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batterygarden · 2 days

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blessed (satoru x fem & afab! reader)

contents: breeding cursed technique fic, dead dove do not eat!(reader's technique is basically for conceiving strong babies), arranged marriage, stockholm syndrome, he's your second cousin so incest, explicit nasty smut & breeding, pregnancy, misogynistic society, crybaby reader, satoru is sweet ultimately, ominous but happy ending, weird montage of sex scenes + the past + the present, 3.8 k words

18+ pls MDNI!

Divine fertility.

It’s gross—somewhere inside your brain (in a locked filing cabinet, underneath a false drawer and written in invisible ink), you’re conscious of the fact that it’s gross.

Your technique, its consequences, your life; everything you’ve been born unto is filth cloaked in blessings, but, on principle, you don’t allow yourself to look at things objectively. Disgust would only make things miserable and you’re designed to be happy.

Blessed with a cursed technique to conceive, you’ve always had a role and it’s never been disputable—one of producing heirs. Your life was planned from the moment you were born, a whole future tied in a neat little bow—you’re lucky. That’s what everyone’s always promised.

You’ve been told how happy you are so much that the words have seeped into your skull—you’ve long since found peace with Divine Fertility and what it means.

More than that.

You want to be bred so badly it aches.

You can’t go huge lengths of time untouched. You grow volatile when you’re empty too long, a weakness that chains you to your betrothed’s bed. But you’re most useful that way anyways. Hormonal and needy, but certain to pass your partner’s techniques—actually you’re more than useful as a clan member, you’re honored. Enough to marry the strongest man alive—your second cousin in your own clan.

Whether you’ve always known it or not, you’ve always lived for Gojo Satoru.

“Do not come in Ijichi—fuck! Not…not right now.”

Gojo stands a foot away from his bed when he says this, clothes half on while you kneel at his feet, sucking him absolutely dry. That’s as far as he was able to get this morning before you were trying to lure him back to you, looking up at him with giant, glassy eyes while you tugged the waistband of his boxers. He wasn’t about to turn you down.

“Ngh your mouth feels so perfect. Wanna fuck it…”

You pull back with a gasp, catching air wherever you can get it with your fiancé’s suffocating girth, nodding while you pump him in your hands. Your lips are spread for him then so he can thrust through them himself, staring down at your teary eyes while he sets a rhythm down your throat.

You’re quickly gagging, he’s thick but also long and he’ll choke you if you’re not careful. But the relief he brings is worth it. Your craving for him didn't let up this morning even after a creampie and some cockwarming—this is just what you needed.

He throws his head back when he’s getting close, fingers gripping at your hair but careful not to tug, and he does this cute little whine that has your pussy throbbing. So you touch yourself, too—some fingers to your clit in little circles have you toppling over the edge just in time to match your fiancé, swallowing his milky cum while his last batch leaks down your thighs, mixed with your own release.

He’s panting when you pull away, eyes open but unfocused while the fog in his brain clears, his hand stroking your head absentmindedly. When he finally comes back to earth, he finds you’ve pulled his boxers up for him but remain clinging to his leg, squishing a cheek against his hip while fingers trace his inner thigh.

He breathes out a little hooo.

“Did so good for me, pretty. Okay. Now I really gotta go.”

He tries to take a step but you don’t budge, so he bends to see you better, making an expression of dumbfounded horror when he sees you’re crying.

“Hey, hey—I’ll be back! What’s with the tears!”

You sniffle while his big hands wipe at your face, frantic as he tries to make you better. Ijichi’s pacing footsteps are heard outside the door.

“I don’t know, it just feels so—sniff—bad when you leave sometimes! I still want more of you!”

Gojo frowns at that, rubbing your head some more. There’s a knock at the door which he ignores.

“Baby… I want more of you too, but you know I gotta go. No days off when you’re the strongest. Can you be my tough girl, just a few hours?”

You nod, your breaths calming. What is getting into you? Apparently your separation anxiety can’t even let your fiancé go to work without a break down. It takes you a minute to connect the dots and realize you’re likely ovulating—your hormones can make you a little crazy sometimes.

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“My pretty baby wants to be a mommy so bad, huh?”

“I do! I really do, Satoru!” Your voice is a sob. Satoru has been going at it since the moment he came home today—told the maids to leave him alone, locked his door and folded you into the mattress.

“Gonna make me a daddy?” You clench automatically—just like Satoru knew you would.

“Ye—ah! Wanna have your babies, need to give you babies so bad, daddy!”

Your neck is craned as far back into the pillows as it can go, your entire body curling in ecstasy from your cousin’s heavy thrusting. Your words have his movements turning frantic, your legs folded up by his shoulders so your silver anklet with his name on it can jingle by his ear. Satoru lifts you then, utilizing his ridiculous strength and huge hands to pull your hips higher where his cock can split you easier. He starts hitting so deep you see stars.

Your head tends to scramble and slow when he fucks you like this, eyes barely open, blindly clinging to the man you were born to cling to while he makes a home for himself near your womb. It’s hard to focus on him like you want to, but if you did you’d see eyes drunk on lust and power…

Satoru Gojo can be a greedy man. Spoiled, too—He usually already owns what he covets and never waits long for things he doesn’t. But even the world at his fingertips, you at his fingertips, doesn’t fully sait that want like most would expect. For example, as much as Satoru owns you, he doesn’t feel he really has you until your body’s fucked out of commission in his grip, eyes blank and stupid while your cunt spasms around him, milking his cock for everything he has.

This is when he’s got you, he thinks. This is when you’re his, like putty in his fingers, warmed up and malleable. This is when everything’s how it’s really supposed to be.

The two of you don’t come out of satoru’s room the entire rest of the night, except when Satoru darts his hands out of his doorway to grab trays of food the servants dropped by. It’s exhausting the way you’re used, body split and bent and bruised so that satoru’s seed can take root, but it’s also addicting. You beg for more of him, latch any remaining strength onto his limbs while you cry out his name. Satoru’s cock is addictive in a natural way—stronger than any drugs. Your betrothed’s cock is addicting like food and water and air… sometimes it’s the only thing that makes you feel alive.

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Today marks the day you’re officially seven months pregnant.

Despite the fact that your technique has you strong and glowing (this is what you were made for, everyone continues to insist), you spend much of your time in mild discomfort. You get the feeling satoru’s passed his ridiculously long legs to his baby, who’s adamant in kicking you constantly, plus your lower back is often sore.

Still, you go about your daily life as normal—lounging, eating, making infinite baby preparations and, of course, waiting for satoru to come home so he can fuck you.

Lately your husband is the ultimate harbinger of gifts and treats—your pregnancy has been the opposite of helpful towards satoru’s impulse spending habits, not that it’s too great a concern with the family’s bottomless wealth. He rarely comes home empty handed. Today, he’s brought a teensy yellow beanie he apparently stumbled upon at a shop and some artisan ikigai strawberries—a favorite of yours amidst pregnancy cravings—satoru’s encouraging his child’s expensive taste that’s for sure.

You’re currently spooning in bed to enjoy them, watching a cheesy hallmark movie while satoru feeds you bites—he’s focusing much more on you than the movie.

Honestly, he doesn’t seem to focus on much else when he’s home at all… he finds pregnant you to be more than captivating. It’s like he could watch you day and night, doing the most mundane tasks to nothing at all—in his own words he’s fascinated by how precious you manage to be. Eyes following you like you’re the most engrossing little thing, cooing to himself when you’re particularly cute. It reminds you of how you used to treat your pet cat growing up.

You’ve gotten used to the excessive attention and coddling—it’s not like you’d ever mind a little clinging, nor was satoru’s babying completely foreign in the first place. So you let him feed you without comment, enjoy his hands wandering over your belly and curves without fanfare.

This process quickly gets messy though; red juice keeps dripping from the corner of your mouth towards your pillow only to be saved in the nick of time by satoru’s quick fingers, reaching around to wipe at your cheek again and again, having you lick his fingers clean for him each time he does. Things get even messier once he gets the bright idea to split each berry, biting before offering you the other half.

“I like sharing with you, this way neither of us miss the best ones.” He says with his mouth partially full, reaching down to pop part of a berry into your mouth. You hum, mostly engrossed in your film, managing not to drool this time.

But the next bite of berry he performs directly over your neck, dripping juice directly onto your skin when he does.

“Hey!” You start to turn but he holds you in place on your side, darting down to lick up the spill with his tongue.

You whine when he does, sensitive skin set ablaze by your lover’s mouth.

The movie is forgotten when things easily pick up from there—things easily pick up between the two of you, period. It’s not even your first time having sex today, you took his cock first thing in the morning after a particularly needy grinding display.

But this time it’s extra slow, extra attentive—like Gojo’s savoring you to the fullest extent. The berries are an added component, dripping sweet juice on your skin once gojo fully undresses you, only for him to lick and suck and kiss you clean. Your pussy has his attention then for what feels like eternity, your husband’s soft lips kissing and kissing and kissing like he needs to clean your juices there too. You cum so easily—you always have, but pregnant and sensitive like this your rate is almost ridiculous. Satoru, adoring as he’s been lately, doesn’t even tease, just savors. Dotes and flexes his cuteness aggression through his careful arms. He’s cautious with that—his urge to squeeze you—thinks he ought to get a medal for the self control he has to be soft. He caresses and pets like you’re a newborn yourself, fucking you just as thoughtfully.

