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Unattached Drifter Christmas

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: Dean decides he’d rather spend Valentine’s Day curled up on the couch with you.

Warnings: Cursing, use of pet names. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M & F receiving)

A/N: in honor of Valentine’s Day, I gift you an adorable Dean Winchester fluffy smutty delight. 💜

"What are your plans, Sammy?" you asked from your perch on the kitchen counter.

"I happen to have a date," he replied with a smirk.

"Oooo with whom?"

"Just a nice local girl I met at the library last week."

"Sam Winchester and the nice local girl...sounds like a book I'd read," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and threw a dish towel at you. "What about you?"

"I have an excellent night planned," you confirmed. "Since Dean will be out cruising for ladies to go home with, I figured I could steal the Dean Cave for the night. I'm ordering a pizza, watching scary movies, eating a shit ton of junk food, and washing it all down with a bottle of wine."

Sam laughed. "Now that sounds like a party."

"Someone say 'party'?" Dean asked as he entered the kitchen.

"We were just discussing our Valentine's Day plans," Sam responded.

"You celebrating Unattached Drifter Christmas?" you asked in a teasing tone.

Dean shrugged and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Nahh, I think I'm gonna sit this year out. I'd rather stay home."

"Awww man," you grumbled.

Dean looked at you with an arched brow. "Is that a problem?"

"No," you answered quickly. "It just puts a bit of a wrench in my plans."

"And what are your plans?" he asked.

"I was gonna take over the Dean Cave for the night--scary movie marathon, pizza, snacks, alcohol."

"Pizza, snacks, and alcohol is my holy trinity," Dean said with a wide smirk. "Would you be opposed to me crashing your party?"

"You hate scary movies," you said.

"Yeah, but you love them," he countered. "I'm the crasher, so I'm not gonna demand a change in movie genre."

You smiled at him. "Alright, then you can come. I'll even supply beer."

Dean winked at you. "The way to my heart," he teased.

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the counter. "Oh, did Sam mention he has a date tonight?"

Sam shot you a look and you hurried out of the kitchen, laughing quietly as Dean started to tease his brother.

"A date, baby bro? Look at you!"

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You'd sent Dean to pick up the pizza while you set up the Dean Cave for the evening's festivities. You'd made a run to the grocery store earlier in the day to pick up yours and Dean's favorite snacks, as well as a decent supply of wine and beer.

You were more than satisfied with your selections, but for some reason you felt anxious. Well...to be honest, you knew the reason. You hadn't expected Dean to be staying home and you certainly didn't count on him joining you for the evening.

You'd known Dean for a little over five years and in that time you'd grown to care about him deeply, more than you should. He was a genuinely good person underneath his gruff exterior, a facade he had dropped with you long ago.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you knew you loved him, but you would never say anything to him. You knew him too well. Dean had lost virtually everyone he'd ever loved and he blamed himself for their deaths. He avoided romantic relationships like the plague because he didn't want to add another name to the body count. It was hard enough for him to bring you into his life as a friend, and there was no way he would risk anything more than that.

So of course, you kept your mouth shut, hiding your feelings from both Winchesters. The only person that knew how you felt was Jody and she would take that secret to the grave if you wanted her to. You would rather have Dean as a friend than lose him completely.

You tossed your favorite oversized blanket onto the couch with a sigh. You were trying not to think about curling up next to Dean for a movie marathon on freaking Valentine's Day of all days. You knew it was the romantic nature of the day itself that had your stomach in knots. You'd watched movies and binge ate with Dean countless times before without issue, but there was an added intensity to this instance simply because it happened to be February 14th.

You also couldn't help but wonder why Dean wasn't planning on going out. You couldn't remember the last time he neglected to celebrate 'Unattached Drifter Christmas' as he'd always called it. In fact, Dean hadn't been out to pick up a girl in weeks...you were struggling to recall the last time Dean didn't decline a girl's invitation to come home with her.

"I've brought sustenance!" The man in question spoke from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts.

"Jesus!" you yelped.

Dean chuckled lightly. "Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

You shot him a look that clearly said 'I wasn't scared', which only caused him to laugh harder.

You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and headed towards the door. "I'm gonna change into comfy clothes before we get started."

"Good idea," he agreed, placing the pizza down on the table before following you out the door.

Five minutes later, you came back into the Dean Cave wearing your most comfortable leggings and an oversized worn out band tee you'd had for at least a decade. You'd opted to forgo a bra for comfort's sake and you hoped Dean wouldn't notice.

Dean was already sitting on the couch, wearing his gray sweatpants and a plain black tee. It was almost offensive how hot he looked in that outfit--no man had any right to look that good in sweatpants.

When you walked in, Dean's gaze traveled from the TV to you. You noticed his pupils dilate slightly as he looked at you, but you figured that was due to the change in light.

You plopped down on the couch beside him, leaving plenty of space between the two of you to avoid any awkwardness. "Ready to be terrified?" you teased.

Dean groaned softly. "You know I'm only watching these because you love them."

You grinned and snagged the remote from him. "They're so good!"

"Our life is a scary movie," he grumbled. "I don't know why you like these."

"I think that's actually why I like them. Our real lives are full of the kind of shit that would make people lose their minds, but for us, it's just another Tuesday. These movies are either cheesy as hell or have an exaggerated version of a monster we have hunted and killed--so it becomes entertaining instead of scary."

Dean raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Or you're crazy."

You smiled at him and shot him a wink. "That's just an added bonus."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a slice of pizza. As he shoveled food into his mouth, you opened up a streaming service and typed in the name of the first movie you wanted to watch.

"You remember The Conjuring right? And Annabelle?"

"Yeah," he answered. "That Annabelle one was creepy as hell."

You grinned. "Well this one is in the same universe and I've been dying to watch it."

You pressed play on the remote and the opening credits of The Nun began to play. You snuggled up under the blanket and sighed contentedly, a piece of pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Dean glanced at you and couldn't help the soft smile that graced his lips. It was rare he got to see you truly happy and content, so this was a moment he intended to fully savor. He studied your face, desperate to commit it to memory, unwilling to forget how beautiful you looked in this moment.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes, still picturing your face clearly in his mind. It brought another smile to his lips and he breathed in deeply, smelling a mixture of your shampoo and your perfume. He wanted you to be closer to him, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

He made a split second decision and voiced his request aloud, "It's a little chilly in here. Do you mind sharing the blanket with me?" He wasn't cold at all, but he thought it might get you to move closer to him to share.

"Oh! Sure." You smiled and scooted in his direction, holding the edge of the blanket out to him.

He took it and started to cover himself. "You're gonna need to come a little closer, sweetheart," he said with a chuckle. "I need a bit more coverage."

You laughed and moved even closer to him so your arms were now touching. "Better?" you teased.

"Much," he affirmed.

You tried to keep your body relaxed and focused on the movie, but Dean's proximity was overwhelming your senses. You could smell his aftershave, feel his body heat, and see the rise and fall of his chest much more clearly than before. The simple act of a man breathing should not be a turn on...yet here you were.

You shifted slightly as you felt a familiar wave of heat pool in your belly. Not now, you thought to yourself.

"You okay, doll?" Dean asked softly.

His voice sounded lower than before, huskier even, and you had to bite your lip to keep from audibly moaning. As it was, you could feel the slick gathering between your legs, which was mortifying enough.

"I'm fine," you lied, shifting again.

Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side. "Come 'ere," he muttered. "Get comfortable."

You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but you allowed him to pull you closer. You laid your head against his chest and sighed quietly. You had to admit, it was a much more comfortable position to be in, even if it increased your longing.

"Better?" he whispered, echoing your earlier question.

"Yeah," you mumbled.

Dean smiled down at you even though you couldn't see it. He liked this new position--he liked holding you. He knew he was crossing boundaries he'd never intended to cross, but his feelings had become unbearable as of late.

He couldn't remember a moment when he didn't want you and it was getting harder to remember a time when he didn't love you. The last couple months had been hell on his heart and he was starting to break. He hid it from everyone, especially you, but he knew he couldn't do that for much longer.

His random hookups had stopped alleviating his desire to be with you, instead increasing that need tenfold after every encounter. So he stopped hooking up with women altogether. He'd considered moving out of the bunker for a while to get away, but he couldn't do that to Sam or to you.

He found himself in a predicament he'd been trying to avoid for years and the walls he'd built around his heart had started to crumble. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep you safe--he'd rip out his own still-beating heart if he had to--but he couldn't find the strength to stop loving you. No matter what he did, his love only grew.

It wasn't fair to you and he knew he shouldn't love you, shouldn't tell you, shouldn't pull you into something with him that would almost certainly get you killed, but his own pain was becoming too much. The physical ache in his chest when you were apart was beginning to impact every part of his life, including hunting. He'd be lying if he said it didn't terrify him, but he couldn't fight his feelings any longer.

"(Y/N)?" Dean asked softly.

"Hmm?" you hummed, eyes still trained on the TV.

"Can you look at me, sweetheart?" he murmured.

You shifted your head to look up at him. You were struck by how brilliantly green his irises looked in the dimly lit room, your lips parting slightly in surprise.

Dean's heart was hammering in his chest so quickly he was certain you could hear it. When your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his, he was immediately lost in them--adrift in an ocean of (y/e/c).

He knew this was it--it was now or never...he could either take the leap or let his pain drown him in loneliness. He chose the former. He lowered his head the short distance to place a soft, warm kiss against your lips.

The moment you felt his lips on yours, it was like the world stopped spinning. Suddenly there was nothing but you and Dean--nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Just you and Dean.

When your lips began to move against his, returning his kiss, he groaned happily. His hands grabbed at your torso, seeking comfort in your soft flesh. He tugged you towards him, and you shifted your body to straddle his lap, lips never leaving his.

In your new position, you could feel his hardening member pressing against your clothed core. You ground against him, earning a moan from deep in his throat. His hands tightened their grip on your hips and your nails dug into his shoulders as the sensation sent a bolt of electricity through you.

Dean's hands snaked under your shirt and he began tugging it upwards in an attempt to remove it. The logical part of your brain suddenly kicked back on and you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Dean--wait," you gasped, pulling away from him slightly.

