her.

"Babe, you just saw my gags, cuffs, and dildos. You're not weird." Mina giggled.

"Oh the gags too!" Ochako piped in. "I love that idea."

"I wanna be gagged with fingers not a ball." Y/n admitted.

"Oh my god- you would love being face fucked." Jirou chuckled.

"Face fucked?" Y/n asked.

"Like when a guy pretty much uses your mouth to get off." Mina explained.

"Oh... yeah... thats-" Y/n blushed and laughed, the entire group of girls laughing.

"You're a subby bitch, huh?" Mina asked.

"Guess so!" Y/n replied, laughing further.

"You need to be tied up and fucked-" Mina started, Y/n stopping her by yelling.

"STOPPP Oh my god SHUT UP." Y/n was red and warm.

"Who would it be?" Ochako asked.

"What?" Y/n replied.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" Jirou asked, catching on.

"Oh my god yeah!" Asui leaned in.

"Who who who!" Mina shook the girl's shoulders.

"IM NOT GONNA JUST SAY IT WHEN HES LITERALLY IN THE SAME APARTMENT-" Y/n admitted, shaking Mina shoulders as well.

"ITS ONE OF THE GUYS?!"

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"Oh fuck." Denki muttered.

Bakugou's face was red and he was thinking about all of the things he wanted to do to the seemingly innocent girl on the other side of the door.

"I bet its Sero." Denki whispered.

"Nah, I'm betting Todoroki." Sero replied.

"Totally not me." Todoroki whispered.

"Shut. Up." Bakugou seethed.

The guys all shut their mouths, realizing Bakugou wanted his name to come out of her mouth.

"Oh shit-" Denki started.

"Dont." Kirishima warned.

Denki chuckled and leaned back in to the door.

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"No- I'm not saying. It would NEVER happen anyways." Y/n said, blushing and looking to the floor.

"Is it Todoroki?!" Ochako asked.

"No its totally Sero." Jirou said.

"No no no it HAS to be Denki-" Momo started, the girls all debating with each other, except for Y/n and Mina.

"Oh my god." Mina said quietly, realization hitting her. "OH my GOD." She said again, louder, making everyone silently look at her.

"It's fucking Bakugou." Mina said, sure that she was right.

"No way." Asui said, convinced otherwise.

"Its absolutely Bakugou isn't it?" Mina asked her best friend with a smirk.

"FUCK OFF- oh my god- its not like- he wouldnt even- he wouldnt look in my direction- its not a big deal!" Y/n stuttered around her words, hating that she was found out.

"HOLY SHIT." Jirou yelled in shock.

"You really must want degradation." Momo chuckled.

"Shut up- he's literally the hottest guy I've ever met." Y/n stated, crossing her arms.

"OH MY GOD!" Ochako squealed.

"No- like- and his voice?! God, call me princess and choke me OUT." Y/n said, full thirst mode activated.

"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER." Mina yelped.

"No because like- I want Todoroki to ruin me." Momo admitted, taking the pressure off of Y/n.

"Seriously- I want Denki to live his nasty fantasies out with me." Jirou said, joining in.

"Sero could bound me up any day." Asui added.

"I need Izu to be mean to me so bad." Ochako groaned.

"Kirishima is so fucking good- guys. Last night, he ate my ass and I couldve died happy right there."

"The way I need Bakugou to touch me literally all over- his hands are so hot." Y/n continued.

"OH dont even get me started on hands." Ochoko laughed.

"Get Bakugou to like.. hang out with you. One on one." Jirou suggested.

"No no no, I've come to terms with that never happening, He would never go for me- I'm sure he barely knows I exist." Y/n said, waving her hands in front of her.

"That's so not true- youre so hot!" Mina said, smacking her hands down.

"If he doesn't want you, hes insane." Jirou added.

"Gah- whatever. It's not like its gonna happen tonight or whatever- just. Can we drop it?" Y/n asked, feeling the insecurities creeping in.

"Yeah- no problem babes. Oh! Wanna watch New Girl?" Ochako suggested.

"Yes!" Asui, Mina, and Momo said in unison.

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"Momo... wants me to ruin her? What's that even mean?" Todoroki wondered out loud as the guys walked back out to the living room.

"I can pull Ochakos hair lightly. And be like moderately mean-" Deku thought out loud as well.

"Shut up- JIROU WANTS ME!" Denki jumped around the living room.

"And Asui wants me!!" Sero joined the blonde in jumping around.

"Dude..." Kirishima sat down next to a blushing Bakugou.

"What, shitty hair?"

"You're into Y/n arent you?" He asked, making the remaiining guys stop and look at them.

"No!" Bakugou got even redder.

"Oh my god. And she wants your fingers down her throat!" Denki celebrated.

"Shut up!" Bakugou said, putting a pillow over his lap.

"Make a move!" Sero said, patting his friends shoulder.

"I know I'm gonna make a move on Jirou tomorrow-" Denki said, settling down.

"I'm going to ask Momo out." Todoroki confirmed with himself.

"Can we just- turn something on." Bakugou said, throwing the remote at Deku, making him come back to earth.

"O-oh yeah. Sorry Kacchan."

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Y/n woke up around 3 am, the need to pee stronger than any thought in her mind. Getting up, she stepped over her friends on the floor, all asleep.

Meanwhile, Bakugou was awake getting water from the kitchen, noting mentally that all of the guys were passed out.

Hearing light footsteps, he turned his head to see Y/ns figure walking to the bathroom, light turning on as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door.

His hands shook a little as he remembered all the things she said about him that night, the blood rushing to his dick.

"Tch." He scoffed, trying to shake the thoughts from his head as he heard the toilet flush.

She... wanted to fuck him, right?

So why not... now?

His mind raced as his feet took him closer to the bathroom door, brain full of images of what she might look like naked, what sounds she might make.

He stood in front of the door, hearing the sink turn off. He could turn around right now. But what if she noticed him walking away?

His thoughts were stopped by the door opening, his eyes greeted by the sight of Y/n in a long t-shirt looking startled by his presence.

He pushed her back into the bathroom, covering her mouth to make sure nobody woke up.

Shutting the door behind them, he pushed Y/n against the wall opposite the door, looking into her eyes.

"B-Bakugou. What are you doing?" She whisper-yelled, catching her breath from being scared.

"We- I heard you." He said, staring at the most perfect lips he'd seen.

"Heard me? Heard me wh- no. Nonononono." She whispered, panicking, hiding her face in her hands.

"Shhhh." He shushed her, moving her hands from her face, holding them. "Were you telling the truth, princess?" He asked, whispering, breath ghosting her face.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable-" She was interrupted by lips against hers.

His kiss was harsh and urgent, yet it made Y/n's panties soaked.

Y/n felt her hands get pressed against the wall above her, whimpering into Bakugou's mouth at feeling of the cold wall.

Pulling away, he attached his lips to her neck, nipping lightly.

"You never had someone take care 'a ya right, princess?" He asked between nips.

"N-no, just quickies." She admitted, biting back moans.

"Let me take care 'a ya. I'll let ya live out those fantasies" Bakugou demanded, earning a whimper and a nod from Y/n.

Letting go of her hands, Bakugou was pleased to see she kept them up. Obedient, he thought.

He lifted her shirt up and off of her body, revealing her tits. Groaning, he dove into the mounds in front of him, sucking both nipples individually, making her moan.

"Shit, baby. Been hidin these from me?" He asked.

"Ba-bakugou~" She moaned out.

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki." He demanded, dropping to his knees.

"Katsuki-" She moaned out as he rid her of her panties, spreading her legs, admiring her glistening cunt.

"Damn. You are gorgeous." He praised, fingers starting to toy with her lips.

"Oh my god."

"You really thought I didn't know you existed, princess?" He asked, looking up at her and maintaining eye contact.

"Yeah- you never talk to me-" She muttered, trying to grind her hips against his hand, being stopped by his left hand holding her hips against the tile wall.

"Doesn't mean I havent fucked my fist thinkin about the noises you might make. I watch you- I see how fuckin smart and skilled you are. Not to mention sexy as hell." He admitted, touching Y/n's clit lightly, watching her squirm and gasp.

"P-please, Katsuki." She whined.

"What, princess? Tell me what ya need." He teased her clit more, her hips jerking against his left hand in response.

"Touch me-"

"Touch me what?" He asked, chuckling.

Not knowing what he wanted her to say more, Y/n decided to loop two words into the sentence.

"Please touch me daddy."

With that, Bakugou was holding her hip up with his left hand still, lifting her leg over his shoulder to give him easier access to her wet pussy. He licked a stripe up the center, tasting her slowly. Her hands flew to his hair to stabilize herself.

"Shit, daddy!" She whispered, head pushed against the tile wall as she started to grind her core against his face.

Pushing a finger in, Bakugou felt her pulling his hair lightly, making him moan into her.

"M-moreee." Y/n moaned, feeling her climax already creeping up on her. He added another finger, giving her what she needed.

"Gimme it- cum for me princess- oh fuck-" He went her faster, feeling her walls clench around his fingers. Licking her cum from her pussy, Bakugou was in absolute heaven.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" She whined, feeling him pull away from her and move her foot back to the floor, standing up.

He kissed her, making her taste her own essence, both moaning into the kiss.

"You need to be quiet, princess. Gonna wake everyone up." He whispered into her ear, moving her body to be in front of the counter and mirror. He turned her around, letting her watch the way he played with her nipples for a moment before he couldn't take it anymore.

Taking his shirt off and pushing his pants down, Bakugou knew he needed to be inside of her.

He pushed her shoulders lightly, making her bend over.

"Aint this what you wanted? Hmm? To be bent over a counter and fucked?" He asked, rubbing his dick along her center.

"Y-yes. Need it so bad." She whimpered.

"Your wish is my command." He stated, pushing his cock into her pussy slowly.

She moaned quietly as he bottomed out inside of her, his balls resting against her pussy.

"M-move. Please daddy move- fuck me- god-" She blabbered, hands gripping the marble counter.

Without a word, Bakugou pulled her hair lightly, making her watch them both in the mirror as he began fucking her.

Thrust after thrust, she got louder and louder.

He pulled her hair harder, making her arch up into his chest.

Putting his fingers in her mouth, he whispered in her ear. "Guess ill have to shove my fuckin fingers down your throat to keep ya quiet, hah?"

She gagged as he pushed his fingers further, moaning lightly as her eyes rolled back.

"Gonna cum again, princess? Aw, thats it, cum for daddy." He teased, whispering becoming more horse as he felt his own climax nearing.

"Shit baby- gonna cum- can I- in ya?" He grunted out, feeling her walls tighten around his dick as she drooled around his fingers, letting it drip down his hand. She nodded the best she could as she came, legs twitching, screams of pleasure caught in her throat.

He painted her walls with his cum, grunting with each weak thrust.

As the two came down from their highs, he pulled out, turning and lifting her to sit on the counter, making a mess.

He watched as she leaned her head against the mirror, catching her breath and gripping the counter still as after shock like waves of pleasure ripped through her weakly.

He grabbed a wash cloth from the closet, knowing where everything is as he helped Mina and Kirishima move in and unpack a few months ago.

Wetting it, Bakugou checked on Y/n, seeing that her eyes were shut and her body was calming.

He cleaned Y/n up, starting with her thighs and center, moving down her legs. He got a separate wash cloth to wet with cold water and set on her forehead.

Putting his own underwear and sweat pants on, he gathered her shirt and panties, handing them to her as she came back to planet earth and gave him the cold wash cloth.

"Thank you, Bakugou." She muttered, smiling as she got dressed.

"Hey, I told ya. Katsuki." He reminded her, tilting her chin up and giving her a kiss. This kiss was much softer in comparison to the one earlier.

Pulling away, she blushed.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

"Thank you, Y/n. Hope we can uh- ya know. Do it again?" He asked, not sure how to go about this.

"Absolutely. And maybe I can even hold your hand now and then." She giggled.

"Maybe I'll take ya on a date then, how's that sound princess?" He asked, unsure of where the confidence came from.

"Perfect." She smiled, kissing him one last time before they walked out of the bathroom. "Sleep well, Katsuki."

"You too, princess."

Walking back into the bedroom and laying next to Mina, Y/n was spooked by Mina asking "What the hell took so long? I got cold."

"Oh uh- just had too pee."

"That was a long pee." Mina said, cuddling up to Y/n's side.

"Yeah- Bakugou needed some help." She suggested, hinting a little.

"You fucked Bakugou in my bathroom, didn't you?" Mina asked, yawning.

"Nahhh. He fucked me." The two laughed lightly, falling back asleep.

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spikesbimbo · 4 years

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Three's trouble

Pairing: suna x reader x atsumu

Tags: face fucking, praise, dirty talk, threesome, exhibitionism at first, teasing, choking, oral sex, finger sucking, idk reader has an oral fixation, lowkey eiffel tower, spit/drool, crying, spanking, daddy!suna, masturbation

wc: 1.8k

a/n: Feeding yall until my dilf fics come out. Iowkey insp by this

Minors dni 18+

“C’mon lemme touch her...please rinnie” He teased, copying you, knowing all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and mumble those words and you'd get what you wanted.

“Call me that shit again and i'll kick you out.” suna said. Freezing in place, dick almost going soft after those words. Lucky your pretty face drooling all over his cock brought him back.

“Go ahead...” he sighed, knowing this was gonna happen after he ‘invited’ him to watch yall fuck after he walked in on you two, knowing he was insatiable as you, and that stroking his cock wasn't enough.

“I-, you sure…?” he asked. “This okay with you, hmm?” Only caring what your answer was, knowing your boyfriend would go along with it if it made you happy.

“Dont get me wrong its hot as fuck, been dreaming about this for so long, but...” He continued waiting for you to put out an answer, an opening as you responded by breaking your head from sunas cock enough for you to mumble a soft, sweet “yeah”. Expression hidden as your boyfriend drags you back onto him, greed overriding him, wanting to be only one to see your face like this.

Physically responding by arching your back more, rocking your hips as the friction of the air wasn't enough, humming out while your lips were wrapped around his cock once again, nodding your consent again as suna wrapped his hand around your head, leaning back with a groan.