You’d only been alive ten short months the day the earth shifted upon Satoru’s birth. Of course you don’t remember it, but you know intimately well the way your own path was no exception to his influence. You were already confirmed to have a fertility technique, almost as rare as the six eyes themselves, when the strongest sorcerer of your time was born—the match up was obvious. You were groomed for it until his parents said yes, and then only more intensely once they did.

And as much as you love Satoru, as much as you’d live for him and die for him and anything in between—it was sometimes hard. You had to grow to love him, to accept his power over you.

Because among the list of cons to a lifetime betrothal—a lifetime of devotion in your case—was that Satoru always knew you were his. You had an owner at the ripe age of seven, aged six and a half.

And, unbelievable as it may be in hindsight, at times he was a tyrant.

Tugging and clinging and pushing—at first he had as much respect for you as a child might for a cheap toy (the kind their well-off parents taught them were replaceable).

And there wasn’t much you could do about it besides grieve and sulk—your parents didn’t let you talk back how you wanted, and Satoru wasn’t above tattling.

You didn’t dare wish for a different husband—what with how lucky everyone insisted you were, but at times you’d wonder. What would it be like to be assigned someone polite and thoughtful, like satoru’s friend he brought around the estate from time to time…

Suguru never really got to know you enough to form an opinion on your character. It was rare he visited the extravagant Gojo estate in the first place, and when he did, Satoru often gave the impression that he wanted to keep you private. It was clear you were a permanent fixture on those grounds—just another layer to Satoru’s mystifying lifestyle. You were a complete contrast to Suguru’s friend, all reserved and polite; the only thing you really inspired Geto to feel was pity.

Gojo was a little shit as a kid—still is in many ways—and sometimes even Geto himself couldn’t stand him. But Suguru’s always had a backbone. There was a reason he was capable of maintaining best friend status with the strongest sorcerer alive while others couldn’t (or wouldn’t) get close—and it’s that Geto knew how to tell Satoru off. He could see through Gojo’s dramatics and put him in his place—something you clearly had not mastered.

Geto saw your lenience first hand the first day Satoru tried to have the three of you hangout, watching in fascination as you protested, gave in, and then were immediately reprimanded for sneaking into a forbidden wing of the Gojo estate. Satoru got a mild scolding, a barely-there stern edge to the maid’s voice who caught the three of you—telling him that he knew better and that he had to think about his future wife’s safety as well as his own. You got a cold glare when the maid set sights on you, a tug of your wrist to your room where it was clear you’d go on to get a firm lesson on obedience.

Once you were gone, Suguru spoke to Satoru in a hushed tone. “I feel kinda bad your girlfriend’s getting locked up now. Aren’t you gonna do something?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, asshole!”

“You’re getting married someday. Same thing.”

“It’s totally different. But whatever, yeah, I feel a little bad too. Probably I’ll break her out of her room later,” Geto watched Gojo absentmindedly pick a fuzz off his shirt—not a care in the world before he perked up to add, “Right now let’s play tekken.”

And they did, but soon Geto brought you up again. This was the first time he’d met you, and really begun conceptualizing the situation Gojo was in—he couldn’t imagine being tied to someone like that at his ripe and girlfriend-less age of thirteen. The idea fascinated him.

“What’s it like, living with ___?”

“It’s fine,” Satoru sighed, going back and forth between different characters to try. “She’s annoying—got some needy physical touch technique so she’s always clinging to me in my sleep, it’s honestly creepy. But it’s fine.”

This took Geto moment to process…

“You sleep in the same bed?!” He put his controller down at that point, fully engrossed.

“Yeah, ‘cause of her technique she’s like, unable to sleep alone basically. It’s weird. But other than that she’s fine I guess—a little slow. Her parents won’t even put her in school.”

Suguru could think of so many questions he didn’t even know where to start.

But what stood out most was how Satoru remained calm about the whole thing, at peace even.

“Have you tried fighting it? Didn’t you say your mom does whatever you want? Tell her no.”

Satoru waved a lazy hand at Suguru before he even finished talking.

“That wouldn’t work, ___ would just get betrothed to someone else, then. Her parents really want that for her. ‘Sides, she’s mine, Y’know? Even if she’s a weirdo it’s not like I’d give her away.”

It’s been years now since Suguru Geto has seen you last—he hasn’t been back to the Gojo estate since before his enrollment in jujutsu tech. He’s changed a lot since his starry-eyed youth, and he vaguely wonders what it will be like to see you again, if you’ve changed as well; over the years he’s found that his friend prefers to bring you up as little as possible, so he hasn’t had many updates. Though his primary focus is on the man he’s escorting, a dizzy and bleeding Gojo Satoru who managed to get hit by a scorpion curse while they were messing around on their mission. Gojo insisted on heading home after, despite shoko’s offer to provide more thorough reversed technique than his own, frowning but easily relenting when Suguru insisted on at least helping him get there.

It’s late, not even staff around to notice as Suguru tugs Gojo along, supporting half the man’s weight through the threshold and fumbling to find light switches as he enters new rooms. But then you emerge, and Suguru can’t pick his jaw up off the ground when you do, this heavily pregnant girl in a frilly nightgown and bare feet, storming in with tears absolutely pouring down her face. After one heartfelt “Satoru!” you can’t manage to get out a single sentence you’re crying so hard, and Suguru watches the most mystifying thing: Satoru comforts you. His unserious asshole of a best friend (he thinks with fondness in his heart), a man who’s long since lost the will to show vulnerability in even the most gut-wrenching moments—Suguru watches as he meets you with this sympathetic, earnest frown on his face, crouching to let you hold him and mumbling little sorry’s.

Suguru isn’t sure what they’re for, but he does know that Satoru has never seriously apologized to him for anything in his life. He’s expressed regret, learned from some mistakes, sure. But the word sorry, as far as Suguru knew, wasn’t in Gojo’s vocabulary.

He says it a lot now, with this cooing voice that Suguru also finds foreign. He learns through some mumbled words you manage that your tears are from worry, that gojo promised he’d be home earlier and that he wasn’t answering his phone. Then your wails turn fresh when you notice gojo is bleeding.

“Baby this is literally nothing—“ Geto, who saw Gojo’s initial wound and can actually see the man swaying on his feet, almost chuckles. He saves it with a cough.

“—I basically already healed myself. You know nothing could ever happen to me.”

This makes you mad, Suguru can practically feel how your anger tinges the air.

“Satoru Gojo I do not know that and—hic—you’d do better to answer your phone next time!”

“Ahh yes ma’am, yes ma’am.”

That secret filing cabinet in your mind rattles from time to time when you reach your ninth month pregnant. You’ve somehow managed to stave off any ill second thoughts towards your fate till now, letting it hit you last minute like something you’ve been putting off. It’s not that you’re unready for motherhood—you’ve reached acceptance of what’s to come—but you’ve developed a slight fear of your own personal eternity being reached. Slight because you’re excellent at burying and vaulting—slight because you love satoru and your baby so deeply.

But around your nine month marker, sore and barely even able to fuck properly, your husband makes an off-handed remark. You’d just taken him on all fours, cumming so easily despite satoru’s unusually tame treatment, and were laying in the aftershocks with sticky thighs while satoru fetched you a warm washcloth. The bath water was also running loudly, so he had to speak up while he said, “I’m gonna look to see how soon an in-ground pool could be installed, bet it’d be good for your poor hips next time you’re pregnant.” He speaks while he opens up your legs, casually wiping your shared mess clean with a soft damp towel, like he has a million times.

Maybe you’re tired, maybe it’s his casual tone paired with such a ludicrous sentence, but the idea of buying a pool because of what should be temporary pregnancy ailments and the implication that you’ll have them again and again… it sends you in a spiral.

It’s not unusual for you to burst into tears with your wacky hormones—satoru’s seen your puffy crying face, especially while pregnant, more times than he could count. So he isn’t particularly alarmed when he sees the silent drops rolling down your cheeks when he returns from the laundry shoot a moment later. But he is concerned, crawling up the bed till he’s hovering to kiss your shoulder, scooting behind you to spoon your lightly shaking frame.

He doesn’t talk for a moment, trying to decide the best course of action. He’s familiar with the tears, sure, but he knows he’s not an expert on them, sometimes he tries to talk to them when he shouldn’t and vice versa.

Eventually he settles on a little “I got you,” for comfort, his warm hands rubbing over your arms then your belly in what he hopes is a soothing rhythm.

You think about telling him your issues, your deepest secrets, but you deliberate too long. Soon he’s kissing you again, pressing lips in a slow trail up your shoulder and neck before switching directions.

“I love you,” he adds.

You won’t tell him. You love him, too. The uck and grime of it all gets buried once again, shoved in the section of your head that stays locked up with high security. You turn around and, instead of answering, capture his lips in a salty kiss, the kind that starts out soft and clumsy—sweet. It doesn’t take long for your lips to get needy though, for the sweetness to be replaced with aching. The kind that always spreads between your thighs.