His eyes widened and his body tensed. He quickly removed his hands from your body and held them up in surrender. "I'm sorry, we can stop. I--"

You shook your head. "I just need...I need to say something." You bit your lip. "I don't wanna be a one night stand or a friends with benefits thing. I-I can't, Dean. I can't."

The pain in your voice nearly broke his heart. He wanted to reassure you, but he wasn't sure you would believe him. He had a reputation and it was Valentine's Day...what were the odds you'd believe him?

"(Y/N), listen to me," he said gently, taking your hands in his. "I would never ever make you to do something you didn't want to do...and I would never purposefully hurt you. I need you to know that. Do you know that, (Y/N/N)?"

"Yes," you whispered, nodding slowly.

"Good...because I mean it. I can't do any more one night stands or casual hookups or friends with benefits situations. I can't handle any of those things anymore than I can pretend I don't need you. And I do need you, (Y/N/N). I need you in every way a person can possibly need another...mentally, emotionally, physically--all of it. You're the best part of my fucked up life and I don't want to lose you."

It was rare to see Dean so open and vulnerable. This was one of the very few times you'd been witness to it, but this was, by far, the most emotional moment you'd ever shared with him. You wanted to respond, to say all the things you'd carried in your heart for years, but you couldn't think of a single word to say.

Your silence dragged on long enough that Dean began to worry he'd crossed a line he shouldn't have...a line he couldn't uncross. "Please, (Y/N)," he begged. "Say something."

"I'm sorry," you said quickly, realizing you'd been silent too long. Dean's face fell and you knew he believed you were about to reject him. You placed your hands against his chest in a calming manner, desperate to infuse your love in the touch.

"You're not going to lose me, Dean," you assured him. "I'm not going anywhere...my place is here, with you. This is where I belong--where I want to be. Wherever you are is home to me."

He didn't need grand gestures or romantic poetry. He didn't need some eloquent speech about how much you loved him. All he needed was to hear your sweet voice saying he was your 'home' and he was a goner.

When his lips met yours for the second time, everything felt different. It was as if all the moments of his life before this were in black and white and he was seeing in color for the first time. He felt alive in a way he'd forgotten--whole, in a way he'd never experienced.

He'd had very few positive relationships in his past and most of them ended bloody. He'd thought he'd been in love before, but those feelings paled in comparison to the way he felt about you. This was love, a love so real--so lasting--it was branded into his very soul.

His fingers gripped the edge of your shirt again and this time, you allowed him to remove it. "Fuck," he groaned, hungry eyes trained on your naked chest. "No bra?"

"I wanted to be comfortable."

His large, calloused hands gripped your heavy breasts and he gently kneaded the supple flesh. "I want my girl to be comfortable all the time," he murmured. "So I think we should burn all your bras."

Your soft chuckle morphed into a moan as his lips found one of your nipples. You rolled your hips against him, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

Dean wanted to take his time with you and he was thoroughly enjoying his current activities, but it seemed you had other plans in mind.

"Dean," you whined. "Need you."

He gave your nipple one last gentle lick before lifting his head. "I'm right here, baby."

You rolled your hips against his throbbing cock and he groaned. Clearly you wanted more and he was in no position to deny you anything.

He gripped you tightly and stood up. You yelped in surprise and wrapped your legs around his waist. He turned around so your back was to the couch and he slowly lowered you down, placing you on the couch in front of him. He kneeled down and looked up at you, eyes dark with desire.

His hands slid slowly up your thighs, coming to a stop at the hem of your pants. "Can I take these off?"

You nodded rapidly.

He smirked and began to peel your leggings down at a painfully slow pace. You whined in annoyance, but Dean simply smiled. "Patience, sweetheart."

Finally, your pants, and subsequently your underwear, were tossed onto the floor, leaving you completely bare before him. There was a small part of you that felt self-conscious being naked in front of Dean. It was always uncomfortable for you the first time you found yourself in this position with a new man, but Dean was different. You weren't sure if it was the hunger in his gaze, the affection he clearly had for you, or the love you felt for him...you felt safe, you felt comfortable, and you felt loved. That was all that mattered.

Dean licked his lips in anticipation as he slowly spread your legs, revealing your soaking wet pussy to him. He groaned softly, spreading your legs wider to get an even better view.

"Now that's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he murmured. He slid a finger between your folds to collect some of your juices before bringing the finger to his mouth. He sucked it clean with a moan of enjoyment. "Delicious."

Before you had time to react, Dean had grabbed your hips and dragged you forward so you were closer to the edge of the couch. His mouth was on you in an instant, feasting on you like he might never eat again.

Your head fell back against the cushion and soft moans began to stream from your lips. Your legs rested on his shoulders and your hand gripped his hair tightly. Salacious sounds filled the room and you were glad Sam was gone for the night. You had a feeling it was only going to get louder.

Dean's experience in the bedroom was very evident as he ate you out. He was extremely skilled, but more importantly he paid attention to you. He was desperate to learn exactly what drove you wild and he wouldn't stop until he'd mapped out all of your pleasure points.

"Dean," you gasped softly, grip on his hair tightening.

He knew you were close, the way your legs began to tremble and your grip on his hair indicating your impending orgasm like a flashing neon sign.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place so you couldn't squirm away. With expert precision, Dean spelled his own full name against your clit with his tongue, sending you into a spiral of moaning, shaking bliss.

Dean continued to lap up your juices as you came down, and to your surprise, he didn't stop, even as you began to tug on his hair in earnest. "Please, Dean! Too much," you pleaded.

Dean sucked your little bundle of nerves into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot and began to drag his fingers along it repeatedly. The shock waves of pleasure had you changing your pleas to moans in seconds.

Your pussy gripped his fingers like iron and he couldn't wait to feel you grip his cock in the same fashion. He hadn't even been inside you yet and he already knew he would never want another woman's body the way he wanted yours.

"Dean!" you cried out, thick thighs squeezing his head, hips gyrating against his mouth as you came once again.

He lapped up everything you had to give him hungrily--wishing he could stay between your legs forever. This time, however, he allowed you to pull him up by his hair.

You were completely breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly. Dean licked his lips and wondered how sexy you'd look riding him, breasts bouncing as he slammed up into you.

"I think," you mumbled, "you have...too much...clothing on."

He laughed at your breathless remark. He had to agree with your sentiment, so he stood up and removed his shirt quickly. When he stood, you were rewarded with a nice view of his erection pressing against the confines of his sweats.

He smiled at you and slowly lowered his pants, revealing his very large member. The tip was red and throbbing, precum leaking from the slit. You licked your lips and eyed him hungrily, wanting to wrap your lips around it with a desperation that surprised you.

"Sit," you begged.

Dean smirked and obliged, sitting down beside you. You slid off the couch and crawled the short distance to settle between his legs.

Your soft hands wrapped around his cock and he groaned softly. "You're so big," you whispered.

"Your hands are small," he teased.

"But my mouth isn't."

Dean didn't have the time to process your sassy comment before your mouth wrapped around him and you began to suck his cock in earnest.

"Holy fuck-" he groaned, head falling back against the cushion.

He tangled his hand in your hair and gently guided your head as you began to take his cock deeper into your throat. You flexed the back of your tongue as you did so and he groaned loudly.

Having gotten the reaction you'd desired, you did the same move a couple more times, allowing his cock to almost leave your mouth before sucking him deep into your throat.

His grip on your hair tightened and his hips thrust forward, causing you to gag slightly. Instead of trying to lift off him, you breathed deeply through your nose and held steady, relaxing your throat as best as you could.

"Baby, you're doing so good for me," Dean murmured. "Making me feel amazing."

You moaned around his cock and reached between his legs to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked slightly at the action, causing you to smirk.

You continued to suck his cock until he tugged your hair a little more harshly. "You gotta stop, doll, or I'm gonna cum."

You hummed in disappointment, but allowed him to pull you off his cock with a soft popping sound. He looked down at you with lust filled eyes and beckoned you towards him.

"Come up here, baby. I wanna touch you," he begged.

You climbed onto the couch with him, straddling his legs once again. You lowered yourself slowly, rubbing his cock against your wet core. You leaned forward to kiss him and repeated the action. He moaned against your lips before pressing his tongue against them, demanding entry.

You parted your lips and kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to assert dominance. The kiss was passionate and loving, but the fire that burned inside of both of you in that moment only cared about pleasure.

"I need to be inside you," Dean whispered against your lips.

"Please," you begged him, rutting against him once more.

He gripped his cock tightly and lined himself up with your entrance. Once the tip pressed against your tight opening, he released his grip, hands settling on your hips to help guide you down.

You moaned softly as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock--the stretch both painful and enjoyable all at once. He was larger than you were accustomed to, both in girth and in length, and it almost felt as if you were a virgin all over again.

You had to lean forward, pressing your body against his for support as you lowered yourself down completely. You'd never felt so full, your toes curled at the mere feeling.

"You okay, baby?" Dean murmured, hands gently rubbing soothing circles into your back as he allowed you time to adjust.

"Never better," you whispered in reply.

You pulled yourself up into a proper sitting position and gasped as he somehow sank even deeper into you.

Dean worried he'd hurt you until he saw the look in your eye. His concern quickly turned to a smirk of pride. He pressed his hand against your lower abdomen and growled, "You feel that, baby? I'm so deep inside you, you'll be feeling me for days."

You moaned softly, his words having the desired effect on you. You rolled your hips a little and he hissed softly.

"Fuck, doll."

He gripped your hips as you started to move, bouncing up and down on his cock slowly.

His lips attached themselves to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone--anywhere he could reach. He was reveling in the feeling of your soft body against his muscular one, your curves providing him with plenty of flesh to hold on to.

"You feel so good, baby," he moaned in your ear. "Pussy squeezing me so tight--can hardly breathe."

"Feels good, Dean," you whimper.

"Yeah, baby? You like the way my cock feels in your pretty little pussy? Stretching you just right--you were made for me."

You preened at the praise, which only made him want to praise you more.

"This perfect body of yours makes me feel so good, sweetheart. You take my cock so well. Wanna stay here forever just making you feel good--listening to those sweet sounds you make. Fuck, never wanna stop."

