#nini is writing

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

i can't remember if I already requested #20 or not. I don't think I did?? Figured a second ask wouldn't hurt anyway asdjsjds <333

prompt 20: a kiss out of desperation

hellooo silver! you did not already send one! Here's a Nivanfield. It's just pure sappy smut tbh. (you can blame Sam this time for making me rotate piers in my brain <3). This prompt also made me think of Shake, so I might do a flash fic for them at some point for this prompt 👀.

tags: smut; non-op piers; new relationship.

- 🔞 under the cut -

“Hnh, hah—” he grips the pillowcase above his head. He can’t help the full-body shudders that run through him, every thrust bringing a noise to his lips. He used to try not to, tried to keep still when something was in him, but there’s no point in it now. 

Besides, he likes the way Chris looks when he does it. 

He’s looking down at Piers now, rocking back and forth with this heady, overwhelmed flush to his face. He fucks into him slow, just beginning. Every slow, rolling thrust strokes Piers up into his spine. 

They’re trying some things. Not anything too unusual or bold, really, but nearly everything is new for them. They spent a long time just kissing and touching. Chris was determined to find every place on his body that made him shiver—soft circle around his navel, traced scars, the drifted sensation under his arm. When he trailed just the edges of his nails over Piers’ knees, he parted them without a second thought. 

One thing led to another, the heavy weight of Chris settling between his legs, and the blood had rushed there so convincingly that he needed more. 

Piers feels like he’s not holding his end of the bargain. He takes Chris easily, losing himself so quickly to every part of being under him and around him, that he hasn’t spent much time giving back. His hands are on Chris’ shoulders. He lets them slide down to his front. 

The man’s nipples are already hard. For some reason, it’s endearing. Piers rubs his palms into them. 

Chris jolts like he’s been shocked. He makes this strangled, low noise, and Piers finds himself grinning. 

“That do it for you?” he asks. 

Chris gives him the world’s least-convincing glare. It could have something to do with the little thrusts he starts doing, his hips flexing at Piers’ thighs. 

“Put ‘em here,” Chris says. He takes one of Piers’ hands and slides it down to his waist. Piers does the same on the other side, and he holds Chris. 

Maybe it was to bring him closer—who knows, and he doesn’t really care. He pulls his legs up higher, and the angle draws Chris in further, and then they’re both making stifled, breathy noises chest-to-chest. Every drag lights him up, makes his toes curl.

He feels Chris pick up a bit. 

“You close?” he asks him. 

Chris groans first, then he kisses Piers. It’s desperate, more rushed than the slow exploration they had been doing earlier, but he pulls back and manages to say, “Yeah.” 

“C’mon,” Piers says. He gets Chris as close as he can, arching and pulling him in at the waist, tipping his hips and searching, finding. “Wanna see it.” 

It’ll make his day. That’s the only thing he can think as he watches Chris’ expression tighten. There’s some adjustment as Chris tips his hips a new way, and then—

“Hngh, Piers,” Chris gasps. He’s found it. He takes the pace higher, fucking him a little faster. 

Piers tenses around him just to feel it. It brings Chris over the edge. He feels him stutter his rhythm and fall into a halting one, bucking his hips. 

Everything together—sound and touch and the slow build he’s been getting all afternoon—is almost too much. Piers slips his hand between them and chases the pure, dizzy feeling. It pumps from his core like every color, like bending light and sweetness that he can taste. He feels himself tense, close, his face showing it. 

When he comes, it’s with Chris catching his breath above him, weight between his legs, and warmth everywhere. 

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[applejade]

Secretary

warnings: smut, spanking with a belt, aggressive language, strap licking, boss and secretary relationship, strap sex art of Sevika is by Ochakka_b on twitter

After months of searching for a job, your friend from college had finally been able to pull some strings and land you a secretary position in her workplace.

It had started out so well. Your friend helped you settle in, you started to make friends with your coworkers and it seemed as if your boss had already taken a liking to you. 

But as time went on at your new job, the relationship between you and your boss started to change.

The squeezes on your shoulder after you successfully did what she asked began to linger longer than one would consider professional. Every time she'd call you to her office to give you another task, she'd gently grip your chin and force you to make eye contact as she spoke. 

And while she got noticeably more touchy, she also got more mean. She would find random small things to criticize you for, find ways to humiliate you in front of your coworkers, and then would call you into her office to have a “talk” once you finally stood up for yourself.

Of course, these “talks” included no talking. She only used it as an excuse to punish you the way she truly wanted to. 

But you didn't want to leave. You needed this job and with every cruel act, you became more desperate for her approval. Aching to feel her warm hand cupping your cheek again when she praises you for a job well done.

That doesn't mean you couldn't try to get back at her though.

Since she loves to insult your “prudish” fashion choices, you decided you'd wear something a bit more revealing today to get her attention.

You wore a tight black skirt that hugged your figure and threatened to show your panties at the slightest bend. Coily hair pulled into a high puff and black stockings.

You sensed her presence before you heard her dress shoes clacking up behind you. A sudden hand gripping the back of your thigh just below your ass almost caused you to spill the coffee you were making for her. 

“Meet me in my office when you're done. I need to speak to you”

Her lips grazed your ear as she whispered. Your breath hitched and you leaned into her.

You replied with a “Yes ma'am” and she stalked away to her office.

You dropped off the coffees you made for the team and gulped down a few swigs of your own in an attempt to prepare for another ‘scolding’ from your boss.

You opened the door to Sevika's office and she glanced at you from her seat behind her desk

She gestures for you to come to her and you hesitantly walk over and stand in front of her spread legs.

She gives you a sharp glare and whips your body around. Your ass faces her and you know she can see the glimpse of underwear peeking from underneath your skirt. 

You hear a scoff from behind you “What made you think this was appropriate?”

“I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to dress like this?”

Her grip on your hips becomes tighter and you wince a bit.

She pauses for a while like she's considering whether she wants to hurt you or fuck you.

“Bend over” She orders. You hesitate and look back at her. 

“Why? You're gonna punish me for nothing? I'm not breaking the dress code.” 

She stands and presses her body flush against your back. Her mechanical arm grips your cheeks and your face is pulled to face hers. 

“Keep playing with me and see what happens.” 

You try to stand your ground even as her grip starts to hurt your jaw.

“I ain't scared of you." you whisper

Her brows raise and her eye twitches. You can see her visibly trying to hold back her scowl as her grip tightens.

“Fine” is all she says before she releases your face and bends you over her desk.

You gasp as she roughly lifts your skirt out the way to reveal a pair of lacy black panties underneath. You attempt to block her hands and pull your skirt back down, only to have them gripped and held behind your back.

“Uh uh. Don't try to back out now. This is what you wanted.”

She switches your wrists to her mechanical hand so she can rub circles into your clothed pussy.

“Prancing around with this skimpy ass skirt on. You thought I wouldn't notice you coming to work dressed like a hooker?” 

Her flesh hand leaves your pussy and you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. 

Your breath quickens in fear and anticipation. You can handle a couple spanks but this is a punishment she'd never done before. You start to squirm, trying to free your hands from her grasp but she doesn't budge.

She huffs out a husky laugh “Acting like you don't want it. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?”

“Wait Sevika, please!”

She lands a slap on your pussy and your eyes start to water.

“What do you call me?" She says.

You sniffle in reluctance and stay silent. 