“Fuck baby.” he muttered out. Pride rising in your chest, taking all of him like a good girl. His tip hitting the back of your throat, hands sneaking up his thighs to grab his balls in between your fingers.

“Don't be rough at first, she doesn't like that.” he said, eyes half closed watching his every movement, looking at your body and expression for any signs of discomfort.

“Got it, got it. Don't worry.” He complained, placing himself behind you. “You're acting like i've never touched a girl before.”

“Wouldn't doubt it.” he said under his breath. Turning his vision back to you, stroking your cheek as his face was getting more tinted by the second.

“Hey!”

You let out a whine, needy moans getting their well-needed attention back on you. Body feeling so neglected as tears started forming in your eyes, your boyfriend quickly calming you down.

“shh baby s’okay, ignore him. Just keep all your attention on me.” He cooed cupping your jaw, distracting you by doing the work for you, bobbing your head up and down with his hand on the back of your head.

Your noises getting higher and higher as atsumu moved his hand to your cunt, sliding his fingers down your slit up and down a few times before stopping to rub your clit. Sliding his finger in, so tight but you gave way so easy, curling his finger pushing the build up of slick out of you, dripping onto the floor beneath you.

“So fucking pretty.” he mumbled out, barely getting the words out before he put his lips on your thighs, placing harsh open mouthed kisses on them. Squirming at the feeling, suna’s hands locking you in place while his hands were grabbing your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread you open. “So wet, wanna taste you.”

Moaning at the words, all shame leaving your body as you presented yourself more, just wanting to feel good already, hearing a chuckle followed by a slight smack landing on you. The shock, letting out a cry laced with pleasure, disconnecting your mouth from him, a gasp of “tsumu” falling from your lips, face contorting with embarrassment as your body does the same.

“You like it pretty girl? You like when your daddy spanks you when you're being bad, hmm?”

Tears pooling in your eyes as the words left his mouth. “Aww, sweetheart. You love when he makes you cry like that, what an angel.”

His hand comes down onto your skin again, jumping at the contact, ashamedly getting you wetter and wetter. ”Fuck, you get this everynight? Lucky bitch.”:

Suna just chuckled, loving how you caught everyone's attention but at the end of the day you were his, no matter who touched you. Every nerve ending was tensing up as he entered you, his hips slowly meeting your ass at first. Watching himself slide in and out of you as he started to move, shallow strokes turning into deeper ones. “God damn baby, your tiny little cunt’s already swallowing me up.” thrusting into you harder and faster, cries leaving your throat as you already made a mess.

“Fuck baby, you already cum?...”Poor little thing, should've known that when i walked in on you creaming just from your daddy playing with your little cunt.”

“C-cause you were teasing me” you softly sobbed out in protest, needing him to move or you would breakdown.

“Was I? M’sorry pretty girl, dont worry ill make you feel good.” Hearing his grunts as you clenched, not stopping but getting rougher. Thrusting into you as his balls were hitting your sensitive clit, walls throbbing around him as you cried out incoherent words.

Watching himself slide in and out of your tiny little cunt as he starts to move, slow and shallow strokes sliding into deeper ones. “You’re just fucking swallowing me up, fuck.”

“D-daddy” escaping from your lips in a moan, as his hand was wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look your wet sloppy face in his eyes as you were getting fucked. You blurry vision making out his deadpan face, but you felt his gaze on your body, ass bouncing after every thrust, only being held up by him.

“Daddy?” tsumu questioned, his grip on your hips growing tighter, letting out a little squeal as his thrusts get shakier. “Fuck, youre so lucky.”

Suna just chuckled, knowing what he had, making sure you knew it too. Tsumu leaning back against your body watching you catch his thrusts halfway. Hips rolling, gasps barely having time to escape before they’re knocked out of you again.

Your boyfriend not being able to fight the groans that spill out of his mouth, thumb swiping over your lips, smearing his cum and spit there. Rocking his hips back into your mouth, eyes hooded watching tsumu make you crumble and cry under him.

“He making you feel good baby?” he asked. Whimpering at the way he’s grabbing your jaw, already so sore. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell daddy.”

Being patient with you was one of his specialties, letting you take all the time you needed, eyes focused on you waiting for you to be a big girl and use your words.

“Y-yea, rinnie.” you stuttered out, voice displaced by his thrusts.

“Good girl.”

The way he's speaking to you, so sweet and soft, but so dominant at the same time. Kissing you on the forehead before moving down to your lips. Wet eyes being rubbed by his finger as his other hand is stroking his cock.

Tsumu’s moans are background noise as you drag your tongue down his hand, grabbing it with the hand that isn’t currently on his dick, wrapping your lips around his digits. Not reacting besides letting you do what you want, as usual; breath hitching as you take it down to his knuckle.

“Fuck,” tsumu groaned, flicking his hips up into yours, getting off to the both of you looking like the sight of a porn clip in front of him.

“daddy, i-, im gonna” you whimpered, lips hovering over sunas, a line of spit connecting you two, how romantic. Your sentence not finishing as he dragged you back into a kiss, sloppy and messy, all while tsumu is bruising your cervix, the pain dulling at this point.

“Yeah baby, you gonna cum on my cock? Already doing such a good job.” he said, trying to look back at him before suna grabs your head again, looking into your red teary eyes as you pant out. Dry mouth open as he’s fucking your fist, rocking into you like you were a toy.

“You gonna be a good girl and take it? Gonna be a good girl?” he muttered out, sliding his flushed cock back into your drool covered mouth.

“Our good girl.”

Suna rolls his eyes as he cups your face again, spit sliding down it as he pushed it in, not wanting to cum again after looking down into your spaced out eyes. The sound of his balls slapping your chin, obscure words leaving his mouth as your nose was now at his crotch.

The pain of your dry lips growing, the ache in your jaw only adding onto it but you were gonna make him finish. Hiccupping out whimpers as astumu gets rougher, picking up the pace.

The sound of your wetness leaking onto his thighs and balls, every slap sounding lewd as possible the vibrations coming from your mouth is enough to have suna shove himself down your throat more, fucking you there until he cums down it.

A dazed smile appearing on your face as you licks up what slipping between your lips, looking like hes about to pass out at the sight of your lips licking it off of him, leaning his head back as the thinks hes about to blow again.

Another moan leaves your lips as you feel so close to your climax, not having anyone to pay attention to anymore but yourself as you feel your orgasm building up. Selfishly moving your boyfriends dirty hands to you, already catching your drift as he starts lazily rubbing your clit almost instantly making you cum.

Atumu chasing his as soon as he feels yours, rolling his hips deeper as he pushes your back in an arch. Seeing black for a minute as he lets himself go. Getting faster, hips stuttering as your body is limp under him resting on suna. Sobbing at the overstimulation as he continues to abuse your poor cunt as he drains his balls dry, making the most of his orgasm.

Mind going bank, not even realizing that he pulled out of you, and that you were laying in your boyfriends arms. Wrapped in the thin sheets, him coming down from a high just as much as you.

“You good, baby?” suna whispered, wrapping his arm around you kissing beneath your ear as he rubbed your back. Nodding as you dozed off into him, sleepiness overtaking you at the feeling of being in his hold as you did every night.

“ So…” Atsumu started breaking the silence, suna already giving him a side eye, not wanting to wake up your pretty face squished into his shoulder. “Maybe ne-”

“No.”

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4dtk · 3 years

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have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

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do you happen to have any more phanlumi food i'm so sorry but i'm starving dfgkjdfkjdfg

YELLS UH its been a hot minute but i will provide uwu

- i stand by them not telling the other heroes abt them dating for like way too long, i think eventually phantom would just wanna keep it quiet to fuck with them when they finally did reveal it however much later (”ive had so many conversations with you two how the fuck did you keep it secret” “honestly i dont know either”)

- i also stand by lumi writing shitty poetry with his whole heart, like super stilted but he means it so much...idk that hed be bad at poetry in general but when it comes to his own feelings he doesnt know how to express them aside from Very Literally or not that much at all

- which on the topic of that, makes properly opening up abt his own stuff hard, both out of embarrassment for being too honest AND potentially initially feeling like he should be able to shoulder phantoms weird bull and not burden him...that falls apart as they like talk n shit but i think when theyve just done that Single Genuine Convo i mentioned he’d still have that feeling.

- phan prolly feels like utter trash when lumi explains how much finding out he’s part bm fucked w him...like he thought it would just get on his nerves but no he was having an existential crisis Oops

- lumi doesnt rlly blame him tho...not really. like he knows holding it against him would be silly considering tensions were high at that point and phan didnt know, but... :thinking: (ik thats not happy but even for a while lumi likely still shoves any resentment down, force of habit yknow? and hopefully eventually he’ll feel comfortable enough knowing phantom wouldnt hate him for bringing up past stuff that he could properly communicate stuff that hurt)

...im curious how much of this will change once they rewrite stuff LMAO that whole hc was based on the hom encounter and how much i dislike it kfjdghskfjdshgfdjsk

- tho BASED on the hom encounter, taking it at face value, phan would prolly understand more why lumi snapped back since phan happened to swing a bat at a hornets nest. and given how phan is he may just forgive it on that since lumi would honestly never say something like that unless he was really at the edge of his rope (THESE ARE ALL SO SERIOUS BUT INSECURITIES AND COMMUNICATION ARE IMPORTANT PARTS OF A RELATIONSHIP YKNOW UR GONNA KNOW SOMEONE MORE THAN LIKE ANYTHING ELSE OK THEY HAVE HURDLES!!!)

- i think if they have an argument every sentence is preceded by like “you know i love you but that chair does not fucking go there”

- phan goes between growing his hair out and having it short, and when its long lania braids it and stuff. lumi never comments on it but he thinks it cute

- phan tries to convince lumi to grow his out but lumis afraid it’ll make him look like wm so he tells him to dye then grow it which prompts an eye roll followed by a slightly too serious deliberation on what color would be fitting (brunette lumi? :eyes:)

- phan tries and completely fails to teach lumi how to dance

- oh my god there was a fluff text abt lumi and lania making a cream cheese spread and i cant entirely remember it but its dear to me and wait ho0ly shit

- they prolly cant cook like ~20 star michelin chefs~ on the lumiere but having just a plain ol homecooked meal would prolly send phan into tears when he first tries it

- and he cherishes all the little snacks and bits and stuff lumi and lania makes and tries to help out but aside from like chopping vegetables he doesnt rlly know what hes doing

- fuck super domestic phanlumi melts my heart im just picturing him and lumi gathering apples from nearby trees and theyre chatting and the light through the trees catches on lumi perfectly and phans heart melts hOUGH good shit

- and on the flipside i mentioned him and phantom looking at the moon on the lumiere and one particular night even tho lumi never rlly paid any attention to his looks it hits him perfectly and he just understands what ppl see all at once

- and he cherishes the nights they can do that even more now

- these have been kind of phantom centric oops but i think, again, lumi really cherishes being able to talk honestly with him and understand him- and being able to express that even in a minor way. hes a very caring person T~T

i wrote so much more than i thought i would and i can prolly write more but like. soft idiots

#maplestory #ive been really thinking abt complexities in interactions #theres a lot of internalized problems and weirdness and resentment ppl have to work around to be friends with one another #managing a relationship isnt all that easy all things considered #especially if youre these two dinguses #i mean that in the most loving way possible neither of them are stupid but they are idiots #phanlumi #i have so many thoughts about interactions and dynamics between characters #if anyones interested in like. freunwol or lucithena or mercdemon or whatever feel free to ask #someone ask me my opinions on freunwol youll get a fucking wall #prepare to ask and then not have a response for three whole days bc i keep thinking of stuff #regardless im happy to provide Thoughts when the fandom is so dead rn fgjkhfdgkhj #anons #long post #wow this ended up being so long oops

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lil-papaya-tifosi · 5 years

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henlo¡ i've recently found your works and they are amazing, i hope you guys can write more in the future and become bigger since everyone deserves to read your stuff. i'd like to request a ANGST one shot (it can be with either jk or jm, or with... whoever you want tbh) with chubby! reader, i feel like that minority is left out in the ff world and even if im not chubby myself i want to read different stuff and understand different feelings. hope you guys can take me into account! love you lots💜

A/N: Hey Sweetie! Dezzy here. Thank you so much for making this request. We loved working on it and love talking to you! I hope you like it!

Planning: Sunnie, Bunny, Dezzy

Writer: Dezzy

Word Count: 1837

Spring had always been your favorite time of year. The flowers blossoming, the beautiful weather, it was all so wonderful to you. For the first time in a while, your idol boyfriend, Park Jimin, was on a break, which meant he spent every second with you. You loved how caring and clingy he was, always being a cuddly person yourself. He loved showing you off and telling people about your relationship, which made you uncomfortable sometimes, but he was just proud to be yours. You were a little on the chubbier side, so you were very self conscious and insecure and mainly wore clothes that covered your body, making sure not to embarrass him by your appearance.

Today, however, you felt great. You wore a flowy sundress with a light cardigan. The weather was gorgeous so you decided to get out of the house and do a little shopping at the outdoor mall. Hand in hand, you and Jimin had scoured the racks to find summer clothes for the both of you, finding a bunch of things that looked amazing. You decided to take a little shopping break and get some ice cream in a little shop. You sit by the window, enjoying the view as you eat, making small talk as you people watch. “Aw, look at that couple. They’re so cute.” You say, pointing at a couple wearing matching light blue sweaters. “Yeah, well, we’re cuter.” He smiles at you, making you blush.

“Excuse me, miss.” You turn your head to see an adorable little boy looking brightly at you. “Hi, sweetie. Can I help you with anything?” You ask softly. “Can I feel the baby in your tummy?” He asks, and your heart sinks. Your face visually drops, but you put on a small smile, still trying to be sweet to the kid. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but there’s no baby in there.” You reply softly. “Kwongwoo! I’m so sorry, ma'am. He doesn’t have any manners.” The mother rushes over, grabbing the little boy by his arm. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” You smile, hiding your hurt. She pulls him away, and Jimin gives you a sad look, but you brush it off, not wanting to ruin the day with your insecurity. You can see the woman kneel to talk to the boy, trying to keep her voice down, but it doesn’t work.

