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mokulule · 1 year

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Take Out for Dummies - Part 2

Ship: Dead on Main Previous | Masterpost Note: So I was planning on sitting on this until I was about done with part 3, but then @yeetyeetedyote, who tumblr doesn't allow me to tag, did a meme for part 1 and I couldn't help but post it. So hope you enjoy. Jason did not know what to wear. It was Red Hood who had a date, but going in his full uniform seemed very excessive somehow. But there was also no way he was going unarmed. He pondered his closet with a frown. What clothing did he even own that were suitable for a date? He’d never had to ponder this before. What level of formality was expected? Probably not formal, considering there would be no dinner. Also he was Red Hood, there was no way he’d do formal, he had an aesthetic.

He finally settled on jeans, a red henley and the brown leather jacket he used as Red Hood. He held up the jacket and inspected it critically for blood spatters, that at least he felt certain wasn’t appropriate.

One hour later saw Red Hood rolling up to the curb in front of the building. Only one person was leaning against the brick wall there, absorbed in their phone; it had to be Danny. The rest of the people there were just walking past. It was Crime Alley, Red Hood barely got a glance of interest. Gotta love Gothamites.

Jason had not been able to really get good visual on Danny in the dark, aside from the fact that he was rather short and had dark hair, the night vision in his helmet could only do so much. He had not been prepared for how he looked up and the wide blue eyes crinkled as he smiled. Nor the way the button down shirt and the jeans hugged close to broad shoulders and slim waist in a way the hoodie he’d worn previously had clearly not.

Somehow in all his musings about how this would go Jason had never considered the possibility that Danny would be hot.

“Hi,” Danny said still smiling as he came up to him. He raised his arms out from his sides a bit helplessly before letting them fall back. “So how do you want me?”

Jason’s brain screeched to a halt as those words brought a decidedly not appropriate image to his head. He was so glad he was wearing his helmet right now. Jason must have stiffened or given away his embarrassment some other way, because Danny’s cheeks flushed as he too realized how his question could have been understood.

“I meant on your bike.”Jason hunched over, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter. Because that was not helping at all.

Wordlessly Jason held out the extra helmet. Danny took it gratefully and stuffed it over his red face.

“Front.” Jason said over the radio connection between the helmets.

Jason had to give Danny a hand to get him situated in front. He had to hold on near the center of handlebars and he didn’t really have good place to place his feet and had to hold them curled up.

It was neither safe nor legal, but Jason was not about to have a potential assassin at his back and besides who was gonna arrest Red Hood for traffic violations? The small hitched gasp when Jason curled around Danny’s back to reach the handlebars had his lips quirking up, and he might have pressed him just a bit further forward just for that.

“Where to?”

“Sommerset.”Jason raised an eyebrow at that as he kicked off the curb. Carefully, as he got a feeling for the different weight distribution, he drove them in the direction of the Trigate Bridge.

“If a tour of Old Arkham is your idea of a date, I think I’m gonna have to shoot you.”

Danny scoffed.

“I promised you fun, didn’t I?”

At Jason’s lack of response, he slumped further.

“There’s a traveling carnival on the fair grounds at the edge of town.”

“Huh.” Jason was trying to think of a time he’d actually visited a carnival as a visitor and not a vigilante to stop some villain plot. He was coming up short. There was a feeling in his chest he had a hard time identifying, an uncertain thing, but it wasn’t bad. If nothing else he was gonna have an experience? Oo o oO

They parked the bike in the attached gravel parking lot near the fair grounds. Jason had to step off the bike first and then promptly had to catch Danny as his legs refused to carry him when he stepped off the bike.

“Oh wow, my legs fell asleep there.” He laughed and stepped away on wobbly legs as he pulled the helmet off. He handed it to Jason who put it into its compartment.

He took another wobbly step forward and Jason couldn’t help the way he reached for him to steady him. Instead Danny grabbed his hand firmly. Jason was baffled at the action looking from Danny to their hands, uncertain how to react, but Danny just smiled and changed his hold so their fingers were twined together.

He looked mightily satisfied about it too as he tugged Jason forward toward the fair grounds. A fair bit of the rides were visible because of their heights and Jason could easily imagine how the place would light up with multicolored lights once evening came.

Once they entered the fair grounds they drew quite a lot of attention. Lots of people stopped and pointed at Red Hood and his companion. Phones were pointed in their direction and Jason found himself tensing.

Danny leaned closer and spoke lowly, “Don’t worry, nobody will believe them. Regular digital cameras are odd around me, so they won’t get usable footage.”

Jason’s mind raced, what did that mean? Did he have some sort of jammer? Was it a meta ability? Was it related to his ability to sneak up on vigilantes on Gotham rooftops?

“And,” Danny continued, “if anyone asks, we can always say you’re a cosplayer.”

Jason grimaced. Danny slapped his chest as if he could see right through the mask.

“Hey! Cosplay is a great creative hobby.”

“That’s not- I’m a former crime lord. I don’t understand why anyone would dress up as me.”

“Pffft, don’t sell yourself short. Also you have a cool recognizable thing going on with the helmet. It will be especially funny if someone critiques it for not being accurate.”

Jason couldn’t help his chuckle at how gleeful Danny looked at the prospect.

“This is the real reason you want me to claim I’m cosplaying?”

“It would be so funny, admit it!”

Jason huffed. It would be pretty funny.

“Ha! I’ll take that as a yes. Okay, time to show off some of those shooting skills and win me a plushie.” With that statement Danny pointed towards a game booth with truly ridiculously large unicorn plushies hanging from it and tugged Jason forward. It was only at that moment he remembered they were still holding hands. It was…

It was nice.

Danny glanced back at him and he was smiling, warm and excited. Jason didn’t remember the last time someone had smiled that much at him. Jason found himself smiling back, and he was suddenly grateful he couldn’t be seen behind the helmet.

The shooting booth operator eyed Red Hood warily until Danny broke the tension in a voice that carried, “my friend’s cosplay is pretty awesome right?”

The operator’s shoulders fell and he chuckled, “pretty brave of him to wear that this close to Gotham proper.”

“Sure is! But not to worry if there’s any trouble I will protect him,” Danny said seriously, with a glance and a wink at Jason.

The man took in Danny’s skinny and less than imposing appearance and burst out laughing, and just like that any remaining tension was gone.

The operator explained the game. There were different tiers with bottles lined up on shelves and flat rings of different widths balancing on top. You got points if you knocked the ring down over the bottle neck. The slimmer rings offered more points.

It was a pretty simple game.

Danny put down cash for the game and looked at Jason expectantly. “Show us some of that Red Hood skill.”

The operator chuckled. Jason rolled his eyes and stepped up.

Immediately, as he picked up the air gun it felt clunky in his hand. It was sharp-edged where it should be smooth and was weighted all wrong especially with the pressure cable attached to it, but that was not going to stop him. He loaded it with one of the five cork stoppers the operator handed him. He seemed to be enjoying Danny’s teasing as much as Danny himself.

Out the corner of his vision he saw Danny lean forward expectantly as he took aim.

He pulled the trigger.

The cork stopper was ejected with a loud pop and promptly hit the edge of a shelf bouncing backwards to land on the floor where it rolled around three times before stopping.

Danny looked at him wide eyed before bursting out in helpless snickers. Jason shoved him in revenge, but he couldn’t help smiling. There was just something refreshing about how despite knowing he was the real Red Hood he was so completely unafraid of him. Not even his family was that relaxed around him.

He didn’t want to bring his mood down contemplating that, so he reloaded the clunky gun and took aim again. He considered the points on the rings and the available prize tiers. Four shots left, with a bit of luck he could still do decently.

Aiming higher and slightly more to the right of how he would aim a real gun he shot the first maximum point ring down around the bottle neck. Three more fell in rapid succession.

Danny cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

“That’s four hundred points, that gives you the choice of a large prize,” the operator said impressed.

He pointed at a large unicorn plush, it wasn’t quite the extra large ones that hung on the outside of the stall, those required cumulative points from at least two games, but it was still a very decent size.

Danny was the very opposite of disappointed when Jason handed it over. He squished it in his arms and absolutely beamed up at Jason. Jason looked away, embarrassed for feeling so satisfied and warm just for winning a silly game.

The operator snorted giving them a knowing look. “Have a nice evening boys.”

“You too,” Danny replied, sidling up close and entwining their fingers again as he pulled them away and off towards the various rides.

Jason eyed their once more joined hands in bemusement, not really sure what to think, but he’d already allowed it once. It sold the appearance of a date, made it all the more likely to the bystanders that Jason was just some cosplayer with a death wish, so it was smart to keep holding hands. And Jason found himself reluctant to give it up.

It was an easy illusion to give into.

He squeezed Danny’s hands and he turned his head to look at him, smiling like this was a real date and not one of his odd jobs. Jason nodded towards the bumper cars and Danny’s grin turned into feral delight as he dragged him in the new direction. It was so easy to pretend Jason was just here to have fun with a friend who was maybe just a bit more.

That was something he could have had maybe. If he hadn’t been Robin. If he hadn’t died and come back wrong. If he wasn’t a former crime lord just trying to find his footing with a family he wasn’t sure wanted him and not just the dead boy he’d been.

But for just a little while he could pretend.

Until Danny turned out to actually know he was supposed to kill him, until everything crashed and burned like usual, he could allow himself a little fun.

Like ignoring every sign saying the bumper cars were not meant for driving into each other. The bored teen operator certainly didn’t care to uphold that rule. The bumper car ride was a war zone, a giant free for all and yet Jason managed to have only eyes for Danny. He was a tricky driver to catch. Jason had no idea how he managed to maneuver the car like that, it was verging on supernatural.

They were both laughing when they exited their cars after Jason had finally managed to bump into him proper instead of the earlier glancing blows.

“Remind me to call you if I ever need a getaway driver.”

Danny snorted knocking their shoulders together. “Only if I get part of the cut.”

I’ll give you more than a cut, Jason was about to say, but thankfully didn’t. Because what did that even mean? Instead he knocked his shoulder back.

They continued on towards another ride, a small rollercoaster, and as they queued Danny started telling him about how his dad’s driving was so infamous in his hometown that the local news included a segment to warn for it when he was on the roads. Because of that nobody had wanted to give Danny driving lessons and that’s why technically he didn’t have a license, but he’d once landed a space shuttle, so that should count for something. The story verged on so impossible it had to be true, but Jason was sure if a civilian had actually landed a space shuttle it would have been all over the news or at least known among superheroes - it was entertaining nonetheless.

Jason wasn’t sure when they’d started holding hands again only noted the absence when Danny left him by a bench several rides later with stern instructions to protect the princess with his life, aka the unicorn plushie.

The lights had flickered on a while ago and bathed the darkening grounds in multicolored lights. Jason leaned back relaxing against the bench. Taking in the lights and the happy atmosphere as people passed him by. There were a few people who pointed and snickered as they walked by, but clearly the unicorn plushie was just as good as Danny to convince people he was just a guy in a costume.

“It’s a pretty good costume.”

Jason turned his head to find a man with a superman shirt had stopped. He stayed silent waiting for him to elaborate. He obviously wanted to, there was something in his drawl.

“The casual look is pretty well put together while remaining recognizably Red Hood.”

“But-“ somehow there was a but- “if you were actually from Gotham you’d know that the real helmet is matte and the brow section is more slanted giving it an angrier expression.”

Jason stared incredulously at the man in the Superman shirt accusing him of not being a Gothamite. Never mind the helmet thing, that was just ridiculous but accusing him of not being a Gothamite, now that was an insult he wouldn’t be taking. Jason stood up to his full six feet and saw the way the man shrunk as he realized he might have made a mistake.

“There you are, babe,” Danny inserted himself smoothly into the situation snaking an arm around his waist and pressing close. It was distracting. “Come on let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Jason snorted as he let Danny move them forward. He didn’t need the intervention, he wouldn’t have attacked the man or anything.

He couldn’t help but pull them to a stop however as they passed him.

“Your information is outdated, this is the current helmet.” He spoke lowly and ominously only made more ominous by the voice modulation.

The man eep’ed and scrambled to get away.

They watched him go with no small bit of amusement.

“I thought we agreed to keep it on the down low.”

Jason shrugged, “he asked for it, besides you said it yourself, nobody will believe him.”