She slaps your pussy again, this time harsher and directly on your clit.

“Say my name, bitch”

you cry out “Ms. Sevika!”

You can hear her smirk when she praises you

 “Good girl” she says as she finally takes off her belt completely and snaps it against your ass without warning. 

You let out a squeal and she whips you harder the second time.

“Shut up” she says firmly “You want them to hear you?”

“No, ma'am” You whimper and bite your lip to muffle your screams.

She gives hit after hit until you're sobbing and begging for her forgiveness and eventually - she accepts it.

She pulls you upright by your puff and squeezes your cheeks together with her flesh hand. Your head is shaken gently as she coos at your tear soaked face.

“aww poor baby. You've never been punished like that before, have you?”

“uh uh” is all you can mewl through your smushed lips.

She mocks your pout and wipes the tears from your face.

“Please” you whisper

“Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me”

A smirk spreads across her ebony lips while she slowly moves your hand down to her pants.

You feel a bulge beneath her clothes and make eye contact with her. 

Was she planning for this?

“Take it out for me” she orders

You slowly turn around to pull her pants down and pull her strap out.

She tells you to get on your knees and you do so without hesitation.

Her flesh hand strokes her strap like she can feel it and you try not to salivate. She taps the thick purple plastic on your lips. “Get it wet”

You lick her strap all over until there’s saliva dripping to the floor. Her hums and slight moans make you dizzy and you attempt to fit it in your throat until a sharp hand tugs your head back.

“That’s enough” she says before she pulls you to your feet by your puff. You don’t even have enough time to wipe the spit from your mouth before she bends you over the desk again and shoves her fingers inside you. 

It only takes a couple minutes for her to finish prepping you. The ‘punishment’ had your pussy leaking enough for the prep to not even be necessary.

She lines her strap up to your hole and you feel her push into you. 

By the time her thrusts start picking up speed, your mind is already deep in the clouds. All you can think of is the push and pull of Sevika’s strap and her degrading encouragements

“Yeah, take this dick, slut” 

“This is all your little mind can think of, huh? Poor baby just wants to be fucked”

It doesn't matter what she says, everything is answered with whines and a mewled “uh huh” 

Her thrusts get harder the louder you moan. She slaps your ass as you start to fuck yourself back on her dick, coaxing you into going faster.

Your pussy clenches the closer you get to your climax and Sevika swears she can feel it.

“Cum on this dick, baby.”

Her permission makes your pussy gush and you shudder through your climax.

She continues fucking into you while your body goes limp. You put your hand on her rocking hips, attempting to stop her movement. 

“M-miss, please. No more-”

She shushes you almost instantly, putting a hand around your mouth, making your back arch in the process.

The squelching of her strap pounding your pussy and the friction on her clit tips her over the edge. She grunts out a moan and slows to a subtle grind until she eventually stills.

Heavy pants and the smell of sex fills the room. She slowly pulls out of you and gently pulls you up to her chest.

She kisses your cheek down to your shoulder and pulls your lacy panties back up. She grabs a long cardigan from the back of her chair and wraps it around you.

Your mind is completely emptied as her husky voice whispers in your ear to go back to your desk.

You sit through the rest of the work day in cum soaked panties until she comes up behind your chair and grips the back of your neck. As you ride in her car, on the way to her apartment - you plot your next act of defiance, hoping she’ll put you in your place again.

[throatgoat4u]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 warm me up

guys….. hour on the stair master and my legs are COOKED. i’m gonna die 🥲. this is my parting gift!

“chris,” you mumble, half-asleep, your voice muffled against his chest.

“hmm?” his response is lazy, the vibration of his voice rumbling beneath your cheek.

you shift closer, if that’s even possible, tangling your legs with his and burying yourself deeper into his warmth. “cold.”

chris doesn’t say anything—just pulls the blanket up higher, tucking it around you before his arm tightens around your waist. his lips brush your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

“better?” he murmurs, voice softer now.

“mmhmm,” you hum, nuzzling against him. “you’re warm.”

“ ’s ‘cause y’ steal all my heat,” he teases, but his tone is laced with nothing but affection.

you smile, barely keeping your eyes open. “don’t mind sharing, do you?”

“nah.” his lips press against your temple this time, a feather-light kiss. “always yours.”

sleep tugs at your eyelids, but you catch his quiet, “love you,” before you drift off, wrapped up in him and the warmth of everything that feels like home.

© throatgoat4u

[dollilacs]

gameboy ⋆.ೃ࿔:･

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader | Supernatural

note: aahh my first official work I hope you guys enjoy, if you have any tips to give me I’m always open to them! <3 (plus I am still working on a req!!)

Summary: you crave attention from Sam but he’s too busy playing a video game.

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you had came out of the shower, when you saw sam— your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed and playing a stupid video game, you audibly groaned to yourself when you saw his eyes glued to the screen “Jesus Christ sam, do you ever take a break off that game?” You asked as you dried your hair off.

No response, Complete silence.

You pursed your lips into a frown, you shook sam shoulder “Sammy,” you whined out and no response just full attention to the game on the tv. You crossed your arms and sat down on your bed where his back was the only thing facing you, you let out a dramatic sigh hoping to catch his attention.

again nothing, no reaction or response.

You furrowed your eyebrows together “babe!” You shouted and again no reaction, now you knew he was just being a jerk. You let out a frustrated sigh and pulled sam down onto the bed, you were now looking down at him while he looked up at you with a wide smile on his face. You tilted your head “you find this funny?” You grumbled out earning a laugh and a nod from sam.

You rolled your eyes and hit him playfully “jerk..” you said, sam sits up and turns his body towards you “babe, you know I love you more than a game..” sam says as he leans closer to you. You turned your head away from him, purposely ignoring his words but he only moved closer to you.

sam moved your hair out of the way before planting soft kisses on your neck, he knew that always made you laugh because it tickled you “you can pout all you want, but you can never ignore me..” sam whispered into your ear as he kept kissing your neck. You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore the feeling of Sam’s lips brushing and kissing against your neck just felt so strange and tingly, you hid your face in your hands before bursting into laughter.

after a moment you looked up at him with a smile on your face “I knew you couldn’t resist me,” sam said, you only wrapped your arms around him “next time you do that, you’re sleeping outside.” You threaten, pretending to have a serious expression on your face. “You make the rules, baby.” Sam says as he pecks your lips.

you bit your lip and pushed sam back down on the bed, getting on top of him and straddling him “you still owe me for those times you’ve pulled those jerk moves.” You said. Sam tilted his head in amusement “I’ll do whatever makes my girl happy.” Sam says, placing his hands on your hips. You look down at his hands, you quirk your eyebrow up and fix your gaze back to sam.

“I’ll get what I want tomorrow lover boy.” You say, lifting yourself off of sam and laying down right beside him. He looks over at you and you’re already cuddled up into the blanket, sam smiles at the sight in front of him “I could never love a video game more than you.” Sam whispers to himself as he turns off the lamp light and cuddles up to you.

© 2025 dollilacs rights , do not copy my works or post on different platforms. <3

note: none of the dividers or pictures belong to me!! all credits go to the owners.

tags!!: @whothefvckami

[ninii-winchester]

Fleeting love

Pairing : Teen!Dean Winchester X Teen!Reader

Word count : 4k

Warnings : angst, mentions of period, fluff, john winchester (he’s a warning himself), heartbreak, not an AU, not proofread.