“Darling, you can’t ask women if they’re pregnant. Some women are just a little more…” She trails off, hoping he gets the message. Apparently, he does. “Fat!” He says, proud that he finished her sentence, but sending a dagger through your heart. Your fake smile fades, and you set your bowl of ice cream down on the table. “I think I’m done.” You say, looking out the window. “Baby, you only eat half of it though.” Jimin whines, but you shake your head in protest. “I’m not hungry anymore.” You say, pulling your cardigan tighter around your body. He nods in understanding, leaving it at that.

“Ooh, let’s go in here. It looks cute.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you towards a small boutique. “Jimin, I kinda just wanna go home.” You admit, not wanting to be in public anymore. “Just a few more stops. Please? I’d really love to spend my day out with my love.” He begs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Alright.” You sigh in defeat, remembering that you can’t let your low self esteem ruin his day. He guides you into the shop, you standing back as he searches through the racks. “This would look so cute on you!” He says, grabbing a flowy flower print tank top. It is cute, but you know your arms wouldn’t look good in it. “I don’t know.” You say, looking away from it. He holds onto it, intent on purchasing it. He looks through the pants too, finding some cute high waisted shorts. “These are perfect! And they’d go great with the tank top.” He says, holding them up. All you can think about is the way your legs and all your cellulite would ruin the look. You say nothing, and he pouts a bit.

“Excuse me, ma'am?” He says, and you watch as he calls over one of the employees. “Can I get your opinion on something?” He asks her. “Jimin, please don’t.” You beg, not wanting to draw attention. “Yes, how can I help you?” She asks, and you just hide behind Jimin. “Don’t you think these would look amazing on my beautiful girlfriend?” He asks. “Oh definitely. She’s gorgeous, she could pull off anything. That dress you’re wearing is super cute, miss.” She says, and you peak out from behind his shoulder, seeing the genuine smile on her face. “T-Thank you.” You say softly. She helps Jimin check out the clothes and you’re on your way to one more store he’s been dying to take you to, full of beautiful gowns.

“Jimin, don’t you think these are all a bit too flashy for me?” You ask, looking around at all the dresses. “No way. Just like that lady said, you look amazing in anything.” He smiles, taking your hand in his as he looks around. He gasps and turns to you, smiling. “Baby, close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise.” He says with the biggest grin on his face. You shake your head softly, but do as he says, closing your eyes until he tells you to open them, the dress he chose already paid for and in a bag. “Alright. We can go home now.” He says, still smiling.

Once you get home, he brings all the shopping bags to the bedroom, calling you in there. “Now, can you please try this on? I think it’s gonna look gorgeous.” He says, holding the bag from the dress shop. You nod, and he leaves the room, leaving you alone. You pull the dress out, and it’s incredible. It was a light pink color with a ruffle top, spaghetti straps, a long skirt, with soft lace on the torso. It’s beautiful, but you’re afraid to try it on. No, you have to. He wants you to. You nod in determination as you strip your clothes off.

The dress is beautiful. You absolutely adore it. There’s one main thing you don’t love though, the way you look in it. It shows too much skin for your liking, the waistband squeezing at your love handles. You make it look lumpy, and you can’t help but tear up. It’s such a gorgeous dress you’re ashamed that you make it look terrible. It was probably expensive too. You hate wasting Jimin’s money. Maybe you can return it. The little tear drops turn into you fully sobbing as you sit down on the edge of the bed. “Baby, is everything alr- Sweetheart.” Jimin pushes the door open, rushing over you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, kneeling before you and wiping your tears. “It-its the dress.” You sob, completely breaking down.

“What about the dress, my love? What’s wrong with it? It looks amazing.” He cooes, trying his best to calm you down. “It is amazing, but I make it look horrible.” You sob, holding your face in your hands. “No you don’t. If anything, you make it look even better.” He assures you, his voice calming you down just a bit. “No I don’t. My fat arms are just on display now, you can clearly see my muffin top, my thighs are stretching out the top of the skirt. It just, doesn’t look right on me.” You tell him, not crying as much anymore but still upset. He cups your cheek, rubbing the tears away while giving you a sad smile. “Come here. I wanna show you something.”

He grabs you by your hands and gently pulls you up off the bed, guiding you to stand in front of the mirror, his toned chest pressed against your back. You see your reflection, but turn your head to avoid seeing it. “Baby, please look.” He begs, hugging you around your waist. You cave, looking in the mirror and tearing up again at the sight of you. “No no, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He says, reaching up and wiping your tears again before placing small kisses on your bare shoulders. “You wanna know what I see when I look in this mirror?” He asks. You nod, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands slowly and gently running over your body.

“When I look in this mirror, I see the love of my life, the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe not the definition of beauty to everyone else, but absolutely perfect in every single way to me. I see my girl, that looks amazing in any outfit, has the cutest smile, the sexiest curves. You give the best hugs too, you know? It’s like, with you, I can hug you as tight as I want, and I’m not afraid to break you like those toothpick hostesses on TV. I can squeeze you and kiss you and cuddle you as much as I want and I’m not afraid.” He tells you the last part while squeezing you tight, peppering kisses all over your cheek, making you giggle. “And that laugh, God that laugh is music to my ears. Y/N, do you remember when I was struggling with image issues and an eating disorder?” He asks, the memory of it breaking your heart. “Do you remember what you told me back then?”

“That you were much more than your appearance and your health is more important that your looks.” You recall. “And that you loved my cheeks being chubby because you could poke them a lot.” He chuckles. “Yeah, I remember.” You giggle, relaxing a bit. He turns you around to face him, still holding you around your waist as he brings his hand up, wiping away the rest of your tears. “Y/N, you are so much more than what’s on the outside. You’re beautiful inside and out, and I couldn’t think of a better woman for me. I just want you to see the perfect woman I see.” He says, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

Now, your tears aren’t sad, but happy. “Someday, hopefully. It’s gonna take time though.” You smirk, but he just smiles back. “Well then, I’m gonna do whatever I can to move the process along. That dress really does look amazing on you.” He tells you, looking over your body. You look back in the mirror, your newfound confidence from his sweet words making you realize you do look incredible in it. “Now, how about you take it off and get into some comfy clothes so we can have a little movie night.” He suggests. This man really does know you so well. You nod in agreement, grabbing some comfy PJ’s and changing into them before joining him on the couch for a comfy night in with the man of your dreams.

#bts #bts imagine #bts smut #kpop smut #park jimin #jimin #bts jimin #angst fic #fluff #bts fluff

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kpopchangedme · 6 years

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Starboy IV: The Quack Doctor

It’s simply by happenstance that you meet the cutest Resident of Traditional Korean Medicine on campus; Park Jinyoung.

Mini-Masterlist M A S T E R L I ST

Protagonists: Im Jaebum & you / Park Jinyoung

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: SFW – University!au – Baseball – Romance – *socially offensive language* – Mini-Series

Lysandre’s note: JINYOUNG IS FINALLY HERE. You’ve been warned. Links are broken to try to beat Tumblr at its own game, but fret not they’re still in my bio so the other parts are easy to find.

Three weeks.

The first one left you feeling like shit, which is weird because you don’t care about Jaebum – not at all. It’s probably just because you hate being yelled at; hate the idea of upsetting anyone. Although, you weren’t really the one who upset him. Thinking back to that night – overthinking – made you realize he was just drunk and mad. Not really at you, but rather at the situation and you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or he was just scared...

That’s why you’re so angry at him the second week. Who the fuck does he think he is to yell at you like that when you were just offering help? Over a fucking broken pint of beer?

You hope he bursts his pitching shoulder… Still, by the second Thursday, you surprise yourself by researching the Tommy John Surgery on internet, feeling guilty about the negative energy you’ve been sending Jaebum’s way.

Now, it’s the third week and you realized that you don’t care. You learned a lot through this experience. The next time you’ll need a quick fix, you’ll make sure to choose somebody without anger issues and most importantly... Somebody that nobody ever talks about...

“– amazing season! Their best in 15 years, all the rookies are amazing.”

You take a bite of your sandwich, silently listening to your colleague talk to his friend and feeling like blowing your own head off. Why did you have to get stuck with people obsessed with baseball? Why not hockey or water polo, actual entertaining sports.

“Important MLB teams already want him, but he insists on graduating from here because of his family and studies, isn’t that crazy?” You roll your eyes; yeah sure.

His friend chirps in. “What’s his nickname… It’s something cocky and–”

“Starboy”, you answer morosely, causing both men to stare at you. “Everyone calls him Starboy.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Your colleague Chansung claps, somehow proud that you know this much. “I didn’t know you followed baseball y/n!” You’re about to say you really, really don’t, but he goes on: “Do you know why? His fastballs are a-ma-zing and he’s just a rookie. He has been recorded at over 95 mph so far! Crazy, right? That’s why they say he’s shooting stars!” You choke on a piece of turkey from your sandwich, but your senior doesn’t stop, simply sliding your glass of water closer.

Hell.

Guess Jaebum’s shoulder is doing damn fine.

“Starboy… Shooting stars. Get it?”

Chansung chuckles, amused and you wonder if you should’ve taken the time to ask Jaebum this at any point. He did cockily proclaim he was the pitcher to know, but you never asked him what the nickname stood for. You just assumed it was because he was the star of the team or something. He was right that night, you really don’t know anything about him.

Wasn’t it the whole point of having sex that way though; no strings, no questions & no small talk? It’s not like you were ever on friendly terms, still...

“Do you guys know... What’s his name?” Chansung’s eyes almost pop out of his head at your random question. “That guy’s full name.”

“Im – Im Jaebum, why?”

“Just…” Im Jaebum, it feels like you should’ve known. “People always call him by that pompous moniker.”

He frowns at your underlying disdain for his favourite player before turning to his friend again. “Wanna hear something even crazier, Taek? He’s a leftie – well, for four-seams at least – I mean, the boy is ambidextrous. He mostly uses his left when he plays, but sometimes pitches with his right too.” You frown, trying to conjure up that night. What hand dropped the pint again? Was it his left hand or his r– A timid knock on the door of the clinic interrupts your train of thoughts, and you jump to your feet, aware it’s for you. Well, kind of. It’s not like Dr. Tran ever made it to the clinic for any of his appointments anymore.

“Hi y/n!” Yugyeom calls, peeking inside just on time. The young batter smiles when he meets your eyes. “Oh no, I’m interrupting your lunch!”

“Hi, don’t worry it’s fine, I was done!” You gladly leave Chansung and his friend Taekwoon alone, opening the way. “Have you been doing your exercises thoroughly?” You guide the patient through the short corridor of the clinic, only noticing another man following when you get inside your boss’ office.

“Yes, I promised I would!” The man-boy answers with an overly serious tone making you smile. “Are you also in charge of my last appointment? I thought I’d be finally dealing with the mythic doctor, but I’m glad it’s you.��

“Yes, he’s out of town again, unfortunately.” You purse your lips at the cover-up lie, getting Yugyeom’s rehabilitation papers, already on the desk.

Dr. Tran, the clinic supervisor, hasn’t been reliable ever since his divorce has been finalized, last year. He’s often drunk in the middle of the day and never picks up the phone. He’s probably still in bed even if it’s the afternoon, you and Chansung have been covering for him for months.

“If I sign your papers, you’ll be good to go, Yugyeom…” You smile, trying to hide your discomfort at his innocent questioning of your boss’ absence and flip his file open. “But you should also keep doing the exercises I gave you. It’ll help to reinforce your wrists and forearms to prevent future injuries.” Nodding, the young player takes his familiar chair across you, on the same side of the desk, and you lean closer to examine his wrist. You don’t spare a look the tall and silent stranger’s way when you address him. You hate being observed by a third-party when you work, especially when you’re covering for someone. “Are you here for a consultation? You should go and meet my senior colleague, Mr. Hwang, to schedule an appointment.”

Yugyeom stiffens as you start toying with his right wrist, but the other man only chuckles at the noticeable coldness in your voice.

“Oh, I don’t do sports!”, he informs although that’s not what you asked, “I’m Gyeom’s babysitter for the day.”

You still don’t look up, feeling the tendons and ligaments with your fingertips to see if the player across you twitches. “Mobility and sensibility look fine.”

“I told him that, but he was still anxious.” You ignore the stranger, concentrating on the patient instead.

“Show me how you did your stretching and strengthening exercises, and you’ll officially be good to go!”

Standing up suddenly, you almost collide with the man who was leaning above you, surveying your movements. You really hate being observed like that.

“You gave him exercises?” He simply chuckles again, backing away. “Are you a Sports Med student?”

At this, you bite the interior of your cheek wondering if he’s one of those; the ones who only believe in doctors. You go sit behind Dr. Tran’ desk this time, for authority, taking your time to answer. Yugyeom is working with a softball, not minding his friend’s odd behaviour. Once you’re sitting, you fully stare back at the intruder, crossing your arms in defiance. He’s about your age and surprisingly good looking, still, it doesn’t change the fact that his presence is annoying.

“No, I have a Bachelor of Science in Kinesiology and I specialize in rehabilitation treatment for my Master's. I’m qualified to recommend treatment for a minor injury.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way.” The man smiles as if especially pleased by your defensive answer. “Yugyeom was right, you’re perfect. I was just making sure he was in good hands.”

His eyes crinkle as he details your lab coat and dishevelled tied hair. It’s obvious he’s checking you out. You blush, straightening on the chair, embarrassed you didn’t put any care to your presentation this morning. Much like every other day spent at the clinic, you only put BB cream proforma, not even bothering to shower or brush your hair. You aren’t sure what that guy means, aren’t sure if you should feel insulted or complimented.

“I thought you were still a student!” Yugyeom looks up, surprised you already graduated. “You never corrected me!”

“Well, I’m always studying.” You dodge, he probably meant he thought you were way younger. You clear your throat, bringing your attention back to the curious stranger. “So, you are an assistant coach?”

“Oh no. God, no!” The man chuckles for the umpteenth time, although it finally makes you grin back. “I’m Dr. Park Jinyoung.” So that is why he asked about your qualifications. “I’m a Resident of Korean Traditional Medicine.” He adds coolly, straightening his coat and awaiting a reaction from you that never really comes. You’re too busy trying to remain serious – herbalism – and he wondered if you were studying Sports Medicine.