“Alright then.” Danny left the place beneath Jason’s arm, he had only a moment to feel bereft however until his hand was grabbed again and pulled in the direction of the parking lot. “Speaking of proof, do you mind me taking a selfie of us so I can prove I took you out?”

Jason frowned. “I thought you said cameras didn’t work around you.” “They don’t, I’ve had to modify it to be able to take any pictures.”

“You gonna tell me what kind of meta ability you have?”

Danny chuckled. He pulled their joined hands up and pressed a kiss to Jason’s scarred knuckles. Jason was so distracted by the action he almost didn’t hear the, “I like you Hood, but that isn’t a first date conversation.”

There was a pause in their conversation as Jason contemplated the absurd idea of there ever being a second date, the fact that this one was nearly over and how he’d actually had a lot of fun.

“So, selfie?”

“Uh sure.”

Danny juggled the white plastic bag that Jason only noticed now onehanded as he pulled out his phone. It was a broad phone with actual buttons and Jason would believe it was modified alright. Danny smiled and leaned close as he raised his hand, a small flash went off and Danny looked the picture over in satisfaction.

“What’s with the bag?”

“Huh, oh this is food. Our next stop, if you’re still willing, is the ice rink, but I figured we could take a break on the roof and eat back to back or something, what with the whole-” he indicated the helmet by waving a hand in front of his face.

So it wasn’t over yet. Not if Jason wanted to continue. It was an easy out, Jason could just chose to drive Danny to wherever he wanted to be dropped off and he could go home and still make it easily in time for patrol - or he could prolong the evening.

Jason popped open the compartment under the seat of his bike and took the warm bag of food from Danny to put in as he considered. Danny had already put on the extra helmet.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Jason could practically hear the smile in his voice even if he couldn’t see it through the opaque helmet.

“Okay,” he confirmed.

The small fist pump was kinda adorable. So first part of the date, it was getting a bit long so I cut it in two, but hey that's the only reason I could even upload it. Jason is in trouble, he's just not quite realizing it yet XD I enjoy hearing your thoughts on the story, so please continue to share <3

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cure-icy-writes · 4 months

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i think the reason i like the murderbot diaries so much is because the dystopia feels very real and relevant in a way that no other "oppressive government fearmongering" has, and because murderbot is such a compelling protagonist.

this is an autistic person who is struggling and angry and terrible at having emotions. it lives in a capitalist hellscape where people are disposable. it's traumatized as hell, but it's easier to consider itself disposable than confront the terrifying reality of personhood.

(it confronts the terrifying reality of personhood.)

it likes escaping into fiction. it has a fucked up relationship with pain and its own body. and it reads so strongly as disability coding to me, how it doesn't see the bullets or the chunks missing as horror but merely annoyance. it's fundamentally different from those around it, in ways that they struggle to understand. (they make a distinct effort to understand.)

this is an autistic person who is not like you, who suffered in ways that you cannot understand, in ways that would horrify you. this is just another tuesday.

this world is not kind. there is legal fine text that destroys lives and there is hereditary indenture and contract labor where you're forced to still pay for preventative medical care out of your paycheck and no one says slavery, but everyone knows what it means.

these people are kind. they will watch your favorite shows to help understand you, they will forge documents to give abandoned people their freedom, they will allow you to be near them because they like you. these people are proof that there's love in the world, and you can come out of your shell if you are ready to see yourself as a person.

science fiction is one of the genres that has the potential to be amazing, but is quite often just plain shitty to disabled people. and, to people in general? "oooooo look how scary it is, people have all their basic needs fulfilled by technology!" when technological advances are what gave housewives the time they needed to actually get jobs and put together the feminist movements, when this new technology that the narrative regards with such disdain could provide disabled people with newfound mobility and independence.

it speaks of a truly dismal view of humanity, the belief that without strict labor under capitalism to keep us all in line, we would just fall prey to our vices. and I think it also speaks to a loathing of one's self, to think that humans are not capable of self regulation, to think that pain and suffering and punishment are somehow moral and virtuous. that humans need to be punished constantly, that suffering will bring them closer to something like god, to something like goodness.

but murderbot doesn't do that. murderbot says, "i have seen humans do horrible awful stupid things. they can't be trusted with weapons or security and they shoot me all the time and it sucks. but they make stories and art. the people in the entertainment media gave me the tools to contextualize my own emotions. they are my coworkers. i don't care about them. i got shot in the back protecting them but i didn't care about them. okay fine maybe i care a little. they're annoying. i'll eviscerate anyone who hurts them. they're mine."

#the murderbot diaries

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strwberri-milk · 3 months

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Hello!!! Hope you’re having a good day/night!

May I be so bold as to request a Diluc, Wanderer, and Neuvillette with a crush who is scared of marriage as a result of parental trauma. 🙃✨

How do you think they’d react?

you mean me - also dilucs is really long bc tbh i think hes the only one who might have a stronger opinion than the others lol

Diluc has never had an active model of what a happy marriage is but he knows his parents did have a happy marriage. His father spoke of his mother's memory fondly, his grief never weighing down the affection he had for his son. Diluc knows what love looks like from the love his father gave him, and the way his father honoured his mother's memory.

He definitely has always wanted to marry you since he fell in love with you, occasionally allowing himself to imagine what your wedding would look like. He talks to you about these ideas of his once in a while so you're aware that marriage is most definitely a goal of his. You try not to shoot his dreams down right away, nodding around and offering your opinions as well.

However, he does figure out that something's off and he asks you what's on your mind. You hesitate to tell him about your reservations, worried that you'd ruin his ideal future with you and that he'd leave you. It takes a lot of him reassuring you that things will be okay and he's just trying to understand you better.

When you tell him that you're not sure about marriage right now because of your family he apologises for making you uncomfortable. He reassures you that marriage doesn't need to happen right away - even if the two of you just entered a sort of common law relationship where you allowed him to call you his spouse without it being legal on paper that would make him just as happy. He offers that as a compromise - it allows you guys to do things as though you're married but you aren't legally bound to each other which allows you to leave easier than if the two of you are married.

He tells you you don't need to make a decision right away but it's something that could work out for the two of you. He really hopes that it's something you're okay with, willing not to be legally married to you if it means the two of you are socially married for the most part. He would never want to hold you hostage but if the two of you are going to spend the rest of your lives together it'd be nice to introduce you as his spouse when you're comfortable with it, regardless of your legal status.

Wanderer doesn't really care. He understands that marriage is a big deal to humans but as someone who's not really human and spends most of his time alone he doesn't fully understand the need for some people to be married. To him, as long as the two of you are devoted to each other and stay committed that's all that matters.

He'll listen to your concerns, brought about when you randomly asked him how he feels about marriage. You weren't sure what he'd say in response, knowing that he's got a pretty flippant attitude toward a lot of human experiences if he doesn't understand them. He just told you it's not something he cares much for but if you want to get married then he'd revisit it closer to when you actually want to have a wedding.

Neuvillete was under the assumption that you would want to get married. It's seen as the min goal for human relationships after all and he wants to give you the world. He'll ask you about it one day if you don't mention it after a while, other people around him asking when the two of you are going to get married.

You skirt around the topic for a bit, not sure how to tell him that you don't want to be married. You don't want him to think that it's anything he's done, elaborating to him as he listens to you paitiently. He understands that if that's how you feel then that's okay - he wants to be with you and human marriage not being on your horizon isn't going to be a deal breaker to him.

He might ask if you want to partake in any mating rituals that dragons have instead. They're not going to weigh as much on him since he hasn't exactly been spending too much time with other dragons as of late. It's just something that he thinks could be nice to do, and another way for the two of you to show commitment to each other.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #wanderer x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader

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dianawinchester03 · 2 months

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Legally Drunk

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Summary: Almost a year since y/n ran away from home and went out hunting on her own, it's now her 21st birthday. It's her first birthday away from home, away from her friends and family. Dean knew how she always got sad around this time of year especially, so he made sure to make it one she'd never forget.

(Y/N is 21 years old, Dean is 25 years old and Sam 21 years old but is at college)

BASED ON:

The Old Testament Series.

Genesis Primis: A Supernatural Rewrite (Dean Winchester x Reader) by @dianawinchester03

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•2004

A knock at her motel room door woke her out of her slumber. Y/N's eyes shot wide open, now alert. Instinctively she gripped the gun she had tucked under her pillow, always ready for any threat.

"Open up, Princess! It's just me. I can practically hear you gripping that gun under your pillow" The familiar rugged voice teased from behind the door.

No, it couldn't be.

Her mouth was agape as she scrambled over to the door. Swinging it wide open to see none other than one of her best friends, Dean Winchester.

A cookie cake in one hand and a little gift bag in the other.

"No way in hell. No way in hell!!" She exclaimed excitedly, taken back from his sudden appearance. It was her birthday but this was the last thing she expected. Instantly grappling him into a tight hug.

A soft grunt left his lips as she slammed into him. He chuckled at her reaction when she hurled into him, wrapping herself around him in a tight embrace. His hands automatically came to wrap around her waist. The familiar tobacco and coconut scent that he always associated with her, engulfed his nostrils.

He inhaled deeply, unable to suppress the smile now forming across his lips. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close.

"Haaappy birthday, princess" He sung amused into her ear before pulling away to take a proper look at her.

His green eyes darted down at her, drinking in her appearance. Taking in her mussed hair, tousled from sleep and the loose, white tank top and small shorts she had on.

She was beyond surprised, her hand came to cup her mouth still shocked.

His green eyes darted down at her, drinking in her appearance. Taking in her mussed hair, tousled from sleep and the loose, white tank top and small shorts she had on.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?" She stammered, allowing him in before locking the door behind her.

"Well, first of all, do you doubt my abilities?" He teased sarcastically, raising an eyebrow and shooting her a mock-offended glare.

Dean made his way further into the motel room, plopping down onto the edge of the bed and setting both the treat and present down next to him.

"And I'm here to celebrate your birthday of course! What kind of best friend would I be if I ignored you all day?"

She smiled so wide, she swore her cheeks were gonna burst. "Plus, I just had to be there to see you take your first LEGAL drink" He joked, giving her a smug smile, emphasizing on the legal part because they've been underage drinking for as long as they could remember

He let out a laugh, watching as that familiar smile spread across her lips. Oh, he knew it, he was going to be the one stuck watching her after a few shots of alcohol tonight.

"Oh yeah, cause I know how much you loooove taking care of my drunk ass"

He teased, knowing damn well she'd be the one stuck babysitting him while she was completely sober.

She shook her head chuckling, "What were you planning to do today though? If I hadn't" shown up?" He asked curiously. She tensed up, "You'd laugh at me so I'm not gonna tell you"

"No I wouldn't, C'mon tell me" He pried, his curiosity growing by second. His head tilted to the side, his eyes glimmering with mischief. She narrowed her eyes at him, "Fine, but if you laugh. I'm punching you because you can't laugh at me today" She said firmly.

He put his hands up in surrender in mock surrender, a cheeky smile planted on his lips. "Alright princess, I promise I won't laugh. You have my word"

"I was gonna watch the Notebook in theaters" She mumbled, fiddling with her locket. A look of both shock and disbelief immediately spread across his face. Followed by a quiet chuckle, which lead to a much louder one.

"Seriously? The frickin Notebook?" He cackled. "Shut up!" She snorted, pushing him by his shoulder.

He laughed aloud, clutching his stomach as he fell back onto the bed, his laughter echoing through the motel room.

He managed to regain his composure, propping himself up onto his elbows as he looked up at her with the biggest grin plastered on his face.

"You're such a girl?" He teased, his eyes glimmered with amusement. "Hate you break it to you, charming" She huffed, getting up to gesture down to her body. "I am a girl" She sassed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Now are you gonna watch it with me or not? Because I'm not missing it" She waved her finger in the air.

"Ugh, you're going to make me sit through this sappy chick-flick?" He groaned, his shoulders slumped in exaggeration.

Of course he was going to watch the movie with her. He'd do pretty much anything for her despite all the complaining and teasing he'd do.

"Bitch please, you love a good chick flick. Who are you trying to fool?" She scoffed, grabbing her towel from her bag.

He was about to interject and protest the statement, but he realized she was right. Well, she was right to a certain extent.

There was a slight pink tinge to his cheeks as he let out a huff.

"Alright, fine. But don't expect me to cry during the movie. I'm tough" He said matter of factly.