Thanks for reading eeeek! feedback and rbs appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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boothillssugarmomma · 3 days

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Hii! If I may request something for Jing Yuan OR Ratio it'd be great BUT if this happens to be not your cup of tea I really understand and it's all good >:D <3 I love both of these men sm it's insane, but can I request either one of them with a dragon/vidyadhara reader who bites to show affection and she's just a lot more cuddly in privacy. Ratio could just be reading his book and she just takes one of his hands and nips at his wrist, or his shoulder when she hugs him from the back, and she leaves pretty marks all over her man when they're intimate. I just think it's really cute and I needed to at least share the idea with someone TuT Thank you! <3

Hiii, I had SO MUCH FUN with this idea! God It was so cute! (TMI but I find soft biting to be like a great love language) I actually did BOTH Jing Yuan AND Ratio for you because who am I to not finish what I started 🤭 I hope you like it!

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Nibbles & Nips

(Jing Yuan x Fem!Dragon/VidyadharaReader) (Ratio xFem!Dragon/VidyadhardaReader) SEPARATE STORIES

cw-: biting, marking, mention of heat, slight suggestive manner

🎀 authorsnote: I'M SO NERVOUS I'VE NEVER WRITTEN A BITING THING YET

please don't steal my work!

"Oh, hey my love..." Jing Yuan was sitting in his chair glancing over papers. He looked a little busy but he always made time for you.

He smiled softly as he told you about his day of training Yanqing and how he was about ready to take an afternoon nap. His cheek resting on his hand as he glanced over his papers again.

The general has that lazy yet smug smile on his lips. "I'm sorry if I don't seem too excited to see you today my love...I assure you I am~..." He chuckles before glancing up to meet your gaze again.

You take a glimpse around to see if anyone's watching before you quickly walk over to his desk and slide into his lap. "I missed you today..." You whine and nuzzle your face into his neck.

"Oh, I missed you too, my dragon..." Jing Yuan chuckles softly at your whines. He hums quietly as he smiles. "How was the rest of your day? Anything interesting?" He said with his usual casual tone. He leans forward to give you a quick kiss before wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your scaly tail slides back and forth as you giggle. "My day was ok...not as exciting as I had hoped..."

"Aww... Why is that...?" He hummed softly as he nuzzled your neck. Seems like whenever he's around you, he's suddenly a bit clingy...but only a little, of course he has to keep his dignity as a General.

Even in front of you, his lovely girlfriend. He nuzzled you a second time before he pulled away to stare at you intently.

"Should I take you on a little date, darling?" It sounds more like a statement than a question. "I just so happen to have free time~"

"Hmm...maybe tomorrow...for now I just wanna cuddle..." You whisper softly as you start to nibble on his neck cutely.

"H-Huh?" Jing Yuan seems to be taken a bit off guard, he wasn't expecting your sudden nibbling on his neck. He couldn't help but shudder from time to time.

A small and soft blush is present on his cheeks, even the lazy General couldn't help himself when his beloved nibbles on his neck.

"Darlinggg..." He chuckles quietly, he hums quietly while he gently caresses the back of your head, slowly making his way up to your horns.

"Do you think I could...bite you more?" You whisper meekly.

Jing Yuan quickly lets out a quiet hum before looking at you with a smirk as he lifts your chin with two fingers. He looked at you with his piercing gaze as a playful glint can briefly be seen on his sharp irises.

"Bite me as much as you like, my dragon..." He teased as he lowered his neck to give you a better angle to bite.

Your eyes gleam with happiness as you start to take his armor off. "You're the best!"

Jing Yuan chuckles softly and he helps you undo his platings easily before taking off his upper garbs, leaving his upper body bare. It reveals a lot of scars; some light and small, others are large, deep, and jagged. "I have to look the most impressive after all~" He seems to tease, he couldn't help but chuckle at his own humor.

"Are you sure it's ok?" You whisper as you open your mouth and lower your face to his shoulders.

"Of course, darling. I am very certain." He whispers softly before suddenly shuddering when he feels your breath near his body.

It looked like he wasn't expecting it so suddenly, but the General contains his composure and just hums quietly as his hand made its way to your horns, gently caressing one before snaking it through your hair. He looked at you affectionately with his piercing gaze.

You giggle softly as you nibble on his shoulders and arms, leaving little bite marks before kissing each one. "It's my way of showing you...that I love you..." You mumble as you kiss a bite.

Jing Yuan let out a quiet hum, he seemed to be enjoying every kiss as he could feel his heart thumping in a steady but loud rhythm in his chest.

He couldn't help but let out another shudder as you left more bite marks, he couldn't help but find these tiny acts of yours...incredibly endearing.

"So you're showing me your love by biting me..?" He chuckles quietly before pulling you a little bit closer towards him and wrapped his arms around you.

"Yep!" You smile brightly, your tiny dragon teeth shimmering. "Is...that ok?" Your tail gently wraps around his leg.

His cheeks are lightly tinted with pink as he looks at you endearingly. He pulls you in tighter, feeling your body flushed against his warm bare chest in an embrace, it looked like his heart was just overflowing with affection as he chuckles softly.

"Darling, you're just so...URG...adorable. Of course, biting me is okay. But if you keep going like this, I don't know what I would do..." Your General teases.

You quickly bite his other shoulder and nibble on the spot. He peers down and sees your tail wagging back and forth gently, sparkling in the light.

Another low chuckle escaped from him, he didn't expect that you'd bite him again so soon.

He pulls you in closer before whispering into your ear, his warm breath gently caressing your sensitive skin, "My, a wagging tail? You're like a dragon in heat right now, darling~." He teases with a playful glint in his eyes as he nuzzles you.

You let go of his shoulder and pout. "We both know what happens when I'm in heat...so don't make fun..."

His thumb gently caressed your cute pout while he gave you another quiet chuckle, he found you incredibly adorable to the point where he couldn't help but tease or sometimes poke fun at you.

"My apologies, darling. I couldn't help it, you look extremely adorable right now..." He whispers softly before suddenly pulling you into a deep kiss.

You gently nibble on his bottom lip as you giggle into the kiss. Your tail stops wagging and curls around his leg again.

Despite your soft nibbling, he remained unbothered as he deepened the kiss even more, he pulled you in closer towards him and let you sit upon his lap once again.

You feel his warm hand making his way to your horns, tenderly caressing them with a soothing and loving touch.

"I love you..." You whisper softly against his lips.

You hear a quiet groan from him as you said those three simple yet meaningful words to him, he pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with his warm and fond gaze.

He was smiling yet he was also flushed pink on the cheeks. He takes a deep breath before holding your face with a gentle touch, staring at you like you were the sun, the moon, and the stars.

"Darling...I love you too..very much." He whispers softly before kissing your forehead gently.

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The Dragon's Bite...

(Ratio x Fem Dragon/Vidyadhara!Reader)

cw-: biting, nipping, bruising mentioned, night after mentioned, a bit suggestive at times

🎀 authorsnote: I kinda went off in my own little world making this 🤭

please don't steal my work!

You were super confused as you woke up to hear water running from the bathroom.

Wasn't it like...midnight!?

You climbed out of bed, shifting your tail as to not step on it, and went to the bathroom where the source of the sound was from. You gently open the door and smile as you see your husband taking his daily bath.

Home late from work, again, he's been working so hard. This caused the golden eyed brainiac to turn his head, slightly lowering his book with a soft questioning look.

"Oh it's just you my love, how did you sleep...well... technically you still should be asleep?" Ratio's chuckle and peaceful voice finally breaks the unspoken gaze as he motions for you to come in.

"You look tired...you should join me...then we can go to bed."

You kneel next to him in the tub and sigh with a tired smile. "Not right now...but Aeons you look handsome..."

He lets a small chuckle escape his lips as he sets down the book on the side of the bath and raises his hand to run his fingers across your cheek.

"And why is that? If I may ask."

He gently positions himself to be facing you, making it easier for him to appreciate your beauty and gently rests his chin on your forearm as he gazes into your eyes.

"Your eyes...hair...smile..." You giggle softly as your scaly tail wags across the ground. Pearly white fangs sticking out as you smile at him.

His eyes lit up with wonder and amusement, his fingers slowly trailing up to your cheek to graze gently against your dimples.

"I could say the same to you, darling. You're the most beautiful being in the universe..."

He gently presses his lips against your forehead, giving it a soft peck before lowering his lips to your collarbone, kissing it gently.

You lean forward and nibble at the hand brushing your face, leaving small marks on it.

As you nibble on his hand, Ratio lets a deep chuckle escape his lips, feeling his heart flutter from your endearing gesture.

"You are adorable, sweetheart."

He says as his hand gently slides down from your cheek and gently rests on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Hmm how was work?" You whisper as you motion for him to turn around, which he does, and you nibble on his shoulder as he talks.

He lets a soft sigh, his eyes closing as he smiles with amusement.

"I have solved another complex algorithm. Nothing quite interesting."

He leans back into your touch, his eyes still closed as he tilts his head to the side and lets you plant light bites on his shoulder.

"Everything you say..." You trail off as you leave another bite on his shoulder to make a heart shape with another bite. "Is interesting!"

He lets out a warm chuckle as he feels your teeth on his shoulder, a warm smile tugging on his lips.

"You are far too kind, sweetheart...sometimes for your own good"

He gently maneuvers his arm to slide a strand of your hair between his fingers and tugs it playfully, a mischievous smile forming on his face as he brings his free hand to rest in the water.

Your tail slides over to his other shoulder, slithering over it and tickling his cheek while you continue to nibble on him.

A quiet chuckle escapes his lips as the scales and tip of your tail tickle him, his hand trailing up to your chin to lift your face and plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Be a little more gentle, darling. You're not eating me, my dragon."