A/n: i love high school love stories, I’m not sorry for dragging it 😭

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Dean didn’t want to go to school. He wanted to hunt. Just like his father taught him to. Although John Winchester trained his boys to be hunters from the very start, he remembered his late wife Mary Winchester wanted her boys to have a normal life. And honouring her wishes, John decided his boys at-least deserve to have a high school experience. While Sam was happy to attend school Dean was throwing a fit. He considered himself better than a high school kid and it deeply bruised his ego to sit in a classroom with kids that were unaware of what goes bump in the night or what Dean Winchester was capable of.

John told his boys that they’d stay in the same town for four years while Dean completed his high school and then they’d move for Sam to complete his’ somewhere else. With that being decided it was a given that John would be gone a lot and the boys had to have each other’s back. John persuaded his eldest by promising him the keys of the Impala if he made it to his junior year with good grades. That was the only motivation that made Dean get out of bed everyday and to engage in focused study. For two years Dean dragged his feet to school and finally after passing his sophomore year at the top of his class, he got the Impala for himself.

Dean parked the car in the school parking and Sam jumped out of the car excitedly running to his class. Dean rolled his eyes and made his way towards his own class. He mostly kept to himself in class, girls swooned over him as he walked the hallways, no matter what grade they were in. The boys envied him since he had the looks, physique and was on top of his class as well. It was hard to categorise him as a bad boy or a good boy. He had his fair share of fights with jocks and make outs with cheerleaders. And now to top it all he had a badass car as well.

A scowl appeared on his face as soon as he entered the classroom. A girl from his class, he hadn’t bothered to know her name, was sitting in his seat, all the way in the back beside the window. He stomped his feet as he walked over to her. Damn she’s gorgeous. But that’s not the point,— Dean shook his head before he spoke,

“You’re in my seat.” He glared at her. She jumped a bit at his voice but then she relaxed. She looked up at him glared back at him.

“What are you, five?” She retorted leaning back in the chair. He breathed through his nose and urged her to get out of his seat but she remained indifferent. She sucked her pen between her lips and stared at his face with a frown. His face flashed with confusion at the change of her attitude. “Can I sit here please? I’m having a bad day.” She said softly and Dean could’ve sworn she was bipolar the way she changed her tone within seconds. With a loud sigh he dropped his bag on the table next to hers and sat on the chair. She sent him a grateful smile and he just nodded. The teacher entered the class and started teaching, after a few minutes passed the girl whispered. “I’m Y/n.” Dean looked at her blankly and turned to face ahead.

Normally teenagers think about relationships, falling in love, but Dean had already internalised to stay far from these attachments, finish school to please his dad so he can finally hunt. But the pretty girl next to him was already causing him to waver in his decision. He was teenager a of-course he felt attracted to a beautiful woman. The class ended pretty soon and the kids were rushing out as fast as humanly possible but she remained seated and Dean noticed.

“Not going to the next class?” He couldn’t help but ask, she had her head down on the desk and her hair was falling on her face which made Dean want to tuck it behind her ear. —God what is wrong with me. He groaned internally.

“No!” She pouted and Dean held back from kissing her right there. He had barely noticed her existence in the past two years and now he’s having these passionate thoughts about her.

“Skipping class?” Dean smirked, she didn’t look like someone who’d skip class for fun. She shook her head at his question and Dean wondered if there’s something wrong with her. He raised his brow at her but she didn’t respond. She sat up straight and stared at her lap. “What’s up then? Can’t help you if you won’t tell.” Dean shrugged.

She didn’t know whether she should tell him, he’ll probably make fun of her. She’s known him for two years, they’re in the same class but he never acknowledged her. He barely has friends and he seemed rude. But he’s asking right? That should mean something! —She thought to herself. “I’m having a bad day.” She finally said and she didn’t expect him to roll his eyes at her.

“You told me that before.” He crossed his arms across his chest. She felt small under his gaze but something made her feel safe too.

“I woke up late and forgot my homework at home.” She whispered. “I got my period early and it stained my pants.” Dean was caught off guard and he felt embarrassed. Yeah he knows what a menstrual cycle is but he’s never had the first hand experience of dealing with someone on their period. But that sure does explain her change of mood. He didn’t speak for a minute and then he shrugged of his jacket and extended it to her.

“Here, you can wear it, it’ll probably cover you.” His jacket was huge, she was pretty small compared to him and it would cover her up good. “Do you want me to walk you to the nurse’s office?” As much as she wanted him to, she didn’t want any rumours to spread about him and her. She shook her head politely.

“I’ll manage. Thank you for the jacket Dean. I’ll return it tomorrow.” She smiled standing up and slipped her arms inside the jacket. She kissed his cheek, both of their faces turned red and she quickly rushed out of the room. Dean stood frozen. He’s never felt this way before, blushing over a kiss over the cheek. He’s done way more than that but this made his heart flutter.

The next morning Y/n was at her locker, Dean’s jacket draped over her arm, she knew everyone saw her wearing his jacket yesterday and she could hear them talk. From her interaction with him she could tell he was a nice person but his reputation preceded him, he was popular and was always found making out with a new girl every week. She didn’t want to be one of those girls so she decided, she would return his jacket and go back to never talking to him again. However her plan was ruined when Dean appeared by her side, he leaned against against the locker beside her flashing her his annoyingly perfect smile.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” Dean asked and she looked around to see all eyes on them. He couldn’t explain why he was drawn to her; it was just a gut feeling, a spark he felt. He thought about her the whole day when he went back home. He knew she’d be stuck in his mind, lingering there longer than a stranger ever should.

“Better.” She replied and handed him his jacket. “Thanks, Dean.” She said before closing her locker and turning to go to class. He wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her into him.

“Let’s walk to class together?” Although he asked her it was more like a statement. She gulped before nodding her head. All the girls’ jaws practically hit the floor as they watched Dean lead Y/n to class.

For the following week Dean could be found wherever Y/n was. He practically walked her to her every class, turned down girls left and right and he finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a date. At first she was skeptical at his sudden interest in her, and she turned him down. He followed her like a lost puppy for another two weeks.

“Dean what the hell.!” She exclaimed as he cornered her after class ended. “Why’re you interested in me suddenly?” She folded her arms across her chest.

“I like you. And I wanna take you out on a date.” He replied, his green eyes staring into hers intently.

“I’m not going to be one of those girls you make out with and then dump.” she said, her voice firm but laced with vulnerability. She wasn’t trying to play hard to get—she just knew her worth and wasn’t about to let herself be another passing fling. Dean wanted to feel offended but he knew he had a reputation and he didn’t blame her.

“Just one date." he said, a teasing grin on his face. There was a playful challenge in his eyes, like he knew she was tempted but wouldn’t admit it. He leaned in slightly, his tone softening. “One date to prove I genuinely like you.” His eyes softened and she could feel herself getting lost in his eyes.

“Fine.” She nodded begrudgingly. She knew he wouldn’t have left her alone unless she agreed. She weighed the pros and cons and the situation seemed to be in her favour. He’s got one date to prove himself, if he failed she’d make sure he left her alone and if he did turn out decent enough she might get herself a hot boyfriend. She rolled her eyes at herself,— Dean Winchester and boyfriend don’t go in the same sentence.