"HA. And I'm Madonna" She snorted, tossing the towel over her shoulder. "Wait here, I'm gonna get ready. Check the papers to see when it's showing" She ordered him before walking over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

He let out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest as she slammed the door shut behind her.

"And I'm Cher" He grumbled to himself, grabbing the local newspaper to check the movie schedule.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he perused the paper, his eyes darting to the door she had just disappeared behind after a moment.

•

The drive to the movies was relatively short, especially when you had a 67' Chevy to get you there.

Y/N left her Harley at the motel and hopped a ride with Dean to save on gas.

"Oh, Baby how I've missed you" She cooed, leaning into the leather upholstery of the passenger side.

Dean chuckled, his eyes shifting from the road ahead of them over to her.

"Yeah, yeah, save all that for later. You can gush over my car after we get out of the sappy movie you insist on watching," he joked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"You're just jealous I'm giving her all my love" She retorted with a smirk, earning an eyeroll from Dean. His eyes trailed over the tank top she wore under her leather jacket.

He had to admit, there was something about the leather she always wore that got him going.

He shook the thought out of his head before pulling out the bottle of (your favorite liquor) he had stashed in his glove compartment, stuffing it into his jacket.

Y/N's eyes were closed so she didn't see when he took the bottle out of the glove compartment as they pulled in.

He grumbled something under his breath as an amused smile spread across his lips.

Dean's eyes took a quick once-over at her outfit for the evening, his gaze lingering on the way her tank top hugged her figure.

The black leather jacket paired with the tank top and leggings was a killer combo for her, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.

Much less her, the second she saw him infront of her motel room. She thought she was gonna have a heart attack.

She was first to exit the car as he followed behind. "I hope you've got your tissues ready" She snorted as they walked around the back of Baby.

"Me?! I'm not gonna be the one needing tissues" He retorted, stepping out of the Impala. "Trust me, you're gonna be crying buckets"

"Blah blah blah" She taunted in a high pitched tone. Noticed Dean was clutching something in his jacket, "Watcha got there?" Y/N raised her brows curiously.

He tensed up for a split second, his green eyes darting quickly down to the bottle of booze hidden in his jacket. He had hoped she hadn't noticed, knowing he'd be in for an earful if she did.

He attempted to cover it up with a shrug, feigning nonchalance.

"Nothing. Just something to keep ourselves busy after the movie" He replied vaguely, his hand unconsciously clenching around the bottle.

"Deann" She crossed her arms over her chest, her tone serious but the amusement in her face was potent. "Please tell me you're not trying to sneak booze into the movies" She covered her mouth to subside her laughter.

A sheepish grin spread across his lips, caught red-handed.

He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Look, they charge way too much for their overpriced garbage. I figured I could save us some buck this way"

He attempted to defend himself, hoping she'd at least understand his reasoning behind his attempt at smuggling in a bottle.

She couldn't hide her amusement anymore, Y/N bursted out into a fit of laughter, bending over as she clutched her stomach, one hand on her knee. "You know what, why the hell not? You're the designated driver tho" She said after sobering up from laughing, wiping a tear away from her eye.

Dean watched her double over from laughter, his own laughter joining hers. He ran a hand over his scruff, a sheepish grin still plastered on his face.

"Damn right I'm the one driving." He playfully rolled his eyes. "You're gonna be a drunken mess by the end of this movie" He retorted as they walked to the box office.

"I am an awesome driver" She scoffed, "Two tickets for the 11:55 showing of The Notebook please" She told the box office worker sweetly before pulling out her wallet.

"Oh yeah, sure you are" He snickered, "I still remember that one night in New York when you almost crashed my baby" He teased, shooting her a pointed look when she pulled out her wallet.

He gently put a hand on her arm, stopping her from taking out any money. "Ah ah, I'm paying for these tickets"

Dean fished the money out, paying for both the tickets before she could protest.

She huffed annoyed, "Firstly, I was 15. Secondly, Dude! I'm paying for food" She said firmly with a pointed finger before taking the tickets from the box office employee.

"Nope, not gonna happen" He said firmly, shaking his head defiantly.

"It's your birthday. You don't pay for anything today. Least of all movie tickets and food" She went to retort but the ringing of her phone cut her off, "Hold that thought" She said putting up a finger before fishing her phone out of her pocket.

"L/N" She answered firmly, pressing her phone to her ear. "Y/N/N?? Happy Birthday Baby" Her heart dropped to the ground when she heard her fathers voice. "Daddy? How-" She cut herself off, taking a deep breath to steady her voice. "How did you get this number?"

Dean watched her quietly, sensing the change in her demeanor and the tension in her voice. His eyes widened, gulping fearfully because if her father knew that Dean knew where Y/N was and didn't tell him, it would be hell to pay.

Her father sighed on the other line, "I have my ways" He said quietly.

Her grip tightened around the phone, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling inside her. "Why are you calling me?" She said firmly.

"Baby, I didn't call to fight. I miss you and I just wanted to say Happy Birthday" F/N sighed deeply over the phone, scratching the back of his head. His intentions were actually pure this time around, he just wanted to make sure she was okay.

Her anger deflated a bit, guilt starting to sink in as she heard the genuine remorse in his voice.

She glanced over at Dean, who was watching her intently, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"You only ever call to yell at me" She said quietly, her voice tinged with hurt she was trying to cover up. "But thank you" She added.

Her father let out a heavy sigh on the other line, a sound that was filled with guilt and regret.

"I know, I know. It's not an excuse but I've just been really stressed lately. I'm sorry" He apologized.

She could hear the sincerity in his voice, but she was still wary. They had had this conversation before, but it always ended with him losing his temper.

"It's fine" She responded a bit snippy. "Look, I gotta go. I'll call you later". Her father sighed again, a mix of disappointment and frustration.

"Wait, Y/N" He said quickly. "Can you at least tell me where you are? I'm your father - I just want to know you're safe" There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

She gulped, inching to give in but it took every ounce of power not to. She had been fighting for freedom for years, she wasn't gonna give it up so easily. "Goodbye, F/N." With that, she snapped her phone shut.

She hung up, feeling a pang of guilt and sadness wash over her. She knew he was just worried about her but she couldn't give in just yet.

She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the negative feelings as she turned to look at Dean again.

He was watching her silently, his eyes filled with concern.

"Everything okay?" He asked, his voice laced with genuine worry. She nodded firmly, "I'm fine. I could definitely use that booze now" She feigned a chuckle.

His expression softened a bit, but his concern remained. He knew she was putting on a brave face, trying to act like everything was okay when it wasn't.

But he wasn't going to press further. If she wasn't ready to talk, he wouldn't push it.

He wrapped an arm across her shoulders, directing her towards the concessions stand.

"And they say chivalry is dead" She chuckled, shaking her head as she tired to hide her blush from the way he had his arm wrapped around her. "At least let me pay half" She pleaded, going back to the previous topic of fighting over the bill.

"Not on your life, sweetheart" He shot her a smug grin, enjoying her stubborn persistence.

He continued to guide her towards the concessions stand, his arm still slung across her shoulders. He leaned in a tad closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"Like I said, you don't pay for anything tonight. Get used to it" He said, his voice deep and a hint of cocky arrogance.

"I hate you" She pouted childishly, crossing her arms over her chest. He couldn't help but chuckle at her childish pout, finding it endearing in some weird, inexplicable way.

He stopped in front of the counter, his arm shifting to rest comfortably around her waist, drawing her closer against his side.

"No, you don't" He replied cheekily, gently nudging her to order something. "You know you love me"

He gasped theatrically, dramatically rubbing his arm where she smacked him, feigning mock pain with a sarcastic wince. "Ouch, the abuse. Will it ever end?" He joked, his arm quickly reattaching itself to her waist.

Dean leaned back against the counter, folding his arms as he listened to her order. The corners of his mouth curled into an amused smirk when she ordered for him, knowing she'd get it right.

"Damn, you know me so well" He chuckled, a hint of affection in his tone.

"I know you eat like a pregnant woman" She snickered before quickly paying for the food as Dean was distracted.

He was about to make another remark when realization hit him. While he was distracted, she had sneakily paid for the food.

"Hey, no fair. I told you I was paying for tonight" He protested, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He had to admit, he couldn't help but admire her stubbornness and determination to pay, even if it was futile.

He groaned in annoyance, mentally cursing himself for being so easily distracted. He should've known she would try to pay anyway, even though he had explicitly told her not to.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a hint of amusement present in his features.

"Yeah, yeah. Remind me to never let my guard down around you again" He retorted, carrying the popcorn and coke.

"And why would I do that?" She smirked, tossing a popcorn into her mouth.

"Because you're a pain in the ass, that's why" He retorted, a hint of playful annoyance in his tone.

He couldn't help but be drawn in by her smirk, his eyes darting to her lips for a brief moment. Damn, she was beautiful.

He cleared his throat and directed his attention to the hallway of theaters, trying to hide the slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

•

Despite his earlier protests, Dean found himself surprisingly invested in the movie.

He tried to remain stoic and unbothered, trying to maintain his tough demeanor, but he secretly found the movie touching and even a little sentimental.

He secretly glanced over at Y/N on occasion, a hint of fondness in his expression as he saw her engrossed in the film. He found himself wanting to reach out and take her hand, to feel her warmth in his own.

But he caught himself mid-thought, reminding himself that he was supposed to be the hard-ass, not some sap.

Dean glanced at her, seeing her slightly tipsy state. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

"Lightweight" He teased, earning a playful smack on the arm from her.

He took a sip from his soda, watching her with a mixture of amusement and fond admiration. She always got so into it during movies, whether they were comedies, dramas, or in this case, tearjerking love stories.

Part of y/n was wishing Dean would be like those cliche guys in the films and wrap his arm around her. But she had to remind herself that he was her friend and he wouldn't see her that way.

Every-time she would pass him the bottle, her eyes would glance at the way his lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle. The damn alcohol was getting to her, she had to pace herself before she said or did something stupid.

"Shut up" She snorted a bit too loudly, quickly putting her hand over her mouth to quiet herself. He let out a small laugh, his emerald eyes gleaming with mirth. "Shush, you're gonna get us kicked out, y/n" He teased, his voice slightly hushed.

His gaze returned to the screen, but he found himself more focused on her than the film. He couldn't help it, she was so damn cute when she was drunk.

"Sir, yes, sir" She giggled with a mock salute before turning back to the screen.

He chuckled at her attempt at a salute, shaking his head in amusement.

"Smartass" He retorted, a hint of affection in his tone.

He went back to focusing on the movie, trying to push his thoughts of her to the back of his mind. But his eyes still kept returning to her face, stealing glances at her every now and then.

As the movie reached its tear-jerking climax, Y/N was openly crying at this point when the two lovers in the movie died together. Her vision was slightly blurred from the alcohol and her tears.

Dean watched her out of the corner of his eye, his chest tightening at the sight of her crying. He desperately wanted to reach out and comfort her or offer some kind of reassurance.

"T-their love was s-so strong. They d-died together" She sobbed wretchedly as if she knew the people personally. Snot dripping down her nose, wiping it away with the tissues she brought for Dean.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, watching her emotional overreaction to the film. He had to admit, it was adorable how much she got invested in movies.

He would be lying if he said he didn't shed a tear or two from the ending. He is lying, he was choking back sobs but y/n was too wasted to notice. Thank God for that, she wouldn't let him live it down.

He reached into his pocket, grabbing a handkerchief. "There, there. Use this" He offered the handkerchief to her, gently wiping away some of the tears on her face.

She sniffled as he didn't so, only to drunkenly laugh at how pathetic she was. "I'm a mess" She pouted as Dean wiped her tears away.

Her expression squeezed his heart and he couldn't hold back, he pushed up the hand rest separating the two and wrapped his arms around his friend comfortingly.

He gently pulled her closer, letting her rest her head against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her protectively, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"You're not a mess. You're just drunk and emotional" He teased light-heartedly, his voice low and soothing.

He couldn't deny the way his heart raced, having her so close to him. He hoped she was too drunk to notice his increased heart rate.

Y/N's face was beet red, the feeling of his body pressed against hers. It wasn't even intimate but it had her burning up like a hot tamale. Thankfully the cinema was dark so he couldn't see how much she was blushing. Her ear was pressed right over his heart and she could hear his heartbeat quickening.

The liquor in the stream told her it was because the movie made him sad too, "I can hear your heart going 'boop boop boop'" She giggled, "It made you sad too huh?" Y/N wiped her nose as she pulled her head away from his chest.