Ratio whispers in a playful tone, the corners of his mouth tugging in an amused smile before pressing his lips against yours in a deeper, but gentle kiss.

As you both pull away you pout at his words. "But I'm just showing you I love you~" You whine as you kiss one of the bites.

He lets a hearty chuckle escape his lips as he looks into your eyes, a smile tugging on his lips as he sees the pout on your face.

"You are being far too adorable, sweetheart."

He slowly turns around in the tub again and brings a hand to your chin, caressing it before leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips, gently cupping your face as he deepens the kiss.

You smile against his lips and bring a clawed hand to slide over his shoulder and up into his hair.

He smiles against your lips, his eyes closing as his tongue slowly traces over your lower lip as he gently places his other hand against your waist.

For a moment as he kisses you, he pulls you closer to him, well with what he can without the barrier of the tub, his tongue slowly slipping inside your mouth.

He brushes his tongue against your fangs before seeking for your tongue, trying to fight for dominance.

You let out a low groan and a playful sigh as his tongue 'wins' in your mouth.

Ratio lets an amused chuckle vibrate in his throat as he hears your groan, his tongue gently slipping against yours, his hand that was on your chin slides up to your hair, gently tugging on it just enough to make you gasp.

As you gasp, he deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly wrapping around your own and caressing it, before slowly pulling away and gently nipping your lower lip.

Your eyes shoot open with a smirk. You pull away from the kiss. "And what was that my dear doctor?" You tease him with a seductive gaze.

He lets out a quiet chuckle, his eyes gleaming in mischievousness as his fingers slowly trail through your hair, gently tugging it as a small smile crawls onto his lips.

“Call it, payback, sweetheart.”

He whispers, gently placing a thumb on your chin, before lowering his lips down to trail kisses on your neck, gently nipping your skin.

"...I love you..." You groan out as he bites down hard, kissing it immediately after, before moving to another spot.

He smiles against your skin as the words slip out of your mouth, gently nipping on your neck and biting down hard as he continues, the vibrations of his breath ghosting over your skin as he murmurs a word in between breathless bites.

“I love you too, sweetling.”

"Hey how about you get out of that bath...and we move this to the bedroom?" You smirk softly.

He chuckles softly as he hears your proposal, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness and hints of lust.

“Eager, aren’t you love?”

He murmurs softly as he lifts himself up from the tub, a teasing smile on his face as he holds his hand out for you to take.

"Yeah you might wanna get dry first~" You toss a towel at him and stand to take his hand before planting a kiss on his nose.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he catches it, swiftly bringing it over his toned and muscular frame and beginning to run it all over his torso and arms.

“And what about you, my dear?”

He asks, a teasing smile on his face as he watches you gently planting the small kiss on his nose before back to you and pulling you close.

"I'm not the one who took a baAAATH!" You yelp as he pulls you down into the water. You squeal as your clothes get wet.

Ratio looks at your clothes, now completely wet and clinging to your body as he flashes you a devious smirk and a teasing look on his face.

“Well, looks like I did a good job getting your clothes wet. But I assure you, the night has just begun, my love.”

He whispers teasingly, a mischievous smile on his face as he watches you with a predatory look in his eyes.

"Oh ho ho!" You glare at him playfully before sliding your clothes off and placing them on the floor, leaving a puddle of water. "You're cleaning that later..."

Ratio watches as you slide out of your drenched clothes, the sight of your body making a smile break out on his face.

“Oh, I don’t mind. Though...you should stop being so damn distracting, or I just might make an even bigger mess.”

He says, his tone laced with teasing and teasing, watching you with a hungry expression, his eyes roaming over your body in an almost greedy way.

"You're going to pay for that~" You smirk as you straddle his lap before tying your hair up so it doesn't get in the way.

A devious look appears on his face as a playful and teasing smirk tugs on his lips.

“I would gladly pay the price, my love.”

He whispers, his hands slowly trailing down your waist, gently running them over your waist and pulling your frame closer to him, his tongue slowly trailing along the crook of your neck.

"You remember the word yes?" You smirk with lust in your tone.

His grip tightens on your waist, his eyes slowly trailing down to yours, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips as he speaks with a sultry tone.

“I do. And I remember your word too. We will be using it, later.”

He purrs, gently nipping your jawline and planting a light kiss on your lips.

"Good..." Your eyes narrow seductively before you pull away and open your mouth, leaning closer to bite his shoulders and biceps.

His eyes widened in pleasant surprise as you start to bite his shoulders and arms, a low groan escaping his lips and his arm flexes slightly as you bite his arm.

“Getting feisty aren’t you, darling?”

He purrs, his free hand gently wrapping around your neck and giving it a soft squeeze.

Your tail flicks back and forth, sloshing the water a bit. "Cmon doctor make your dragon feel good~" Your horns glow a soft hue as you smile with glee.

He lets a soft chuckle escape his lips as he watches your tail flick and slosh the water around, his gaze trailing over your horns that are glowing in a beautiful hue.

“Oh my dear, you’re a work of art. Even if you aren’t a path of The Hunt follower...”

He leans forward to gently trail his tongue over your neck as he lets out a pleasured sigh.

“You make my mind become a mess...”

"And here we go~" You smirk knowingly.

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Ratio was sitting in his office, doing some final corrections on some papers. When all of a sudden, a certain annoying blonde-haired man walked in and started whistling and laughing.

Ratio sighed deeply and muttered a curse under his breath before looking at Aventurine.

“What do you want, gambler?”

He said irritably, looking up from his work and narrowing his gaze.

"Tough night with the missus?" His co-worker laughs and fiddles with a coin in his hand.

Ratio narrowed his gaze, giving the purple-eyed man a displeased look before taking a glance at his shoulder and arm, where there were visible bite marks and hickeys.

“It’s none of your business, you dim witted imbecile…”

He said in an annoyed tone, going back to his work and continuing to proof read his papers.

Aventurine clicks his tongue and shrugs. "Hey hey no need to get hostile there..." He turns and walks out, leaving Ratio to himself.

"Idiot..." He curses under his breath as he glances over in the mirror and starts to laugh. A bite in the shape of a heart is settled on his arm.

"Oh she's going to pay for that..." The golden-eyed man smirks.

🎀End🎀

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hotchreid-cm · 18 hours

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Moment of Weakness / Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: Hotch tells you that Haley is cheating on him and you comfort him until one thing leads to another.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex, light choking, cheating, no happy ending.

A/N: I wrote with Fem Reader in mind but can be read as GN Reader!

You knock on the office door before walking in, "hey Hotch, got the last file for you."

He doesn't look away from the papers in his hands, "thanks, just leave it on the desk and then I need you to go home."

You laugh, "home? I thought this was it."

Hotch raises his eyes to yours and smiles briefly. He sets the papers down with a sigh and takes the file from your outstretched hand.

You try to peer into his soft brown eyes again, "when are you going home? I'm sure Haley is waiting up for you?"

"I doubt it" slips past his lips before he can seem to stop himself.

You step closer, "Hotch, is everything alright?"

Hotch only gives you nod and looks back to the papers on his desk, effectively dismissing you.

You give him a nod of your own before heading to the door.

Hand on the door handle is when Hotch comes out with, "Haley's cheating on me."

You turn to look at him but he's leaning forward, elbows to knees and staring at the floor.

You open your mouth and close it a few times before settling on, "how do you know?"

"Nothing conclusive. Just behavior, the phone calls, leaving the room, the guilt, the hostility."

You come closer, not sure how to help the man that rarely shows his emotions but you know feels so much underneath it all.

"I'm sorry, Hotch."

"Don't be, we both know I'm the one that drove her to it."

You rush towards Hotch without really thinking. Dropping to your knees so that you can finally seek out his eyes, "don't do that, don't give her an out for cheating. She could have told you, come to you and talked to you."

You lay a hand on his knee when he doesn't respond, "Aaron, its not on you."

Eventually Hotch covers your hand with his, warming your cool ones. Looking up to your face, now inches from his.

You're not sure who leans in first but it doesn't matter, when you feel his lips against yours. Hotch consumes you. He devours you whole, like he always has from the moment you met him. And always will.

He bites your lip, opening your mouth with a gasp, taking control as your tongues meet and his hands tangle in your hair.

You fist his shirt, trying to bring him closer, to feel the warmth that radiates from him every day.

He pulls you up until you're both standing, lips still tangled together and your hands roaming over his broad chest.

His hands find the backs of your thighs, lifting until he settles you on his desk, the papers rustling underneath your weight.

His lips leave yours, trailing along your jaw, a nip at your ear and his tongue tracing down your neck, tasting you.

Your head tips back, allowing him access as you whisper, "Aaron", into the quiet of the room.

He unbuttons your shirt and pushes it off, "you have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this."

He takes your nipple into his mouth, teasing and sucking as you squirm on his desk.

Your hands tug on his soft hair as he does the same to your other nipple.

"Please Aaron, please."

He stands over you, his hand coming up to cover your throat gently, "I'm going to take you now. Like I've wanted to take you from the moment I saw you."

You whisper, "please, sir", and it breaks the slow and gentle pace you had both been going at.

Aaron rushes to unbuckle his belt as you shimmy out of the rest of your clothes.

He doesn't waste a moment when his cock finally springs free, grabbing your thighs with bruising intensity until you're on the edge of the desk.