The day of the date arrived sooner than Y/n wanted it to. She slipped on a simple sundress and kept her makeup minimal. She heard the doorbell ring, she said goodbye to her mom before rushing to open the door. Not only was Dean on time, he bought her flowers too. She smiled at him taking the flowers from him. He told her she looked beautiful and held her hand to lead her to the car. He opened the car door for her too. The two had dinner at local diner and he was a complete gentleman the whole time. He didn’t make any moves on her, just talked and flirted a bit. Dean paid for the food and helped her into the car again.

Y/n couldn’t stop herself from smiling until her cheeks hurt. She never thought Dean be such a cutie. She thought of him as the bad boy who played around with girls but he proved himself.

“I had fun today. Thank you Dean.” She said putting her hand on his as he drove. He threw her a smirk.

“It’s not over yet, sweetheart.” Dean replied. She looked at him in confusion. She looked outside and realised he’s not driving her back home, instead they’re going towards the lakeside. She tensed, unbeknownst to Dean. She cursed herself for thinking too soon. He’s up to no good—Of course it’s not over yet. She rolled her eyes.

The car came to a halt and he got out of the car and opened her door to offer her his hand with a charming smile. She got out the car and he led her to the front of the car and faced her. He placed his hands on her waist and helped her onto the hood.

Y/n swore she was going to knee him where the sun doesn’t shine if he pulled anything. He let go off her and sat beside her on the hood. She looked at him, he felt her eyes on him and turned to her. He then raised his hand above them and pointed to the sky. When she looked up she saw the most beautiful canopy of stars stretching across the night. The sky was a deep, velvety black, speckled with countless twinkling lights. He brought her see stars. She cursed herself again — for thinking too soon.

The night was cool, the stars above casting a soft glow on them, adding a touch of magic to the moment.

“Sweetheart.” Dean took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “I really like you, Y/n. This isn’t just a fling for me. I want to be more than just that bad boy reputation.”

In that moment Y/n didn’t know what came over her, but it was her who leaned in first. Dean’s gaze lingered on her face as he slowly leaned in, his eyes locking with hers. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and tender. She felt her heart race, the moment stretching out between them. When their lips finally met, it was soft and slow, a sweet, lingering kiss that conveyed more than words ever could.

One date turned into five, and each one seemed to deepen their connection. What started as a single evening of getting to know each other blossomed into a series of moments filled with laughter, shared secrets, and growing affection. On their sixth date, Dean asked her to be his girlfriend, and she accepted. Being with her made Dean forget about hunting and how he would have to leave in less than two years. He forgot about how his dad might react or how Y/n would respond if she learned about his life as a hunter.

The news of Y/n and Dean being a couple spread through school like wildfire. They became the power couple, and it was truly endearing to see them together. Dean was the best boyfriend Y/n could ever ask for—always doting on her, showering her with compliments and kisses. He was completely smitten, and Y/n was equally infatuated with him.

They often hung out at Dean’s place since his father was frequently away. Dean shared stories about his mother, telling Y/n how she had died in a house fire and how they had to move. He omitted the part about the unnatural circumstances surrounding her death. Y/n also got along well with Sam, Dean’s younger brother, who liked having her around. Dean was happy that his brother and girlfriend got along so well. Time passed in a blur and they were towards the end of their senior year. Y/n couldn’t believe they’d been together for a year and a half.

Y/n and Dean were cuddling on the couch of his living room when the front door opened and entered John Winchester. The man was pissed, he’d a particularly hard hunt and he called his son thrice but he didn’t respond. When he entered the living room he found the reason his son wasn’t answering his calls and his anger flared.

“Dean.” His voice boomed and the couple jumped up from their place. The older man glared at his son and Y/n squirmed beside Dean. “I called you thrice, son.” He said calmly but Dean knew he was anything but calm.

“My phone is in my room, I’m sorry sir.” Dean replied avoiding eye contact. John looked at Y/n and Dean cleared his throat. “Uh dad this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” John tilted his head as he heard the word girlfriend leave Dean’s mouth.

“Nice to you meet you, Mr Winchester.” Y/n managed to speak, the man was intimidating her. The older man nodded his head. “I think I should go. It’s late.” She looked at Dean sensing the tension in the air.

“I’ll drop you-“ Dean offered but Y/n saw John wasn’t too pleased with his offer and she shook her head, politely declining. “I’ll walk you to the door.” She nodded making her way towards the door. “Baby I’m sorry about dad.” She turned to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“It’s fine, sweetie. I can understand the shock, coming home and finding about his son’s girlfriend he knows nothing about.” She smiled.

“Yeah I didn’t want to tell him over the phone.” He rubbed the back of his head. She pecked his lips but he grabbed her waist pulling her into him, deepening the kiss.

“Okay lover boy. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” She smiled pulling away.

“I love you.” He mumbled against her lips.

“I love you too. Now go before he gets any more angry.” She pushed him back slightly. Dean went back inside after she had completely disappeared from his sight. He sighed knowing he’s going to an earful from his dad.

“What the hell Dean?” John exclaimed as soon as Dean entered the living room. “A girlfriend?” He yelled making Sam come out as well. Dean opened his mouth to speak but John interrupted him. “I called you thrice because the Rugaru was on my ass and I needed backup. And I come home and see you cuddling with some-”

“Don’t even say anything Dad.” Dean growled before his father could say something about his girlfriend.

“What’re you gonna tell her at the end of the year huh? What would you say about leaving? That you’re going off to college.” His father asked rhetorically and Dean clenched his jaw. “How do you think she’d react if you told her the truth. Can you even tell her the truth?” Dean stayed silent knowing there’s no way he could tell her the truth. John sighed before he placed a hand over his son’s shoulder. “End it before it hurts the both of you.” Was all he said before leaving his son standing there.

Dean contemplated his father’s words. No matter how harsh they were, it was the truth. He had to end it, he knew she would’ve believed him if he’d tell her the truth but he didn’t want her to be any kind of danger, that too because of him. The next day he met with her in school.

“Hey baby.” She kissed his nose as he wrapped his arms around her. “Everything good at home?” She asked wrapping her arms around his neck.

“All good, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead. He hated lying to her, he hated knowing he’s going to break her heart in a few days. He felt awful knowing he was going to break his promise of never hurting her—the promise of protecting the heart she’d entrusted to him. The weight of his impending actions pressed heavily on him, each moment deepening his regret as he faced the reality of the pain he would cause.

He spent the whole week with her, clinging to every moment. He kissed her as if his life depended on it—because, in a way, it did. Each kiss was a desperate attempt to savor their time together, knowing how fleeting their moments were.

The last week of school before finals was when Dean decided to do it. Y/n was studying hard for finals, so he knew that the distraction might lessen the heartbreak. He hoped that, amidst the stress and focus on exams, the pain of his decision would be somewhat mitigated by her busy schedule. He’d asked her to meet him at the park. He waited anxiously for her arrival. When she neared him with a skip in her step and a smile on her face he had half the heart not to go through with it.

“Hi.” Dean looked at her face, feeling the need to preserve the image of her face into his mind. As this would be last he’d have a good look at her gorgeous face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked cupping his cheek, seeing the anguish on his face and he leaned into her touch.

“I uh…Y/n, I’ve been struggling with how to say this, but I need to be honest with you.” Dean blinked back his tears not wanting her to see it was hurting him as much as it will hurt her. “I can’t do this anymore.” She chuckled as he said it. “I’m not joking Y/n.” He said angrily and she stared at him in shock.