He let out a nervous chuckle, feeling his face heat up slightly at her comment about his heart. Damn, he hoped she was too wasted to notice the effect she was having on him.

He cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant. "Uh, yeah, yeah. The movie was sad" He agreed, his voice a tad shakier than he would've liked.

He shifted in his seat, trying to hide his own emotions. "It just... got a little dusty in here, that's all" He joked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

She nodded, her tear stained eyes piercing his. "We should go, movies over" She sighed, attempting to get up as the lights came on, only to wobble.

He let out a small chuckle as she stumbled, quickly reaching out to catch her before she could fall. "Easy there, sweetheart. You're wasted" He teased, his grip firm on her arm, preventing her from face planting.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her weight as they made their way out of the theater.

Now that the lights was on, she could see his face clearly. Her eyes widened as she stared him him while they walked out of the theater. "Woah" She gasped, her mouth agape as she stared at him.

He noticed her widened eyes and open mouth, feeling a mixture of confusion and slight alarm. "What..?" He asked, glancing down at her with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Did he have something on his face? He reached up and touched his face self-consciously, wondering if there was something wrong.

He raised an eyebrow as she continued to stare at him with wide eyes.

He thought he looked normal, he hasn't done anything to change his appearance. He furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled by her reaction.

"You're like..." She gulped, "...really pretty" A drunk cheeky smile spread across her face. "A pretty pretty boy" She cooed, pinching his cheeks in the middle of the hall where the screens lead to.

He nearly choked on his own saliva as she pinched his cheeks, a surprised and slightly flustered expression on his face.

He tried to brush off her compliment, playing it cool but deep down he was blushing like crazy.

"Wha- hey!" He protested, his voice sounding slightly higher pitched than usual. He gently removed her hands from his face, holding her wrists.

"You're drunk. Don't say things you don't mean." He teased, trying to hide the effect her words had on him.

She pouted, her heart panging in her chest. Now feeling stupid and embarrassed, "But you are and oh- gotta pee" She groaned, running into the nearest bathroom, having not used the bathroom once since she started drinking.

He watched her run off to the bathroom, feeling a little guilty for dismissing her comment. Maybe he could've reacted better, but he didn't trust her drunken words.

As she vanished into the bathroom, he leaned against the wall outside the women's room, folding his arms.

He couldn't deny the way his heart skipped a beat when she had called him pretty, but he kept his guard up. She was too drunk to mean what she said.

He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face as he waited for her to come out.

•

Y/N stooped above the cold porcelain toilet, letting out all the wonders of alcohol. Now having sobered up just a smidge, she physically facepalmed herself while muttering, "Stupid stupid stupid!"

"Pretty boy? Really y/n? Might as well have shoved your tongue down his throat and have him shove you off in disgust!" She grumbled angry and embarrassed.

After wiping, she zipped up her jeans and strode over to the mirror. Cringing with embarrassment and disgust at her reflection, her mascara was smeared, eyes puffy and red from her ugly crying and her lipstick have vanished, thanks to her heavy appetite.

She turned on the pipe and cupped her hands below the sink, gathering water in her hands before drenching her face with it. She quickly dried her face off using the paper towels from the dispenser before slapping herself on her cheeks to sober herself up a little more.

"Now go out there and stop making a fool of yourself, L/N" She pointed to herself firmly in the mirror before strolling out of the bathroom.

Dean was still waiting for her outside the bathroom, a slight frown on his face. He was still replaying her drunken words over and over in his mind.

He heard the door open, his head snapping up as she stepped out. He immediately noticed the change in her demeanor, realizing she had sobered up slightly.

His eyes scanned her, noting her messy appearance from bawling her eyes out over the damn movie.

She looked a lot more lucid, her movements and facial expressions more controlled.

"So much for a first legal drink" She snorted, shaking her head as she stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets.

He chuckled softly at her comment, shoving his own hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, but hey, you should've seen your face during that movie. I thought you were gonna explode from all that crying you were doing" He teased, his tone light and jokingly.

He glanced at her appearance again, his eyes lingering on her tear stained face and messy hair.

"Hey!" She exclaimed in mock offense, smacking his arm. "No more making fun of the birthday girl" She grinned widely

He grunted in feigned pain as her hand made contact with his arm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh come on, you make it too easy" He retorted jokingly, raising an eyebrow at her cheeky grin.

"You're not going to cry on me again, are you? We've had enough tears for one night" He teased, nudging her playfully with his shoulder as they walked out of the building side by side.

That earned him another smack to the arm and a dramatic gasp from his friend. He let out a mock gasp, rubbing his arm dramatically as if in pain.

"Hey! Watch the arms, I need them both to drive" He protested, holding up both hands in a playful surrendering gesture.

Now out in the parking lot, "Then shut up before I break em both and make you drive with your feet" She stuck her tongue out.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her response.

"Alright, alright. I'll shut up." Dean put his hands up in surrender.

He led her over to the Impala parked in the lot, it was now almost 2 pm.

He opened the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in. A playful smirk on his face.

"My oh my, a gentleman. How lucky am I?" She gasped dramatically, placing the back of her palm on her forehead like a southern belle before cackling and hopping into the car.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head amusedly at her over exaggerated act.

"Don't get used to it" He retorted with a wink as she flipped him off.

Laughter erupted from him as he shut the door behind her, walking over to the driver's seat. He climbed in and buckled his seat belt, glancing over at her with a smirk.

As he started the engine of the Impala, a classic rock song began playing on the radio filling the air. He took a quick glance at y/n, noticing her slightly messy appearance from earlier.

"You know, you still have some mascara staining your face" He pointed out, gesturing to where the makeup had smeared after her teary outburst.

"Oh lord" She groaned, pulling down the visor above her to get a look in the mirror. Quickly dabbing her middle finger with her tongue and wiping it away from the corner of her eye.

He snickered at her attempt to fix the smeared makeup, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Let me do it" He offered, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket.

He gently took her chin, tilting her face towards him. His movements were surprisingly tender as he carefully wiped away the remnants of mascara with the cloth.

Jesus Christ, the man just keeps doing and doing more that makes her feel like she's gonna explode.

Get it together y/n! She chanted internally.

"Is it gone?" She blinked quickly to hide her flustered face.

He nodded as she blinked rapidly, his hand still cupped her chin.

"Almost. Just a little bit left" He murmured, his voice low and quiet.

He leaned in a fraction closer, his gaze fixed on her face as he gently continued to wipe the stubborn makeup off her skin, focusing on the corner of her eye.

He couldn't help but notice the way her breath hitched at their proximity, how her eyes avoided his.

"So? Where to next?" She asked excitedly in attempt to break the tension she thought was only on her part.

He finally released her chin, a small smile etched on his face.

"Well, I was thinking we could grab some food. Can't have my birthday girl starving, especially after crying her eyes out like that" He teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He started the engine, revving it a little before pulling out of the parking lot. She snorted, shaking her head, "Fuck off. You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?" Y/N groaned.

He snickered at her response, a mischievous grin on his face.

"You're damn right I won't" He retorted, glancing over at her.

"I mean, you cried like five times during that movie. I've never seen anyone cry that much" He teased, unable to resist poking fun at her.

"I saw you crying too dude, don't even deny it" She protested.

He rolled his eyes, a small scoff escaping his lips.

"I was not crying, I just had something in my eye" He defended himself, his tone a little bit too quick and defensive to sound believable.

He was caught red handed, he wasn't ashamed to admit he shed a few tears during some parts of the movie. He'd never admit that to her though.

She cocked an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest along with one leg over the other as she flashed him the bitchface Sam would always give them when they're lying.

He saw the look she gave him—the look that mirrored Sam's infamous stare—and couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, alright" He admitted with a sheepish smile, his attempt to deny it futile.

"Maybe I shed a tear or two during that damn movie. But not as much as you" He jabbed, still trying to defend himself.

"I'm drunk!" She defended with a laugh. He couldn't argue with that logic, sighing dramatically and feigning defeat.

"Fine, fine. You get a pass since it's your birthday. But you can't say you're not a total sop for crying at a goddamn movie" He teased, a smirk on his face.

"All I heard was 'blah blah blah, you get a pass, blah blah blah'". He chuckled, shaking his head in fake annoyance.

"Insufferable" He muttered under his breath, but there was no malice behind his words. He actually found her snarky attitude amusing.

She grinned victoriously as he pulled into a bar. "Now you're just trying to get me drunk" Y/N narrowed her eyes at Dean amused.

He chuckled, parking the car and turning off the engine.

"Oh come on, we can't just grab food. You're already drunk as hell, might as well continue the party" He smirked, the playfulness in his eyes obvious.

He unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the car, walking over to her side to open the door for her. "Come on, birthday princess. Let's get you some more booze"

"It's like 2pm, Dean!" She laughed as she climbed out of the car, Dean holding the door open.

He laughed along with her, shutting the door behind her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, guiding her towards the entrance of the bar.

"And? It's your day. No one's gonna judge if you get trashed in the middle of the goddamn afternoon Normal rules don't apply today" He pointed out, giving her shoulder a squeezed.

He led her inside, the dimly lit bar already packed with a few people. He led her over to the bar, sitting her down on a stool and taking a seat next to her.

The following hours went by in a blur of alcohol, laughter and memories.

Y/N and Dean had continued their evening at the bar, ordering drink after drink and chatting the night away.

There were moments where the alcohol really hit them, causing them to stumble over words and have trouble walking straight.

They shared drunken stories and jokes, making fun of each other and just enjoying the moment.

There were moments where the alcohol really hit them, causing them to stumble over words and have trouble walking straight.

The music playing in the background added to the lively atmosphere as Dean and Y/N engaged in playful banter and conversations.

They engaged in playfully competitive games, with Dean, obviously, being the winner most of the time, much to y/n's frustration

As the night progressed, a wave of nostalgia washed over y/n as she found herself missing her other best friend. Although she had a blast spending time with Dean, a small pang of loneliness tugged at her heart, missing the presence of Sam.

But she knew he was happy in college where he was, it was what he longed for as long as she could remember. He deserved a shot at the apple pie life and he was gonna get it. That's all she could ever ask for.

She was more than grateful for everything Dean had done today, both got more and more tipsy. Their inhibitions lowered after each drink, making their jokes and laughter even more infectious, their teasing and flirting more intense and daring.

By the end of the night, they were both a little more than buzzed, but having a great time together.

That was until.....

Y/N was at the bar ordering a round when suddenly a hand swatted her ass, she turned shocked.

Y/N turned around, surprised at the unexpected touch. Standing before her was a rather large man, a sleazy grin plastered on his face.

He was at least a head taller than her, probably older as well. She could tell he was already a few beers in from the way his words slurred and his balance swayed.

He gestured to her from top to bottom with a leer.

"Well, ain't you a pretty thing" He sneered, a hint of drunkenness in his voice. "What the fuck is your problem man?!" She yelled disgusted at the objectification.

Dean heard her yell from across the bar, his eyes snapping over to her and the man.

The man chuckled, the alcohol in his system making him fearless or just plain stupid, or both. He stepped closer to her, invading her personal space.

He leaned in close, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes.

"No need to get feisty, sweetheart. Just tryna give a compliment" He slurred out, reaching out to grab her waist.

Thanks to the booze in her system, it had her feeling like she could take down this rather large man.

But if we're being honest, she probably could. She roughly smacked the man's hand away from grabbing her waist, "So a compliment is you smacking a random ladies ass?! God I hate men!" She growled, shoving him with pure hatred.

Ready to pummel his ass straight to hell.

The man stumbled backwards from her shove, surprised by the power behind it.

He quickly regaining his balance and his anger flared up.

"You little.." He grunted angrily, his hands clenching into fists.

He took a step toward her, fully intending to retaliate.

But before he could make a move, Dean suddenly appeared out of nowhere, standing between the man and y/n, blocking any access towards her.

He stood firmly, facing the man with a cold glare.

"Think you need to back off, buddy" His tone was calm yet sharp, a warning.

The man narrowed his eyes, his drunken bravado making him feel cocky.

"Or what, pretty boy?" He sneered, puffing his chest out. Anger rose to the drunk woman's head, "Don't call him pretty boy! Only I can call him pretty boy!!" Y/N screamed furiously, trying to burst through Deans arms to tackle the asshole.