You loved his praise, but your thighs were starting to get tired from the exertion. Dean could feel you slowing down, so he pulled you forward, pressing your chest flush against his.

"I've got you, baby. Let me take over," he whispered.

You gripped his shoulders and nodded, more than willing to allow him to take control.

As soon as he felt your body relax against him, he planted his feet firmly on the floor and began to piston up into you. He held you tightly against him to prevent you from moving too much.

"Dean!" you cried, nails digging into his shoulders.

His cock pressed into your g-spot with each thrust and in a matter of moments, you were teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna cum for me? Huh?" Dean asked huskily. "You gonna coat my cock with your sweet cum, baby? Cum for me, sweet girl. Wanna feel it."

You loved the way he begged and it had you coming undone in an instant. You screamed his name as your walls fluttered around his cock. It took all of his focus not to cum along with you.

"That's my good girl," he whispered. "I'm gonna cum soon, doll. Where you want it?"

"Inside me," you begged. "Please, Dean--fill me up."

"Oh, fuck-" Dean moaned loudly as he came, coating your walls with his seed.

After a few more thrusts, Dean stilled. He continued to hold you tightly against him, needing to feel you close to him as he came down from his high.

He rubbed your back soothingly and placed a soft kiss to your damp hairline. "You were so good for me, (Y/N/N)."

You kissed his shoulder. "Felt so good, Dean."

He smiled and squeezed you tighter. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of the woman he loved pressed against his chest.

His cock had begun to soften and his cum was leaking out of you and onto his thighs, but he couldn't be bothered. Taking care of you was his one and only priority.

"Do you need some water, sweetheart?" he asked softly.

You shook your head.

"Food?"

You shook your head again.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he begged.

You finally lifted your head to look him in his eyes. "I know it's cliché to say I love you after sex, but I don't care. I love you, Dean...I love you wholly and completely."

Dean nearly breathed a sigh of relief at your admission. "I can't even begin to express how happy it makes me to hear you say those words. I've been pushing the feeling down for years, but I can't do it anymore, (Y/N). I love you with everything I have--it might not be much, but it's yours. You have me forever--mind, body, and soul."

You smiled and gently caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You kissed him softly, which he immediately returned in kind.

When you separated, you noticed a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes. "Dean?"

"What are your thoughts about round two in my bedroom?"

You laughed lightly. "Are you gonna kick me out of your bed at 2am?"

"Not if you don't snore," he teased.

You smacked his shoulder affectionately and he laughed. "You're lucky you're so damn cute."

He grinned. "Actually, I'm adorable."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You know, I think I like the idea of round two."

Dean smiled and pulled you even closer. "Hold onto me, sweetheart."

You gripped him tightly and he stood up, holding you to his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he headed towards his bedroom.

When he entered his room, he gently tossed you onto the bed, earning a soft giggle from your lips. He climbed on top of you, pressing sweet kisses to your skin for several moments before finally kissing your soft lips.

"I'm glad you skipped 'Unattached Drifter Christmas' this year," you murmured.

He smiled. "Me too, baby. I think it's more 'Attached Drifter Christmas' now."

You laughed. "I love you, you dork."

He kissed you again. "Not as much as I love you."

The two of you spent the next couple hours continuing to explore each other's bodies, experiencing blinding pleasure over and over again.

Nothing could ever compare to the love you felt for each other, and in spite of everything, you both fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms, dreaming of the beautiful future ahead.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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Confessions

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you get a bit loopy after having your wisdom teeth pulled.

“Sammy,” you whined as you tugged on your big brother’s sleeve. “I don’t wanna get my wisdom teeth pulled! What if it hurts?”

“Honey, they already pulled them,” Sam grinned as he opened the door to the back seat of the Impala and gestured for you to get in.

“Oh,” you frowned. “They did? Did it hurt?”

“Nope,” Sam said. “You were asleep the whole time.”

“Cool,” you giggled as Sam placed his large hand on your head and pushed you down into the car. “No!” Your demeanor changed rapidly when Sam tried to help you with your seat belt. “I don’t want it!”

When Sam persisted, you turned to Dean.

“Dean! Sammy’s being mean to me!”

“You have my permission to punch him as hard as you can,” Dean said.

“Thanks a lot!” Sam glared at Dean, even though your punch to his arm barely hurt.

“It didn’t work!” You whined.

“Ok baby, what’s Sammy doing that’s so mean?”

“He’s trying to make me wear my seatbelt!”

“He’s supposed to do that.”

“Oh,” your struggles suddenly ceased, although you still glared at Sam as he reached over and buckled you in.

“How did you do that?” Sam asked, to which Dean shrugged.

“What are you doing?” Dean wondered as Sam got in the passenger’s seat.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re not gonna stay with her?” Dean gestured to you as you pulled your seatbelt out all the way just so you could watch it zip back into place.

“She’s fine.”

“Whoa!” The boys glanced back in unison at your outburst. “We’re moving!”

Dean had just pulled the Impala out of the parking lot, and you peered out the window.

“How is it doing that? That’s so cool!”

“What on earth did they give her, and where can I get some?” Dean chuckled. Then he glanced back at you again, and his expression changed. “Whoa, hey!”

Dean pulled over when he saw your wide-open door, you leaning much too far out of the car.

“Sam, go back and sit with her,” Dean demanded, and Sam was already halfway out when Dean got to a full stop.

“Ok kiddo,” Sam unbuckled your seat belt and scooted you over, coming to sit between you and the door.

“I was looking at the wheels!” You cried. “I wanted to watch us move!”

“How about you watch us move from inside the car, baby?” Dean suggested, and though you huffed in annoyance, you relented, and Dean got back on the road.

“Ow!” Sam cried not two minutes later. “What was that for?”

You tugged again on his hair, and giggled while he frowned at you.

“Your hair is funny!”

“Funny?” Sam grabbed your hand when you tried to reach for his hair again. “Hey, that hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam’s eyes widened when you began to cry.

“Dude, what did you do?” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror.

“I don’t know!”

“Well, stop doing it!”

“Hey, hey,” Sam soothed. “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

You were inconsolable until Dean pulled up at the bunker, the sight of which made you instantly stop crying.

“I know this place!” You said.

“Ok then,” Sam grinned. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

“Yay!” Sam grunted when you jumped on his back the moment he stepped out of the Impala. “I wanna go to my room!”

Sam carried you inside and deposited you on your bed, placing a hand on your head to stop you when you tried to get up.

“You need to sleep.”

“Awww! But I don’t want to!”

“C’mon Sam, she’s funnier like this,” Dean argued.

“Dude.” Dean relented at Sam’s glare.

“Ok, ok.”

Once Dean left the room, Sam turned to tuck you in.

“Sammy?” You mumbled, your head already drooping.

“Yeah kid?”

“I love you.”

Sam smiled, pushing your head back against the pillow.

“I love you too. Now go to bed.”

“No, I mean I really love you,” you insisted. “You’re nice. And you’re funny. And you’re a good big brother.”

Sam didn’t say anything, he just pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiled down at you, and left the room, turning off the lights behind him.

…

“Dean!”

Dean turned at the sound of your voice echoing down the hall. Sam had left your room not three minutes ago, and Dean had been under the impression that you’d conked right out.

“Yeah baby?” He asked as he opened your door.

“You didn’t give me a good night kiss.”

Dean bit back his laugh when he saw how serious you looked.

“I’m sorry,” he said, coming to stand beside your bed. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, but when he turned to go you grabbed his arm.

“Dean?”

Dean hummed.

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too baby,” he grinned.

“I think you’re cool. You take really good care of me and Sammy, and-and…” you seemed to be losing your train of thought, your eyes unfocused as you blinked. “And I really really love you.”

“I’m gonna have to remind you of this conversation when you go back to normal,” Dean muttered, then he leaned closer to you again, pulling your covers up around you. “Ok kiddo. It’s time to get some rest.”

“M-k…” you were asleep not ten seconds later.

Neither Sam nor Dean ever told each other, or even you, what had been said that day.

But neither of them ever forgot it, either.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #winchesters x sister #winchester x reader #sam and dean #dean x you #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister #sam winchester x sister!reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 29 days

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I saw your post about accidental facesitting with the dorm leaders, and I was wondering if you could add onto that for Jade, Floyd, Rollo, and the staff? (If you’re comfortable with the staff being non-platonic, of course!) thank you!

I've done most of those 🖤🖤🖤

Accidentally Sitting on Their Face (12) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Divus Crewel

Having someone to help manage his work load is a lovely thing

Especially when it let’s him admire your lovely face without the annoying barking and nosey pups he has to teach

It also means that it’s okay for you both to be vulnerable

To let you both allow slip-ups you wouldn’t usually do in front of the strays

Like when you lose your footing on a paper

While Crewel unceremoniously does what he can to catch you

“Oh Divus I’m so sorry! I’ll get up right away!”

“There’s no need to rush, I can handle you in anyway you need.”

No shame

He’s quite clearly in love with you but you just don’t seem to take the hint

How many more men will he have to poison before you notice he’s the best

He’ll relish the feeling before asking to do such things more often

Dire Crowley

“Dire! W-what are you doing here!?”

“I just thought I can offer some assistance!”

“Then why don’t you help with the things I’m carrying?!”

“No thanks!”

He clearly puts himself in position

Loving the inevitable outcome

He’s tempted to make it even worse if he attempts to talk during it

“S-ss-top that!”

When you finally abandon the weight your carrying to remove yourself from his face

He’s really disappointed

“Awww I was hoping you’d stay for longer.”

Whatever scolding you give him goes in one ear and out the other

As most of your protests do

Specifically of his constant breaking of boundaries

You can only hope his bird brain will having forgetting the arousal he got from this

He never will

Sam

Having a hand to help manage the shop is great

Forget the fact he has help from the other side

He doesn’t mind if it’s you restocking the higher shelves

To watch your shirt hike up, what a view

And its not your fault one of his shadows had a touch of inspiration

When you’re tumbling down and Sam is in the perfect position to catch you

With his face

He barely brings himself to tut at his shadows for suggesting to hold you down

Wouldn’t want to be discovered

“S-sam!”

“Are you alright? I’m glad I caught you.”