“I promised myself I’d never hurt you, and the last thing I want is to be the reason for your pain.” Dean cleared his throat as tears formed in her eyes. “It’s not you—it’s me.”

“Dean what are you even- is it about your dad? Did he tell you to do this?” She asked tears dripping down her cheek. He shook his head.

“No he didn’t. We’ll start college soon. We can’t do long distance.” Dean said whatever came to his mind in that moment. He wanted to get over with it so he could go home and cry. He didn’t want to see her tear stricken face, when he’s unable to pull her into his arms and tell her it’ll all be okay.

“Yes we can baby. And if you think that’s a problem I can always go wherever you’re going.” She cried and he wanted to take every word back and gather her in his arms and never let go.

“I don’t want you to.” He said knowing that’s the only way he can convince her. “You’ve been an incredible part of my life, and I’ll always cherish the memories we’ve made together. I hope you find the happiness you deserve, I hope, in time, you can forgive me. But this ends here.”

“Dean you can’t do this to me.” She sobbed holding onto his shirt. “Please.” Her body shook as she cried. He couldn’t bear seeing her like that so he did what he thought was best. He left. He left her sobbing in the middle of the park. With a heavy heart and tear filled eyes Dean entered his house. His father was in the living room, his back to Dean.

“Did you do it?” John asked.

“Yeah I broke up with her.” Dean mumbled wanting to get into bed.

“Dean, you had to break her heart not breakup with her.” John said turning to look at his son.

“What is the damn difference?” Dean snapped not caring about pissing off his father. John ignored his tone knowing he’s hurting. But it’s for the best.

“What if she follows you or tries to persuade you to stay? You need to break her heart, so painful that she can’t help but hate you, ensuring she moves on and never thinks of you again.” Dean went to his room without a word.

Y/n went back to her house, spending the entire night crying and wondering what went wrong. She couldn’t believe it was Dean’s decision alone; she suspected his dad had pressured him. She decided she’d talk to him once more at school before she made any final decisions.

Her heart dropped the minute she entered the hallway, she watched Dean pressing a blonde against the lockers, his lips firmly placed against hers. He looked at her for a split second and he could the see the hurt in her eyes but he continued kissing the girl pressed against him.

I’m sorry, baby. He closed his eyes trying to erase her hurt filled eyes from his memory.

Seeing him with someone else, she felt a deep, piercing sting of betrayal. Her heart sank, a mix of shock and hurt washing over her. It wasn’t just the sight of him with someone else; it was the realization that what they had meant so much less to him than it did to her.

I hate you Dean. She turned away and made her way to class.

Part 2???

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[lvlystars]

22:17 - y.jh

“please?” you plead, clasping your hands together. your fiance looks down at you with a stern composure as you continue to look up at him with those wide, pleading eyes. he sighs, pinching his nose bridge.

“fine.”

within 5 minutes, you’re straddling jeonghan’s lap, your tongue stuck out in concentration as a variety of hair pins, stickers and clips were littered around his long, black hair — the long black hair he grew out for about 5 months now. you couldn’t help but smile widely from how adorable he looked.

“you’re such a kid.” jeonghan scoffs. despite scowling in his seat, jeonghan couldn’t help but feel his heart double in size, the warmth exploding in his chest. as you continue to work on your ‘masterpiece’, his hands came down to rest on your hips, his soft thumbs caressing your skin softly.

“how could i help it?” you mindlessly answer. “you look so pretty with them.” jeonghan’s face flushes as he diverts his eyes, opting to play with the ends of your shirt.

the cold metal of his engagement ring against your skin makes you shiver a little, your heartbeat quickening from how flustered you felt as he looks up at you — admiring the way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, admiring the way your fingers delicately brushed through his hair as you looked for another spot to stick a 3D heart sticker on his head full of sparkly accessories; admiring the love of his life.

jeonghan mulls over your words, the comfortable silence in your living room prolonging until he cheekily smiles up at you.

“oh? if it makes someone look pretty, then i bet you’ll look gorgeous. i’m doing it on you next.” he grins, lightly pinching your thigh playfully, making you roll your eyes.

time passes by with the both of you just sitting in the comforting atmosphere as you continue to work on jeonghan’s hair, adding some final touches before you felt the sleep kicking in. you were nodding off every few minutes as he held you, his grip on you tightening the slightest bit to keep you from falling off to the side of the couch.

“okay, we’re going to bed.” jeonghan mumbles, carefully standing up as he tries not to wake you, carrying you to your shared bedroom and setting you down on the bed. quietly getting under the bedsheets himself, jeonghan scoots closer to you as you instinctively reach out for him, immediately nuzzling into him. jeonghan softly smiles to himself as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him as you subconsciously find warmth in him, a smile ghosting upon your lips as you fall into a deep sleep.

you couldn’t wait to do this to him every single day.

wc. 460

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[wonziz]

7. Soft launching💗

(Repost because my stupid assposted the unedited pictures instead of the edited ones)

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[planetnini]

KISS IT BETTER!

gojo satoru who refuses to sleep unless you’re in bed next to him + fem!reader. this started off so sweet and fluffy but my brain decided to take this another route (it’s very suggestive; i don’t go into it too much).. also the petname baby is used… it’s gross but i couldn’t help it… not proofread, sorry for any mistakes!!

you let out an exhale rubbing your eyes as you let out a yawn. your eyes moving to the figure sprawled out over the couch by your side, a sleeping satoru.

you chuckle to yourself as you adjust yourself and lean over the couch a bit. satoru had made it clear that he would not go to bed unless you were there next to him but because you’d been caught up in a report, he took his solace in the sofa next to you.

satoru had been doing this for a while… reading every now and then or watching something while waiting for you. usually you wouldn’t take any longer than a couple of minutes doing your own thing but this time it was different and it seems that satoru had finally cracked and fallen asleep despite his promise.

you brush a hand through his soft snowy hair as you observe his breathing. you didn’t care that he broke his promise, it was great seeing him so quiet as you carded your hand through his hair. you didn’t know how you got so lucky with such an amazing partner.

“you’re being a creepy weirdo with your staring.”

you were going to pull your hand away but you decided to keep it there, brushing his hair down to fix his bangs as his eyes were still closed.

“you’re awake…” you hummed with a small smile.

he exhaled, “i was never asleep.” he explained as he opened his eyes and looked over at you. just as beautiful as the first day he saw you.

“i like your hair down baby.” you mumbled, voice tired and kinda sexy (well at least to gojo).

“please… don’t talk to me like that.” he groaned as he brought a hand over to caress your cheek.

“sorry for keeping you up.” you said as you lean into his touch, his fingers moving side by side as he continues to observe you.

“don’t ever apologise for something so stupid.” he replied as he started to sit up from his spot yawning a little, stretching before watching you get up.

“you had a long day toru, let’s go to bed.” you held your hand out to him as you pulled him up from his spot.

“you’re not tired right?” he questioned as he looked over his shoulder at you as you walked to the bathroom.

“hm?” you hum, a little confused at why he was asking that. you continued the routine to brush your teeth as you stared at satoru who was leaned against the doorframe with a small smirk, “why are you being like that?” you mumbled with the toothbrush still in your mouth as you finished brushing. he just shrugged and you squint at him before flossing. you wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

“no skincare?” he posed the question as you turned off the bathroom light, following you back into your bedroom as you closed the door to your shared bedroom.