Dean, caught off guard by her outburst, quickly spun around and grabbed her wrists, holding her back.

"Whoa, whoa, easy" He said, his voice firm but not annoyed.

He looked at her, seeing the anger in her eyes as she tried to push through his grip.

"Calm down, sweetheart. He's not worth it" He said, in an attempt to soothe her.

The man just let out another laugh, taking a step closer.

"Aww, looks like princess's boyfriend wants to save her" He mocked, clearly drunk out of his mind.

With that, Dean swung around and right hooked the asshole straight across his jaw.

The man fell to the ground, gripping his jaw and groaning in pain. He looked up at Dean, his eyes wide in surprise.

Y/N tried to leap over to get a hit in on the guy before Dean grappled her and tossed her over his shoulder.

"Let me go! I'm gonna make that shithead pay!" She protested, struggling against him, pounding on his back with his fists. But Dean was far stronger and much more sober than she was, and easily held her in place.

"You're wasted, princess. You're not doing anything" He chided, his arms wrapped around her thighs to keep her from kicking.

He turned around and started walking towards the exit, the girl still flailing and struggling over his shoulder.

The bartenders and some other patrons watched the scene with curiosity, some even snickered and cheered.

The man on the ground was trying to catch his breath, his ego bruised far more than his jaw.

Dean made his way over to his car, Y/N still kicking and screaming over his shoulder as he opened the passenger door and gently tossed her in. Holding her in place as he buckled her in.

"Cut it out" Dean grumbled, trying to keep his patience as he buckled the seat belt across her chest.

But Y/N wasn't done protesting yet. She fought against the seatbelt and tried to wiggle free, her eyes still full of fiery anger.

He couldn't help but scoff at her stubborness. She was a feisty little thing when she was pissed and not in the most rational state of mind.

"Damn it, hold still" He groaned, grabbing her arms and pinning them down on her lap to keep her from wriggling.

"I know you could've and would've kicked that dick-breath's ass but had you done that. We would've been in cuffs by now. And if that happens. The only people who will bail us out are our dads. And you know you don't want that" He said sternly.

Her struggling slowed down as his words sunk in, her resistance gradually fading. She let out an exasperated huff, still slightly seething, but slightly calmer now. "I could've taken him" She mumbled stubbornly.

"I know you could've sweetheart, I know" He chuckled, laying a kiss on her forehead before shutting the door. Walking over to the drivers side.

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest like a defiant child. But she couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction hearing his praise, her heart skipping a beat as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

He got into the driver's seat and started the engine. He glanced at her in the passenger seat, noticing her still scowling. Then out of nowhere, she started chuckling to herself.

Dean raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change in her demeanor. "What's so funny?" He asked, a small, amused smile playing on the corners of his lips.

"I'm just-" She started, her chuckle turning into a full-on laugh, "I'm just imagining the look on Sam's face if he saw us." She continued to laugh, unable to stop visualizing the expression Sam would have if he saw her and Dean in the state they were in.

Dean couldn't help but laugh too, the image of Sam's face popping into his mind.

"He would lose his goddamn mind" He chuckled, shaking his head as he started driving. "He'd probably call us idiots and then give us both the world's most judgemental look"

"I could already hear his exasperated 'Deann, Y/N!'" She cackled, covering her mouth. Dean snorted in agreement.

"Yeah, and then he'd cross his arms and give us that glare of disappointment. You know the one I'm talking about." He mimicked Sam's judgemental head tilt and narrowed eyes, making her laugh even more.

As their laughter subsided, a mixture of nostalgia and sadness overwhelmed them as they thought of Sam. Earlier in the night she was missing him and y/n knew how much Sam leaving affected Dean.

"I miss him" She mumbled, her cheerful demeanour replaced with a hint of melancholy.

Dean glanced at her, sensing the change in her mood. He understood the feeling all too well. "Yeah, me too" He said quietly, his heart sinking.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the air. He reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a comforting gesture to show that he was there for her. He'd always be there for her.

She smiled slightly at his touch, a mix of appreciation and gratitude in her eyes. She squeezed his hand back, her small fingers intertwining with his. Her anger was completely gone now, replaced with a warm sense of security.

He glanced at her one more time before returning his focus to the road, the silence in the car was less heavy this time.

A thought crossed her mind, "You know....I never opened that gift you got me because we left so quick to catch the movie" His eyes flickered over to her for moment before he returned them to the road.

A small smirk formed on his lips. "Ah, right" He said with a hint of sarcasm. "Completely forgot about the gift, huh?" He chuckled lightly.

"When we get back to the motel, it's the first thing I'm doing" She smiled. "You put the cookie cake in the fridge right?"

He let out a small scoff, amused by her insistence. "Of course I did. I'm not stupid"

He smirked, his eyes flickered to her again. "You and your sweet tooth" He teased. "Shut up Mr. Pie For Breakfast" She retorted.

He chuckled, a smug grin on his face.

"Hey, pie is a great food choice. It's sweet AND salty" He reasoned, defending his choice of breakfast. "All I'm hearing is your dentist hates you" She scoffs jokingly.

He let out an exaggerated gasp, pretending to be offended. "Hey, I'll have you know I have a perfect set of pearly whites" He protested, a mock outraged expression on his face.

She cackled as they made their way to the motel.

•

Soon, the motel came into view, the neon sign spelling out the name in bright, glaring letters as they pulled into the parking lot.

He parked the car and put it in park before turning to her again, a smirk on his face.

"Ready to satisfy your sweet tooth?" He teased. "Both the gift and the cookie" She snorted, climbing out of the car. He chuckled as he also climbed out, shutting the door behind him.

"Of course you want both" He rolled his eyes jokingly, but the look in his eyes showed nothing but affection.

They stumbled into the motel room, closing the door behind them.

The motel room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp on the bedside table.

Dean walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and opened it, revealing the cookie cake sitting inside.

He looked over his shoulder at her and smirked. "There it is. Your precious cookie cake" He quipped.

She sat at the table like a giddy child, the little gift bag in-front of her as Dean made his way over to her after lighting two candles on the cake, shielding the flames on the 2 and 1.

He set the cake down in front of her, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across her face. He stood next to her, watching her eagerly like a proud parent.

He nodded towards the gift bag, a smirk on his face. "Well, go on. Open it" He prompted. She did just that, tearing into it.

She tore through the wrapping paper eagerly, revealing a small jewelry box underneath.

Dean's heart skipped a beat as he watched her anticipation. She opened the box carefully, her eyes widening in surprise at the shiny item inside. She gently picked it up, holding it delicately in her hand.

It was a gold charm bracelet, with two charms attached to it.

One was a small hold dagger, its sharp edge glinting in the soft light. The other one was a small gold bullet, the ridges carved into it giving it a realistic touch.

"Oh my god, Dean" She gasped, getting teary eyed again. "It's beautiful. This must've cost you a fortune" She cooed, feeling bad now that he must've spent a shitton of poker money on it.

Dean shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"It wasn't a big deal" He shrugged again, pretending that he hadn't spent hours browsing jewelry stores for the perfect birthday gift.

He reached out and took the bracelet, carefully clasping it around her wrist. "It looks better on you anyway" He said quietly.

"God you're gonna make me cry again" She groaned, placing her hands on her face. "Thank you" She said softly, pulling him into a hug.

He chuckled as she pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms around her.

"Hey, shh" He whispered, gently rubbing her back. "Don't cry. You'll ruin your makeup."

He felt a mixture of relief and happiness wash over him as she buried her head in his chest. He was glad that she liked the bracelet.

They pulled away after a couple of seconds, both their breaths hitching as they glanced down at each other lips just for a moment. "Blow out your candles before they melt on the cake, sweetheart" He whispered.

Her breath hitched as their gazes met, the moment filled with an undeniable tension.

"Right, the candles" She nodded, breaking eye contact to look back at the cake. A small, disappointed pout appeared on her face for a second before she quickly schooled it.

She blew out the candles, the tiny flames flickering out, casting the room in shadows.

"Hey, it's matching with the locket Sammy got me" She pointed out, holding up her wrist to her gold heart shaped locket Sam got her for her Christmas, the same Christmas he gave Dean his amulet.

He smiled as he noted how the bracelet matched perfectly with the locket. He remembered that Christmas vividly, his heart clenching a bit at the memory.

"Yeah, I wanted it to match with your necklace." He said softly, his eyes fixated on the gold charms dangling from her wrist. "Sam really picked the perfect locket though" he added, his voice slightly distant.

"I'll never take it off" She assured him gently, changing the subject. The corners of his lips curving in a small smile. He knew she would keep her promise, she never took that necklace off.

And best believe, to this day. Y/N L/N wore that charm bracelet and the locket proudly, it never left her. Nor will it ever.

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Authors Note: Holy FUCK this was a long one. I had too many shit to fit into it lol I just hope you guys liked it🫶

You probably hate but love me at the same time right now🤣

This is an early birthday gift to myself, it's literally in two weeks but I was excited ahahah

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May I request bottom fem reader getting tag teamed by g!p wanda and g!p nat, Wanda is a soft mommy dom and daddy nat is super rough throwing you around however she wants you. No anal though they just take turns filling readers pussy, maybe even dp.

Feeling Twenty-Two

Summary: Reader is out celebrating her twenty second birthday with her best friends when an encounter with an alluring woman changes the course of her night, possibly her life.

Paring: G!PWandaNat x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

bottom fem reader, g!p Wanda, g!p Nat, fingering, oral, spanking, threesome, legal age gap, mention of alcohol, praising, degrading, cream pie, dp, and choking.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

You are out at a club with a group of friends having a fun time celebrating your birthday. The group of you were doing a sort of bar crawl in a popular area that has bars and clubs one right next to the other. You weren't able to enjoy the strip often because of school and work which you thankfully free of both at the moment. You weren't staying for the summer semester and so you have your job notice that you would be going back home for the break in school.

Your friends are from here so when they heard you weren't going to be in town for a few months, they had to send you off properly and your birthday was the best way to convince you to go out.

You are having a lot of fun but you limit yourself. After the obligatory shot you order water and sometimes another alcoholic beverage but you didn't want to be sloppy. You wanted to have fun without being a problem for your friends later. Well, you thought you would be a problem for your friends if you didn't pace yourself. However, at one of the clubs a stunning woman grinds into your ass and you respond back happily and willingly.

You turn around and continue to dance with her, keeping her close as other bodies bump into the two of you in the crowded dance floor. It was only fun dancing at first but that's not what this woman was looking for. She grabs your leg and slides it up her body in a position that allows your middles to meet. Your eyes shoot open as you feel a familiar hardness. You look over the person to confirm that she is a presenting woman and when your eyes confirm what you're seeing, your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the thought of being with her.

You wrap your arms around her to have her closer. You pull your chests together to feel her breasts against yours and the two of you continue to grind together. Her bulge rubbing nicely against your pussy and your thong creates a friction against your clitoris that has you screaming. Thankfully it's lost in the booming music. The woman smiles and goes in for a kiss that you hungrily reciprocate. She continues to rub against you until she wants more than dry humping.

“Come home with me,” she shouts the invitation in your ear. You're surprised you hear her through the loud music and the pounding of your heart beat. You nod desperately, having been worked up to the point that you would do anything for this woman in order to orgasm.

“I’m here with friends, I have to let someone know,” you inform her and she nods.

“I’ll wait outside, I have a red car,” she says and you give her one last kiss before departing. You frantically search for a member of your group so that you can get out of here as fast as possible.

“Kate!” You shout when you notice her grinding the back of her body into a blonde woman. She barely looks at you as you force your way through to her. “Kate! I’m leaving! I'm going home with someone!”

She scowls and frowns hearing you wrong. She stops what she's doing and looks at you like you're crazy. It's hard to see through all of the lights but you know her expressions well enough by now. “Come on! I thought you were having fun!” She shouts, frustrated.

You pull her close so your words don't get lost in translation. “I’m going to go get fucked by someone I will see you back at the apartment tomorrow,” you explain better.

“Oh!” She pulled back excited. “Yeah! Go! Go! Why are you still standing here?” Kate rushes you off and you thank her.

You run outside of the club, which isn't easy with how crowded the place is. Once you're outside your eyes search for a red car parked at the sidewalk parking spaces. Fortunately for you, there is only one. You run to it as best you can in the heels Raven told you would get you railed tonight. You laughed at her when she said it, now you're silently thanking her. You look inside the car and the woman smiles as she invites you in.