He’s glad you can’t see him blush

Because if you could he’d be bright red

He’ll have to thank the shadows soon

Another rival’s soul should do the trick

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere divus crewel #yandere crewel #yandere dire crowley #yandere crowley #Yandere sam twst #yandere sam #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere crewel x reader #yandere crowley x reader

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via-l0ve · 9 months

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ok so hear me out, ( Supernatural), french mistake where they find out that the actor/actress who plays their s/o is dating a different castmate and having to watch them kiss and be all lovey dovey with eachother.

Alternative Universe (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: i fucking LOVE this episode. i also love this prompt. thank you so much anon, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing

Dean:

he’s looking for you - you’re his top priority

being called ‘Jensen’ left and right all he wants is to see his wonderful s/o and have something normal

he turns the corner and sees you

“oh my god. yes. y/n!”

and then he walks closer

you’re kissing fucking castiel

“what the fuck??”

“hey!! y/n!!”

you pull away all confused.

“hey.. dean?”

“since when are you dating cas?”

side eye

“Jensen… you okay? Misha and I have been dating for like… ever.”

he’s gobsmacked

“what the hell.”

he walks away

he’s so angry

you guys are holding hands and smiling and he’s STARING YOU DOWN

“hey y/n. when do we kiss on screen?”

“um… i think today? why?”

he’s making sure you guys get to that kiss scene

“that do anything for you?”

“Jensen!”

definitely holds a grudge when he goes back and he sees castiel

—

Sam:

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. if there was a word for sam it would be Flabbergasted

he’s searching around frantically for you bc where tf is he and wtf is going on. why are people calling him Jared??

anyways

he sees you and he’s so happy

“hey y/n!”

you smile over at him and wave.

“hey!! whatcha doin?”

“just looking for you. aren’t you freaked out?”

“um… should i be freaked out?”

he’s confused now.

He’s even MORE confused when GODDAMN Dean Winchester comes up to you and kisses you on the cheek

him^

“dean??!” he’s shocked.

“oh. are we supposed to be in character right now?” -jensen

“what the hell?” sam is CONFUSED

“Jared.. you good? you okay?”

he walks away

“i have to get out of whatever hell this is..”

when he gets back he can’t look at Dean the same lmfao

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Castiel:

Cas is trying to keep his cool but who tf is misha

he finds you and he’s so happy

finally someone he knows that he knows

PLOT TWIST

you turn around and MOTHERFUCKING CROWLEY IS KISSING YOU

cas rn^

he’s SO SAD

“y/n.”

“oh! hey Misha!”

“not you too!!”

awww poor baby

apologize RIGHT NOW.

he gets back and is so happy to see you

he’s hugging you and won’t let you near crowley

—

Crowley:

he sees you kissing sam mf winchester and is SO DISTRAUGHT

“y/n!!”

“oh hey!”

“what the hell is this?”

“… what’s what?”

*frantically motions between the two of you*

“…we’ve been dating for four years?”

he’s mad mad

he’s also just confused

“how could they pick HIM over ME??”

he gets back home and def gives you the silent treatment for like a day

i’m sorry

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #crowley #crowley x reader

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mrsmiagreer · 1 year

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Lemon gave me a thought you know…An amazing thought at that

Daddy Kinks in the Redacted Universe

Milo

Looooves it. Milo’s the type of person to call himself daddy to describe himself as the man, the boss, the caretaker. Sweetheart, however, carried that into their sexy time and Milo just couldn’t argue with it. The first time it happened, it was in the middle of a thrust. The word just flew out of sweetheart’s mouth on accident and Milo just went harder

“Cum for me…yeah cum for daddy”

David

Angel said it to him once on a normal day as a joke, and David told them to fuck around and find out what position that word gets them in. And knowing Angel, They called his bluff…we know how THAT ended

“Come here, I’ll show you who your daddy is”

Sam

Actually calls himself that sometimes when he’s in the mood. It drives darlin’ so crazy and they always do what he says because they wanna be good for him. Just like Lemon said

"Yeah Darlin', bounce on Daddy's cock."

Vincent

One night lovely said it while begging Vincent to bite them. Right then, they experienced the most lustful bite they’ve ever experienced. Vincent almost immediately apologized for how hard it was and was almost confused when he heard lovely cry out for another one just like that

“Yeah? You want daddy to give you another bite?”

Gavin

Gavin hears it 104,715,918,021 times a year. People have called him Daddy, Sir, Master, all of the above, etc, you name it. But when Freelancer says it, his brain goes to mush and he just needs more

“Oh fuck… say that again please call me that again”

Huxley

When Damien pushes, he makes big pushes. He doesn’t take small chances and we all know this. He wasn’t sure if Huxley would like it before he tried it but he teased him a little with the title to see how it worked out. Boy was he in for a time.

“Ohh…Daddy huh?”

Blake

Goes literal apeshit. He’s been waiting for this moment since the last time him and Bestie were this close, but this time they seem to really mean it, and it’s making his little unrequited lovesick heart go mad. It flips a switch in him and now he’s pounding Bestie out.

“Awww…Needed daddy to come fuck you to sleep? It’s okay baby I got you”

thank you for the idea love 🫶🏽 @screaming-over-avior @sweetlemongrove

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cbsghostsmetasandtrevor · 19 days

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Season 3x8 Episode Live Reaction

So, apparently there's a Content Warning for this episode?

WHAT?

Anyway - I will be watching so... thoughts below.

Holes are bad is a terrible name for the episode.

here we go....

OOOh flashback for Hetty. "Under 2 months"???

Legal Trouble??? OMG.

Of course Elias would cause Hetty problems. Even dead.

"Four".

"None of you are alive so what emergency could there be."

"You could lie to me once"

"YOu listen?" "You don't?"

Nancy wants Thor.

LOL Steph is back.

"LOL - it's illegal" -MEH.

I KNEW IT WAS RALPH!!!!

"That was rude."

SO, STEPH just went to sleep???

She ignores that Pete was like "GRAB YOUR SUCKOFF BUDDY".

"Just a basement ghost - my bad"

OMG THOR. OMG - you heard her!!!

LMAO !!! I cannot believe that Thor knew the entire time!

Chasing a butterfly???

The way everyone looks at Thor.

The concerned looks on the younger ghosts' faces. OMG.

"They're like what to do mean??? WHY???"

I love their excitement!

GOD DYING ALREADY.

Another flashbook. "No one has called ever, i believe."

Of course climbing out doesn't work.

Aw Trevor and Alberta wanting to save Flower!!

I love their teamup.

Sass is like "LET ME TELL THE STORY." I'm literally the storyteller!

LOVE SASS/ISAAC teamup.

1895 - stuck in a hole.

WAIT TOO MUCH MOPHINE?? Hetty died of an overdose?

WHO ELSE WAS IN THE HOLE.

AW PATIENCE!!! I'm SAD. Purtain woman! Lost in the dirt???

OH NO OH ON.

"YOu know FACETIME???"

THE GHOSTS ARE NOT ON FACETIME. I can't believe Trevor thought he could do the drawer - big step up from Sam's MOM where he wouldn't even try a drawer.

NOOOOOOOO!!!

"SHE MAY BE FERAL - DO NOT ENGAGE."

AHHHHHH!

I'm SCREAMING!

"i will punch them."

Another flashback. THE TELEPHONE.

WRONG NUMBER.

Aw Thor is cute here.

Hetty - Has a string around her neck? OMG... she hung herself?? It's the rope from her death.

Ass Sass and Trevor catching her!

How did you not know??? It didn't register has any thing weird.

"Oh hey Sam."

LOL Sam's Face at this explanation! If only Jay hadn't put away the iPad.

You got her a magnet???

Aw, Isaac and Sam are here for Hetty.

Trying to protect her son. And he could've become a murderer either way - it had nothing to do with your death.

I do really love the explanation of how they all missed Hetty's death and Elias' Vault. Finally it makes sense.

Awww Hetty & Flower moment.

LOL big secret. "I robbed a bank once." - "It's good to have you back."

LOL Checking the Owl Thing.

LOL Jay figuring out what's happening...

***

Final thoughts, It was a great episode. I am sad Steph was there just to tell them about Ralph/Flower - poor steph, but I totally called that. and I did like the episode.

TOTALLY PISSED PETE'S GHOST POWER WAS REVEALED IN THE FUCKING PROMO.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts spoilers

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impyssadobsessions · 2 years

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DP x DC big brother au

Where Danny is a child prodigy of the League of assassins on his way to his first mission. Around that time Damian (who is Danny's replacement/ bodyguard) is like, below 5 y/o and not doing too well, too soft they say. They plan to kill him, so Danny thinks if they didn't have their prodigy heir then they HAVE to keep Damian alive as their next kin. So he did, he staged his own death and sob story his way into an orphanage where the Fenton's take him.

Years later, on a quiet night or when he's patching up his own wounds, sometimes he wonders how his little Dami is doing. If he is still as soft and attention hungry as he use to.

Or if they killed the child inside him and turn him into someone he fears.

Awww yes~ I would love to see something like this. Just Danny curious about Damian. Wonder how he would meet him then. Just probably circumstances that causes Danny to end up in gotham... OH OR WHAT IF... Danny's identity gets revealed and it goes viral after a fight. Danny has to hide because GIW and now league.. but also someone else caught wind. Damian seeing it from watching Tim showing the video to someone else. Damian's breath hitches. Maybe he feel bitter about being left behind, about his brother leaving him.. Same time he wants to confront him, make sure its him. Thus turns into a three way if not four/five track down of Danny Phantom. Fenton parents either helping Jazz, Sam, n Tuck. Or they're all HE TOOK OVER OUR SON. Maybe Vlad too. LOL my brain went brrrr for a moment. But this could just be simple, Danny gets job in arkham asylum and runs into Dami. Damian confronting him later.. or maybe giving him a cold shoulder at first. But melts because Danny still treats him the same.. and then finally pesters an answer as to why Danny left. Danny saying that he wanted Dami to live. LOL funny if dick gets a little jealous of danny able to step in and just make dami grin. =w= big brother rivalry. Same time both like happy to have each other looking out for their sibling. Plus can't hate another man that loves puns =w=b Dick tries to big brother Danny too. Danny just so happy to see his brother.. but same time super secretive about his past. Damian upset and pries into it. Eventually finding out Danny, despite successfully leaving the league still ended up dealing with life n death. Danny not wanting pity or dami to worry always brushes it off but its more obvious as days go by that his past bothers him more than he says it does.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #damian wayne #big brother au #batfam #asks

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dizscreams · 1 year

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heyyy so request for chad x reader!! basically they’re childhood best friends and they both like each other but are too afraid to say anything yada yada and they’re at the halloween party we saw in the movie and the reader is getting hit on by a bunch of guys and chad goes all protective mode and tries to get rid of them and like at the end the reader doesn’t understand why he cares so much and they have a cute little confession scene awww! sorry if that’s too much detail idk how much to put but you can totally stray from this if you have a different idea!!