His cock slams inside you and you cry out as your nails dig into Aaron's back.

He keeps up a punishing pace as he sucks and bites your neck, no doubt leaving his mark on you for days to come. And all you can do is moan and repeat his name like a prayer. An answer to your problems. Your salvation.

His hand finds your neck again, squeezing lightly until you clench around him. He brings his forehead to yours as he says, "you make me feel things I haven't in a long time...and I don't know what to do."

You lose yourself in his words and the pleasure his body is bringing yours until you finally respond, "just let go, Aaron."

It was like the permission he needed. His pace coming harder and faster, rutting into you until he erupts. Three uncontrollably hard slams and then he stills, the warmth of his cum spreading inside you.

He buries he face in your neck as you do the same to him, breathing each other in. The only sound in the room now are your harsh breaths.

That tiny moment, with Hotch still inside you and his lips to your neck was perfect. The most at peace you had felt in a long time.

But it was broken the moment he pulls away.

He steps back from you like you burnt him, pulling his pants back up and redoing his belt he says, "that should never have happened."

He storms out of the office, leaving you naked and confused sitting on his desk.

A/n: I don't have huge amounts of experience writing smut but this came to mind and I couldn't resist.

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wosoluver · 18 hours

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La nueva g headcannons

Patri Guijarro x young physio!reader

-> what would it be like for a young physio to join Barça's nueva generación?

Meeting eachother

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Being the new girl had always been your worse nightmare, being the new girl at your new internship, in a country you had moved into recently, sounded like hell.

Yes speaking the language made it easier, kinda, since everyone actually opted for talking in Català, much to your dismay.

Even in school most of your classes followed the same principle.

But you knew that wasn't the biggest issue. You were never good at initial introductions, despite the language.

So here you were, walking into the Barcelona Femeni's training grounds for your first day.

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Soon training was over, the room was filled by a few players.

"Don't worry, they aren't all in recovery. Mapi is the only one who really is.

Pina is here for a look at a mild pull on her right hamstring, nothing to worry too much about. We are just keeping a close eye on it.

Vicky and Salma will head to cryotherapy, after a massage, for muscle relaxation." you took some notes as she spoke. "I'm focusing on Mapi, the second physio will be here in a little bit, to take care of Paralluelo. Can you check on Pina? You just need you to check her leg and write down how she feels, and pain levels, that should probably be low."

"Yes, of course."

You said, walking towards where the woman was laying.

"Hey, I'm Y/N the new intern. Since we have a couple players in today, I'm doing your check up." looking up from your notes to her. She had a stunned look on her face.

"Hi hm- I'm Pina, Claudia Pina." she said giving you a big smile. But you couldn't help but keep your eyes on the paperwork.

"Excuse me." you said moving to examine her thigh. "Tell me if it hurts too much."

"Okay." and you proceeded.

"Can you tell me how it hurt on a scale from one to ten?"

"Two."

"Did you feel it during training?"

"Just a bit. Do you think you could do some taping, just for caution?"

"Yeah, let me go get the kit."

you got up and came back quickly. You did your best and soon you were done.

"Thanks! Nice to meet you Y/N."

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"Patri you're not going to believe! There's a new intern, she has the prettiest eyes and an accent, I don't know where from but, she's latina for sure." said the forward coming into the room where some of the teammates were in a ice bath.

"Did talk to her?"

"Not much. Just the check up. But she's your type."

"How so?"

"I don't know how to explain it. You have to see her." she said grinning widely at the thought of playing cupid.

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But you two didn't have the chance to meet, until the next game.

Patri had fell to the ground harshly, and didn't get up, after getting hit from behind from the other team's player.

You and the other medic ran straight in. You weren't even supposed to be on field duty but the head physio didn't show up in time, so you had to improvise.

"Hey tell me where it hurts." you whispered in her ear so she could hear you.

"My right leg, I'm not sure what happened but everything hurts!"

"Can you keep going or is it bad?"

"It's bad."

"Vale, we're doing a change." the head doctor signed for you to head to the locker room to evaluate her, while he stayed there at the pitch.

you only nodded and helped Patri.

"Lay here so I can take a look, please." you started to examine her thigh and knee, moving down to check her ankle.

"It doesn't seem anything too extreme, but we are definitely going to run some screening."

"I'll be fine for next game, right?"

"Not quite sure. Sorry."

"You're Y/N?"

"Yes."

"It's just, my best friend had told me about you."

"Pina?" you said sitting on the chair next to her.

"Yeah." she said thinking what to say next. "You usually aren't here for the game right?"

"Yes, but they had an emergency so I had to step up. But don't worry I'm on my last year, that means I can take care of you."

"I didn't mean it like that, you look very qualified an- I-"

"It's okay." you let out a soft laugh. "You would think for a physio team of a big club, they would be more prepared for this situations."

"Wait, what happened?"

"Head physio is running late, the secondary is supposed to be off today. So just me."

"You are quite young, for a doctor."

"I'm twenty five, getting my masters degree. And you are quite young to be a football star." you said preparing some ice to press onto her leg that was already starting to bruise.

"Touché. Ouch." she said through her teeth.

"Now we wait."

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"Yeah so, good news and bad news." said the doctor. "It's a moderate strain. There's no tear though. You're out for the next few days and then rehabilitation."

"Goddammit!" she said throwing the water bottle she had across the room, missing you by a couple of centimeters.

"Ay chica!"

"Sorry, I forgot you were there." she said looking up, where you were standing on the other side of the room.

"Didn't you hear? You're on physio sessions, you need me alive!" you said tying to cheer her up, seeing how tense she was from the situation.

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Monday morning getting to the training grounds, you saw Patri getting out of the car, Claudia was the one driving.

"Oye Y/N!" said Pina getting your attention. "Can you help Patri get to the recovery facility? Here's her stuff." she finished putting two bags in your arms.

In truth her friend didn't need that much help. She could walk on her own and Clau could have carried it there. But what would be better than this for her to get you two together?

Patri had her mouth agape. Sometimes she could not believe the way her best friend would act.

Good thing you let out a small laugh, indicating you were okay with it. But before you could even say anything she was gone into training.

"Bon dia."

"Bon dia, sorry about her. You can give them to me."

"Of course not! She's right." you fixed the bags in your arms, so you could keep a free hand, to help her out. "Let's get you there. How was the weekend? Did you rest like you were supposed to?"

"I tried not to, but they stopped me. Overall, it didn't hurt that much."

"Are you saying that so I'll put in a word that you're doing better?"

"It hurt like hell. But I swear it already feels somewhat better." she confessed.

"That's what I thought."

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Thanks to everyone for the ideas and special thanks to @itzzzitzelll and @s0ciety-cxv for basically co writing the plot and everything! 🩷

There will be more parts kind of like 'healers got to date protectors'! So send your requests in!

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w2soneshots · 2 days

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Dad mode -W2S

Words: 0.9k+

Warnings: none.

In which Harry takes care of your baby while you’re away.

a/n: hello lovelies!! Please send it more requests! My baby fever is officially back😚. I hope you enjoy this dad!bog fic🧸💓

Today I'm leaving my baby girl Millie for the first time. She just turned three months old. It's been amazing so far. Me and Harry love her with every ounce of our being. I was a little bit apprehensive about leaving her but it's only going to be for twenty four hours and I know I can trust Harry.

I packed an overnight bag then left the apartment at 7am. Unfortunately I didn't get to say goodbye to Millie since she was still asleep. I did say a quick bye to Harry though and he could tell I was nervous so he reassured me that everything would be fine and that he would send me regular updates. Which calmed me. Harry's looked after the baby for a few hours but never overnight.

Harry's pov:

I fell back asleep after y/n left. Then just half an hour later I woke to the sound of Millie crying. I quickly slid out of bed then grabbed her from the small bassinet that sat in the corner off our room. "Shh, I've got ya." I whispered as I picked her up and held her close. I changed her nappy then made her a bottle. "There we go." She sat on my lap and peacefully drank her milk.

After quickly eating my own breakfast I got dressed. Then I picked out an outfit for Millie. I put her in a light pink long sleeved onesie with some denim overalls over the top. It was actually an outfit y/n had put her in a few weeks ago so I knew she looked ok. I grabbed her nappy bag from her nursery (that she hasn't actually slept in yet) along with the buggy. Once I was ready to leave I sent y/n a text that read "she's had her bottle and she's in a good mood. I'm gonna take her on a walk. Love you x" she replied almost immediately. "I knew you'd be fine. Love you xx"

Once I got Millie into her buggy we left. I walked just over fifteen minutes until I was stopped by a young girl. "Excuse me, are you Wroetoshaw?" She asked. I nodded. "Could I please get a picture?" "Yea, sure." I took a quick pic then she turned her attention to Millie, who was sound asleep. "Thank you. Your babies really cute." And with that she happily walked away.

Ten minutes later I was outside the tall building where we film more sidemen and everything for side plus. I checked in at the front desk then pushed the buggy into lift. "Ey! Bog!" Ethan shouted once I was inside. "Hey." I replied. JJ rushed over. "You brought Millie!" He excitedly looked into the pram. "Yea y/n's on a work trip so I'm looking after her today. Thought I'd come and say hi." On the way up she'd woken up so I pulled her from the pram and gave her to JJ. He has really taken to being an uncle. I didn't know he liked kids that much but he turns into a marshmallow when he's around her and Olive.