“I’m Wanda, by the way,” she says as you climb into her car. It was a nice seemingly brand new Stark 3000. You are impressed.

“I’m Y/n,” you introduce yourself with a giggle. You've never been in a position like this before. It's kind of exciting. Wanda starts the car and drives off to her house where her wife is waiting for the both of them to arrive.

Wanda and Natasha had noticed you a few bars ago and they both decided they had to know you for the night. Wanda told her wife that she would take care of getting you to the house. She knew Natasha could be a little more aggressive in her approach and she really wanted to be with you tonight.

“Full disclosure,” Wanda starts as you boldly reach over the console to give her a hand job. The woman grins, oh she was really going to enjoy you. “I’m married,” she's pleasantly surprised when your hand doesn't stop. Instead you carefully free her erection from her dress pants. She is wearing a pantsuit. The plan for the night was a simple date night. They went to a nice restaurant and we're walking around when you caught their eyes. Date night grew into something so much more. It has been a while since they invited another person to their bed. Before they were married they had quite a few threesome's. But being newlyweds and a few years out of college they thought they had to put those days behind them because anytime they tried to invite someone home with them, things would go south very fast. “And my wife and I noticed you. If you don't want to participate, I will happily return you to your friends or even drop you off at home,” Wanda offers kindly. You spit in your hand you use as a lubricant for the time being.

“I don't mind,” you say as you put your hand back on her long thick cock. Your mouth is watering at the sight. Wanda grins and sets the car's location on her home and turns on the self-driving feature. She leans back into the seat and you look at her excitedly. “May I?” She nods and guides your head to her penis. You only get it halfway in your mouth and give attention to rest with your hands. You suck and lick and kiss her beautiful cock the entire drive there until the woman is bursting in your mouth. You swallow as much as you can and lick clean anything that you couldn't prevent from leaking out. It's only then that you realize she has her fingers inside of you.

“You are such a good girl,” Wanda praises. “You’re so beautiful,” she adds a third finger and you're not used to having that many inside you at a time. You've barely had sex. You were always busy and focused with school, it wasn't really something ever on your mind. There had been a couple of guys on campus that caught your attention for the pretty much the meeting and the three minute or less duration of the sexual encounter. They quickly lost their appeal when they'd leave you frustrated. Then there were few girls that you had to set a weekend aside in order to be with. But it had been a while since the last time you've been with someone. “You’re so tight sweetheart, it might hurt a little when both get in there,” Wanda warns.

You turn your head to see her face as you were currently laying it in her lap. “At the same time?” You ask, a little afraid. This woman is pretty big in size and she had no idea what to expect with her wife.

“Yes, but don't you worry sweetheart, we'll make you comfortable before then,” Wanda promises as she strokes your hair with the hand that's not inside of you.

You nod as you relax again, you put Wanda's penis back into your mouth sucking on her until the car comes to a stop. Her semi hard penis falls out of your mouth with a pop and she removes her fingers from you. “Wow,” you say as you're impressed with the size of the woman's home.

“Come on, let me introduce you to Nat,” she says as she carefully pulls into the garage. She parks the car onto its charging station and you try to hide your amazement. You didn't want to give the wrong impression but Wanda could still tell and she found your excitement endearing. Maybe she would open her home and relationship to you. But that depends on how this night goes.

You follow her through the mansion to what you're assuming is the couples play room. There is a short hallway into the room and the walls are covered in intimidating objects. There are displays of toys and various instruments that they have collected as something just to try out. They didn't really use them or this space often or at all really. Wanda was starting to feel embarrassed, they probably looked like sex addicts to you. “I’m not sure I will be comfortable with-”

“Oh don't worry darling, we don't really use these things,” she helps the girl with her discomfort. “These are just from our experiments. We didn't really like them either,” Wanda explains the display of the whip and restraints.

“Why keep them?” You ask curiously.

“The idea of them is still a turn on, the execution isn't so much,” she says. “Come on,” she pulls you further into the room to reveal the bed with a red haired woman naked playing with herself. “Nat, baby, we're here,” Wanda calls, interrupting the woman's movements. She removes her own penis from herself and your eyes widen at the site. She was fucking herself with her own penis. And where you thought would be testicles instead is a vagina. “Y/n, this is my wife Natasha. This is Y/n, she gives really good head,” Wanda says proudly. It's only now that you realize she never put her penis away. It was standing to attention out of the fly of her pants.

Natasha sits up to look you over but her eyes aren't admiring you the way Wanda's are. Hers are more the predator to a prey. You are a meal to her. You almost cower under her gaze but you maintain your composure as you take her body with your eyes the same way. Natasha grins as she starts stroking herself. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she states and then snaps her fingers at you. “Get over here and suck my cock,” she demands. You feel a little out of place for a second. You've never been spoken to in that way before. Especially not in this context. Your eyes travel to Wanda as you weren't prepared for this. “Don't look at her. Look at me,” Natasha says and you direct your gaze back to her. “Oh look at that, you do follow orders. Now suck,” she bounces her big cock in the air. It was slightly shorter and thinner than Wanda's. But still an impressive size and you had no idea how you were going to fit both inside of you at some point.

“Nat, be nice. We have to ease her in,” Wanda softly scolds her wife. “Come here darling,” Wanda takes you by the hand and guides you to bed. You climb on and crawl to lay between Natasha's legs. Her intoxicating musk draws you closer and though you have a tentative approach, Natasha acts as if she has no time at all and as soon as you open your mouth she shoves her cock into your mouth as far as your throat allows.

“Nice, no gag reflex,” Natasha states before she pulls all the way out, leaving you in a coughing fit.

“It felt like I was being choked you bitch,” you say once you can talk without coughing.

“Oh look at that! She speaks!” Natasha says sarcastically. “Shut the fuck up,” she forces your head back down onto her cock and begins to fuck your face. Making you choke every few thrusts when she gets in there deep and holds herself there for a second.

Wanda shakes her head as she witnesses her wife abuse yours. She undresses herself as she gets ready to reward you for being so good to her in the car and not fighting against Natasha. “Oh baby,” Wanda calls as she touches the entrance of your pussy again. “She is dripping wet, she really likes it,” she's excited. There weren't many people that could handle or enjoy the way Natasha fucked. She's very pleased to find out that you were one of them.

“Of course the little slut does,” Natasha adjusts her position a little so she has a better pace and rhythm.

Wanda licks your juices on the lips of your vagina, surprising you and you moan loudly. She is encouraged to use the flat of her tongue to fall between your folds and you continue to moan your approval of the oral attention. It doesn't take you long before your whole body is shaking from an orgasm. There was so much pent up tension in your body.

Natasha stop fucking your mouth to allow you a moment to breathe. As you're gasping for air you hear some familiar noises and look up to see the couple sharing a sloppy kiss. It turns you on to see them, you hardly pay attention to Wanda lifting your hips up and breaking your thong with a snap. You whimper a little as it stung you a bit. Wanda stops kissing Natasha to apologize. “I’m so sorry darling,” she rubs the slightly red spot where the undergarment had hurt you. “I didn't mean to hurt you,” she kisses the side of your head as she slides the base of her cock through your folds.

“Don’t worry Wands, she's going to be fine.” Natasha strokes your hair and you lean into her touch. “Isn’t that right, you little whore,” she asks and uses her other hand to slap your face with her cock. “Answer when I ask you a question,” she slaps your cheek again.

“Yes,” you say, “I’m fine Wanda, I appreciate your concern,” you crane your neck to gaze at the sweet woman.

“Good, I'm glad,” she leans down to give you a kiss on the lips as she aims her cock at your entrance. You let out a sound as you experience some discomfort from her size. Wanda pulls away from your lips and trails her kisses down your neck. “It's okay, relax,” she whispers to your skin. More of her slips in as your body relaxes and invites her in. “Oh you're doing so good darling, I'm almost all the way in,” Wanda places kisses on your exposed shoulder. “Baby, can you take her dress off for me please?” Wanda requests her wife.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “I’m sure she can handle that herself.”

“Yeah, but I want to watch you do it,” Wanda admits and Natasha sighs as she complies. She grabs the fabric that has fallen down your body and delicately removes the clothing.

She shakes her head at the lack of a bra or even pasties to cover your hard nipples. “You fucking whore,” Natasha pulls on gropes your breasts. “You were planning on getting fucked tonight, weren't you?” She asks as she pinches your nipple.

“I was open to it, it is my birthday after all,” you admit and gasp as Wanda is fully inside of you now.

“Oh that's wonderful,” Wanda says, she isn't moving so you can adjust to her size. Your pussy has never been stretched this much before. You were so full from her and you could feel her cock twitching against your walls. “What year are you celebrating?” She moves a little bit out but pushes back in just as fast.

“I’m twenty-two today,” you reply. Natasha's hands leave your breasts and move back to your head and you prepare yourself.

“Happy birthday,” Natasha says, “Let me fill that tummy of yours with a present.” She guides your mouth back down onto her cock and you moan from how rough she is and how gentle her wife is with you.

Wanda begins to move inside of you, going at a slow deep pace. She isn't in any rush, she is savoring your pussy as if this is the last time she can have you because it very well might be. Natasha however is treating you as if she's just only here to get what she wants from before she licks you out of her house for good. That wasn't the plan in her mind at all but she wasn't going to let you know that. When she finally ejaculates she lets out a guttural moan as she gets deep in your throat. “That’s right you cum whore, swallow all of it.”

Picking up her pace a little in her thrusts Wanda laughs a little, “She's very good about that baby.”

“Is that right?” Natasha asks as the last of her cum inside your throat and pulls out. You gratefully swallow every last drop and Natasha is impressed. “There isn't a single drop wasted. Can we keep her?” She asks her wife as if you were some stray she picked up off the street.

Wanda laughs again, “Let's not get ahead of ourselves.” As Natasha is distracted with the conversation, you prove your useful skills as you perform cunnilingus on her pussy.

“Oh she's good,” Natasha praises as she adjusts to give you better access to her pussy. “Fuck, you found a good whore,” she moans as you slip two fingers inside of her.

Wanda is moaning above you as squeeze her cock with every thrust. Making it tighter for her. “You think her mouth is good, ohh, you should, mmph, try her pussy.”

“I will, oooh, I’m almost hard again,” Natasha is pumping her cock to help you bring it back to life as you eagerly eat her out. “Enjoy your turn while you still can.” Wanda starts to go a little faster as she lets go of her control. Everything about the situation is overwhelmingly satisfying. Her fat cock in your tight pussy, your mouth on her wife's vagina as she jerks off. She was going to lose it, her wife could see it. It got her rock hard again. “Time's up,” Natasha shouts in order to break Wanda from her haze.

“I’m almost there,” Wanda whines as she continues thrusting.

“I said stop,” Natasha moves off of the bed to pull her wife away from your hole but she isn't fast enough. With one last hash thrust, the woman is emptying herself inside of you.

You can feel every pulse of her release as her big cock explodes deep within you. It makes you moan, never having experienced such a sensation ever before. “Oops,” Wanda says to her wife’s glare.

Natasha shakes her head, “You’re such a brat sometimes.” Wanda pecks her lips as she pulls out. Her cum overflowing out of your aching pussy. Although she is grateful for the view, Natasha is still upset with your wife. “You get to sit in timeout until I say otherwise. And no touching yourself either.” Wanda pouts as she walks over to the plushy lounging chair in the corner of the room. It was set up with a perfect view of the bed so she wasn’t too bothered by this punishment. Natasha spanks her bare ass cheek as she passes by, Wanda yelps as she wasn’t expecting the action. You remain in your position with your face in the mattress and your leaking pussy in the air. You were whimpering, waiting to be filled again. “Damn, your cunt is a mess,” Natasha slaps your ass next. A moan escapes you and she smirks as she slaps you again. “You are a whore that is made for me,” she grabs you by the hips and you squeeze your pussy muscles in anticipation of having her inside you for the first time.

You don’t get what you were expecting. Instead, you get flipped and tossed so your back hits the mattress. Natasha climbs on top of you and slaps your pussy asking you what you want. “You,” you say in a whisper. She demands that you say what you want louder. “You,” your voice raises this time but it’s still not good enough for her.

“Me what?” She pokes you with the tip of her penis. “Use your words bitch.”