AAA THIS IS SO CUTE ANONN!!

Young Love — Chad Meeks ★

PAIRING: Chad x gn!reader

SUMMARY: You and Chad have huge crushes on each other but you don’t think the other feels the same. While you’re both at the Halloween party you get hit on and Chad gets a little jealous and that leads to a confession from both of you 😚

WARNINGS: none! :)

There was no way you were going to this Halloween frat party but Anika wouldn’t leave you alone until you did.

“Cmon Y/N it’ll be funnn!”

“Yeah a bunch of sweaty, drunk, rude teenagers seems like a blast!” you said with your voice laced in sarcasm.

She rolled her eyes playfully “Pleaseee you don’t have to stay the whole time! Plus Chad will be thereee” she said with a wink. You thought it over for a minute.

You had liked Chad ever since you guys were in elementary school but never thought he had been interested. Maybe you could impress him? Unlikely. It felt like he got every girl that looked his way. You were pretty sure his new interest was Tara.

After thinking about it you rolled your eyes “Forget it Anika, I don’t even have a costume.”

“C’mon I’ll help you! We have some time.” She smiled at you and walked out of the living room.

You followed her into her room and she wasted no time rummaging through her closet as you sat on the bed. A comfortable silence was upon both of you but you decided to break it. “So who else is going besides Chad?”

“Umm like almost everyone Tara, Mindy, I mean even Ethan’s going. Quinn’s staying home and I think Sam’s at a therapist appointment. Not that she’d be going anyways.”

You hummed in agreement “Does Sam even know Tara’s going?”

“No she’ll probably flip.” You raised your eyebrows at that knowing if Sam caught her there all hell would probably break loose. Anika had finished looking for a costume and she ran up excitedly and sat next to you.

“Okay now hear me out-“

“Oh god”

“no! nono don’t ‘oh god’ me, it’s cute I promise!” She put the clothes in your lap. You can go as a like sexier version of Freddy Krueger!”

“Ooo my life goal” you said with a sarcastic smile and she playfully hit your shoulder as you laughed.

“See this is a prime example of why you need to get out more, you’re so sassy” she puts a hand on her heart pretending to be hurt and you scoff. “Anika this will not look good on me.”

“Yes it will! It’s only a red and green sweater with shorts, then I’ll get you the little hat thing he wears and some gloves! Plus I’ll do your makeup!” You nodded and got dressed.

.・゜゜・★・゜゜・．

After she got you ready you were both on your way to the party since everyone else had already gotten there. As you walked in you looked at Anika with an unsure look and she tried giving you a reassuring smile while walking you over to a couch where Mindy was sitting.

“Heyy, you guys made it!”

“Uh huh it only took me like 30 minutes to convince them to come” Anika said rolling her eyes and looking at you.

“Yeah? What changed your mind, Y/N?” Mindy asked you but before you could say anything Anika interrupted you. “Chaaad” and her and Mindy start making kissy noises.

“You guys are so immature!” You say trying to hide the smile forming on your face.

“Well, your costume looks good. Chad is talking to Ethan somewhere over there” Mindy says as she point in a direction near a corner. You nod before walking over there.

You don’t know why you were nervous, Chad was your best friend. You were only going to talk to him that was it. But maybe you should get a drink first you thought as you made your way towards the kitchen.

You grabbed a cup and started pouring yourself a drink not really caring what is was. “Woah slow down there” an unfamiliar voice calls behind you. You turn around to see some guy you’ve never met. “I think I’ll be okay thanks” you say dryly as you turn back around not wanting anything to do with him.

“Cmon don’t be like that. I like that costume you look hot” You were clearly uncomfortable and he was visibly drunk. “Alright bye-“ you go to leave but he grabs your arm.

“Nah cmon stay with me I’ll show you a good time” he says slurring his words together.

You struggle to get out of his grip but end up kicking him in the balls muttering a ‘perv’. You grab your drink and chug it before going back into the living room. You see some of your friends from a few if your classes and start chatting and dancing with them.

You were actually having an alright time before yet another guy comes up to you and starts flirting. “What do you want stranger?” You ask in the most monotone voice you can muster. “Just wanna dance with you, baby.”

“Don’t call me that you fucking weirdo” you go to turn away and you make eye contact with Chad as you do so. He was dancing with Tara. The guy grabs your arm spinning you back around and tells you to ‘Stop being a bitch’. You try pulling your arm back yelling at him to let go of you.

Chad noticed your struggling and tells Tara he’ll be right back as he quickly goes towards you. You’re still fighting the guy and Chad quickly pushes the guy, causing him to stumble back.

“The fuck is your problem bro?”

“You’re my problem bro. Keep your fucking hands off them.” The guy scoffs and raises his hands in defeat while Chad murmurs a ‘lets go’. He gently grabs your hand and you guys go outside since it’s quieter than inside.

You guys both sit on the stone steps in silence before you decide to say something. “Why’d you do that?”

He gives you a confused look “What do you mean why’d I do that? You’re my best friend of course I was going to protect you.”

“I mean I guess I just don’t really understand why. You could’ve left me I can take care of myself.” you sound a little salty but don’t really care right now.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you? What did you have to drink?”

“It doesn’t matter why don’t you just go back to Tara?”

Then it all clicked for him.

how could he not know? You liked him and you were jealous. A smirk replaced his concerned expression.

“I see what’s happening”

“I’m sure you do Chad”

“You like me” He was so confident that he was right that he just flat out said it and you turned bright red.

“Whaaat are you talking about maybe you’re the one who had too much to drink”

He chuckles before continuing on “You don’t have to worry about Tara you know. I like you too, I think I have since like middle school or something.”

You were stunned. It wasn’t a joke was it? You don’t think he’d do that to you. He liked you? He liked you. Your eyes were so wide you were afraid they might pop out of your skull. “You have?” you say with your voice barely above a whisper. “I have. I just didn’t you felt the same.”

He had a bright smile adorning his face and you couldn’t help but form your own. “Can I kiss you?” He asks you in the same soft tone you had. “I’d be sad if you didn’t.” He laughs before you both lean in sharing a long awaited kiss.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me too.”

You both sit there grinning like idiots.

“You don’t think they’ll miss us if we don’t come back to the party do you?”

“Nah they’ll be fine.”

I KNOW IT ISNT THE GREATEST AND ITS A LITTLE LONG BUT HOPE YOU LIKE ITT AAA 🫣

#scream 6 #chad meeks #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #anika kayoko #anika kayoko x reader #mindy meeks martin #mindy meeks x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #dizzy’s anons!! :)#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

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awesomerextyphoon · 9 months

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You: Awww!!

Sam: What?

Bucky: She saw a baby.

You: Leave me alone you two!

Bucky: It's just that your eyes light up whenever you see one.

You: I can't help it! I love it when they're eyes light up in wonder! Everyday is a new discovery!

Sam: I get it.

You: I don't know why, but I wanna protect their smiles and wonder. Lord knows I know what it's like to lose them.

Bucky: I know, doll. I know.

You: thanks for the hug, Bucky.

Sam: I need to call Sarah.

You: OOH! Ask her if my Jollof Rice recipe worked out!

Sam: I will. I will. Don't you worry.

You: Hey! The baby's waving at us! Hi baby!

Bucky: The baby's waving because we've been standing here for five minutes.

You: So!

Bucky: So, the parents are looking worried.

You: Shit! We gotta go! Don't look Bucky!

Bucky: Aww! The baby laughing.

You: Really! Aww-Damnit! The mom's giving us a look.

Concerned Mother: What lovely couple. A bit strange, though.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #sam wilson #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky x woc!reader

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frodo-with-glasses · 4 months

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More Reading Thoughts: A Conspiracy Unmasked

Ohohoho here we go >:-D

Merry like “hmm, I can tell something’s fishy about this, but we’ll have to talk about it later”

The Brandybucks being described as “virtually a small independent country” is GreatTM X-D

“…as a matter of fact, [the Bucklanders] were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim.”

*Phil Dragash Merry voice intensifies* I LOVE BOATS Y’KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE BOATS SO MUCH I MEAN THEY’RE SO COOL AND BOATY AND THEY FLOAT

Aww, Sam’s already getting a bit homesick :-(

Gollummmm

Frodo: “I mean we already ate, but we could eat again.” Merry: “Say no more, fam”

Frodo seeing Bilbo’s things in the new house and being “sharply reminded” of him :-C Hello it is once again Crying About Frodo and Bilbo O’Clock

BATH SECTION YEAAAAAHHHH

“Which order shall we go in? Eldest first or quickest first? You’ll be last either way, Master Peregrin.” HAHAHA GETTIM FRODO

And Merry like “excuuuuse me, you should know by now that I’m better at planning and logistics than that; there are THREE tubs >8-D”

And Pippin splashing Frodo with the bath water 🤣 This whole section is so stinkin’ CUTE

I, too, cannot properly dry my hair until I am out of the steam in the bathroom. Frodo is the most relatable ever.

Merry has such dad energy 🤣 “You’d better clean up your mess, Pippin, before you get any supper!”

The squabbling over the mushrooms haha

Ooooohh The Talk is here

It honestly makes so much sense that Pippin is the one talking when Frodo refuses to. Frodo is trying to keep secrets, and Pippin has zero filter.

Also Merry reading Frodo like a book is SO GOOD

“You are miserable, because you don’t know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don’t want to. We are very sorry for you.”