Tobi also came to say hello. "I swear she's grown twice the size since I last saw her!" Tobi commented as he held her. "Yea! She's growing up to fast." JJ added. She always gets a massive fuss made over her when she's around the boys and she loves it. After a little while I left the boys to film and headed back home.

Once I got home I sat with Millie while I watched the most recent Chelsea match. We both had some lunch then I got a phone call from y/n. "Hey." I answered putting it on speaker. While she told me about her day I gently rocked Millie. "So how's it going? Did you take her to see the boys?" She asked, since I'd told her yesterday that I planned to visit them. "Yea, they made a fuss as usual." I replied. She giggled.

When 6pm rolled around it was time to put Millie to sleep. I slowly placed her into the cot but she immediately began screaming. My eyes widened. "Okey-dokey." I sighed as I picked her up again. y/n was usually the one to put the baby to sleep and I do the morning shift so I hadn't had much practice. "Shh shh." I rocked her. She continued to cry. "For fudge sake." We decided that we should try our best not to swear around the baby so we say, sugar, shoot and other random words instead.

I grabbed the tv control from y/n's side of the bed then clicked onto youtube. I selected 'night changes' by one direction. Since it seems to be one of the only things that calms her down. And it's ironic since that's actually the song that was playing when she popped out into the world. She slowly stopped crying until it was just a small sniffle. "There we go. No need to be so upset you donut." I whispered as she drifted off to sleep. I held her for a few more minutes until I placed her into the cot. Thankfully she stayed asleep. I grabbed the baby monitor from the side then crept back into the lounge.

The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon. I jumped out of bed to follow the smell. y/n stood in the kitchen, Millie on her hip, hair in a messy bun and a slight bounce in her step as she hummed quietly. "She looks beautiful." I thought as I lent against the door frame. "Morning." I smiled as I walked towards her. She jumped slightly. "Sugar! You scared me." I laughed. Then pecked her on the lips.

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sugur6 · 2 days

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Gojo punishing his puppies!

satoru gojo, you, and his bff 🩷

nsfw minors dni.

au! where everyone is happy no one dies and theyre happy forever

satoru will always be here for his cute bunny!! even if his cute bunny decides to not be so innocent and turn out a cock hungry whore for his bsf, but thats okay! he can always punish you both. ♡

pairings: best friend! gojo x bimbo! reader , geto x bimbo! reader , geto x gojo

characters are probably ooc for the sake of the fic!! sorry..but hot men!!

Warnings: 18+ ,use of pet names, porn with the tiniest of plot, manhandling, degradation, threesome, oral (fem receiving), p/v sex, anal (masc recieving) pussy slapping, spitting, choking, slightest praise if you squint, virginity loss, hickeys, missionary, backshots. bimbo reader, lmk if i missed anything.

NOT PROOF READ SORRY!!😔

You knocked loudly on Gojo’s apartment door. You tried to clean up your runny nose, you did, and you also tried to stop your eyes from tearing up, but you couldn’t, not after you woke up extra early to get all cute for your boyfriend ex. you were supposed to go to a cute date just you and him, but instead you stood there like an idiot as you watched your own boyfriend make out with a girl outside the cafe you were supposed to meet him at.

you decided to show up early to surprise him. Instead he ended up surprising you. You didn’t bother confronting him. instead, you blocked him on everything. you didn’t know what to do, so you called your best friend.

“toru?” your voice clearly trembling from your crying.

“You okay, y/n? What happened, you sound shaken up-”

“Toru! are you home? need you really bad right now..please.” you didn’t know why you were calling him, it isn’t that serious.

“Yeah. ‘m home. friend’s over though, you sure you still w’na come?” he said, sounding unbothered. it was probably something about your boyfriend

“mhm. be there in 5.” you hung up. you wondered, was his friend cute?

here you were, infront of gojo’s door.

“Hey pretty, come in.” he hugged you slightly before you walked in

you bent over to kick your shoes off at the entrance. you only came to cuddle and let him comfort you like no other.

“ m’ so sorry im coming out of nowhere.” you smiled as you looked up at gojo through your lashes.

he was always taller than you maybe by a couple feet. you always admired his beauty, how his hair was so soft and perfectly layered. his blue eyes, the way he looked at you, a way he never looked at anyone else. his pale skin, and his pink perfect li- what am i thinking. you stopped before you got too carried away.

“dont worry sweetheart, its nothing. come, let me introduce you to suguru.” he took your wrist gently and pull you into the living room.

suguru? you thought. a part of you wished he looked as good as gojo.

“Suguru, this is y/n. Y/n this is Geto. I think its funny how both of my best friends have never met eachother.” he let out a slight laugh. so cute you thought.

“hi geto kun.” you gave him a bright smile. slightly crossing one arm to your other to press your boobs together “its nice to meet you!!” you giggled. he was cute, just like gojo, maybe he could be your next boyfriend.

“no need to call me by my last name, feel free to call me suguru, its nice to meet you too.”

he smiled back at you. he didn’t say much but you didn’t mind. he had a soft voice, higher than gojo, but still a tiny bit deep. it made you feel fuzzy.

“go ‘head and sit with suguru, im getting you a jacket. you need to cover up.” he glanced down at your outfit.

you didnt think you were wearing anything bad. a white crop top, tied around your neck by strings, with a jean miniskirt, leg warmers and of course your white toes.

yes maybe you were showing your breasts to much.. and nipples, and stomach. and too much thighs and legs. but you thought it was fine, a part of you wanted to be seen like this.

“hi suguru kun!! watchu watching?” you skipped over to him, making your boobs jiggle on purpose. you caught him looking.

“i dunno, some action movie. you gonna come sit with me and watch the movie, pretty?” he said tilting his head slightly, smiling, while patting the empty space on his left.

you were surprised at his boldness, maybe it was because gojo wasn’t here you thought. you paid no mind and went along with it.

“mhm, dont mind if i do.” you sat next to him, your plush thighs touching him. he was about to place his hand on your thigh until..

“hey, y/n here. i got u some pants and a hoodie.” he was clearly ticked off, jealous maybe?

“I dont wanna!!” you whined, as you got up. feeling geto’s eyes on your butt.

“mm.. theyre to big anyway toru!! and its so hot.” you hugged him as a way to convince him into letting you keep what you had on.

“atleast put the hoodie on, bunny.”

“why should i, hm?” you gave him a sly smile.

“so you don’t seem like an attention seeking whore to my friend.” he flicked your forehead

“ughh, fine.” you were definitely taking this off later.

gojo stared at you looking annoyed, “weren’t you just crying?”

oh. right, you remembered the whole reason you even came here.

“oh yeah, i forgot. I cought shin kissing some other bitch in-front of the cafe he was supposed to be taking me to, its nothing though, you made me feel better.” you smiled at him before grabbing a beer from the fridge. you chugged it before adding on, “i blocked him on everything though.”

“I dont get why you didn’t do that from the start.” he said flicking your forehead. again.

“ouch!!” you pouted

a few hours went by, you had gotten to know geto a little more, and you were pretty drunk, they both scolded you the whole time but you didnt care, you wanted to forget about your ex.

it was around 10pm when gojo decided to say..

“oh yeah, suguru is staying the night, so if you wanted to stay you might as well.” he placed his hand on your head before getting up from the floor where you were all sitting on from the previous board game.

“ i was .. hiccup .. plan- planning on it anyway.” you glanced over at geto, who was clearly staring at you.

you smiled at him before crawling over to him.

“hey. you’re cute..” you tilted your head and smiled. just looking at him made you feel fuzzy..

“hey. you’re drunk. come on get off before satoru comes back.”

“relaxxx~ hes gone! it’ll.. hiccup … take a while.” you scooted closer to him. lips ghosting over his

“dontcha wanna kiss me?”

“cant, even if i wanted too, pretty. your toru’s girl.”

you pouted at this. you didn’t like his rejection.

you quickly got up and rushed to find gojo, who was in his room getting blankets and pillows.

“toruuu!!!” you barged in

“yes bunny? whats up.”

you went up to him and pushed him onto the bed, half lidded eyes tracing over his features. you cupped his cheek.

“did you tell suguru we’re dating?”

“no, i didn’t, princess. why?” he raised a brow attempting to get you off, cleary failing.

“mm.. he wont let me kiss him. he said he cant.. because im ‘toru’s girl’, mm.” your finger tracing over his lips, legs closing in tightly at his waist.

he doesn’t look to happy, you thought.

“y/n, get off.” he said trying to push you off.

“why are you mad? you jealouss?” you were still on him, not going anywhere. you giggled at this.

“no, stop acting like a slut and just act normal for once.” his voice was stern. and harsh. he never talked to you like this, he was really mad.

you unconsciously started to tear up, maybe it was your drunk self, or your horny self, but you knew how to manipulate gojo into giving you what you want. what is it that i want?

“toru, m’ sorryyy..i love you okay? only you..im sorry for this.” you braced yourself. god you hoped your drunk self wasnt going to ruin everything.

“for wha-” gojo quickly being cut off.

there you were. cupping your best friends cheeks and making out with him, inviting your own tongue into his mouth. you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your waist. pushing him deeper into the mattress, gojo now laying down completely.

you pulled away to catch your breath.

“y/n. what the fuck are you doing?” he was confused but part of him liked this. he could never admit it right now though.