“too tired.” you yawn as you rub your eyes looking at the dim lighting in your room, you couldn’t wait to jump into bed and sleep forever.

“my girl is tired?” he cooed, backing your figure up against the door, his hand adorned your waist as he caressed your cheek with his other hand. his fingers interlacing with your hair as he looked down at you giving you a look you were all too familiar with.

“satoru-”

“you talk a lot,” his hand are warm, soothing as he moves it down to either side of your body, trapping you. his eyes are locked with yours and he leans just a little bit closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “let me take care of you.”

his warm breath against your ear is transferred to your cheek as his plush lips peck feather light kisses down around your neck. you struggle to keep the noise to a minimum as your hands move up from his biceps to his nape.

you can feel his body heat. the smell of his expensive fragrance mixed with yours filling the air as he nips at your neck slightly. you feel your heart beating irregularly, a flutter of emotions racing through you as you moan lightly.

he pulls himself away from your neck meeting your gaze with a small smirk, his eyes locking onto yours. a second or two of silence as he just observed your state, before leaning toward your lips.

you close your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist- those strong, muscular arms- as your mouth meets his. your hands that were on his nape now dangles around his neck, resting on his mid back and you can feel satoru’s fingers move through your hair.

despite being with him for years now, he still kissed you with so much passion… his lips are warm, sensual and you can feel his tongue, his breath, his desire and it feels amazing, so you kiss him back harder.

he smiles into the kiss and he finally pulls away from you, both breathless, “still tired?” he said and it makes your legs weak.

“shut up.” you declared, pulling him back onto your lips giving him another kiss as his hands move down to caress your thigh and then he rests his hand at your waist, his grip tight. his touch feels like electric in your state as he suddenly brings it up to your face to kiss you more and more. he tilts his head a little giving him a bit more entrance as he slips his tongue in. you’re moaning and groaning into his lips and satoru is turned on to the max. shit….

you feel yourself moving from the wall and onto the soft mattress finally being pulled from the kiss. both of your lips were swollen but your brain only craved more, “fuck. you just looked so good in my shirt.” he panted as he looked down at you.

“i bet i’d look even better without it.” you tease him and his eyes shine with lust at the comment.

“oh, i know baby,” he whispered as he presses a kiss on your thigh. his hands inch from the bottom of his shirt that you’re wearing and moves it up slowly, pulling the shirt over your head. he looks at your bare chest and takes a moment before speaking, “you are so fucking gorgeous.”

“today satoru…” you whined, a little embarrassed at his staring.

he leans down kissing you once more before pulling off his own shirt. you hands trails his abs and he looks down at you, sprawled underneath him and he wants to have you so badly.

“sorry,” he said, “they say you eat with your eyes first.” he smiled.

if you weren’t tired before, you certainly would be after tonight but it was the perfect way to end the night.

satoru would be asleep next to you, just as he intended.

tags! @stsgluver <3

have fun with this one ;)

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

Chreon Week 2024: Day 5

“We’re too old for this.” (on ao3)

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“Leon Scott, if you break your arm again, I am not taking you to the hospital.”

Leon smiles—even as his arms shake from holding himself upright. He doesn’t need Chris’ empty threats. 

And it is an incredibly empty threat, absolutely no truth behind it whatsoever; Chris would be grabbing his car keys the moment anything bad happened. 

He shifts his hold on the tree branches, making sure he’s got a solid foothold in the crook of the limb beneath him.

Not that anything bad will happen. Leon’s got this. 

“Could use the grill tongs,” he calls down. 

He hears the answering mutter, “I’m not enabling this.” So grumpy. 

“I’ll get them!” Rose answers. At least someone is on his side.

He’s so close to grabbing the frisbee—snagged in one of the fragile upper branches of the tree, almost invisible in the leafy covering—but he needs a boost. 

She runs back into the house, slamming the door behind her. 

“And how are you getting yourself down?” Chris asks. The crossing of his arms is almost audible. 

“Same way I came up, I imagine,” Leon answers. 

“Just be careful, please.” 

The tongs arrive. Rose passes them to Chris, who comes up to the base of the tree and holds them out for Leon to grab. He does so very, very carefully, only bending his knees a bit to reach down. 

He clacks them once, just for fun, “Groovy.”

Chris sighs wearily. 

The rest is a piece of cake. He pries the frisbee out with the tongs. It flings out into the yard, Rose running after it on her gangly legs with a cheer. 

Success. Now all that’s left is him. 

He’s not particularly eager to go flying across the yard, no matter how easy the frisbee made it seem. Pursing his lips, he looks down. Huh. It had been fairly easy to scale the base of the tree—a smooth, branch-less trunk reaching up about as tall as he is—but unless he can walk sideways or sprout claws, the way down won’t be as simple.

He glances at Chris. They have a short and silent conversation. 

He’s probably thinking about that potential hospital trip, or how he should’ve snatched Leon before he started running for the tree. Maybe he’s thinking about how it’s still the same after all this time—Leon gets himself in a scrape, a momentary frustration, until the inevitable trusting must happen. 

He’s getting too old for climbing trees, but never for the rest of it. 

Chris sighs. “I’ll get a ladder.”

[the-menace-in-pink]

Chrollo’s eyes spooking everybody’s mothers 9 times out of 10 but they love it

[throatgoat4u]

nuh uh uh

i wrote this in the car cause like it was a ten hour drive. what did you want me to do?!?! anyways, i'm still not really all too good w smut n shit so like bear with me while i learn. lowkey also, i've been feeding you guys with hella drabbles lately (it's cause they're minimal effort ngl). anywho.... enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

“you gettin’ close, sweetheart?” his voice is low, dripping with amusement, and his fingers don’t slow down, rubbing that spot that has your legs shaking.

“yeah,” you gasp out, your breath catching as that familiar warmth builds in your stomach, so close it’s almost painful. your hips rock up, chasing that feeling, just a little more—

but then—

“yeaaaaah no.”

your eyes fly open as he pulls his fingers away, leaving you right on the edge. your body tenses, and a frustrated whine escapes your lips. “wha-what?” you blink up at him, confusion written all over your face. “why… why would you do that?”

matt just smirks, his eyes dark and full of something that makes your stomach flip. he doesn’t even answer right away, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, making sure you see it.

“‘s what y’get for bein’ a brat today,” he mumbles around his fingers, eyes never leaving yours.

and then—just like that—he’s gone.

“matt?” your voice is small, almost pathetic, but he’s already out the door, leaving you there, aching and absolutely ruined.