“Jinyoung’s the best at acup– Argh!” He kicks Yugyeom’s shin to shut him up and you hide your smile behind your hand.

“Korean Medicine… Needles and herbs, hum?”

It’s your turn to obviously check him out this time and he bears your scrutiny with disarming confidence. Perfect skin, full round lips, hair as black as coal, unusually round pale brown eyes... It’s obvious he never was an athlete here for a consultation to begin with. The white dress shirt and thick black glasses would’ve been a dead giveaway if you’d looked at him from the start.

“Please… I’m also amazing at moxibustion.” He grins, not shying away or embarrassed the least. “I just got back from Yangsan med campus to complete my Residence here.” Wow. Smooth way of bringing up his impressive background. Busan National University is considered one of the greatest medical faculties in Asia.

Smart and good looking – scratch that; gorgeous.

“You don’t look like the idea I had of a healer...”

Jinyoung winces, “It’s the hair, isn’t it?” You’re surprised he’s not more annoyed or embarrassed by your skepticism. He’s probably really used to it. It’s not like traditional treatment is particularly esteemed in the rehabilitation field. Or any medical field as a matter of fact. “Yugyeom, be honest – aren’t I way too stylish and handsome to be a doctor?”

You can’t help your stupid giggle and the batter looks between you two several times, rendered uncomfortable by the flirtatious atmosphere. Because his friend is trying to woo you, in an obvious and highly flattering manner. You can see it from the glimmer in his stares and hear it in his voice. Clearly, Yugyeom sensed it too.

“I think I’m done, y/n!” He tries, changing subject.

“I believe you are!” You agree, brought back down to earth. You tear your eyes away from the charming quack doctor to smile at Yugyeom. “Your sprain seems completely fine. Let me just sign your papers, I’ll have Dr. Tran review them this week… Do you have any mobility problems when handling the bat?”

“None at all!” Yugyeom grins brightly, glad you’re back to his business. “You know, I’m definitely going to play this Saturday, you should come! You never even saw JB pitch yet. He’ll blow your mind and he’d lo–”

Yugyeom stops in the middle of his sentence, realizing he opened Pandora’s box, totally obvious. Your hand freezes for half a second over his discharge papers in short-lived panic at the mention of the pitcher. Then you resume, remembering Yugyeom’s the one who introduced you two, and that it doesn’t mean your past mistakes aren’t known throughout the entire country.

“You’re lucky the damage to your ligaments was almost nonexistent, Yugyeom.” You smile coolly, acting like nothing happened. “I hope you’ll be a bit more mindful of your warm-ups from now on.” He nods, staring seriously at the paper you’re signing to avoid your gaze.

“Do you know JB?” Jinyoung asks in curiosity, and if he notices how uncomfortable his question makes everyone else in the room feel, he doesn’t let it show.

“The whole campus knows him: Starboy.” You say this even though you clearly had no idea a few months prior. The hot doctor cannot find out about that. “He’s our brightest star.” Your voice is cold, indifferent and at your avoidance, Yugyeom wiggles on his chair.

“Right!” Jinyoung snorts, entertained. “I bet he rather enjoys celebrity status!”

“You know him?” Finally rising your eyes above your desk, you look at the Resident, curious.

“Jinyoung, I don’t want to be late for practice.” The batter interrupts, probably just eager to stop third-wheeling. You wouldn’t blame him for it. “Thank you for everything y/n, I hope to see you around!” Yugyeom stands up, motioning his friend to leave, but he doesn’t budge.

“Would you wait outside?”, the doctor nods towards the door and your cheeks flare up at the intensity of his gaze, highly nervous. Oh shit, you’re no good at this. The young player still seems to hesitate, frozen between the door and your desk. “We need a moment, Gyeom,” Jinyoung insists, lips curling upwards dangerously.

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Hellllo :)) 10-150 if you’re up for a challenge Goodluck 😁

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“i rlly hope he’s the murderer”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?molecules, HNLY, wanna be missed, let it be, and what i need, all from Expectations by hayley kiyoko

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?yes ofc

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?luck yes miracles no

15. What good thing happened this summer?idk i had a good time, i traveled, it was fun!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?i never kissed anyone besides boys so nah

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?ofc i mean cmon who doesnt know that

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?yes!! i love her dearly and shes a great friend

19. Do you like bubble baths?OFC

20. Do you like your neighbors?i dont rlly know them tbh

21. What are you bad habits?isolating myself and basically everything i do

22. Where would you like to travel?everywhere but mainly atlanta bc i wanna meetmy best friend

23. Do you have trust issues?nah i trust too easily

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?the feeling of getting home

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?all of it tbh

26. What do you do when you wake up?check my phone, usually tumblr first

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?nah im good

28. Who are you most comfortable around?not really ””around”” but abby

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?once yeah, but then she broke up w me again LMAO

30. Do you ever want to get married?OBVIOUSLY CAN U IMAGINE HAVING A WIFE I MEAN WOW WHAT A DREAM

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?not really, only if its just the top

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?kay awkward imma skip that cuz im a minor

33. Spell your name with your chin.vabfirls (its supposed to be gabriela lol)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?i know how to play soccer and volley and some other shit but i dont really actually play them. however, i do snowboard.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?tv, i actually didnt have a tv until 2 months ago (but i did have them when i lived w my dad)

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?yep

37. What do you say during awkward silences?idk i just try to come up w something, it could be anything depending on the person

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?someone funny, who is easy to talk to and is passionate and caring. someone who’ll show me that i mean everything to them and who isnt scared to be affectionate. i have a tag for this called “my dream girl” so its all there

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?i dont shop like at all so basically starbucks lmao

40. What do you want to do after high school?move out of this awful country

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?im not sure. maybe, but not always with the same person. but tbqh probably not everyone

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?it can mean a lot of thigs, but usually that im rlly depressed/lonely

43. Do you smile at strangers?yes!!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?both tf (but i’ve already been to the bottom of the ocean many times so getting to know space would be pretty fucking cool)

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?the thought of not having to go to school anymore in like 7 months if i just get this right

46. What are you paranoid about?e v e r y t h i n g but mostly ppl hating me and leaving me

47. Have you ever been high?nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?nope

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?i dont think so no

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?dark blue

51. Ever wished you were someone else?all the time dude

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?myself lmao

53. Favourite makeup brand? i dont rlly know any makeup brands tbh i dont use it

54. Favourite store?again, starbucks

55. Favourite blog?oh noooo this is too specific there are too many but i guess i’d put my best friend bc her blog is awesome and yall should follow her its @saveabby

56. Favourite colour?blue & purple

57. Favourite food?sushi!!!!!!!!!!!!

58. Last thing you ate?açaí

59. First thing you ate this morning?a cereal bar? is this what theyre called?? im not sure

60. Ever won a competition? For what?yeah i guess some school things about sports n shit when i was younger

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?god no im a good student

62. Been arrested? For what?JESUS CHILL IM 16

63. Ever been in love?yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?actually i dont remember i was young and it was at a time where 3 boys liked me and i kinda dated (like kid dating but still) 2 of them and i dont remember which one was first BUT it doesnt matter bc i dont like to count kissing boys so i havent had one yet

65. Are you hungry right now?always lmao

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?well i like different people in different degrees, some being from tumblr, some being from irl. its a mixed list.

67. Facebook or Twitter?twitter duh

68. Twitter or Tumblr?tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?almost, im watching psych on my laptop

70. Names of your bestfriends?abby from tumblr, marie irl

71. Craving something? What?yes, chocolate

72. What colour are your towels?theres a green one, a blue one and a white one

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?it can vary from 0 to 3

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?very rarely but its bc theyre at my room at my dad’s place and even when i sleep there i usually sleep at my brother’s room but i do like stuffed animals

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?not many, maybe 3 idk

75. Favourite animal?felinesss

76. What colour is your underwear?im not wearing any but dont go thinking shit, im just on my pjs

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?it depends but in general chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?its like a chocolate shavings thing that we have in brazil. idk if they have it in other countries and if they do idk what its called

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?white

80. What colour pants?no pants jeez

81. Favourite tv show?X-FILES

82. Favourite movie?SNXJSNXKSNSJSJDJSJXJS P R I D E & P R E J U D I C E (2005) PNP OKAY PRIDE & PREJUDICE THANK U FOR THIS QUESTION

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?i dont think i’ve seen the 2nd

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?21 jump street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?i only watched that movie once and i dont remember much about it tbh

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?dory

87. First person you talked to today?melissa

88. Last person you talked to today?until now it was elle

89. Name a person you hate?donald trump

90. Name a person you love?guess? thats right, abby

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?not especially but i’m always wanting to punch my dad tbh

92. In a fight with someone?what?? if u mean “ever been…” then yes, my brother

93. How many sweatpants do you have?none :((

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?oooo a lot, but i only use 1 bc its my fave

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?“One evening at dusk, I came upon my friend.”

#omg i did it #mine #answered #anon

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Wanna One Kang Daniel - Latte Art

✽ suggested by: anon

✽ featuring: kang daniel

✽ genre: fluff

✽ word count: 1,589 words

✽ summary: latte art was your specialty. with your steady hands and being in core arts, you couldn’t help to send a tiny message over to the guy you liked with it. your eyes widened as you heard these words over the counter, “so, who drew a heart in my latte?”

as everyone knew, the third year of high school always included taking on lots of leadership roles

some may be captains of their various sports teams, or even club presidents and class representatives

but after months of strenuous application worksheets and nerve-wrecking interviews, you managed to clinch a spot in the student council, as the student council treasurer

though it wasn’t as high of a position you had hoped, you still appreciated the position

yeah it was better than nothing

you then later found out your student council executive committee consisted of you, the treasurer, ong seongwoo, the secretary, kim jiwon, vice president, and kang daniel, the student council president

yall were like a band of brothers and sisters bahah

seongwoo was the joker, daniel usually stayed quiet, while jiwon was like the mom

but seongwoo really can bring out the life in daniel

something about him intimidates you, maybe it was the fact that he was the student council president, a higher position and of higher authority

even though you two were from the same classes, both of you never talked much, only during meetings and discussions

your relationship with him was just a bit more distant than the others

back in your home life, your family was of a lower socio-economic status, so you basically had to work as well, but as a part-timer

out of all the jobs you had to pursue, it had to be a server/cook in a cat café in your neighbourhood

you worked on tuesday, thursday and friday after school

so your schedule was quite packed

either way, you still pressed on and did what you had to do

one week, you were clocking in at 3pm after school

“hey, y/n!” juyeon cooed

you waved back in response

she was your middle school friend that unfortunately went to a different high school

but despite that, you two managed to stay as close friends

tying on your cat-apron and fitting on your cat ears in the employees room, you looked in your locker mirror

looking back at the reflection of yourself, you cringed

even after a year of working in the same establishment, you still cannot stand the fact that you were supposed to serve your customers in that getup

taking a slow deep breath, you walked back out to the kitchen to get ready for any orders

just as an order for a warm lava cake came up, the bell to the door jingled, signalling the presence of a customer

minding your own business, you placed the pre-made lava cake into the oven before winding up the temperature

“good afternoon sir! how long would you like to stay here for?” juyeon asked, with the same cheerful tone she always had

you really admired how natural she is at greeting customers and making them feel welcomed

she was the type of girl that really belonged here, a cute girl with a bubbly personality

“um, i would like to stay for 2 hours please,”

wait what?

that voice..

seems all too familiar

you peeked around the corner, only to see kang daniel, along with ong seongwoo, standing at the counter

ong was already peeking into the main café were all the cats were, meowing at them and some of our cats meowing back

at that exact moment, daniel made eye contact with you, the random eyes with cat ears peering around the corner

you ducked back behind the wall

your face immediately flushed red

your reputation is literally at stake here

what will happen if the whole school knew, the student council treasurer, one of the four highest student powers in the school, is working at some cutesy café?

but it was daniel and seongwoo, it’s not like they would spread the word right?

you gripped your heart as you sank down onto the floor of the kitchen

“hey y/n, is the lava cake done-”

ding!

you gathered yourself back together, smoothening out your waist apron

“yep, yep just about done,” you said, scurrying to the oven

“girl, are you okay? you look a little pale,” juyeon said, mixing up our signature pink and purple concoction to serve to the 2 new customers

“mhm,”

just about when you were finishing garnishing the plate of lava cake with flowers and a blob of vanilla ice cream, juyeon pushed the 2 mason jars filled with drinks beside you

“bring this out to the 2 boys over there for me, will you? they are lowkey cute tho, especially the blonde one,” she said as she nudged you, referring to daniel

before you could even respond, juyeon already glided off, tending to the next customer at the cashier

your heart skipped a beat

now i have to serve them? great, my dignity would be down the drain by the end of todays shift

picking up the lava cake first, you swiftly tried to avoid seongwoo and daniel’s eye contact as you tried to serve the customer who requested for that plate of dessert

when you walked past their table on the way back, you heard seongwoo say,

“theres no way in hell,”

you prayed to everything holy that he wasn’t referring to you

you picked up the 2 drinks that were located at the serving counter

while approaching them, you just prayed

please do not notice me, please do not notice me, please do not notice me

you just chanted your way there

standing in front of them, you placed the two drinks and coasters onto their table

their heads turned to you

you stopped your internal chanting

“here are your drinks-”

“YO Y/N”

oh i didn’t think WALKING UP TO THEM would work either, y/n

seongwoo exclaimed, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder

you groaned

“please let me live,” you said to seongwoo, before hitting the pair of cat ears on his head

while seongwoo started complaining, you could see daniel, in the corner of your eye, staring at you in awe

he was literally spEECHless at how cute you were

his ears turned a little red too

“sigh okay seongwoo, what would you two like today?”