THAT’S MY SMART BOI

I can’t wait to draw this part

“You do not understand! You must go—and therefore we must, too. Merry and I are coming with you. Sam is an excellent fellow, and would jump down a dragon’s throat to save you, if he did not trip over his own feet; but you will need more than one companion in your dangerous adventure.” Awww, Pippin!!

Also the foreshadowing, wow

Hahaha Merry presenting Sam like “TA-DA! Our chief spy!!”

Sam: “Gandalf did say to take someone you could trust, sir!” Frodo: “But I can’t trust anyone, apparently!” Sam: :-C

Oh oh oh it’s this part…!!

“It all depends on what you want. You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you can keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.”

MERRY MY LAD I LOVE YOU TO DEATH

That’s true friendship right there

Frodo like “I am NEVER trusting that you are actually asleep ever again” 🤣

“Three cheers for Captain Frodo and Company!” I’m going to melt 🥹

Merry once again being the G.O.A.T. by having the ponies prepared

“It seems to have been a very efficient conspiracy.” HECK YEAH IT WAS

I love that Fatty has barely talked through the whole chapter except to blurt “NOT THE OLD FOREST” at the very end

Merry continues to have Dad Energy by breaking up the almost-argument between Pippin and Fatty

Oooof the dream about the Sea…

#FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER REVIEW #bet y’all thought we’d never get out of ‘a shortcut to mushrooms’ lol #shortcuts make long delays indeed #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #peregrin took #pippin #fatty bolger #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #chapter review

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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hiiii <333 can i request maybe ruggie taking care of sick reader but in a nsfw way so she can "sweat it out" :o , maybe a lil bit of dubcon bcuz reader is too weak :( love u devil!!!!!!❤️

Hate That You're Sick

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Ruggie Bucchi x Virgin!Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.3k+ Tags: Ruggie is A Sleaze/Sickfic(?)/DubCon

Art is by moneco17 on Twitter!

I love you too babes!~! You know I love love loooove dubious and I love love loooooove my Ruggie Bug!~! I haven't ever written a sickfic though! I think they're so wonderful. I want to be babied when I'm sick. I'm so pathetic when I have a runny nose or even a little cough. Truly embarrassing. But I hope you enjoy!~!

SUMMARY:

Sitting in bed all pitiful... Your nose red and your eyes puffy... Ruggie is a firm believer of sweating out the sick. So he offers to help you with that. Too bad you’re too weak to actually tell him no.

Grim went ahead to attend classes without you. To all that inquired about your whereabouts; the Ramshackle Prefect was currently releasing toxic spores that would kill anyone who got too close. So, he had placed you in quarantine to protect the student body. The truth was that you had come down with a horrific cold. You kept brushing it off as a scratchy throat and a migraine, but over the weekend was what solidified that you should stay in the dorm and recover. While brushing Grim free of old fur, you sneezed. The monster was left covered in yellowish snot that clung to the back of his round body and his striped ribbon. With an expression of horror, you apologized to the monster and offered to give him a bath, only to sneeze again. This time, on his face.

He did not forgive you.

And he probably won’t for a long time.

Unbeknownst to you, a ‘caretaker’ would be arriving shortly. An accidental courtesy of Grim telling a fluffy eared blond that you were a ticking time-bomb of disease. You wrapped yourself up in a thick blanket, now dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You felt miserable after your cold shower to cool down from your growing fever. But instead of sweltering and sweating, you were now shivering with chills. While you tried to rest in bed with a lukewarm cup of water clutched in your palms… There was a knock from downstairs.

At first you ignored it, assuming that maybe you had misheard the wind shaking the rickety dorm. After only a minute passed there was another round of knocks. A playful voice called out to you from outside, pressing hopefully for you to let him in. It was only 10am. Having a visitor at this time was highly unusual, so you assumed that this was just a fever-induced hallucination that you were bored enough to play along with.

You left the comfort of your bed, placing your water on your nightstand before trekking down to the lobby. There was another series of knocks as you tiredly reached for the door handle. After opening it, your eyes widened and you quickly sniffled away a string of snot.

Standing on your porch was the droopy-eyed hyena you had grown fond of. He wasn’t wearing his uniform. Ruggie had dressed himself in baby-blue, baggy denim jeans that looked a size too big with ripped out knees. Black and white sneakers, and a black sweatshirt with his Magishift jersey number over his heart printed in a shimmering gold. “Awww, poor thing caught a cold?” Ruggie teased with a snicker following as his eyes scanned over you.

You didn’t want him to see you like this. You gave the beastman an awkward laugh and hugged the blanket around you, continuing to sniffle with the fear of snot trickling down your face. “I think it’s just from the weather changing so fast.” You came up with your own theory as to how you had fallen ill. You truthfully weren’t too sure how you had gotten sick. You avoided his gaze, listening to him snicker again.

“You look really bad, but don’t worry,” In his raised left hand was a bulging plastic bag. “I got you some stuff from Sam’s.” He purred softly and gently pressed his shoulder into you, herding you away from the door so he could enter Ramshackle. You allowed him and watched as he closed the door with a light kick. Here Ruggie Bucchi was; inside of your bacteria covered dorm. “Am I even allowed to come in? Grim said you’re on some sort of ‘quarantine’?” He asked jokingly with his half lidded eyes searched the foyer for any other signs of life. The ghosts were absent due to you complaining about a headache and you wanted to be alone for the day. And thankfully they were very respectful of your wishes. “Grim is just saying that… I have a normal human cold. Sneezing, super tired… The usual.” You responded with a light roll of your eyes. “Anyways, did you need something?” You croaked out and sniffed away a trail of snot with a frown.

Maybe the real reason he’s here is to pay back a favor you’re too exhausted to remember? “What? Am I not allowed to check on you?” Ruggie asked with a snort as he kicked off his shoes near the door. And in absolute honesty, Ruggie was the last person you would expect to see.

The plastic bag was placed on the coffee table and he began rummaging through it with you standing behind him. “Missing a day won’t tank my grades so I came over. I just wanted to see you.” He shrugged as he pulled out a box of tissues and turned to hand them to you. “Here, you shouldn’t be standing up right now. You look like you might fall over any second now.” Ruggie spoke with a tone of concern as you approached to collect the box of soft tissues.

They were the good kind too. Not the cheap papery ones, these were definitely the more expensive ones. You just couldn’t imagine Ruggie spending his own money on something like this for you. You whispered a soft ‘thank you’ as you peeled the box’s cardboard flap away. With a sniffle, you pulled out a tissue to wipe away the clear mucus running down your nostrils and threatening to roll over your lips. “I don’t want you to get sick.” You whimpered as a bead of sweat rolled down your temple, and you wiped your nose clean quickly. Ruggie’s ears twitched again as he shrugged again with a sly grin, now standing before you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Beastmen don’t contract human illnesses. You sneezin’ on me won’t get me sick. It is a lil’ gross though.” He snickered and you frowned with a shake of your head. “Seriously…” You muttered, noticing how he remained unshaken by your sickness. “I’m serious too. I won’t get sick. I wouldn’t have come over if it was a risk.” Ruggie assured you.

The hyena has more side hustles than you have fingers and toes. As if he would risk a potential paycheck to take care of you.

Which means he was being serious. He really won’t contract a human cold.

His large sharp teeth were on display as he smiled wide and leaned in close. “Sorry I wasn’t here sooner, did you eat yet?” He asked softly with his hands gripping the edges of your thick blanket. You haven’t eaten yet, you just didn’t have the appetite. Your silence caused the beastman to hum with discontent as he began to pull on the blanket, dragging you along with him. “Upstairs. I’ll make you something to eat.” He offered as you sheepishly looked at the bag on the coffee table. “Ruggie-” You wanted to decline the offer, but he was already pulling you towards the staircase. “Up. I ain’t takin’ no from someone who looks like they can hardly blow their own nose.” He teased as your face began to burn from embarrassment. With one final look to the hyena, you slowly marched back up to your dorm room to wait for him.

xxx

The hyena sat beside your bed in a wooden chair, blowing on a spoonful of soup with a small frown. He had discarded his sweatshirt at the foot of your bed. Now, sitting in a form-fitting white tee-shirt with a thin gold chain around his neck, he spoonfed you. As if you were too weak to do it yourself.

It was just you, and Ruggie ‘The Most Qualified M.F On Campus’ Bucchi alone in Ramshackle while everyone else continued learning. “Open.” He instructed and you obeyed with a small sniffle. Here he was, easing the cooled soup into your mouth as you sat up in bed, layered in multiple blankets to keep yourself from shivering.

The soup was warm and salty, loaded with vegetables and smooth, steaming broth. He claimed it was from a can, but the flavor didn’t compare to anything store bought. It was obvious he didn’t want to admit he took so long downstairs cooking for you. You had slapped a cooling patch on your forehead to help your fever, courtesy of Ruggie. He told you to rub some sort of minty gel on your chest, but you refused once he tried to wrestle your shirt off to do it for you. He had lit a small essential oils candle to fill your room with the smell of eucalyptus, claiming it would help you get well faster. And after you finished eating, he instructed you to bathe so he could wash your clothes and sheets free of germs.

It was a bit much, at least to you it was. You were used to taking care of yourself when you were sick, so having Ruggie practically coddle you was almost intimidating. Was he expecting something? Maybe he really was returning a favor that you had forgotten.

The anxiety of believing Ruggie may have some sort of ulterior motive killed your appetite and you nervously turned your face away when he tried to feed you another spoonful. “Not hungry? You only ate half the bowl.” He sounded dejected as you shook your head with a sniffle. “I think it's just ‘cause I’m sick… I’ll eat more later.” You wanted to eat it all, but your stomach couldn’t take anymore of his delicious cooking. “Sorry Ruggie.” You apologized quietly as he handed you the box of tissues so you could wipe your nose. The hyena began to pout as he placed the bowl aside, looking you over before his eyes lit up. “Wait, I have a perfect idea. And hear me out on it.” He began to smirk as you tilted your head in confusion.