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[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

IT'S MY MOULIN ROUGE-IVERSARY!!!!!!

one year ago today, i posted my first ever mr! fic!!! in the past year i posted EIGHTY FICS with a total of 296,495 WORDS!!!! insane. unhinged. i need to be stopped. or perhaps i deserve to be celebrated!!! therefore i wanted to make a post celebrating MY favorite things i've written in the past year!! obviously there are the fan favorites and i love those endlessly, but setting those aside for the moment, i wanted to highlight my faves that i feel were underrated! this rouge-iversary day, it would mean a lot to me if you (re)read my fics and left a comment or three on your favorites!! enjoy my list, may it be a trip down memory lane for you as well!!

darling, dearest, dead: Reflections on loving and being loved, on losing and being lost, on words spoken and words left unspoken, on shared experiences and differing experiences.

without a doubt one of my fave things i have ever written. i love this fic so much. i am proud of how this turned out and that isn't going to change, but tbh i had expected it to get more attention than it did. that could be said about most of the fics on this list so i'm not gonna say it again haha

countdown: On December 31st, as the rest of the world prepares to ring in the New Year, Christian sits with his wife in her final moments.

wept openly while i wrote this one. another absolute fave. i love this universe FOREVER!!! give it a read if u feel like crying

understudy: Nini knows the part. Canon-divergent AU in which Satine succumbs to her illness backstage, before what was to be her last performance begins.

y'all. Y'ALL. read this one. i'm begging. i still think about it on a weekly basis. i upset myself with this one. cried as i wrote it. wtf. i know it's angsty unrequited satine/nini but there's background c/s if that is a requirement for u

out of the darkness, into the spotlight (everyone's waiting in the place where you belong): Baby Doll gets ready for her first performance at the Moulin Rouge. Months later, everyone gets ready for the second performance of Bohemian Rhapsody. Well, almost everyone. There's one notable absence.

i know platonic pairings may not be your thing but i love this one so much. we have baby doll x satine. we have nini x baby doll. we have baby doll getting to say "mama satine"!!! i am never forgiving broadway script for cutting that. i missed boston bd and satine so much I WROTE THEM MYSELF. pls enjoy

broken mirror: The Duke gives Satine a present. She uses it for a purpose other than the intended one.

self-harm satine. fucked up and angsty but i love how beautiful it turned out

rotten: Two best friends, a walk home from school, and an ever-growing chasm of secrets between them.

check the trigger warnings on this one. exploration of modern satine's childhood trauma. i love her forever, my tragic girl

trial triptych: An incidence of being assaulted by an ex, as told through excerpts of documents from the resulting trial.

one thing about me is i love trying new formats

entanglement: Christian wants more than what they have currently for both himself and Satine.

a glimpse into a high school cs affair

yet to be born you're already dead (follow it through to the obvious end): Christian's thoughts while in the Duke's apartment.

trans!christian ANGST

thank you for being a fan of mine (especially if you read all of these words haha) and i look forward to continuing to share this fandom with each of you!!!

[ninii-winchester]

Only Girl

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.8k

Warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, spanking, language, age gap. MDNI NSFW

Part 2 to One of your girls

A/n : I wrote smut for the first time so go easy on me please.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Still pressed against the wall outside the bar, Y/n whimpered waiting for Dean to make a move, Kiss her, touch her, just to do anything. Dean squeezed her hips once before pulling away. She turned around to look at him, her face turned into a small frown. Dean chuckled as he noticed her disappointment.

"As much I'd like to give everyone a show like you did, I'm not fucking you outside a bar for our first time together." Dean said dragging her towards the Impala. The drive back to the motel was quick and the she didn't waste anytime walking inside. Dean slowly followed behind her.

Y/n started walking towards their room but stopped when she saw Dean stopping at the counter, "Room's this way, Dean." She pointed her finger to the hallway. He looked at her but didn't respond, instead he clicked his tongue and turned back to the clerk. She watched him put his credit card on the counter, getting another keycard. Dean took his time walking them to their new room and it was making her go crazy. She wanted him bad, she needed him to fuck her into next week but his unhurried and slow moves were driving her nuts.

He opened the room and let her walk in first, her heart was beating loudly in her chest, anticipation getting the best of her. The moment he stepped inside the room his lips were on hers. Fucking finally. She desperately kissed back, grabbing the back of his head pulling him closer. She let out whine when he pulled apart.

"So needy." He tsked gripping her waist.

"Dean please." She whispered batting her lashes at him. He smashed his lips to hers again, his hands moving down to grab her ass. A moan escaped her lips as he landed a slap on her left ass cheek. He let his tongue graze hers, moving in perfect synchronisation. He picked her up and slammed her back into the door, not breaking the kiss.

"Fuck." He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Do you really want this?" He questioned in all seriousness, if she wants to stop better now because he knows if he went any further he won't be able to. She nodded her head. "Words, baby."

"Yes Dean, fuck me." Dean groaned when he heard her say that. "Hard." She added and Dean's eyes darkened. He put her back on her feet.

"You have a safe word, sweet girl?" He asked in his deep voice. Y/n could feel her pussy clenching around nothing and clit throbbing.

"Cherry." She replied. Dean nodded before pulling away completely. He walked backwards and she took a step but he stopped her.

"Didn't ask you to move, did I?" He questioned sitting on the edge of the bed and she shook her head, taking a step back. "Now strip, and crawl to me." Whatever self respect she had left, after the bar stunt she pulled, went flying out of the window as soon as those words left his mouth. She worked fast to get off every piece of clothing off her body, once she was completely naked she dropped to knees and crawled towards Dean. She stopped right in front of him, he gave her an approving look. "Good girl." He said grabbing the back of her hair. "You're such a slut for cock aren't you, pretty girl." He pulled her body up so she was sat up straight.

"Only for you cock Dean. I want it so bad." She whimpered, feeling an ache in her throbbing cunt.

"I know sweetheart, isn't that why you acted like a whore in front everyone." Dean taunted unbuckling his belt. He grabbed both of her hands and tied them behind her back using the belt. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his thighs, he pulled out his hard dick from the confines of his boxers, Y/n licked her lips watching the pre cum oozing out of the tip. "Now suck like the cockslut you are." She didn't waste a second before wrapping her lips around the tip, sucking it like her favourite candy. Dean threw his head back as she swiped her tongue on underside of his shaft, she then took the whole length inside her mouth, deep throating him, "God fuck baby." He snapped his hips, fucking her mouth, Dean sucked in a breath as she choked on his dick, breathing through her nose. He pulled her hair harshly. "Fuck, that mouth feels like heaven."

She continued licking and sucking, hollowing her cheeks intent on making him cum but Dean had other plans. He grabbed her head to pull her off him but she tightened her lips on his cock, he yanked her off harshly, a string of saliva drooled down her chin. He glared at her.  "You're fucking insatiable." He pulled her to straddle his thigh, he could feel her juices coating his bare thigh. His knuckles brushed against her clit and she gasped. "So fucking wet, just from sucking my cock."

"I've been a good girl haven't I? Make me cum please." Y/n whined. She was getting impatient, she needed her release now, without a thought she started grinding her pussy against his thigh.

"You've been good, go on fucking rut against my thigh, make yourself cum." Dean leaned back on his arms watching her struggle to move on his thigh with her hands bound. Tears of frustration pooled in her eyes and she let out a loud whimper.

"Dean please, need to touch you, I wanna cum on your cock." She cried and he grabbed her face kissing her, at was all teeth and tongue clashing, his hand left her face and moved behind her to undo the belt. As soon her hands were unbound she pulled at his shirt, borderline close to ripping it off. Dean flipped her, so laid on the bed. She moved a bit up and laid her head on the pillows. Dean kicked his jeans and boxers and joined her on the bed.

Dean spread her legs open revealing her glistening pussy. "Look at that, such a pretty pussy." He dragged his fingers over her folds making her clutch the sheets tightly. He didn't waste another second before latching his lips onto her clit, sucking harshly. He then shoved his tongue inside her. "Fuck tastes so good." He groaned into her pussy. "I could stay here forever." Y/n grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to her core. She locked her legs on his shoulder keeping him in place.