“I want you to fuck me! Please, please, please,” you beg.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she fulfills your request with a harsh thrust. She grabs your thighs as she pounds into your hole as if you were some toy. She slips in and out of you a little easier than Wanda had because of the natural lubricant of Wanda’s sperm and your juices. You are making noises you’ve never heard from yourself before as she slams her hips into yours. “That’s right bitch, take it. You love my cock don’t you? Yeah you do.” You nod fervently and she stops thrusting to pull your legs on her shoulders, the feel of her breasts against your legs elicits another guttural response from you. Natasha lifts your hips to get into a position that allows her legs to help hold you up. She holds onto your legs and starts to fuck you again, reaching deeper inside of you than before.

Over in her timeout, Wanda is watching her wife make you scream and she wants to be part of that so so bad. Her cock rises to a full erection without her touching herself once but oh how much does she want to break Natasha’s ruling. She wants her reward for her good behavior so she just watches as Natasha tosses you around the bed aggressively, placing you in her favorite positions. She thought about being inside of you again. Stretching you with her cock and Natasha’s. It makes her cock ache. She needed to be inside someone soon. She couldn’t just sit here being left out.

“Wanda!” Natasha calls as she has you riding her. “Now,” she says and Wand leaps from her seat and onto the bed. You are lost in the haze, gyrating on Natasha’s impressive dick as Wanda gets closer to you from behind. “Stop it cunt!” She demands and you stop immediately. “At least someone is obedient here,” she gripes.

Wanda winks at her wife as she gets into a comfortable position and holds your body against hers. “Okay, sweetheart,” she says sweetly into your ear as you breathe heavily. “It’s time now. You’re going to have both of us inside of you at the same time.”

You start to shake your head lazily against her chest. “I don’t think I can.”

Wanda nods, “Yes you can darling. You can do it.” She presses her penis against Natahsa’s and forces the thick head of her penis in between your walls and her wife’s dick. “Shh, it’s okay,” she says to your whimpers. “You’re doing so good honey,” she slides further in. “Oh yeah,” she moans as she gets most of her cock in. She stops as a point because she doesn’t want you to worry about breaking. Wanda kisses your cheek and neck and shoulder. “Thank you,” she says along the way. “Thank you so much for this,” she tilts your face to hers so she can kiss her. You are sloppy in your reciprocation because of the exhaustion you were feeling from having been tossed around and fucked harder than ever by Natasha.

The rougher woman looks to her soft and loving wife. Wanda gives her the okay to start moving and she wastes no time in moving as much as she can in the snug space. You have never in your life and never did you ever think you would experience two dicks inside your pussy. It’s messy with your juices and Wanda’s cum, but luckily the two are covering the cocks that are stretching you beyond what you once believed was ever possible.

“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” Natasha warns through her teeth as she feels her orgasm near. Wanda quickly pulls out of you, allowing you to relax and she enters Natasha’s pussy. “Oh fuck!” Natasha cries out as her wife lets their lover fall on top of her so that Wanda can pound into her as hard as she had been pounding into you.

“Cum in her baby,” Wanda says as she plays with her breasts.

“Please,” you start to beg, “I want you to fill me up too. Please, Natasha.” Finding some strength in yourself again, you bounce yourself on her cock as you squeeze with your walls in the hopes of milking her for everything she has. Wanda is thrusting into her wife as rapidly as she can with the position that she is in and with the overwhelming amount of stimulation that Natasha is experiencing, cum starts to shoot out of her body without her permission. You and Wanda grin having successfully earned Natasha’s second orgasm from them.

You are shoved off of Natasha as she gets Wanda out of her as well. “I’m going to bed. You two have fun,” she says while walking out of the room.

“She has work in the morning,” Wanda explains as she crawls next to you on the bed. “How many times have you finished?” She asks as she rubs the tender red marks on your bottom left there from her wife.

“I’m so close to my second,” you say as you reach out to stroke Wanda’s cock.

Her eyes widen in disbelief, “Only your second?”

“Natasha said I wasn’t allowed to until you said so,” you confirm.

“Well, let me help you get there,” Wanda lightly pushes your shoulder so that you roll onto your back and she can climb on top of you. She meets your lips with hers for a moment. Playing with your tongue by using hers and figuring out how you enjoy being kissed. You are in heaven being with this married couple. You had no idea that you would enjoy two contrasting experiences at once so much. The two women were such polar opposites as lovers you got curious about how they interacted without sex. Curious how they keep up with each other in bed. Then a thought saddened you. What if you are only one girl in a long string of one night stands? What if this was the last time you ever spent with them? When you first agreed to this, you were fine with that idea. But now… Wanda notices your change in mood and she stops kissing your body. “What’s the matter darling?” She rubs smooth patterns along your skin.

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head and try to push your thoughts away for the moment.

Wanda tilts her head to the side as she watches your struggle. “It’s no nothing, baby. Come on, you can tell me.”

“I just, I don’t want this to be the last time,” you admit while stumbling on your words.

“I see,” Wanda crawls back up to you so that she can have you lay your head on her chest and she can hold you. She starts to stroke your hair to help calm you down, in hopes that you find comfort in her touch. “I don’t want this to be our last time together either,” she says sweetly. “I don’t think Natasha does either. You’re rare and special to us. We haven’t found someone that is as willing and compatible with us as you are.”

You look up at Wanda with a pout, “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms. “I think we can figure something out that works for all of us. Don’t you think so?” You nod your head eagerly. Wanda is happy to have cheered you up. “Now, are you ready to feel amazing?”

“Yes, Wanda,” you say and you kiss her breast.

“Okay, sweetheart, let's get you screaming again.” Wanda makes her way between your legs again and does just that.

The End.

#smut #wanda fanfic #wanda smut #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x femreader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff x you #wandanat x you #wandanat x y/n #wandanat #wandanat x reader

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yaksha-lover · 11 months

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very simple resquest:

idia having a crush on yuu, but he has to be his own matchmaker and try by himself to woo them

i have a very serious idia brainrot feel free to ignore this

“What are you doing?”

“Wha- uhh, nothing?”

“Nothing.” You watch Idia scoot another centimeter closer. “Okay.”

“The breeze is less intense from here. That’s why I moved. Not because of you, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“The breeze? We’re sitting inside.”

“From the vent, obviously.” Idia says, not turning to face you but staring through his peripheral vision.

“And those flowers in your hand?”

“Are these flowers? I, uh, though they were weeds.” He fake coughs to cover up the awkwardness. “I guess I have no use for them. Did you…?”

“…”

“Sevens, you’re really gonna make me say it?”

You stare at him, refusing to help.

“…Would you like them?”

“Yes, thank you.” You smile at his suffering, taking the blue bouquet in your arms. They certainly didn’t look like ‘weeds’ to you.

“You know, since I’m here anyway…”

“Yes?”

“Sheesh, don’t make that scary face. I just…never mind. You probably have plans already, because you’re popular and all so it doesn’t matter.”

“Idia.” He stops mid standing up to walk away. “You spent the last twenty minutes getting close enough to sit beside me and then you pull a ‘never mind?’”

He visibly cringes. “You noticed that, huh?”

“If you don’t ask me out right now, I think I’m legally allowed to beat you up as retribution.”

“So you knew the whole time I was going to ask you about the movie…”

“Not the movie specifically, but what else would you be doing? Also, I thought things might be heading in that direction.”

“What? How could you know?”

“We’ve hung out several times a week for the past month.”

“Yeah, but I thought you only thought of it as friends…or y’know a pity hang out?”

“Last week I told you I liked you.”

“I thought…as a friend…”

“What did you think it meant when I said I wanted to bite you?”

“Uh…cannibalism?” You shoot him a look. “Geez, I’m short on friends these day, I have to take what I can get.”

“Well, go ahead and ask.”

Idia flushes pink from his cheeks to hair. “Do you insist on humiliating me?”

“Oh, so now it’s humiliating ask me out? I guess you don’t really want to.” You sigh dramatically, pretending to get up and leave.

“NO!! Wait. Ugh, why are you doing this to me?!”

“Because it’s funny.”

“…will…y…go…t…with…m?” he mumbles.

“Sorry? Didn’t quite catch that?”

“Sevens,” he curses. “I said, will you go out with me?”

You smirk at him. “Was that so hard, sweetheart?”

His eye twitches. “It’s like you want me to die from a heart attack.

#idia brainrot is always welcome here #sorry this is a bit different to what you asked zhzjsjjs #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twst

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morbific-or-felicific · 7 months

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-PÂRO Featuring Wriothesley

Meaning: The feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo

Word Count: 1.7k~

Description: After accidentally breaking a few laws while at lunch with your boyfriend, he has to ‘punish’ you for your crimes

Edited by: @pretty-princess-peach @tortellini-bandit

You paced around Wriothesley’s office, trying to stay calm. Today hadn’t gone even remotely as you had intended. You were supposed to be having a completely normal lunch with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, however, you had somehow managed to end up in the fortress of meropide… well, in Wriothesley’s office, anyway.

You really hadn’t meant to do anything wrong, but despite that, you had still broken several laws while on your date. Although, it really wasn’t your fault that your fork had caused one of the carrots in your salad to shoot onto the ground, resulting in you getting a littering charge, and how could they blame you for bumping into the table and causing your boyfriend's drink to spill in your lap, which was apparently contact with alcohol while underage (Seriously? You were 20!).

And were they really allowed to call it “evading arrest” when you refused to go with Wriothesley to the fortress?

Despite your refusal, Wriothesley had taken you (read: carried you over his shoulder) to his office in the fortress, and he left you there while he talked to the chief justice about your punishment. Now you were stuck waiting for your boyfriend to return and tell you if you would have to go to jail or not.

Finally, you heard the metal doors creak open after heavy steps came up the staircase. Your boyfriend walked behind his desk and sat down, rubbing his eyes.

“So?”

“‘So?’”

“Do I have to go to jail…?”

“Oh, that.” He smiled gently. “No, but… you do need some kind of punishment. Neuvilette said that community service might be a good idea, but he didn’t give a definitive punishment.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong!”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“You still broke laws, but it is up to me to determine your punishment, since this wasn’t an official trial.”

You stood there for a moment, waiting for him to say more.

“So, what will you decide…?”

He leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrows at you.

“What do you think you deserve?”

You thought for a second. Should you just say something like community service or just a small fine? Or would he think that’s not enough? You contemplated what you should say, but before you got a chance to say anything, Wriothesley spoke.

“I think you deserve to be handcuffed and punished for being a bad girl. What do you think, princess?”

You blushed. Was he really going to punish you like that…? For this? There’s no way this was a legal recourse. You weren’t going to complain if that’s how things worked out, but you were still confused.

“Is that legal?”

He let out a light laugh.

“Do you really care?”

You smiled at him.

“I guess not.”

Wriothesley smiled back at you, but there was something in his eyes that made you nervous. He had punished you before, and you knew that you were right to be concerned, but it still disquieted you.

“Strip.”

You did as he asked. You slipped out of your dress and took off your underwear.

“Come here. Now.”

Wriothesley slid his chair back as you walked over to stand in front of your boyfriend. He looked you up and down, drawing his eyes over your beautiful body. He stood up and grabbed his handcuffs from his belt before sliding them onto your wrists.

“Get on your knees.”

Wriothesley sat back down in his chair with his legs open so you could settle between them. He took off his belt and undid his pants before pulling out his cock.

“Suck.”

You felt the urge to disobey him bubble up inside of you. You smiled up at him and simply stated, “No.”

He returned your smile once again.

“‘No?’”

His voice holds a menacing lilt.

“No.”

He sighed.

“Five, four, three.” You felt a sense of unease in your stomach, and you began to question your resolve. It was hard to be firm in your brattiness when he used that voice. “Two, one, zero.”

He didn’t say another word as he roughly grabbed your hair in one hand and forcibly opened your mouth with the other. He pushed his cock into your mouth and brought you down until you reached the base. You spluttered and gagged as you tried to get used to his cock in your throat, your jaw already hurting from how thick the Duke was.

He pulled you up and down his cock, letting out deep groans as he did so. You wiggled around, trying to slip out of your handcuffs, but you were completely at Wriothesley’s mercy.

After a minute or two of your boyfriend fucking your throat, you had a bright idea. You could use your teeth! Seconds after you slid your teeth against his cock, he was pulling you off and leaning down to look you in the eye, still gripping your hair tightly.

The look in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. You had made a big mistake.