“Why don’t we get you to sweat the sick out?” He suggested casually as he grabbed at your blankets, slowly pulling them away from you. Sweat it out? You’ve heard of the concept before, but it sounded more like a myth than an actual factual thing that people did. And wouldn’t that make you even more exhausted? “Ruggie, I don’t think I have energy to stand… Let alone exercise…” You were preparing to complain as the blankets were nudged away and Ruggie moved from his chair with a faint blush to his cheeks and that cheeky grin. There was a snicker as the weight on your mattress shifted. “Nah, you just have to lay there. I’ll help you.” He cooed sweetly, and your eyes widened.

That’s what he means by sweat.

You nervously scooted away from Ruggie, feeling your body become hot as he closed in on you. “Wait-” You weakly tried pushing him away as the hyena crawled on top of you. He began nipping at your jawline, causing you to flinch with another weak attempt to push him back. “No… Wait- Come on I’m sick…” You whined but Ruggie didn’t seem too keen on listening to you say ‘no’. “Promise you’ll feel waaay better after.” His words were like sweet candies. You ate them up in your feverish state as you began to relax against the mattress. Far more docile now as he began to yank your sweatpants down your thighs. “I’ll fuck you nice and hard, til’ you’re a limp little puddle.” He mumbled against your throat, kissing and sucking along the skin as you pawed at his white shirt with a gasp.

A more animalistic sound was pulled out of you as he dragged his tongue along your jugular, and you could feel him smiling as he rested on top of you. “And then, I’ll dump you in the bath.” He snickered as his voice lowered, and he kissed you. It was both gentle, and lustful as he rested his weight on top of you. Flattening your sweaty body into the mattress. “I got these fancy bath salts.” Kiss. “And they’ll help too.” Kiss. “And,” kiss. “I bought you some cold patches.” Kiss. Each of Ruggie’s kisses left you breathless as he spoke, telling you about the different treatments he had snagged from Sam’s shop. All for you.

You wondered if maybe he had some fantasy about taking care of someone else. It seemed out of place for him to be so caring. But all you knew about Ruggie was what he showed on the surface. After all…

Isn’t he technically taking advantage of you?

The thought returned and you tried pushing Ruggie away again. You didn’t think this would be a good idea. Truth be told, you weren’t even sure you liked Ruggie that way. You thought he was cute and had a certain charm that couldn’t be matched by the other boys on campus. But there were times he came off as a total sleaze. “Why’ya keep pushin’ me away?” He asked playfully between another round of breath snatching kisses. A hand had slipped between your thighs and nimble fingers snaked into your panties. “You nervous about somethin’?” The question was teasing as the beastman began slowly rubbing circles against your clit with the calloused pad of his middle finger. His mouth abandoned yours and returned to sucking at the flesh of your throat. Leaving you to writhe and moan beneath him as you attempted to gather the energy to create a coherent sentence.

Your body was shaking as you found yourself craving more and more of his intimate touch. You hadn’t made room for sexual advances since coming to Twisted Wonderland. So being eased into it like this felt intimidating, but far too pleasant to actually stop Ruggie. You expected sexy mood lighting, and to be much healthier. “It’s… It feels kinda scary.” Your tone trembled, masking an attempt to fight back a moan. Ruggie’s skilled fingers began to speed up while growing more and more amused by your reactions. The hyena let out a soft growl that vibrated against the skin of your pulse point, causing you to shiver in excitement. You had been the only person to ever touch that sensitive bud between your thighs, and having someone else do it was an entirely new experience.

You could feel sweat starting to line your skin. Sticky, and making your clothes and Ruggie’s weight uncomfortable. You wanted to ask him for a moment to collect yourself, but that idea was forced into the back of your mind when you felt him slip a finger inside of you. Your thighs trembled as he pumped the digit in and out, curling it up into your gummy walls as he pulled his mouth away from your neck. “Sorry, I don’t have a condom on me. That’s cool right? You don’t care do you?” His voice was soft and sly, as if he was expecting you to mishear him. Ruggie lifted himself up onto his knees while slipping a second finger into your now soaking cunt. You couldn’t stop your hips from bucking up towards his hand as you struggled to answer him. Of course you care about him using a condom. You could risk getting pregnant if he didn’t.

But the words never formed as he continued to finger your hole, his other hand began yanking your panties down your legs along with your thick sweatpants. You wanted to tell him that you couldn’t go on without one. But the idea of having sex raw… It was enticing. You’ve seen it in porn, but experiencing it yourself would be much, much different. “Let’s do it raw okay? I’ll make you feel so sooo good that you’ll wanna fuck like that everytime.” He snickered and slowly eased his fingers from your hole. They were coated in your juices as he yanked your sweatpants off of you and hastily discarded them. Your chest heaved for air as Ruggie began to unzip his jeans, revealing his erection. Leaking at the flushed tip, and precum dripped onto the skin of your thighs as he started to rearrange your exhausted body to his liking.

You were moved to lay on your side. A leg was lifted as Ruggie slid comfortably in between your parted thighs to straddle one, and hoist the other over his shoulder. “You aren’t a virgin are you?” He asked, his tone sounding a bit more serious now as your eyes widened and you shook your head. You lifted your sweaty hand to push at his chest as he sighed and knocked your hand away. “Stop being so nervous then. I won’t make it hurt.” He smiled wide as you glanced between your parted thighs with your eyes falling half-lidded. He misinterpreted your head shake for a response. It was you trying to refuse the situation all together. Will sex really make you feel better? Was he making this up?

It was scary to think that you would be losing your virginity to Ruggie while you were weak with a fever. “Don’t overthink it.” The hyena purred as the round tip began to breach your sensitive hole.

Feeling the slow stretch of his cock filling you up made your head spin until you felt dizzy. You let out a few short and soft gasps as Ruggie rolled his hips slowly to slide deeper and deeper inside of your tight walls. Every roll of his hips made the velvet lining constrict around the foreign intrusion. Squeezing. Sucking. Throbbing. All were alien feelings as each breath you took felt shorter and shorter. Your thighs were becoming sore from being parted for so long, and you couldn’t fight back the moans falling from your lips with each roll of the beastmans hips. “Ohhhh fuck, you weren’t a virgin right?” He asked, a hint of guilt lined his tone but you were becoming too overwhelmed to answer.

Your face was burning as a string of drool began to roll down your chin. Eyes rolling up into your head as you began to flutter around the hyena’s thick cock massaging your velvety walls. You didn’t have the strength to correct him as he grunted from above you, a small shaky laugh followed. “Guess it doesn’t matter now, ain’t that right, Prefect?” He asked with a snicker following as he began to pump in and out of you. His hips slapping against yours as he hugged your leg against his chest. You couldn’t stop your moans from flowing out of your mouth, whining and moaning as his cock massaged your insides in ways your fingers never could. You clawed at the blankets beneath you, at one point you attempted to crawl away from the beastman as the pleasure started to overwhelm your senses. But as his thrusts become rougher you feel weak once more.

The tip smacked into a soft bunch of nerves deep within you that you hadn’t once felt yourself. A string of soft shrieks poured out of you as he began to abuse the bundle inside of you.

Hitting it over. And over. And over.

The abuse wasn’t something you could take much more of, listening to Ruggie moan and spill curses from his tongue made you lightheaded as you joined him. With the sound of the bed creaking, the wet smacks of skin meeting, your body was on fire as you convulsed around Ruggie’s cock. Cumming hard enough to leave you shaking as the beastman continued to pound into you. Your weakened form struggled to get away, to escape the overstimulation. You could feel him throbbing deep inside of you as his thrusts grew sloppy and hurried. And with a quick stutter of his hips; Ruggie came deep inside of you.

You fell limp against the creaking mattress as he pulsated against your tightened walls. He had come so much, you could feel his seed overflowing down your thighs. It made your toes curl tight as he loosened his tight hug on your leg. You were coated in sweat, feeling as if you would faint at any given second. Your panting mixed with Ruggie’s, filling the space with a lustful harmony as he slowly pulled out of you with a whimper. You absolutely need a bath now. But Ruggie was right, you did feel a little better after that. You might need to sweat it out again. Just a few more rounds while school was still in session.

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ethanlvndry · 1 year

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Title:Fuck you too.(part 2)

Warnings: kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, toxic relationship, slapping, depression, angst, yandere!ethan, childbirth, you don't feel the sun for a while.

Pairing:Ethan Landry xfem!black!reader

Summary: After your blackout in the Ghostface shrine, you find yourself chained to a pillar in a basement. Are those footsteps, and to whom do they belong?

😨🔪ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴠɪ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ🔪😨

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Why do I always have to be the one to get split from the group?

Last thing I remember is Ethan's face changing while my visit started to dim.

Oh shit.

ETHAN

I forgot that I was literally carrying the babies of a vengeful serial killer. I have to get out of here. Who knows when he might come back. My statement is answered with footsteps coming down the stairs, dust falling off of them.

Unclean, dusty, old.

I try to remember what the house is like, so when I escape from this hell hole, I know where to direct the police. As the door opens, I pretend to be asleep, laying on my side with the less injured shoulder and avoiding my stomach.

I hear a sigh. The footsteps are coming closer. I hear a sharp whip-like echo resounding through the basement.

My hand finds comfort on my cheek that suffered the impact. My eyes start to water, and my lips start to quiver as I look up and I'm faced with...Ethan.

"Don't try and trick me, I'm already not in a good mood."

I'm at a loss for words and can't even get a whimper out as he unlocks the chain and drags me up the stairs. My legs dragging over a few screws and nails.

"You fucker! You're hurting me!"

"You should watch your mouth, considering how you don't know where you are or how to defend yourself."

I realize he's right and opt to keep my mouth shut as he leads me higher up the stairs till we're in front of a door. He pushes it open to reveal..a normal looking bedroom? It's kind of crazy, considering how he's a literal killer, but whatever.

He goes to sit on his bed, flicking his head up towards me, patting the seat beside him.

I laugh in disbelief at how he really expect me to act like nothing happened. Act like he didn't literally kidnap me. Act like didn't hurt my frie- no family.

"Go to hell you motherfucker.

He scoffs at my vulgar language.

"I didn't do anything wrong [name]... it was that bitch, Sam-"

"Richie fucking deserved it! So did your little slut sister, and your pathetic excuse of a father!"

He gets up, faster than I can blink. As he gets in front of me, he encloses his hand around my throat and squeezes.