“satoru… im tired of pretending i dont like you. i dont wanna ruin anything but, hiccup..i love you. more than best friends.” you kissed his cheek, the corners of his mouth, his forehead and neck.

“y/n, your just drunk talking, you dont mean it.”

“m’ not. i mean it.”

“you’re a fucking whore.” was the last thing he said before yelling at geto.

“yo suguru, come here!” he manhandled you to a position where he was on top now.

“ya called?” geto came in.

gojo leaned into your ear whispering, “since you wanna be a slut, make a show for suguru, okay?”

“toru, i want you. i need you please..hiccup.. pleaseee.” you had no idea what was making you say this but you guessed it was just the horniness making you talk.

“suguru, your gonna fuck her, okay?” gojo glanced over at geto.

“with pleasure.” geto took his shirt off in one go and untied the strings of his sweats.

“t-toru! wait…”

“hm?”

“i want you..and sugu, to eat me out.” you covered your face with your arms.

“is that so, princess?” gojo grabbed the back of your knees and pressed them against your shoulders.

“hold on tight for me, ‘kay bunny?” he flashed you a smile. “suguru, ya ready?”

“let’s see what our puppy tastes like gojo ♡” suguru said kneeling down next to gojo spreading kisses down your thighs and tummy, putting your panties to the side and bunching your skirt up to your stomach.

“h..hurry.. need it, now, pl-please!” you were getting impatient for their touch. you felt like you were about to explode.

almost immediately gojo lapped at your cunt on command rubbing his finger up and down your hole while occasionally sticking his tongue in while suguru sucked on your puffy clit.

“n-ngh! a..hah! sug..toru! more more more..!” you began to blabble already to fucked out from barely any action.

“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny.” satoru said sticking his digit inside your weeping and needy hole. “look how wet she is, suguru ♡” he said pulling out his finger pulling it up so geto could see.

“mm..she’s so pretty, all wet glistening in her juices.” geto grabbed gojo’s wrist and pulled his middle finger up to his mouth, sucking off all your juices.

gojo blushed at this.

“tou..touch me, touch me mor- hah! ngh yes.yesyesyes!!” your head rolling back into the mattress, and you swore, there was stars on the ceiling.

gojo stuck in 3 digits inside your leaking pink hole. “gotta get you niceee and ready, love. don’t want me and sugu-chan hurting your poor cunt do we now?”

he giggled seeing your flushed and confused expression. gojo moved out of the way leaving geto to eat you like a starved man. “h-hah!! wha.. you? sugu?? cant..take..both cant..at once! nghh, suguru!”

“im sure you can, be a good girl and let us stretch you out, hm?” gojo grabbing geto, who wouldve probably never let go of your pretty cunt, by the hair to get him off and fully undressed.

“but before that, im gonna get suguru to stretch you out okay?” he goes to your side caressing your cheek. “you’d like that wouldn’t you? you just love sugu-chan so much you want him to stretch you out nice and good, hm?”

“t-toru!! cant… i..im a ..” you hesitated. fuck it. “virgin! virgin, im a virgin toru toru… ngh!” you could barely talk with how geto’s fingers curved and scissored across your gummy walls.

he laughed. “pfftt, you act like a slut and you’ve never even gotten any action, you’re such a whore.” gojo wrapped his hand around your neck choking you softly.

“Suguru, you okay with fucking a virgin dumb?” gojo flashed him his fangs as he smiled, softly slapping your cheek.

“i’d be more than happy.” he pushed your legs further onto your shoulders aligning himself at your entrance.

he spit on your cunt and gave it a slap, earning a muffled moan from you as gojo bullied his tongue into your mouth.

“breathe, ‘kay? and relax, im ‘bout to go in.” he slapped the side of your thigh to make sure you heard him.

“mm-mhm!!” you mumbled, gojo finalizing the kiss by biting your bottom lip, kissing your forehead after. “get ready, baby. it wont hurt, if you just welcome him in ♡”

geto slowly pushed in your tight little hole.

“n-ngh! hah..big..big!!!” you looked down, realizing this was the first time you saw geto’s dick. it was thick, you would have to guess it was around 6 inches from what youve seen in those porn videos.

“suguru, don’t go easy on her, dont hold back. its her punishment for being such a whore.” gojo said finding his way into the crook of your neck giving you hickeys.

“sorry, princess.. hold your breathe for a sec yea?”

you were confused at suguru’s request, but you complied too drunk to understand. and suddenly-

plap!!!

“F-FUUUCK!!. ngh..ya….hah.. ow, sugu.. too much.. too-t- big!!” you struggled against the two boy’s hold on you.

suguru began to slip in out of you, occasionally stopping to bottom out all his length inside your cunt.

“so! soo good. more!! faster sugu please!~” crossing your eyes, your whole body moving up and down from his thrusts.

“can..feel you! in my tum..my!!..mm” you were cock drunk.

“toru..touch..touch me!!” you looked at him with heart filled eyes, you wanted him to touch you too.

“such a brat. at least say please, ya dog. so nasty and needy.” you slapped your cheek making you shamefully moan. “knew you’d like that, fuckin’ whore.” he slapped your pussy occasionally rubbing your clit.

“yes!! yes so good! toru, sugu! im..im..close closecloseclose..!!” you lolled your tongue out, eyes teary, pools of drool coming down your tongue.

“ya on..ngh..the pill, doll?” suguru said while getting sloppier with his thrusts.

“yeah, she is.” gojo speaking for you, being too fucked out to respond.

“can i c-come..inside, satoru?” geto said glancing over at gojo, him taking notice of geto’s sweaty trembling body knowing he was about to burst.

“go for it, didn’t know ya was a fuckin’ dirty slut just like y/n.” gojo walked over behind geto, biting on his ear lobe lovingly. teasingly.

“fu..fuckk….cant!! cant hold..” geto gave his last thrusts, shooting warm ropes in your cunt.

“hhaa!! so warmm.. ngh..!! good..”

“creamin’ all over suguru’s cock huh, princess? just like the fucking slut you are.”

gojo pushed geto down, making him shift his weight on your tiny body, bending him over making sure geto was still inside you.

“sat-toru? what the fuck.. hey..he-ngh!~ fuck..” geto protested, but getting interrupted by gojo spitting down his ass, wetting his hole.

“punishment for being cock-whores, sugu-chan and y/n ♡”. gojo sticked two fingers inside geto’s warm unopened hole.

“sugu…again..please! so ..horny.” you said cupping his cheeks, lips meeting. eventually sloppily making out as geto started to begin his slow thrust.

you felt his dick twitch as he moaned in your mouth possibly from gojo’s fingers.

“sato…ruu! slow down, cant..focus!! ngh.” geto too overstimulated to concentrate on your pleasure.

“lemme take over then, ‘kay?” he kissed geto down his spine, slowly pushing in the pink tip of his cock inside geto.

“f-fuck!! i..nghhh!!” geto trembled eyes never leaving yours. never breaking eye contact.

gojo wasnt even all the way in when he started to forcefully thrust into geto’s poor hole, making geto move harsher inside you.

“fuckk, so tight yeah baby?” gojo grabbed geto’s hips getting better grip as he slammed into him, projecting his strength to geto, thrusting into your poor overstimulated hole.

“slow..slow down!! suguu…cant take!! it..” you felt like you were going to break having twice the weight on your legs now. barely remembering how to breathe and talk.

“toru!! so ..good~ ahh.. wait!! slow..down!! y/n cant take it..” geto trying to get up forgetting he was leaning half his weight onto you, but immediately being shoved back down by gojo.

“mmm!! m sorry prin-cess!” he shoved his face into your neck moaning into it. you felt his drool slip down.

“..go—ood!! good….mytummy! cant..its com…ing!!”

“hah…look! the bitch can’t even fuckin’ talk no more, she’s so fucked out.” gojo laughed at you.

“toru, just..go sl-ah!!-lower, pl..please!!” geto cried out, as his body was holding on tightly to you.

“ouch..sugu!! too tight!!” you took notice on his grip on you, thinking he was about to break your bones.

you all were clearly about to explode, on the edge of cumming. you couldn’t take anymore.

“come on suguru! just cus im fucking you dont mean you can forget all about our girl.” he gave a harsh slap to geto’s ass making him remember to keep thrusting hard into your poor cunt.

“nyaa!! cummin…d-daddy, toru!!!” how cute. gojo thought hearing you say that, already trained to say his name while cumming despite him not even laying a finger on you.

“me ..too. ‘m cumming satoru!” geto put his hands on both sides of you getting up slightly to give you room.

“fuckk…on the count of three yea? ya slut’s gonna come for me, ‘kay?” gojo fastening his thrusts, also making geto unconsciously move his hips into your pussy.

“one…”

“two…”

“nghhh!!! toru, suguru!!!” you squirted all over geto’s dick and stomach.

“fu..ck. toruuu..y/n.” geto moaned softly as his body slowly gave up, shooting his last load into your cunt.

“atta’ girlll, squirt fa’ sugu-chan.. so proud of you suguru.” he planted kissed down geto’s spine and back, also cumming in geto’s little abused hole.

gojo pulled out, geto slowly following behind.

you curled into a ball, trying to regain your regular breathing rhythm, about to pass out.

“we’re not done yet, puppies. ♡” gojo said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, white hair sticking to his forehead.