“Do that again and see what happens, princess.”

You felt your resistance dissipate after those words. You were already being punished, and you didn’t want to make it worse.

“I’m sorry, your grace.”

Wriothesley smiled softly at your submission. You relaxed your body and opened your mouth. He pushed his cock back down your throat, keeping a firm grip on your hair, far preferring to set the pace himself rather than have you do it. This was a punishment, after all. You did your best to breathe through your nose and relax your throat as your boyfriend used your mouth like a toy.

Your throat felt so perfect around Wriothesley’s cock. He was finally about to cum, but before he did, he pulled out of your mouth so he could cum on your face, rather than down your throat. Bad girls don’t get his cum.

You instinctively closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue before his cum landed on your face. You licked up what landed near your mouth, but with your hands stuck behind your back, you were forced to leave the rest.

Wriothesley took a moment to breathe before standing up and dragging you up with him. He turned you so that you were facing away from him, and he pushed you down on his desk. He stood back, admiring your bent body before grabbing his belt where he left it on his desk. He folded his belt and stood back slightly before bringing it down hard on your ass.

You fought the urge to stay silent and began to count the strikes, just like his grace had taught you. One, two, three, four, five.

“Six!”

You braced yourself for another hit, but it never came. You felt his hand gently run over the marks he had made, and you couldn’t help but wince at the discomfort. Wriothesley removed his hand from your ass and ran a finger up your slit.

“You’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes! Please.”

A choked scream escaped your lips when another hit came from your boyfriend’s belt.

“Please, what?”

“Please, your grace!”

“Better.”

You felt the tip of Wriothesley’s cock at your entrance and almost protested at the lack of prep, but before you could, he was pushing inside of you. Tears were forming in your eyes from how much his cock was stretching you out. Fuck, he’s thick.

He bottomed out inside of you, pausing to let you somewhat adjust to his size. How sweet of him.

When he could no longer restrain himself, he started fucking you hard and deep. You felt like you had ascended to heaven after enduring hell. He filled you up so perfectly, turning your mind blank and holding your hips in a bruising grip as he worked towards his end.

“You’re fucking perfect, taking me so good.”

He couldn’t help but let out a deep moan at the feeling of you tightening around him.

“Feels so good! Thank you, your grace!”

A breathy laugh escaped his lips, and he began fucking you faster, needing you more. You were so perfect for him, taking your punishment without protest, and then taking his cock. Was it really necessary to tell you that you hadn’t actually broken any laws, and that he had used your ignorance of Fontaine’s complicated legal system to orchestrate a night of fun for the two of you? He did have to have a meeting with Neuvilette, so it wasn’t a complete lie, but still.

You were losing yourself slowly to the overwhelming pleasure and could barely form words at this point. You tried to tell Wriothesley that you wanted to be closer to him but all that came out was gibberish. The only thing that he was able to make out was “closer”, and fuck, he wanted to be closer to you too.

He wrapped a hand around the front of your throat and pulled you up until you could feel the fabric and the cold clasps of his vest against your bare back. His lips found your neck, and he kissed up towards your lips until, eventually, you were kissing. His lips moved against yours passionately as he continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna cum! Please, need to so bad!”

Wriothesley smiled at how good you were being, even asking permission to cum.

“Go ahead, princess.”

You let yourself be consumed by the pleasure and tip over the edge. You saw stars as Wriothesley fucked you through your orgasm. As you came down from your high, Wriothesley continued his harsh rhythm, and you could do nothing but whine from the overstimulation. He always lasted longer than you, and you were almost always overstimulated by the time he was finished.

Finally, you felt his rhythm begin to falter, and finally, you felt him fill you up with his cum. The two of you stayed connected, placing gentle kisses on each other's lips as you wound down from the experience.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

You just wanted to lay down in bed and sleep after such an intense experience. If it weren’t for Wriothesley’s arms around you, you were certain that you would be laying flat on his desk.

“Let’s go home.”

The Duke undid your handcuffs and placed them back on his belt before doing up his own pants and helping you get dressed. Then, he scooped you up and began to carry you home.

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mysaintkitten · 11 months

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Choking Cillian Murphy 😩

(He's still dominating 😏)

Between Shoots | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader

prompt: you and cillian have a bit of fun in his trailer (NSFW!! NO MINORS!! + in this fic cillian is single and it does not reflect him as an actual person, it’s all for the sake of the fic)

WARNINGS: reader is implied to be an actress, unprotected sex (p in v), choking, implied age gap (everyone’s legal), brief use of the term “little girl”, slight dumbification (my weakness im sorry), slight praise/degradation, creampie

word count: 1.5k

cillian was meant to be your costar. that’s all. you had to work with him on a few scenes, but you had no idea that you’d end up in his trailer riding him.

“that’s it, god, gripping me so nicely.” cillian moans into your ear, smacking you harshly on the ass.

you hide your face in his neck and whimper, riding him at a rough and desperate pace.

his hands move from your ass to your hips, keeping you in place as he pounds up unto you, making you mewl loudly.

“how’s it feel, sweetheart?” he groans, his voice low but sweet, it almost felt taunting. he knows how good it feels, he knows you’re speechless from his thrusts, he just wants to hear you struggle.

“i-its, ah!” you stammer, digging your nails into cillian’s shoulder, “good-d, hmm, ‘s good ..”

you hear him chuckle breathily, “i know, can feel you dripping down my cock, darling. that cunt of yours is gonna ruin this sofa.”

he wasn’t lying. your slick had coated his cock, spilled onto his balls, and formed a small damp patch between his legs. you knew you weren’t going to be drying up anytime soon, so you feel a small wave of humiliation.

“sorry .. m sorry ..” you whimper, “been so l-long since .. since i felt this g-good ..”

he slows his pounding, slowly rocking your hips to allow you to resume riding him, you quickly pick up on his hints and he clicks his tongue,

“aw, such a sweet girl. it’s alright, doll. you know how you can make it up to me?”

cillian really didn’t mind that your arousal spilled onto the sofa, he had the money to get it deep cleaned. he could buy a brand new sofa if he wanted to, but he had something else in mind.

“hm?” you whine from inside his neck

“look at me, or i won’t let you come.” he purrs, you pull your head out from his neck to stare into his icy blue eyes.

his eyes scan you, as he brushes some stray hairs from out of your face, “pretty girl, if you want to make it up to me, you can choke me.” he hums, running his thumb along your cheek and bottom lip.

your hips movements slowly come to a stop as you catch your breath, “you want me to .. what?” you question

“no, no,” cillian tuts, “i didn’t tell you to stop.”

you pick up your hip movements again, whimpering quietly at the delicious fullness he was providing you with.

“choke me.” he raises his brows at you. you’re still a bit confused, despite him being very clear on what he wants.

“cillian, i-“ you start, before he sighs, “sweetheart, have you been fucked stupid already? what’s so hard to get?”

you whimper at his sudden change in tone, but you kind of enjoy the degrading nature of his words. in all honesty, his cock was making your mind a bit laggy.

“i’ve just .. never done it before ..” you mumble, feeling your cheeks burn a bit more than they already were.

“do i need to show you, baby? dumb it down for you to understand?” his voice lingering with feigned pity, as if his words itself didn’t make that apparent enough. you can’t respond, every nerve ending on your body felt sensitive and overwhelmed. having to ride him while listening to his degrading words and requests was becoming embarrassingly difficult for you.

he smacks your ass again to get your attention, “watch.”

you whine loudly at the strike, bringing your focus back to him.

“i’m going to make this really simple for you, sweetheart,” he hums, “place your hand here,” he brings your hand from his shoulder to his neck, “now, grip the sides, and ride me. easy enough, darling?”

you nod and grip his neck, continuing to ride him.

a fucked out grin spreads across his lips, “that’s it, good little girl,” he praises, “such a good listener.”

you blush at cillian’s approval, your thighs shaking from being sore and from your approaching orgasm.

you continue to choke him and whine, watching how his eyes switch from your face to down to your pussy, seeing himself disappear inside of you. his eyes are half-lidded as they make their way back up to your face slowly, “prettiest cunt i’ve ever seen ..” he moans, placing both of his hands into your ass to grip the flesh.

“cillian ..” you whine, your thighs are vigorously shaking at this point, “keep your hand on m’neck, baby ..” he groans before thrusting up into you again while holding you in place.

his harsh thrusts allow you to not only feel your arousal dripping around him, but you hear how wet you are, he chuckles lowly.

“hear that, hm?” cillian purrs, “hear how messy that pussy is?”

despite your hand being on his neck, continuing to choke him, he’s still dominant. you never knew how much you’d enjoy this combination.

“y-yes, mmh, ye-s!” you whine, unconsciously gripping his neck harder as you try and find some grounding during his pounding.

he moans and this thrust start to become more jagged, “good, gonna come in this pretty little cunt.”

in the moment, you had completely forgotten that he wasn’t wearing a condom. your mind too fixated on pleasing cillian while simultaneously being extremely pleased by him, it must’ve just slipped your mind.

so, you beg. you beg for him to come inside you, not worrying about the potential consequences.

“yes, please, pl-ease!” you cry, “come-e inside me, clai-m me!”, your desperation is pathetic, but it fuels cillian like nothing else.

“yeah? want me to claim this pussy? come by and ruin it whenever i like?” he growls, his mind becoming fuzzy from the lack of blood flow and the intoxicating grip of your cunt.

you whine at the thought, the idea of being a little fuck toy for cillian. his own personal fleshlight to use whenever he needed a warm and wet hole.

“yes! god, yes!” you moan loudly, anyone passing by his trailer would’ve heard. but you didn’t care, and cillian certianly didn’t care either.

your orgasm sneaks closer and closer, your pussy involuntarily clenching around him irregularly, he’s pushed over the edge, breathing heavily and groaning loudly as he shoots his hot load inside of you.

when you realize he’s come, you shakily remove your hand from his neck.

you huff and remain on his lap with his cock still inside you, running your hands along his pecs.

he brings his wrist up to his forehead and swipes some sweat off, “did y’come?” he breathes,

you shake your head no, “it’s okay, though, i can get my-“ before you can finish he’s snuck his fingers down between your legs, rubbing your neglected clit.

you whimper and clench around him again, the overstimulation making him growl.

you were already so so close, it won’t take much to make you come at this point.

“did so good .. sweet little girl, even sweeter cunt ..” he hums, smiling weakly at you while his free hand runs along your waist and thighs, rubbing your body in a calming manner.

“cillian .. cillian i’m close-“ you whimper, screwing your eyes shut as your body begins to twitch from his touches.

“i can feel it, darling, come for me.” he responds, and after a few more rubs you’re coming on his cock, covering your mouth to try and stifle the loud moans you knew would be escaping your lips.

although he wishes he could’ve heard you shout as you came, he knows it was probably the better bet to keep you quiet. people had certainly heard you two, maybe nows the time to have the slightest bit of decency.

he allows you to ride your orgasm out on his cock, gritting his teeth through the sensitivity.

once you’re done, he pats your thigh, “off, sweetheart, i’d love to keep this going, but i’m too sensitive and we’ve got another scene to shoot.”

you scoot off his lap and you’re brought back to reality. you just slept with your costar, who you’re going to have to continue to film with as if nothing happened.

he stands up and grabs a damp face cloth to clean himself off with, handing you a separate cloth to do the same.

as cillian stands there, sliding on a clean pair of boxers, you look down at the sofa beneath you and feel yourself blush at the undeniable wet stain you’ve left.

“want fresh panties?” he asks, tugging his jeans back up.

your eyes shoot back up to him, prior to the sex cillian had done an extensive amount of foreplay. you had only a skirt on, so a thin layer of fabric separated your warm core and his touches. you were soaking through your panties before he gave in and finally fucked you, so you reply “yes, please.”

he searches around the trailer briefly before clicking his tongue, “sorry, love. i haven’t gotten any. guess you’re gonna have to go without.”

your eyes go wide, “i can’t! i have to wear a skirt, cillian!”

he just grins while slipping your old panties into his bag, “you’re shooting with me, it’s nothing i haven’t already seen.”

your thighs clench at his words,

“maybe i’ll even get a glance of my come spilling out of you,” he coos, “do you think you’re professional enough to continue acting while you feel my seed dripping out of you?”

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happy halloween (eve) to y’all who celebrate hehe !!

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #hope y’all like this #:)#request

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