Hard.

I claw at his hand, trying to get free, but his strength is no match for my weakened, injured limbs.

"My patience is running thin [name]. Don't run it out. I don't want to hurt you or the baby."

He finally let's go, and I crash to the ground, trying to catch my breath.

"It's two, you asshole."

"What?"

I gasp for air again.

"It's twins."

His face morphs into one of shock at first, then to a sly smirk.

"Guess you'll be eating for two, then."

"Yeah, when I get out of here."

He laughs in disbelief at my statement. He was literally clutching his stomach.

"You really think starving yourself is gonna get you out of here. I thought you were smart [name]. If you weren't smart, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you."

"Damn. Really wish I was stupid now."

He rolls his eyes.

"Whatever, just get on the bed. I need to keep an eye on you because clearly you haven't earned my trust yet."

I stay where I am, tense, but steady. He raises his eyebrows at my act of resistance before he latches his arm out and onto my arm.

"Wait!- I need to take a shower"

"Awww, does momma bear wanna take a shower with me?" He taunts

I hold myself back from flicking him off

"I need to wash and brush my hair. So I don't know if you're up for staying in the shower for 2 hours."

"You don't know how far I'll go for you."

"You're crazy."

"I know love, I know."

He leads me to the bathroom, the comb and hair stuff already set up in the closet. He even got me a bonnet... that looks similar to the one in my dorm.

Fucking creep.

I get shivers just thinking about how easy it must've been for him to get in my dorm. How easy it would've been for him to kill me. I think about the thought more, but then I feel harsher shivers. Those aren't shivers. I think I'm gonna vomit.

I hurry up and hurl myself over the toilet. Barely missing the floor. As I'm throwing up, I start to feel soothing hands on my back while I dry heave all of my stomach content.

I hear slight cooing through the sound of me vomiting. I know that voice. It's the same one that brought me here. Ethan.

Why is he being nice to me all of a sudden. I swear less than a month ago, he was trying to kill me and my family. Does he really want these babies?

My thoughts are interrupted by Ethan setting a toothbrush and a tube toothpaste out.

"After you're done with your shower, brush your teeth. I know you don't wanna sleep like this."

I accept his help and brush my teeth after I take my shower. I walk back into the bedroom to find Ethan on his bed, a book in his hand.

He looks up at me, mouth growing into a smirk. He pats the place by him in bed. I give him an 'are you serious?' Look, and he gives me a 'you know I am' look.

I smile at him walking, towards him just to make a sharp turn on an empty part of the floor and lay down. Faced away from that killer.

I hear him shifting in bed, then a sigh.

"You're gonna end up forgiving me. You know that, right?"

"Fuck you."

He laughs before turning off the lamp. Finally, letting the room morph into a room of darkness.

"Goodnight to all 3 of my babies."

♡♡♡

I start to cry once I hear his snoring. Am I ever gonna get out of here. Unscathed? With the babies alive? Gosh, why did I have to go with him to his dorm that night. I was so stupid, stupid, stupid.

I feel my eyelids getting heavy. Sleep starting to overtake me, I let it, though. It's the one thing I can get right now that I need.

♡♡♡

It's the third day since I've been with Ethan.

He won't even let me look out a window. Not because he doesn't want to get caught. But because he doesn't want me to escape.

"Ethan, please! I just want to feel the sun again! This might even be hurting the babies."

"No means no, [name]. Quit asking me you're getting on my fucking nerves."

I begin to tear up, my anger getting a hold of me.

"Why do you hate and love me?! You do stuff like kidnap me because you 'love' me, but you keep me from being happy because you hate me."

He whips around so fast, I flinch. But slowly open up my eyes when I feel him embrace me. I try to push him off me, screaming and clawing at his arms, but find myself exhausted.

I let myself fall into his embrace, fall apart. Feel him warm me up from the inside.

God, I'm disgusting.

He tried to kill Anika.

He tried to kill me!

But here I am in his fucking arms. Crying?

Making myself as vulnerable as can be?

Making my babies as vulnerable as can be?

This

Sad.

♡♡♡

Day 32 of being with Ethan. My bump has gotten bigger. I get tired faster than before, and I have to pee every second. Ethan finally let me go outside. It felt amazing to feel the sun on my freshly bathed skin again. I felt so clean. So happy and energized.

I'm not as easily disturbed by Ethans presence as I was before. He treats me well. He doesn't get as mad at me as Mindy did when I accidentally ran into Anika. Even though I literally broke a vase him and Richie made it when he was in elementary school.

I don't feel as betrayed with him as when I was with the rest of the Woodsboro group. I feel good. Really good, he treats me well, checks up on me. I even get to choose what we can eat on Fridays- Sundays.

Sometimes we go to the doctor outside. The first time we went out, I noticed how the houses were similar to the ones in Spain. I tried to keep quiet about my observation, but when we got home, I let it slip while we were watching Deadpool.

He told me that we were, in fact. In Spain. I wouldn't talk to him for 3 days until I realized I couldn't just live with him and not speak to him forever. That was the worst argument we've had since I've been here with him.

The doctors give me thorough checkups, and Jack is really involved with the babies. I find it cute. I guess I won't be struggling with them by myself anymore.

♡♡♡

Day 258

My belly has gotten huge. To the point where I use it as a tray for my food, when Ethan and I have movie night.

Ethan proposed to me 4 weeks ago. I accepted, and I'm so happy that I did. I can finally start my new chapter in life with my husband. I do really well in Spanish. Ethan has been paying for my classes.

The doctor says I'm due in 22 days. But I'm so nervous, I'm not sure if I want it to come. I have to do a C-section. I have to, I don't think I would even be able to do a natural birth with two babies.

Ethan went out today to get some stuff for movie night and his birthday. We wanted to do it only together because we know that all we need is each other.

I've been getting a lot of contractions lately. I have a fear of it being the baby coming, but I brush it off in fear of me jinxing it. But that last contraction was something else. I was on the floor crying for Ethan for 10 minutes. Then, I struggled to get up for 10 minutes.

I feel another contraction, then all of a sudden a free feeling between my legs. I look down to see the floor, and my skirt wet...

SHIT. THE BABY IS COMING.

I go to the house phone to dial Ethan's number only to find it disabled. Of course, he still doesn't trust me

I try to open the front door open to find it locked shut. Shit I can't do it naturally. I might die!

I cup my hands around my mouth to call for help when another contraction send me to the floor. I clutch my stomach hard.

I then feel something trying to get out of me, I cry from the Neverending pain happening to me. I push as hard as I can trying to make the pain stop. But whatever it is. It doesn't stop. I go through periods of pushing until I'm on my 10th push and something comes out. I look down to see the smallest living thing I've ever seen. A baby. I clutch her to my chest, beginning to cry as I hear her small coos in my ear.

I then feel another sharp pain between my legs, and remember I'm not done.

I place my baby girl down as I brace myself for another round of pain.

I repeat what I did the first time, but unlike the first time, she came out on the 8th push.

I cradle both of my babies to my chest, crying at the sight of them. My two little girls. I begin to stand up only to feel a sharp pain between my legs. I almost fall right down, but switch one of my girls to my left arm. Grabbing on the couch for stability. I waddle over to one of the drawers to get out a fresh pair of clinical scissors out of a bag. I stabilize my hand before cutting off the umbilical cord of one of my girls. I stabilize my hand once again before doing the same to my other girl.

It takes me 20 minutes to get up the stairs. I opened the nursery Ethan prepared for them and went to the drawer with the smallest size of diapers we could find. I grab 2 of them and head to the sink we installed for baths. I place the net that helps them float on and lay them both down. I rinse them down with Lukewarm water and watch them shudder at the new feeling.

I finally lay them on their diapers that are placed on a towel, and fasten their diapers on them.

I feel myself getting tired, so I begin to get them ready for bed. Feeding them, burping them, and laying them down for bed.

I keep myself awake enough to get ready to take a shower. I would take a bath, but I would be bathing in my own filth. I inspected myself to see that there was no ripping. I deem myself safe for a bath and get to washing.

When I'm done, I end up taking my hair out from my 3 month old braids that Ethan helped me do. I didn't have time for my hair when I hit my 7-month mark.

I put it in twist, then wrap it with my satin scarf and finish it up with laying my bonnet on top. I waddle out back to the nursery and watch my girls sleeping peacefully. I smile, but then it shifts to one of anger. What is Ethan doing? He missed the birth of his daughters. The store is quite a good distance away from us, but he usually makes it back faster than this.

I shake my head, then choose to sleep in here tonight, pulling out the trundle bed. And moaning at the feeling of sinking into the cushiony matress. I feel myself dozing off, and i let it take me. Today drained me, but it was fun.

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I wake up to the feeling of something embracing me. Water? Hitting my face. I open my eyes to see Ethan standing over me.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there - I saw an old friend and we stopped for a bit to talk. I hurried back here as soon as I could afterward."

I quickly put my hand over his mouth when I heard my babies move around.

"Shh, you'll wake them up." I whisper

He just looks at me with a teary doe look in his eye, causing me to roll my eyes, and pat the other side of the bed where he quickly moves over to, and spoons me massaging everywhere I'm sore. He whispers apologies into my ears. But stops when I shush him, asking to just be left to sleep.

He listens and massages my torso until I doze back off to sleep.

♡♡♡

We had a talk in the morning. Well - more like him apologizing and being my slave, as he should. But I forgave him, and we chose to name our girls Samia and Sa'niyah. The names of my friends back in Woodsboro who helped me through everything.

We took turns on who would wake up in the middle of the night to feed them, but it was mostly Ethan since I did the pumping. We took them to the doctors who not only gave them a checkup, but me too, and found that we were as healthy as can be. And deemed okay to return home.

As I'm feeding the twins, I'm left to think about life back in NYC. We're they trying to find me. Or did they honestly not care about me. Whatever one it was, I didn't care because I'm just fine where I'm at right now. With my family, my husband Ethan Landry, and our daughters. Samia Landry and Sa'niyah Landry.

I'm just fine

Just happy

And Just glad where I'm at.

And nobody will take it from me.

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Well, that's done.(or is it)

I actually might end up continuing it. But right now, I don't think so.

But let me know what you guys think!

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