“can you meow for us?” seongwoo teased, plastering a cheeky smile on his face

you just stared at him in unamusement, before directing your attention on daniel

“what would you like?” you asked with a smile, shooting a stern look at seongwoo

daniel was caught off guard and just stuttered

“um- i would like a, uhh, strawberry shortcake please,” he said, closing the menu and looking away

you recorded down his order diligently and asked the other fool what he wanted

after recording down their orders, you returned back to the kitchen to prepare them

on the way back, juyeon stopped you

“aren’t they cute?? y/n you need to agree with me on this one, they look like idols!!” bahahah

you giggled and nodded, returning to the back to get out their orders, decorating them

using your amazing artistry, you lined the plates with chocolate syrup, adding a little flower to daniels plate before placing the cakes strategically in the middle

once juyeon served them their orders you could hear seongwoo whine about not getting a flower, and daniel smiling really widely, his eyes creasing upwards into crescents

from the little glass window of your kitchen, you could feel your heart flutter as daniel takes a bite of your cake, smiling in delight

you felt your own cheeks burning crimson at any minor yet adorable action he makes

after that, daniel would return more often, usually after school, sometimes without seongwoo

he also matches up his arrivals to your work days

juyeon always makes you serve him, just to watch your trip on your words or turn pink at his small remarks

you would take note of his orders, usually a mini strawberry shortcake with a latte

on his sixth trip to the café, you decided to draw a really detailed heart on the top of the latte with his initials near the bottom

once the drink was served, by juyeon as you were busy with other orders, you took a sneak peek at daniel’s usual seat, which was in a corner

but he wasn’t there

you were quite curious, taking a step closer to the kitchen window to have a better look, making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you

from a distance behind you, you heard daniel’s voice near the counter,

“so, who drew a heart in my latte?”

your heart stopped

“oh, it’s not me~” juyeon said, pointing to you, a girl with cat ears leaning way too close to the kitchen window

you slowly turned your head, to see daniel and juyeon both staring at you

you just smiled and waved

oh god im such an idiot

daniel waves back and returned to his seat

you literally wanted to slap yourself

you shook your head in shame and returned to cooking up the orders

as you turned to the kitchen window, where you would usually place orders, you saw a small pink post-it

you picked up, opening it

“hey y/n, you end your shift at 8 right? i’ll wait,”

-daniel

your heart swelled up

you took a peak at the kitchen window once again, to see daniel cheerfully playing with one of our tabby cats

you couldn’t believe that daniel, who you once thought had such a hard exterior, to have a soft spot for felines

you also didn’t know, that love could bloom in a corner cat café in a neighbourhood; like yours

✽ alrighty i have finally done a daniel scenario!

✽ of course it had to do with cats

✽ literally on the verge of stretching it to a 2part, i stopped myself well because its literally 1am on a school night

✽ suggestions box is open :)

#wannaone #wanna one #wannaone scenarios #wannaone scenes #kang daniel #kang daniel scenarios

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secndlife · 7 years

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got7 as fratboys: jaebum

a/n: ok so here’s the first one!!!!! it turned out waaaaay bigger than I expected but I hope y'all cope with me and read it all bc I think it’s worth it. as I said it, there’s a nsfw part at the end so skip it if you’re not comfortable with that. and please, hit me up with feedback!!!!!!!! those are very important so yeah

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⇒ im jaebum: president

major: linguistics

minor: philosophy

ok so starting off with mr president himself: im jaebum!!!

ofc he was gonna be the president pls

so he majors in linguistics bc he wanted to do something different??? and like wanted to know the origins of words and its impacts etc etc LIKE DEEP STUFF

and he minors in philosophy bc well DEEP and he actually likes it a lot and he’s really good at it

you might think the guys don’t really respect him as a president but BITCH when jaebum is being serious they respect the hell out of him

he is the only one besides jinyoung that can actually put the place in order

a really good president???? like the university claims he’s an example even tho GOT had some complains in the past bc of it’s wild parties

he has this mysterious bad boy vibe all around him

but deep down he’s actually a softie

loves LOVES lOvEs his cat - her name is nora and she is the most precious thing to him

he wants to get more cats but he’s scared the guys will accidentally hurt them???? but getting more cats is totally on his plans

everyone on campus knows him - not just bc of GOT but well bc he’s that type of person that you just know who he is

he’s a MAJOR photography enthusiast

as you can see his instagram is totally aesthetic and with nice pictures

looks fucking good with a camera on his hands

actually looks fucking good doing anything

he’s also very passionate about music

like I told you he’s into deep stuff and he finds music quite deep

he’s actually a really good singer - youngjae said so himself

he also helps youngjae with his songs sometimes

they’re actually planning on recording jaebum a mixtape bc SURPRISE he’s really good at writing songs

has his earphones with him the whole time and don’t you dare touch them unless he offers to show you what he’s listening

yugyeom touched it without invitation once and well… it didn’t have a happy ending

his ipod is filled with pop punk songs and also rnb

reads a lot but not in public - no one actually knows why

maybe it has something to do with him wanting to keep this bad boy image around campus

has good grades bc he’s one of those people who are naturally smart and intelligent

he skips classes quite often

and when the guys wanna do it??? NO NO YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO CLASS

bambam tried to argue once that “why can you skip classes and I can’t????”

jaebum dead ass played the president card and bambam just lowered his head and went to class

he usually skips it when he’s way too hangover or he didn’t get a good night of sleep

has some trouble sleeping at night sometimes so you’ll often find him taking short naps at his classes

when he’s at parties he’s very lowkey unless he’s REALLY drunk

then he turns into the most extra person on the planet?????

he once went down the stairs with nothing but wipped cream on his Parts™ bc he lost a bet he made when he was drunk

no need to say the girls went NUTS

talking about girls…. they all want him

they all wanna know what’s his deal like is he really intimidating is he a bad boy etc etc

he didn’t use to hook up a lot

actually he kinda fell in love with this one person but it didn’t end well

he got hurt and since then he only has sporadic one night stands and they are with girls from other universities so he won’t have to see them often

no one talks about this girl episode tho

actually he doesn’t actually talk about his problems openly at all

when he’s too bothered he goes to jinyoung bc they go way back and are truly best friends

jinyoung just gets him and isn’t scared to tell him when he’s wrong

BUT he has everything written down on his notebook: his lyrics, his feelings and everything that goes on his mind

it is black and it says “people I want to punch in the face” in the cover

he thought about putting a picture of nora but decided against it bc it was “too soft”

he carries this notebook with him at ALL TIMES like truly 24/07

and he doesn’t like anyone touching it in fact it is his most private thing and no one can read it

jinyoung almost read it once and jaebum caught him

jaebum didn’t speak to him for a few weeks and shit got serious but they got over it after jinyoung begged for his forgiveness for like 15 days straight

he goes to the same cafe every morning ever since his first year

everyone there knows him and his order

he usually stays there for quite a while just scribbling things on his notebook and drinking coffee

he likes his coffee dark and bitter and he says it’s just like his soul

no one buys this analogy tho

you must be wondering where do you fit in this

well you’re quite of a coffee enthusiast yourself and you love to go around on campus and discover new cafes etc

one day after your children’s psychology class you were wondering around campus near the philosophy building and there was this small cafe with a cat by the window and you thought oh cute

so you decided to come in and order your traditional caramel macchiato

from that day on you started going there almost every day

a few weeks later you noticed this handsome mysterious guy writing down on his notebook and you couldn’t stop looking???? and then you realized he was there everyday too

you sort of wanted to talk to him but he’s too intimidating

one day one of your friends went there with you and he told you about im jaebum and how everyone knows him and how intimidating he must be

so then you kinda dropped the idea of talking to him until

well one day he left the cafe in a huge rush babbling something about forgetting a test and he ended up leaving his notebook on his table

you decided to pick it up and save for him so you could give it back the next day

and so on the next day you’re drinking your coffee and he arrives and as soon as he sits you go there with the notebook in hands but things don’t go that well

“hm hey so you forgot this here yesterday and I-” “oh my god what are you doing with my notebook” “calm down greg I just picked it up for you bc you forgot it on the table” “DID YOU READ IT?” “no???” “tell me the truth did you read it” “I said I didn’t” “just give me my fucking notebook I’m leaving”

you stood there with this confused look but then you got mad???

“well here’s your fucking notebook. I didn’t read it. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that. I just kept it bc I also come here everyday and I thought well I’ll be nice and save it so I can give him back tomorrow. I would’ve left it on the table if I knew you were gonna be this rude. here it is. have a nice day”

and you left bc you were angry????? who does he think he is????

so from that day on you kinda changed the time you used to go to the cafe bc you didn’t wanna see him

fast forward a few days and a friend from your children’s psychology class - choi youngjae himself - invites you to a party his frat is organizing and you decide to go like why not

then you remember im jaebum is the president of the frat

but then you think OH SCREW IT I’m going and I’m gonna have a good time

so you’re there and a few drinks have settled in already. you’re not drunk you’re just a bit tipsy and joyful

you finally see youngjae so you go there to say hi and you two start talking

then you notice that jaebum is coming your way and you can’t not roll your eyes

“you know her youngjae?” “yeah jae. she’s in one of my classes. wait you two know each other?” “unfortunately. jaebum was an asshole to me a few days ago so excuse me I have to go”

and youngjae is giving jaebum this look that says wtf did you do dude go apologize

jaebum rolls his eyes but he goes after you and he calls you “cafe girl”

you turn and you’re not in the mood so

“what do you want jaebum?” “I wanna know your name so I can apologize properly”

you debate on just leaving but you tell him your name and he just stares at you

“are you actually saying something or can I just leave?” “hm no! don’t leave.. I just.. I’m sorry. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have acted like that, you know, like a stupid rude asshole.” “yup you shouldn’t” “so I’m really sorry. and grateful that you kept my notebook. it’s really important to me and very personal so that’s why I acted like that.” “ok noted” “can I get you a drink to earn your apology and then we can talk like two normal people?”

you thought about saying no. you did. but he had the prettiest and most genuine smile across his face and you couldn’t deny

and then you two talk all night long and you find out he’s actually a really nice and cool guy with a great talk

so it’s late and you have to go home and he offers to walk you to your dorm and you tell him there’s no need but he insists and you let him

you two keep on talking and walking and he grabs your hand and when you look at him he has the cutest smile and that makes you wanna kiss his face but you don’t

you get to your dorm and you two exchange numbers and as soon as your inside your room you get a text

[01:35] jaebum: I really wanted to kiss you tonight. but I’ll take you on a proper date before that. are you free tomorrow?

so from that day on you two start hanging out and getting to know each other and going on dates and cute cafes and holding hands across campus and kissing under trees like this huge walking cliche

at first girls kept staring at you like they were surprised that THE im jaebum has a girl

and it was funny bc he walked with his arm around you like you were the most precious thing on the campus and the girls also looked kinda jealous

he allowed you to read something on his notebook once: it was a bunch of scribbled notes about you and it was so sweet and loving and then he asked you to be his girlfriend so BOOM you two were official

the guys start teasing the hell out of him because WOW you’ve turned jaebum into this huge ball of fluff

he’s really this soft dork whenever your around and that’s really cute

you two have this ritual of going to That cafe every morning and when one of you can’t make it the other one picks up coffee for the go

you had to be approved by nora in order for this relationship to work and sometimes he regrets it bc he swears you and nora like each other more than you two like him

it took him a while to open up to you but he did eventually

he makes you cds in a very old fashion way every month with songs he wants to show you or that make him think of you

and you give him this list with book recommendations so you can discuss later

you spend a lot of time at the frat helping him out with his president duties

he walks you to his classes

loves LOVES seeing you in his jackets or with the frat’s shirt

takes a lot of pictures of you - really, a lot. you’re having dinner? his camera is up. you’re putting make up? his camera is up. you’re sitting on the couch? his camera is up. like literally he has a ton of pics of you in his camera roll

you can keep him in check when he’s too nervous or too stressed and that’s great

he’s a bit jealous sometimes but he’s getting better

sex is a very important thing for him bc he belives that sex is a way to express love

like honestly he is very very sexy and he basically exhales sex so

usually he’s a dom and into rough sex

but there are some days when he just wants to appreciate you so he goes in deep for passionate sex and those days are amazing

sex is always very intense and intimate

not much into trying new things but will do it for you

never steps over your boundaries when it comes to sex (actually over anything but especially in bed) and you trust him a lot so

has a huge oral kink and also likes hair pulling

doesn’t care about doing it when the guys are around the dorm

overall he’s not the typical frat boy and a very soft person and you two became the bossy royalty couple and everyone loves you two

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jayankles · 7 years

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He’s The One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary:The Winchesters and the Reader are having trouble with their current case until the Reader spots a breakthrough. It takes a toll on them but one little comment throws them back in the past to much more fun times. When they brought back to the present they struggle to come up with ideas to help them kill the creature.

Word Count: 10,001 ←What the fuck? I probably won’t be doing that anytime soon but it was a long two weeks.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, minor character death, an awesome made up species, SMUT (Fellatio, Cunninlingus, Riding, Penatrative Sex but they are protected folks, its a lesson for y’all)

A/N – This is my entry for @bradygabrielle-blog ’s 100 follower challenge with the prompt. ‘I’m nott wearing any underwear.’ And for @impalaimagining ’s Cheesy Pick Up Line Challenge. Prompt: ‘Excuse me, do you have a napkin? *wipes face* There, now your seat is clean.’ And for @jensen-jarpad who said: Oh... I love this drabbles hahaha! Can you do Dean x Reader kink 34? [Getting Caught having sex] Thanks! For my Get Your Kink On Challenge

The case was long and the suspect wasn’t giving you anything, no leads, no emotion other than complete and utter fear, but other than that nothing. It was like he had no idea of what was going on and maybe he didn’t but this case was dragging on for a little over two weeks and frankly you were getting kind of tired of the same shit. And it sucked that you weren’t even getting closer to the end of the case. You had no idea what you were hunting, there was no pattern that you had spotted, no specific place that each of the victims were taken. Nada.

That was until you looked at the crime scene images again and saw the same teeth marks in each of the victims necks, their brains were eaten then their bodies left to rot.

You reentered the room, stopping Dean’s torturous tongue and glare on the suspect in question. Mr Rina looked grateful for your silent intrusion. Nodding your head out of the interrogation room, you closed the door behind you as you waited for Dean, a loud crashing sound travelled through the room before Dean came out calmly adjusting his tie.

‘You got anything? This douche ain’t giving me shit.’

Raising an eyebrow, you inquired. ‘You beat ‘im? Do you wanna get us thrown out? Or caught? That is not how FBI deals with this sort of crap!’