"Oh God yea, fuck don't stop." She yelled as Dean continued lapping on her juices. "Yes baby, I'm so close."

"That's it baby, say my name." He groaned, pushing two fingers knuckles deep inside her cunt. And she screamed his name, loudly. "Let everyone know who's making you feel so good." He moaned against her clit, scissoring his fingers inside her, hitting her sensitive spot that made her see stars. "Cum for me, sweetheart." And she did. Hard. she felt her whole body shake as her orgasm came crashing. She panted heavily, Dean continued to suck on her clit making her push at his shoulders slightly but he didn't move, he went on relentlessly, overstimulating her. "Dean fuck." He felt her clench around his fingers again, indicating her approaching orgasm. Dean chuckled darkly before he abruptly pulled away.

"Dean what the fuck." She looked down at him.

"I'm still in charge, hot stuff. You cum when I say you cum." Dean smacked her ass sitting up. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her closer to himself, settling between her legs. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her right nipple, his tongue circling the hardened nub while one of his hands groped her left tit. She reached down between their bodies and grabbing his cock, rubbing the tip over her folds. Dean slapped her tit harshly, "such a whore." he said pulling away from her nipple. "You just can't live without cock, can ya?" Before she could answer he gripped her hips tightly and slammed his cock inside her cunt making her back arch from the bed. He didn't let adjust before pulling out and shoving it back in.

"Oh Dean yes fuck me." She bit her bottom lip as he continued to fuck her at a harsh pace, he pushed her legs over his shoulders, hitting her deep from the new angle.

"Look at that tight little cunt taking me so well." She heard Dean groan above her, his gaze locked on where their bodies meet. Her walls clenched around his length, he continued thrusting, hitting her g-spot. He smacked her ass multiple times, "You're squeezing my cock so hard, you like being spanked, little slut." He landed a few more slaps to her ass, "Is this what you wanted?" He wrapped his hand around her throat, "Putting up a show at the bar, begging for my cock, little slut couldn't even wait for me to get another room. You wanted me to fuck you in that room when Sammy could walk in on us huh? Such a whore aren't ya.?"

"Yes yes fuck I'm a whore for you cock. I'm your cockslut, fill me up, fuck i want it so bad."  She begged reaching down and rubbing her own clit. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpered, "please I can't hold it." She waited for him to give her permission to cum but he took his sweet time.

"Hold it baby, I'm right behind ya." Dean choked out, his thrusts faltering, a telltale sign he's close. "Cum. Fucking cum on my cock." He growled squeezing her throat slightly as he spilled his seed inside her. The coil in her stomach snapped and she let go, spilling her juices all over his cock. He stilled inside her, both of them panting heavily, coming down from their highs. He pulled out of her slowly, she winched slightly suddenly feeling empty. "You okay?" Dean asked looking over at her.

"Yeah." She replied smiling at him.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked gently and Y/n could feel her heart burst at his softness. As much as she liked him manhandling her, she was loving his softer side.

"Nope, not at all." She replied honestly.

"Okay." He pecked her lips "I'll be back in a second." He went to the bathroom and came out a washcloth. He joined her bed after he helped her clean up. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to his chest.

"Dean." She called out his name softly, "this changes every thing you know that, right?" She whispered lowly.

"Yeah I know but this isn't going to be a one time thing and we'll talk about this tomorrow I promise. You need to rest okay?" Dean replied kissing the top of her head.

"Okay." In the soft after glow, he held her close, peacefully falling asleep in each other's arms.

[niningtori]

been thinking about yeonjun so much i made him my home screen 🫩

[wonziz]

I always loved everything about you

pairings : niki x female reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst (?), a little bit of fluff

warnings : childhood trauma, overworking, anxiety, skinship, kissing (lmk if i missed anything!)

- NOT PROOFREAD-

this is for my girlies out there who are struggling with the same thing. Always remember, thing will get easier. Dont always preassure yourseld okay? You can do it!! Im counting on yahhh<3💕 this might be sensitive to something people so if you are not comfortable in reading it, you can always skip, take care💗

𝐿ibary…🖇️

~Currently playing: i bet on losing dogs by mitski~

You have always hated niki to the core. And he hated you too… so as you thought.

- more after cut! -

It was a week after the finals, which means, its the week you got your results back. You were nervous and scared, you always had a fear of failure trying to make everything perfect, trying to always impress your parents. You always overeducated yourself from a young age, pushing yourself more and more. You never did it for yourself but always the people around you.

It was biology, one of your strongest yet weakest subjects. It was your favourite subject but sometimes, you didn’t score as well as you wanted too. You sat in your chair anxiously, waiting for your name to be called out. you watched as your classmates faces filled with joy as they saw thier result slip.

you were called by your teacher, you walked up towards her and took you’re exam paper.

you walked back to your seat, looking at the slip in your shaky hands. An 82 again. You knew you could do better. You knew you could at least have scored a 90 or more. you stared at the piece of paper, regret filling you up. As you thought the feeling couldn’t get worser, your enemy walked up to you smirking, “what did you get huh? Why is it bad? Wow thats a firs-“

You stood up cutting niki off, walking out of the classroom. Niki looked at you shocked, following you from behind.

You knew he was following you but you were angry to even care. You walked out of the school building to a secluded area behind the school. You squat down crying, crumpling the paper in your hand.

Niki stopped in his tracks when he saw you crying not knowing what to do. He walked towards you slowly squatting beside you. “Whats wrong…? Im sure you got a good grade right? Can… i have a look?” He asked gently, putting his hand over yours, taking the crumpled piece of paper out if your hand.

He stared at it in shock, you got an 82. Thats good, really good. He looked at you confused, why were you upset with this marks. Niki puts an arm around your shoulder but you pushed it away, “go away niki. Stop trying to care when you dont. You hate me”

Niki looked at you with in disbelief, him hating you? He had always had a crush on you, but he always pushed thoses feelings away. He cared for you, but was too much of a loser to admit it. He didn’t know you thought of him like that. “Me..? Hating you…? Since when? Y/n, i have always liked you. Since ages. Grades does not prove your worth… its who you are. Your world doesn’t revolve some stupid numbers and studies all the time, its about knowing that you did our best. yes we need to study and get good grades but we need to live a little from time to time. Take breaks and rest.”

you halted up to look at him before crying again. Niki’s heart cracked seeing you so vulnerable and upset. Almost immediately niki hugs you “sshh… its fine, im here… let it all out.”

He stayed by your side, patting your back. You asked, “why do you even like me? Im not a good person, im not even pretty”

“I like every about you y/n. And i mean every single thing. Your laugh, your eyes, your smile, your voice, your determination. You are gorgeous. You really are, Its so okay to fail and make mistakes… we just need to learn from it.”

You look up again, with a small smile in your face. “Thank you niki… i-“ you got cut off when niki cupped your face in his plams then placings his lips onto yours.

“shhh… no need to say thank you..i promise to always be by your side. Always.” he mumbled againts your lips.

the kiss was filled with care and love, and that was all you needed to know

Nanas love note💕 : heyyy<33 Anyways this is probably my saddest work ever. I decided to write this as to express my own feelings, and to those out there who are struggling with the same thing, dont worry, you are not alone. I hope you like it<3 remember you are not alone and if you need someone to talk too… you can always slide in my dms<3 i promise it will be a safe place for you to vent or express your feeling okay? I love you guys sooo much💞

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