‘I wouldn’t necessarily say beat, just choked him until he nearly passed out.’ He answered nonchalantly.

‘Dean!’ You exclaimed.

‘What?! Plus, the FBI that we are, do whatever the hell they want besides, I just wanna go back to the bunker and sleep.’ He whined.

‘Well, that’s rude. I remember a time when you wanted to do more than that. Remember when you first met? Dove right in with the pick up lines.’ Crossing your arms over your chest and curling your lip up in a smirk.

‘It worked didn’t it.’

The bell above the door rang for the umpteenth time that day, you looked up and instantly smiled at the customers that came through there.

Two men in suits. The first one taller than the other with long shaggy hair that sat on his shoulders, the other had short and slightly spiked dirty blonde hair with the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen. The latter scoured the vicinity of the cafe and locked his magical eyes with yours, he made his way over to you whilst the other man he was with searched for the nearest empty booth for them to sit at.

‘Hi.’ He had simply said, a flirty smirk on his beautiful yet smug face. ‘Name’s Dean.’

‘Hello, I’m Y/N and I will be your server today. What can I get for you Dean?’ You smiled sweetly.

‘An egg white omelete, a stack o’ waffles with whipped cream and blueberries, oh, and two coffees.’

Writing down the order on your notepad, you nodded and asked if that was it.

‘I mean since you ask, Y/N.’ He waggled his eyebrows before continuing. ‘I’ve already got your name so how about we take it to the next level and you give me your number?’

An adorable smile painted his face but fell as you brushed him off handing the order to the chef and started to work on the coffee’s.

‘Must be hard with your sense of direction…not being able to find your way to a decent pick up line.’ With that, you placed the two cups of coffee onto the counter and slid them over to him. ‘But you know what, if you can come up with one that makes me crack a grin by the time you or I has to leave, then you’ve got yourself a deal.’

His deflated demeanour instantly changed and excepted your challenge, trying to come up with something that would blow you away and give him your number.

‘Is your dad a baker because you have some nice buns.’ Dean tried, his mouth opened slightly then clicked his tongue, pointing finger guns at you.

First attempt? Epic fail.

Scrunching your nose, your lips drew themselves into a thin line as you had to tell him that you’d already heard that line a few times. ‘My dad left me a while back so I might not know and no he probably wasn’t a baker.’

The bell behind you ding dinged, signalling that the order was ready. Nodding your thanks, you turned back to the trying customer.

‘Better luck next time, ’ey sport.’ Gently patting his cheek and placed his order in front of him, he took them in his large – you observed – hands, mumbling under his breath something that you couldn’t understand, his voice to quiet for you to hear him correctly. He roughly placed the ceramic plates down before scooping up the coffee mugs and finally taking a seat with the taller man he came in with. The latter looking across the diner, catching your eye and turning back to Dean with a giant grin on his face as he dug into his omelete. You saw that Dean was sulking, was he pouting? Yep and it was the cutest thing in the world. Maybe you should give him a chance. Maybe.

You made your rounds around the tables and booths, offering them more coffee and grabbing their bills, occassionally gaining a tip that may or may not help you, depending on whether or not they were regulars or considered wealthy in that specific area. When you got to the booth Dean and his partner was sat at, you smiled at them keeping most of your attention of the other man, seeing Dean’s nostrils flare in anger in your peripherals.It only spurred you on more to mess with him.

‘Good morning, Sir, is everything okay? Can I get you some more coffee?’ You asked the handsome man across from Dean.

‘Sam, please, Sir makes me feel old. A coffee though would be lovely.’ He looked down at your label, ‘Thank you, Y/N.’

Nodding, you poured the coffee almost to the brim of his cup and turned your attention to the brooding blonde.

‘Hi Dean,’ your voice awful chipper for his liking but it was too fun not to mess with him. He was way too cute and getting him all riled up made him look even hotter than he already was. Was that even possible? ‘Same again?’

‘Sure thing. I think I’m ready to try again.’

Sam’s eyebrows shot up his forehead, not comprehending what had gone on in the few minutes Dean had spent with you. ‘Go for it, sweet cheeks.’

‘You must be a hell of a thief because you sure stole my heart from across the room.’

The well dressed green eyed man tipped his head to the side and gave you a confident smile, pretty sure he was going to get you on this one.

Finished flooding the caffeine into the mug, your lips curled into an impressed upside down smile, you had to give him props for trying. ‘You know, you’re getting better at this and I do like that one. I should write that down. You are getting closer, already at four digits. So close to getting the full thing.’ You left with a wink.

After waiting on a few tables and taking their orders, you saw a hand raise in the air, looking up to see it was Dean, you held up one finger signalling that you would be over in a second as you gave the bill to the paying customer in front of you.

When you got over to the table, you raised your eyebrows expectantly, a soft curl in your lips as you subtly stared at the men.

‘Excuse me do you have a napkin?’

Well that was unexpected. Sparing a glance over at his table you observed that they were missing the napkin box that you thought you had placed there. Seeing as the booth behind them was unoccupied, you grabbed that metal container and brought it over to their table, appeasing them.

Dean pulled his hand out from under the table, revealing the napkin box and took one before wiping his face. Standing there with a bewildered expression on your face, you looked at Sam and then to Dean.

When he pulled away the napkin, he wore a shit eating grin on his face, he was so sure of himself and he wanted you to know it. His partner lifted the mug of coffee to his lips as Dean was about to try and fail again.

‘There, now your seat is clean.’ Dean kept a straight face as he experimented with his pick up line but Sam had lost it, spitting the coffee from his mouth and across the table nearly missing Dean. ‘You okay there, Sammy?’

Sam took one of the napkins and excused himself from the table clearly not expecting that from Dean. ‘I’m going to leave you to it.’ You missed the subtle wink Sam sent to his partner as you hid your face behind the menu.

You left as Sam did, going back to the counter, Dean’s disappointed face not going unnoticed in the corner of your eye but you’d bring that back up in just a second.

Pulling out your pen, you leaned against the counter making sure you had your denim clad ass on show to tease him. You wrote on the pad and tore off the paper before sauntering over to the booth where Dean now held his head in his palms.

Curling your fingers around his, you pulled them away from his face. Before you could get a word out, he was already apologising for taking it to far. Pressing a kiss to his cheek to silence him, you whispered in his ear that you got off work in twenty minutes and maybe you could try out your new seat.

Dean had asked for the bill not long after your suggestion to meet him after your shift. It was nearly two in the evening - when your shift ended - but you started at seven in the morning, you were exhausted but more full of energy thinking about what you and Dean would be doing in a few long awaited minutes.

Your thighs clenched and you bit your lip as the dirty thoughts roamed around in your mind.

Untying the rope at the small of your back, the apron loosened its grip on you, allowing you to take it off and put it back in your locker. Luckily all you had to do was change from the diners custom red polo into one of your tops that you kept in there; thank god it was a cute floral off the shoulder one. But at the end of the day it wouldn’t matter, it was coming off anyway.

Grabbing your purse, you flung it over your shoulder and stalked your way outside of the diner after a quick wave goodbye to your manager, telling her that you would see her tomorrow.

You were playing with the hem of your top, walking down the street to your car before you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a hand covering your mouth, pulling you towards their chest and into an alleyway.

You attempted to scream anything to break free of his hold, you were ready to throw a punch but stopped quickly when you realised that it was only Dean.

‘Why would you scare me like that. Fuck sake.Why can’t you come to me like a normal person?’ You shoved his shoulder away from you, putting your hands on either side of your face to calm down. Why he would think it was okay to act like a creepy kidnapper, you wouldn’t know.

He tilted his head and rose his perfectly sculpted eyebrows. ‘Sweetheart, I’m far from normal.’

‘Why? Are you kinky? Is that why you tried to kidnap me? Is it for your sex chamber?’ The random questions spilled from your mouth without you thinking and now that you thought about it, it sounded ridiculous.

‘I did not try to kidnap you but I shouldn’t have scared you like that. I’m sorry. And as for the kinky thing - I just asked you in front of my brother if you wanted to sit on my face, that’s enough kink for me today.’

‘Ah so you limit your kinks per day, smart move.’ With your lips pursed, you nodded in comprehension.

Dean decided to take you back to his motel room in his beautiful black muscle car he called Baby. You instantly knew he was attached to this car probably more than he was to any woman in his life.

Words about your life were exchanged; jobs, interests, family. You learnt that he was in the FBI solving a case that brought him and his brother into town. He had previously been a pest control specialist, a mechanic and a fireman before he was in the FBI. Sometime he still reverted back to those jobs when he wasn’t busy.

He loved pie. And the way he talked about it, you thought that he would have an orgasm right then and there.

He rested a hand on your thigh as he learned that your sister had died and you hadn’t seen your parents ever since she died, blaming you for her death.

You didn’t know why you were revealing your darkest of secrets to Dean but somehow you put all your faith and trust into him without a second thought.

‘Even after an animal attack seventeen years ago, they still won’t talk to me. They moved away when I was still in school with nothing but a note saying that they couldn’t stand to see my face any longer, so I had to bring myself up and that is how it’s been. I’m sorry, you don’t even know me and here I am spilling all of my baggage onto you.’ Placing your hand over Dean’s, you sought out the silent comfort he was giving you and you lightly squeezed his hand in thanks. You put an end to your babbling and wiped away the tears, the pain being brought to the surface like a fresh wound.

'Don’t worry, really it’s okay- wait did you say animal attack?’

'Yeah, we were in the woods and I lost her for a minute, took my eyes off of her for a few seconds to see where a noise was coming from and then I heard her scream and-’

You were interrupted when Dean had hushed you, you were so lost in your nightmares that you didn’t even realised that he had pulled the car over. His hand had made its way into you hair, his fingertips stroking over your scalp as he press his lips to your hair. He didn’t say anything, yet he knew he didn’t need too, it was pointless if he had said he was sorry for your loss because you had heard it all before. You didn’t need nor did you want any sympathy, that time was a long time ago and although you would do anything to get her back, or trade places with her, you simply knew it wasn’t possible.

After the emotional explosion you exerted, Dean decided to turn on his radio where it blasted Led Zeppelin’s Ramble on. Dean’s terrible singing brightened your mood immensely, you laughed at him before you joined in, letting go of the past and enjoying your time with him.

Walking through the door, Dean was on you in an instant, pushing you into the wall as soon as he had slammed the motel door shut. His hands and lips were everywhere; lips tracing all exposed areas of your skin and his hands skimming over your body, pulling you closer to him.

His fingers travelled to pop the button of your jeans, you did the same for him then pushed the flannel he wore off his shoulder, revealing his broad shoulders encased by his black tee. He stepped back and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

Whilst he was preoccupied with his attire, you pushed your unbuttoned jeans down your hips along with your underwear. Toeing off his boots, you peeled your top from your skin and added it to the pile of clothing on the floor.

With you naked and under his heated gaze, Dean was just down to his underwear, you aggressively pushed them down over his thighs to where they now pooled at his ankles. You gasped at his size, taking him in as your hands reached out and caressed his stomach, his abdomen rippling at your feather light touches.

Your hand travelled to his neck so you could pull him into a heated kiss. His lips attacking yours for a moment before your lip caught in between his teeth causing you to moan into the little gap between the two of you. Your free hand grips his hips and push him onto the bed so that he sits near the end, enough to give you space to kneel.

Within a flash, your straddling his hips and pressed your mouth against his. The little kisses turn sloppy but not any less passionate.

Rolling your hips against his caused the perfect amount of friction between the two of you. He groaned low in his throat as you repeated the motion; a positive reaction.

You smile as you press your lips to his once more before pushing him onto his back, where you trace his jaw with feather light kisses, making a descent further down south.

He goes to stop you but you quietly hush him.

‘Let me take care of you.’

‘You’re stealing my line, sweetheart.’

With one final kiss to his stomach, you stop your ministrations and sit back in your haunches. 'Maybe I just want you to wreck me with your tongue until I’m sated and spent.’ You say nonchalantly but continue to explain the perfect night in your mind. 'And then we could go for round three and we both get what we want. How does that sound?’ You seductively run your fingernails over his thighs.

He practically moans 'Oh my god, you’re freaking perfect!’

Remembering that he had but a pause your actions, you asked, 'you want me to stop?’

'Fuck! God no!’ He almost shouted, nearly whimpered as you gripped onto his cock.

You squeezed a little as you moved your hand up and down over him, your motions slow and calculated. Seeing as his eyes were trained on you, you decided to put on a little show for him. Dropping to your knees on the floor, you saw that Dean was now on his elbows, watching your everymove.

Without another thought, you took the crown of his cock into your mouth, tasting the salty precome that slid from his slit. He moaned, encouraging you to give him little kitten licks to the tip of his cock, the velvet head of it slipping easily into your mouth.You took him deeper, pumping at the base of his dick, where your throat couldn’t take anymore.

'God, you’re so good at that, baby.’

Dean’s head fell back onto the covers, you could tell he was struggling to keep himself from canting his hips upwards. Your head was bobbing up and down along with your fist, saliva dribbling down and out of your mouth, coating Dean with your spit.

‘Oh, fuck! Such a dirty girl, Y/N.’ Dean groaned as he threaded his long fingers through the strands of your hair and gripping onto it firmly.

You heard the tone he used in his voice and knew he was close to blowing his load so you cradled his balls in the palm of your hand and squeezed them with a little added pressure. The combination of your movements had Dean’s balls tightening and nearing his orgasm. You decided to push down further on him, he was hitting the back of you throat now.

Quickly, he sat up and knotted both of his hands in your hair, trying to get you off of him but you stood your ground, releasing his balls and clutching onto one of his thighs, crescent moon shapes appearing as they dug into his thick, muscly thighs. You hollowed your cheeks and increased your pace. Finally he allowed himself to release his load into your mouth and you greedily swallowed it down.

Dean hips thrusted into your mouth once more and you came off of his dick with a wet pop and locked your lips taking off the remnants that stuck to your lips.

He grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you up into his lap so you were once more straddling him, you stopped him though.

'What is it? What’s wrong?’ He was genuinely concerned, maybe you couldn’t go further that he wanted to.

Looking into his eyes, you searched for any uncertainty. 'Nothing, it’s just…’

His thumbs stroked over the apple of each of your cheeks and waited for you to continue.

'I had your dick in my mouth and you wanna…you know.’ You almost whispered.

You were clearly embarrassed but Dean pulled you closer and kissed you anyway, softer and sweeter that the first one that the two of you shared at the beginning of your encounter.

When he pulled away, no matter how sweet it was, he still left you breathless. 'I don’t care, you don’t have to worry about that, just enjoy, okay?’

He waited for your confirmation and dove straight for you again, the tenderness all but forgotten as your all teeth, tongue, moans and groans as your mouths forcefully clash together. He slid his tongue at the seem of your lip and you opened your mouth for him. Dean groaned as he got a taste of himself on your tongue. Your arms wound around his neck and you pulled him closer, eager to have him as near to you as possible.

Your breaths mingled until the need for oxygen became too much and you had to part, your forehead slanted against his as you tried to control your breathing.

‘You still wanna try out that new chair, baby?’ his eyes almost black, hooded with lust as he looked into your Y/E/C orbs.

From the expression alone, you could have gotten drunk, you gained the confidence again to answer him with a giggle. ‘Well, now that I have been acquainted with it, and its talented sturdiness, I’m going to have to say abso-freaking-lutely!’

‘Yeah?’ Dean bit his lip as he awaited your answer, you gave a quick nod and kissed him again. Slowly.

Unwinding your arms, you lightly gripped onto his shoulders and pushed him down so that he was lying underneath you. Without breaking apart for long, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and maintained skin contact with him, your lips grazing over the corner of his mouth to his jaw, to the sensitive spot you found behind his ear.

‘You coming up here or what?’ He inquired with a deep groan.

You gave him one final kiss on the lips before you started to crawl over his body, your pussy sliding over his cock, causing him to hiss and the pleasure in the movement was borderline painful. You apologised before lifting yourself off of him and moving towards the front of the bed where his head was resting.

Gripping onto the headboard, you stood above him and looked down into his eyes, you saw the pure and utter desire in them. Leisurely, you lowered yourself so that you gradually got closer to Dean’s face.

It got to the point where he got so impatient he grasped your thighs and pulled you onto him, the sudden contact eliciting a high pitched gasp, almost like a squeal.

He didn’t dive straight it, no, he wanted to drag out where you needed him the most, albeit a bit apprehensive of being in that position with someone for the first time.

Your pussy was so close to his face that you could feel his breaths on it, but every time you went to sit a little closer he would push you further. Not allowing you to take the reigns.

He turned his head to the side and kissed the meaty flesh of your thigh, biting it softly and licking over the slight sting he had caused. He had only just begun but your body was already on fire.

‘Dean, please.’ You pleaded, feeling Dean’s fingers flex a little, you took that as a sign that he was going to do what he wanted and not what you wanted.

Without uttering another word, he craned his head to the other side, blowing hot air from his mouth onto your quickly dampening core before repeating his actions to your other thigh. When he was good and ready, only then would he start his torture - or pleasure, you didn’t know.

Dean’s hands moved from your thighs to your ass, pushing you up a little and you could feel his scruff against your heated skin. You wiggled as you felt the tiny hairs prickle your flesh.

Closing your eyes, you missed Dean’s tongue flick out and lick his lips. He completely caught you off guard, inching you closer to his face in a flash.

His mouth was hot against your core just microseconds before he dived in, his tongue darting straight out and dipping into you. Shaking his head, he looks as if he was vibrating, the tongue parted your folds as the wet muscle entered into you.

The pressure on your pussy was perfect, so perfect in fact that you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his face. He hummed in delight but then stopped shaking his head when you clutched a handful of his hair between your fingers, pushing him away for him to breathe and for you to look him in the eye and tell him that you needed him somewhere else, somewhere more sensitive.

‘Please?’

Dean smirked, he knew exactly where you needed him. His tongue peeked out once again and licked a long stripe over your pussy. He notices you rocking against his face, convulsing. And you moan as the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. It’s not long before the coil in your lower abdomen tightens, threatening to snap as he sucks your clit into his mouth, not letting up until he's ready to do so. He suctions and rolls the little bundle of nerves between his lips and you can’t help the quivering of your thigh and your whole body for that matter.

‘You like that, sweetheart? Yeah?’

'Fuck, Dean!' You grip tightly to his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy, almost to the point where he can't breathe. He reaches up and plays with the breast before rolling each nipple between each of his thumbs and forefingers.

He moans at your taste when you come, he's there lapping at your juices when they spill from your insides. He pulls away, allowing you to come down from your high, he smiles at you deviously, looking at you straight in the eye, you see your arousal on his chin.

Your breathing has evened but you don't have much more time to recover as he lunges for you once more, your first orgasm not enough for him. Still sensitive, your hips don't know whether to move away from him or move closer to him. It seems the latter has won. Your hands rush to be in his hair again.

His tongue is shoved deep inside your entrance as his nose bumping against your clit. His tongue eases up and out of you, still he closes his lips around your pussy lips and sucks as if his life depended on it. One of your hands release Dean's hair, but when you do he quickens his pace and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your thighs boxing him in and drawing him in closer to you. You grope at one of your own breast, as your second impending orgasm is drawing near, that same feeling returning. Another flick to your clit and he awkwardly shoves two of his fingers inside your dripping cunt. He curls his fingers in a come hither motion, finding your g-spot easily with his digits, stroking your walls that were clamping down on him. His coarse stubble was scratching against your inner thighs, only intensifying the fire building in your lower belly. You come for the second time that evening, enjoying the bliss that you're in as you collapse next to him, trying to calm your erratic breathing.

Both Dean’s and your chests are heaving, exhaustion ready to take over your body as you curl into him, tracing patterns onto his tattoo that you had only just noticed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to remove your arousal that is still glistening from his chin, you look up and see that Dean has a goofy grin on his face.

‘What are you smiling at?’ You ask with a furrowed brow but a slight curl of your own lips.

He turned his head to look at you and brought his hand up to cup your face in them, ‘can I kiss you?’ He inquired, not answering your question but you nodded your head anyway. Dean leaned forward, thumb stroking of the apple of your cheek, drawing you closer to meet in the middle.

His lips slant against your and you immediately open your mouth to him as he silently asks for entrance. You moan as you taste yourself on he tongue and see why Dean wasn’t so weird about it earlier.

When he pulls away your eyes are closed and you struggle to open them after such passion has already been exerted and you have barely even started. He gently presses another kiss to your lips and your eyes flutter open, instantly connecting with Dean’s brilliant green orbs.

‘You taste that?’ You nod. ‘That is why I was smiling.’

His hand moves from your face and skims down your body, over your luxurious curves but stops short of your thighs, his hand resting on your hip. With him touching you, your body was on fire, a trail of heat left behind. His kisses were so intoxicating that you had to go back for more. Lewd moans spilled from your lips as you felt Dean’s hands spreading your legs so he could circle his fingers around your clit before he dipped them into your entrance, his thumb now brushing against your clit, appying the smallest amount of pressure to make you feel the effects.

Soon enough, his fingers started pumping in and out of you, curling them until he was buried inside you knuckle deep and finding that sweet spot within you once again.

When you broke apart from your kisses, you barely spoke above a whisper.

‘I wanna feel you.’ With a final few pumps of his fingers, he withdraws them, leaving you empty and wanting more.

He kisses you once again before pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling his stomach.

‘Go for it sweetheart.’

‘You have a condom?’ Dean stretches out an arm to the nightstand next to his bed and pulls out the shiny foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth and handing the rubber over to you. Shuffling back, you now balance on his thick muscly thighs.

Grabbing his erection, making it stand upright instead of resting against his stomach, you pinch the top of the condom and smoothly roll it down on his cock. When that was done, Dean offered you one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Placing a hand on his chest, you lifted yourself up, hovering over him. The hand that was on his chest came to grip his cock and line it up with your entrance.

Slowly, you sank down on him until he was buried to the hilt inside of you, the blunt head of his cock hitting your cervix.

Subconsciously, you threw your head back in ecstacy, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your body automatically quivering, hips rolling, your clit brushing over his pelvis.

‘Fuck! You feel so good, baby. So freaking tight.’ Dean grunts.

You sweep your hair back out of your face and tuck it behind your ears as it block your view from him and his gorgeous body.

Yes, you are objectifying him but who wouldn’t? What he doesn’t know won’t kill him besides if he owned a mirror, he would know or he is totally modest, or blind.

You realise your fingers are still linked when Dean squeezes them, you squeeze back and release them, guiding both his hands to your hips. Grinding down on him, you feel the full length of him pressed inside of you, pressed against your inner walls. They clamp down on him as his pelvis juts up to meet yours and you know that that is your cue to start bouncing, moving, anything that will satisfy the both of you. But you wait a little while longer.

Dean’s fingers dig into your skin and you’re sure that there will be bruises but you don’t care, you want to be marked by him; he has ruined you for all men anyway. You lean down to attach your lips to his and the new angle creates a whole other level of pleasure, the waves that flow through you make the coil in your stomach tighten once again. You can feel your next orgasm approaching and you know you won’t last long.

You never broke the kiss, only deepened it, tilting your head to the side and pulling his face closer to yours. His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you obliged his silent command to open your mouth. Your tongues battled for pure and utter dominance, flicking against each other every few seconds to gain the upper hand.

When you finally pulled apart, he chased your lips and started to sit up but you pushed him down. Your lips going to his neck to suck a hickey, he had already marked you, it would only be fair to mark him as yours.

You were happy with the mark, dark and purple, when you pulled away. Dragging your hands down his chest, you trailed them doen to his abdomen, his hands move to your thighs and gives you free reign. Finally, much to Dean’s approval you start to bounce on him, going up until he’s almost out of you, just the tip inside, but then you crash down on him. You do this and your nearly there, nearly over the edge but you need that little extra push and Dean knows it too.

He reaches between your bodies and instantly connects with your clit, rapidly flicking over it.

‘Ahh, Dean, don’t stop.’ Reverting back to grinding, you feel the familiar clenching of Deans ball at your ass and you know you are both about to explode. ‘Right there, fuck, keep going, keep going, keep going!’

You rock your hips and Dean thrusts upwards and deeper into you, with one final magic touch of the pleasure button, your orgasm rushes through you as whitte spots start to cloud your vision. Tumbling over the edge, your pussy clamps tightly around Dean bringing him into his own finish, shooting white hot ropes of his come into the condom but he isn’t done with you yet, he flips you so that you are on your back and he’s hovering over you, his forearms supporting his weight so that he isn’t fully on you.

He’s managed to stay inside you and you feel full and sweaty, as the suds roll down your face and build on your chest.

You know he wants to go once more before he is finished with you and you are totally okay with that. You are totally okay with the predatory gaze in his eyes that he holds with your and you know he’s about to attack.

He dips his head and you think that he is going to kiss you again but he doesn’t, he buries his head in your neck and repeats your earlier motions, sucking on any skin that is available to him, licking over the small wounds he has made as a soothing gesture to calm the almoost pornographic moans that are leaving your throat.

Dean starts pistoning his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper into you, there isn’t much left he can do other than wind your legs around his waist and create a new angle but his punishing rhythm is interrupted by his brothers voice.

‘Oh god. Oh god. My eyes.’ Dean quickly gathers himself and covers you as he shouts at Sam to get the fuck out of the room and knock next time.

‘I did! God, what the fuck. Oh jeez.’

Sam continues to make those disgusted noises until he completely in the clear. Knowing now that he had to sleep in Baby, he sweeps up the keys and finally leaves the motel with a loud, overbearing slam of the door.

Dean slips out of you and jumps off the bed, locking the door on his way to discard the condom in the trash in the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up. You thank him.

‘Is there something wrong with him?’ You ask, clutching onto his biceps as he removes all the evidence of your activities.

He tosses the washcloth haphazardly on the floor and tucks you into his arm. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Like is he deaf? Because I am sure we were loud as hell.’ You giggle.

‘Maybe he just wanted to see the goods I was getting.’ He kisses you soundly, tracing pattern on your naked body as you both finally drift off into a peaceful sleep.

‘It did but we need to focus and it was a very good night-’

‘You tasted good, if I recall. That’s why I kept coming back’ Dean praised with a wink.

Rolling your eyes, you swept a loose strand of hair away from your face, ‘no you came back because of the werewolf that tried to kill me and you came just in time. I was too stubborn to let go that there are other things in this world that could have potentially kicked my ass. The sex was just a bonus.’ You smacked his shoulder, ‘stop distracting me!’

‘I can’t help it.’ He smiled.

‘Alright, no thinking with your dick for like five minutes and after we wrap up this case you can have all the sex you want, however you want, okay?’

He enthusiastically nodded at your proposal.

‘Thank you.’ You lead him to the table where the files were still placed, pointing to the connection in each one of them. ‘They had puncture wounds, right so naturally we thought it was a vampire.’

‘Yeah but there was little to no blood drained so it couldn’t of been.’

‘Uhuh but then we though it was something that the blood wasn’t drained and the brains were half eaten and their skull was smashed it was a banshee. Who’s to say that it’s not a banshire?’ You were impressed with the name combination you came up with.

‘A banshire?’ He said incredulously, ‘I’m not diggin’ the name but I think you’re on to something with the vampire-banshee hybrid. Maybe you should become a dectective.’

‘I figured you out, didn’t I?’ He nodded sheepishly, ‘mostly anyway. Not quite there yet. Anyway, I don’t think that guy in there has anything to do with this case but my main concern after finding it is: how do we kill it?’

‘A Blood Screamer.’

‘A what?’

‘A Blood Screamer.’ He repeated and explained further, ‘It’s not fully a vampire, sucks a few litres of blood from the vic then makes them delirious and smash their heads, as a banshee would. Henceforth, Blood Screamer!’ A goofy grin graced his face as he had come up with yet another hybrid name.

Sucking all the fun out of naming it, much like the Blood Screamer, or a banshire whatever you want to call it.

After you had conducted a few inconspicuous monster tests, you sent the suspect away with an apology, sorry for Dean’s irrational abuse.

Mr Rina had nothing to do with this investigation, you and the Winchesters were back to square one but at least you had some idea of what the thing was before you could kill it. The question that still loomed in your mind though, was how to kill it.

Groaning, you shouted in an accusing manner, ‘what is wrong with you?’

Dean rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around your waist, positioning his head on your shoulder.

‘I just wanna go home.’ He whined, he actually whined.

‘Can I tell you a secret?

He lifted his head and contemplated your words, whether or not he wanted to hear it. ‘Sure. Go ahead.’

‘I love you.’ You simply said walking away to the exit.

‘Yeah, I love you too but that’s not a secret you tell me everyday, Y/N’

‘I know but I had to get your mind off of this case a little because I’m not wearing any underwear.’ Scooping up the files, you wink over your shoulder, sauntering out of the door towards the impala out front.

Yawning, you make your way down the steel steps of the bunker. Unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep, not yet but you could get out of that uncomfortable fed pencil skirt, blouse, blazer and heels and into the softest of materials you had of your sweats, Dean’s larger matching grey hoodie, and your fuzzy slippers.

‘Let’s get started.’ Sam whispered, rubbing his hands together.

You had searched the entirety of the bunker, through all the lore in the library, even through the device that Charlie had left behind after she died.

So far you had only come up with four answers, dead man’s blood or decapitation, a gold dagger, combining the ways to individually kill a banshee and a vampire; a gold dagger dipped in the blood of its recent dead victim, or the Colt, which was a bust as Daegon had it destroyed and Sam or Dean had yet to fix the most precious killing machine on the earth.

You would have to lure it out and try to use the usual methods of the blood and the daggers seperately and if they didn’t work then you would have to pray that the third option, the combination, worked and if it didn’t, you were all screwed.

Sam and you had worked in the library for at least the better part of a full day, your eyes were droopy but you couldn’t give up, you reached for yet another cup of coffee and took steady sips of those.

‘Where’s Dean?’ You questioned absolutely fatigued to the point where you had yawned for a straight thirty seconds.

Sam runs a hand over his face and rubs at his eyes, clearly just as tired and sleepy as you are; he looks as if he is about to collapse onto the table any minute now.

‘I don’t know, he said he was gonna go take a nap but that was a few hours ago.’

Anxiously, you ask, ‘do you think he’s okay?’

‘It’s Dean, of course he’s okay. If he says he’s going to take a nap… he’ll probably take a five hour one.’ He placed his hands on your shoulder, lightly shaking them so you could calm down and stop worrying about his brother. ‘He doesn’t get enough sleep as it is. He’ll come out when he’s ready and refreshed, then I think it’s time for you trade places with him and get some rest.’

‘Yeah, you’re right but in the meantime, are you hungry? I’m gonna make some food.’

After a few bites of your burger, you had lain on your arm, passed out from exhaustion, your fries untouched. Dean had exited his room not long after you had collapsed onto the table, he chuckled and shook his head, making his way over to you. Seeing as your burger is half eat, he decides that one measly little bite isn’t going to hurt but he groans because it’s delicious. Not one of those store bought ones, no, your homemade ones. The ones where you accidentally make too many and have to freeze them.

You think you are smart and just say to the brothers that they eat like there is an entire army compiled into them and there is no tomorrow, or on good days that they are warriors who need proper food instead of rabbit food or those nothin’ but grease foods from the local diners. He knows that you secretly make so many because if you are feeling too lazy on a certain day or too tired on a day like today then you could easily take them out of the freezer and they don’t take long. But he doesn’t blame you, it’s rare that you all get a day off in this line of work.

You became a part of this life before you had ever met Dean and you didn’t even know it. But however daunting and horrible this life is, Dean was glad that you had given him a chance even after the stupid, dorky, cheesy pick up lines.

Quietly, and as unjarring as possible, Dean lifts you into his arms, your head lolling back before it settles onto his chest, one arm sprawled onto your own chest and the other falling to the side, gravity doing its job and pulling it down towards it.

Dean’s steps are gentle but his boots are making it difficult to continue the task at hand, silently, without waking you up.

Thank God, he thinks as he sees that his door has been left open, thankful he doesn’t have to twist the knob with his hand in an awkward position. He turns away from the door and puts his butt to use to push it open with letting you go.

He’s used to this, you falling asleep in random places around the bunker, exhausted to the point where you refuse to move or your eyelids grow heavy and close without your consent but you don’t have enough energy to fight it so you just give in to the tempations of sleep.

He utilises his strength to keep you across his top half, manoeuvring his right leg, he places his boot above the sheets and pulls it down enough so that he could put you down into the bed and cover you up again. It doesn’t matter about pyjamas because he knows that you love his hoodie and there is no pulling off the sweats without an argument but he does slip off your footwear and tosses them onto the rug on the floor on your side of the bed.

Sliding the covers up and over your body, he wraps you up and tucks you in, he leans down and kisses your forehead, you don’t know it but you unconsciously lean into his lips, keeping the contact a little while longer. His lips curl upward into a smile before he pulls away.

He doesn’t join you in bed, not yet. Dean checks once more to see if you are asleep, pulls out something from his nightstand and sits on the floor for a few hours before finally joining you in bed, enjoying his time being the big spoon.

‘If any of these options don’t work...we run, or we’re dead.’ Sam explained, a hard look on his face, this case had been the most difficult that you and the Winchesters had encountered and it’s taking its toll on all of you. You’re losing sleep and you’re pretty sure you are losing you mind but that might be the banshee element of the Blood Screamer.

Sam keeps hold of the good old machete, hands you a gold dagger and gives his brother the honour of the combined killing methods; a dead man’s blood coated dagger.

You all go over the plan, trying different ways to kill the Blood Screamer. But no matter what, you will always have each others backs, refusing to stray far from your little group, just in case there is more of those creatures than you bargained for.

Seeing the Blood Screamer flying around, you duck behind anything that is big enough to hide your bodies. You all have scent blockers on you so the vampire in the Blood Screamer wouldn’t be able to easily detect you.

Fortunatelty for you and the boys, you’ve scoped the perimeter and there is only one of them, the one you have eyes on.

Sam dives right in, running towards the Blood Screamer with a machete in hand but it screams and he is slammed against the wall. Sam groans and drops the curved blade, he clutches his head not long after and you know that the mythical hybrid creature has gotten inside of his head, making him bash it against the concrete. You think it only goes for the vulnerable but maybe it’s just the vampire’s thirst for blood and the banshee is making him smack his head to get it without doing the dirty work itself.

Whatever is going on, you are scared for your life but you have to power through you have to save your family and whoever else is out there that could be next. You can’t have their blood on your hands. You know how that feels, especially after your sister, but you don’t dwell on that. Looking over at Dean, you give him a subtle nod, silently telling him that it is your turn to try an kill that thing. You advance on the Blood Screamer hoping that the solid gold pierced through its heart would kill it. When you tried, you had stabbed it multiple times like you were supposed to but nothing happened.

Stumbling back, you landed on your butt, scraping and grazing your arms as you shuffled away from the killer creature.

Flashing its fangs, you winced as you were seconds away from your neck being impaled and then your brains being eaten. Just then, as you closed your eyes, a shot ran out and you winced as the body fell on top of you.

‘Ew. Ew. Ew.’ You shivered in disgust.

Sam’s head had stopped bashing but it started bleeding, Dean had rushed over to you first though, pushing the Blood Screamer off of you, checking you over before making his way to his brother, where he was sporting a minor concussion.

Dean pulled out the bandana, pressing it to the back of his brothers head. You wiped off the remnants of the Blood Screamer from your hunting clothes, before running to Sam’s side, checking his wound.

From what I could see, the lacerations weren’t so back so he wouldn’t suffer as he usually would, he had the normal symptoms – headache, blurred vision and struggling to stay awake but you prevented him from falling into unconsciousness, you needed to ask him a few questions before you allowed him to rest.

‘Sam,’ you grabbed his face, ‘hey, look at me, all right?

He weakly grasps your arm and inquires, ‘yeah. Wha- what is it? Did y- did you get it?’

‘Yeah Sammy, we got it and it got me. What’s the year?’

‘That a stupid question, Y/N.’ He giggled, you were tempted to slap his head but knew you couldn’t. You looked over at Dean, he knew the deadly look in your eye, smirking and deciding not to say anything that would threaten his life. ‘But twenty seventeen.’

‘Awesome, okay.’ You breathed a sigh of relief, even though he had the audacity to joke around at a time like this.

‘Sammy, buddy, what do you remember? Dean interjected.

‘I was an idiot and didn’t wait until it had its back turn to me. I stormed over there and got knocked out, next thing I knew, I woke up with Dean pressing the bandana to my head.’

Looking over to Dean, you ask, ‘you think he’s okay to back to the car?’

‘I think so. He can hold a conversation. His memory seems okay, he’s all good to get in the car, go back to the bunker and let him sleep it off.’ Dean pulled back the bandana and lifts Sam’s arm over his shoulder, carrying half of his weight on him.

‘Hey, Dean?’ You tried to grab his attention as you helped Sam on the adjacent side.

He didn’t stop but he spared a glance at you, then continued to look forward; you knew he was listening. ‘Yeah babe.’

‘How did you kill that Blood Screamer?’

‘I’ll tell you later, when we get home.’ He winked, answering semi cryptically. Not giving away anything just yet.

Riding in the impala back to the bunker was quiet. Sam was curled up in the backseat, asleep. You tried to contain your excitement as you inched closer and closer to your home. Your safe house. What you loved most was that you would be in the comfort of Dean’s arms, a place where you could think about the serenity of it all, a peacefulness that washed through you when you were in his presence and you didn’t have to think about hunts and the monsters out there. That there were other hunters in this world other than the three of you.

Squealing, you jumped out of Baby even before it had come to a stop, you heard Dean shouting at you that it was dangerous, however you were already up the stairs and out of the door, you could feel Dean shaking his head and rolling in eyes at your enthusiam after such a grueling few weeks but you didn’t care, not one bit.

All you wanted to do was to take a shower, get comfortable and out of those wet, gooey, gut covered clothes, washing all the evidence of the last few weeks away and of your body.

Stepping out of the shower, you stood on the fluffy rug, wiggling your toes. Life now was good. You had marvellous water pressure, cosy rugs and a matching towel. You dried yourself off, tossed your towel and the rest of your clothes into the hamper and shamelessly walked out naked to your shared room.

It wasn’t far anyway. Hopefully Sam had gotten to his room safely either by himself or with Dean’s help.

Seeing as a hair tie was wrapped around your wrist and your freshly washed hair was starting to stick to your body, you threw it up into a bun.

Dean was pulling up his sweatpants, patting down his hair when you walked through the door, stopping his ministrations, completely struck into silence, shock and awe.

Smirking, you walked over to his closet and pulled out one of your favourite tees of his and shrugged it on, thankfully is came down to your thighs so you were able to forego underwear. Not that that was a problem for him anyway.

Still in his stupor, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, finally dragging him out of him daze. He moans as he comes to the present, feeling you lips against his.

Pulling away, you ask, ‘so? How did you do it?’ Still curious about how he killed the Blood Screamer.

‘Can you keep a secret?’ He whispered lowly into your ear, grasping at your hips.

‘Duh, just tell me!’

‘I love you.’ He mimics you from before. ‘Just kidding, gimme a second.’ He disentangles himself from you and makes the small trek to his jacket, he reaches inside it and retracts the weapon in question.

You gasp and hands fly to your mouth as you see what he holds in his hand.

‘You fixed it?’ He nods smugly. ‘When? How?’

He admires his handiwork and in that moment you know he is proud of the greatest accomplishments of his life, you are just awestruck at how creative and good he is with this, how he had fixed it even though it was broken beyond repair. He was proud of it and so were you.

‘I pay attention. I worked alongside Bobby, each of us working on cars, building them from the ground up. Taking each and every one of them apart piece by piece and reassembling them, salvaging even the part that anyone else would think were rendered unuseful. Sometimes it takes a grunt like me to know stuff and put them together.’

You stopped his rant, pressing your lips to his, pouring in all the love and affection you had acquired over the years you had spent with this man into the kiss. ‘Dean, you are not a grunt. Far from it actually. And I love that about you. When did you even have the time to fix it?’

‘When I told you I was taking a nap the other day I working on this beauty. Just in case, you know, our other options didn’t work. Thankfully, I got the job done and you are alive.’ He ran his hands through your hair and rested his forehead against yours. ‘That’s the only thing that matters.’

‘Nah, the only thing that matters right now is that Dean Freaking Winchester restructured the freaking Colt. This is gonna be one for the books. They are gonna be scared of you, even more so than before.’

‘Nah, they’re only scared of me because I got you by my side, you’re a piece of work.’

‘Hey!’ You forcefully punch him on the shoulder and he pouts, that perfect, plump lip jutting out in front of him.

He overdramatically recoiled, ‘see! You are terrifying.’

‘That’s because I leaned from the best, hot stuff.’ You wink at him. ‘So you wanna put that masterpiece in the safe and then we do something,’ your fingers crawl up his chest and curl around his jaw, ‘a little more pleasurable?’

He looks at you from an angle, falsely contemplating your offer. Playing his game, you shrug and get under the covers and snuggle into the memory foam. Sleep actually overtaking your body and making your eyelids unable to co-operate with your overactive sexual imagination.

‘Maybe tomorrow, once you get your stamina back huh?’

Dean didn’t exactly know when but his life had been turned upside down. He didn’t think that he could have a life like this, a life with hunting and a beautiful girlfriend by his side. Yes, he knew the risks of you being in the line of fire. He was worried that anything could happen to anyone and he would take that risk with you. Only if it meant that he could be happy and he was. Even Sam could see a different, a change in Dean’s behaviour after you had gotten together. So maybe the apple pie life wasn’t so bad after all because in this life, you don’t get a normal but this was the closest thing he had to it and to hell if someone else was going to destruct or break it because if they did, they would have to deal with the wrath of Dean Winchester, the one who survived a lifetime of abuse, the one who survived hell, the one who didn’t think he deserved to be saved, the one who puts everyone else above him no matter if they are a loved one or an absolute stranger. Dean Winchester was the one who loved with all his heart and didn’t think he was anything more than a grunt who wasn’t a genius. You were the one that was going to save Dean Winchester and mend the broken pieces that were left behind.

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