“we’re going all night.” he smirked.

i hope u guys liked it!! lmk if u want pt. 2 :33 this was my first time hehe im sorry if its bad🥲

#i hope you like it #smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #geto smut #geto x reader #geto x reader smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #jjk x you #gojo x geto #gojo x female reader #geto x female reader #first fic #minors dni

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eros-ghoulette · 3 days

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Humans can be twats and Omega is there to comfort Aether. (Fatphobic stuff mentioned)

Character: Aether, Omega Word count: 833

It was too late to be awake. The moon threw its light through the window, making the kitchen glow in the dark, and Aether didn’t bother to turn the light on. He was wearing boxers and - unlike him - an oversized sweater.

The quint rummaged through the cabinet filled with snacks and finally settled on a half-full bag of chips. He was hungry, his stomach grumbling for hours now, and it had got more and more unbearable with every passing minute. So he finally got up and decided to get himself something to eat. Aether regretted not eating lunch and barely anything at dinner, and he let out a satisfied groan as he ate the first chip while sitting down at the table.

He looked up when he heard steps and blinked against the light as it was turned on. In the doorway stood Omega, eyes tired and still in his day's clothing; he was coming straight out of the infirmary.

“Hey,” the older said, walking over to the fridge and getting himself a bottle of juice. “Why are you still awake?”

Aether shrugged weakly; he wasn’t exactly in the mood for a conversation. Omega leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the other’s back with a serious expression. He could smell the distress clearly.

“Do you want me to make you something proper to eat?” the taller asked then. Of course, he had noticed how Aether hadn’t really eaten today. “There’s still some dinner left.”

Aether tensed a bit, swallowing what was in his mouth, his gaze unfocused on the table.

“Nah, I’m fine,” he answered, hoping to not sound as restrained as he felt.

He heard Omega shuffle and then felt a big hand on his shoulder. Aether tensed, still not turning around.

“Can you stand up for a second?”

The question was not exactly unexpected, but Aether still let out a sigh. Why couldn’t Omega just leave him alone? He stood up nonetheless, hands pulling at the hem of his sweater.

“Come here.”

Aether walked over, biting the inside of his cheek. Suddenly, he was pulled in by the waist and lifted, ending up on the counter, Omega between his legs, hands on his sides, holding the love handles there.

“So, what’s wrong, hmm?”

The younger quint looked down and suppressed the urge to move, uncomfortable with the touch. But Omega understood nonetheless and put his hands on the counter.

“Aeth?” The voice was quiet but empathetic; maybe even a bit worried. It was unusual for Aether to be like this.

“I…,” he shrugged. “I know I’m fat, but I- It’s- Why are people so mean?”

He looked at Omega now, still unable to hold eye contact. Aether knew that not everyone liked Ghost, that there would always be hate towards any band, but the comments he had found were simply rude; and maybe true, he had no idea anymore.

Omega tilted his head to the side, watching the other’s face closely. The hurt he saw went straight to his heart. He knew about comments like that, knew exactly what Aether meant and how much they could hurt. But he also knew that they weren’t true, that people who commented such stuff were pathetic humans, deeply unsatisfied with their own lives.

“So that’s why you haven’t really eaten today?” he asked, understanding. It earned him a nod.

“There’s nothing wrong with fat, Aeth, you know that,” Omega stated then, his hands going to the love handles again. “But I know that comments can hurt really much.”

The older petted his own tummy with a smirk, hoping to lift Aether’s mood a bit.

“I know that having more on the ribs can be hard, Aeth. I know how mean humans are, but there are also nice humans, right?”

The younger looked him in the eyes now, tears swimming in his. He was tired and hungry and even a bit overwhelmed. The tears came naturally, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Omega put both hands on Aether’s cheeks now, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You are beautiful,” he muttered. “We love you, Aeth. We wouldn’t want you any different.”

He pinched the other’s belly.

“Look at that cute belly and be proud of it, yeah? Remember how thin you were when Terzo summoned you… It just shows that you are happy and healthy and loved here.”

Omega gave him a smile, and he couldn’t resist the urge to smile back a bit. The tear that slipped down his cheek was wiped off by the other’s thumb. The younger quint pulled Omega close, arms wrapping around his waist, face shoved into his chest.

“Now come, you eat something that will actually feed you up, and then we’ll go to my room and get some sleep. And I’ve got a free day tomorrow, so how about I show you how much I love that belly of yours then, big boy?”

At that point, the grin on Aether’s face grew larger. ____________

It's time to say that as a fat person, the stuff i got to hear since i was like 10 years old is simply the dumbest shit ever and hurts really much. And those comments were the reason for my second panic attack ever and made by idiotic humans that deserve to be punched in the face.

gonna tag you here @miss-multi45 and my favourite rat @aweisz because they wanted Aether/Omega

#aether ghoul #omega ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #ficlet #eros writing #ghoul tummy

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yanderederee · 3 days

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a/n: tummy ache girlies unite; Hiragi is here to save the day lol. Please love him with me♡

ct: reader is straightforward and dorky♡

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The day began as it would any other for Hiragi Toma. As always, he went about his morning, paroling the attentively. Aa uneventful as it was, the cool morning air and lull of pedestrian idle commotion served to tire the delinquent more than usual. So, en route back to school, he decided to stop by the vending machine for a quick black coffee.

However, hidden just beyond the vending machines broad stature, he noticed a human figure huddled over. He easily could have missed it had he not been so close. Cautiously, Hiragi toed in closer.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, folding down to one knee to reach your current height. You gasped, not expecting for another person’s presence. “Sorry.” He quickly apologized.

You shook your head, groaning quietly. “You’re fine… my stomach just… really hurts…”

Hiragi nodded understandably. “Well, luckily for you,” he hummed, pulling out his tried and true Gas-kun 10. “I happen to have stomach medicine on me. Here, it’s chewable.” He offered you one of the small pills.

Awkarddky, you felt embarrassed having to admit, “I don’t like the powdery taste a chewable pill leaves behind…” Hiragi chuckled, and stood to his full height.

“Can’t blame ya there. Hang tight,” He examined the contents of the vending machine, quickly spotting a green tea option. That would probably be best for a stomach ache, right? After purchasing both of your drinks, he squatted back beside you, handing you the tea and medicine.

Quickly, you took both ingestibles’. After taking one, two, three, four large gulps of the offered tea, you released the can with a quiet ‘haaaaah’.

Though it may not have been your preferred drink of choice, it was rather good. “Do you just… always carry stomach medicine?” You asked, finally taking a good look at the kind bystander.

Hiragi laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… I get stomach aches pretty often, so it’s pretty much essential.” You giggled at his reply. “That’s unexpected.”

Together, you shared a few more words, a few more giggles. Until eventually, you could tell his attention was beginning to drift, as though he needed to be elsewhere soon.

“Say, what’s your name?” You asked, finally feeling well enough to stand.

“Hiragi Toma, 3rd year at Furin high school. Nice to meet you.”

You smiled at his introduction. He was kind, and easy to talk to. By the looks of him, in his tight leather pants and the dangerous aura radiating off of him, you were pleasantly surprised. Tall, respectful and thoughtful— and by your standards, very hot… just your type.

“Say… I hope this doesn’t come off strong but… can I… have your contact information?” You asked nervously.

Hiragi became baffled, eyes wide in disbelief. No one’s ever asked for his contact information so quickly upon meeting him. Sure, he thought you were cute; the way you laughed made his heart skip a little, and the way he felt so calm with your presence had made him let his guard down.

…But it wouldn’t be a bad thing to become closer to you…

“S…sure… is my number fine?”

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Days after your aforementioned meeting of one another, Hiragi found himself becoming more and more infatuated with you. For some reason, any free thought that wasn’t taken up by Bofurin, Umemiya, or his unpunctual juniors— had become filled with little thoughts about you.

Wondering if you got stomach aches often as well. Were you eating well? Hopefully. Maybe he’d ought to ask you himself, given how frequently you would text him. Perhaps he should find the frequency of your initiated chats bothersome, but it was quite the opposite; he instead felt giddy with every time his phone would vibrate, eager for a chance to duck out to check your message away from prying eyes umemiya.

Like now, he realized from a familiar buzzing. Peeking over to make sure his underclassmen were all distracted with other things, he quickly stepped off behind a corner, pulling out his phone to read your name.

Y/n: class is so boring… I can’t keep my eyes open (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ what are u doing ???

Hiragi♡: that’s not good. how about you try paying attention.

Y/n: so rude!!’ and u didn’t ansr my ??? !

Hiragi♡: im helping my friend out with gardening

Y/n: GARDENING‽?‽?!(๑･̑◡･̑๑) lol what a surprise!! i didn’t know u had a green thumb!!!!

Hiragi♡: i dont. i just water them whenever hes too busy

Y/n: interstng

Hiragi♡: you should probably put your phone away in class

Y/n: just got busted!!_:(´ཀ`」 ∠): ttyl

What the hell did ttyl stand for? Hiragi chucked audibly, rereading over the conversation a few times, heart feeling full. You were much more of a dork than you first let on, but in an endearing way…

Soon, he began feeling the oncoming presence of his curious juniors approaching. Quickly, he pocketed the devise, and joined back up with them.

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A few days after that, your texts became less frequent. Hiragi was becoming increasingly irritable as the pattern spanned for the fifth day. You texted him maybe once a day, if only to say good morning, but hadn’t continued with your usual banters and chatter.

Had he done something wrong? He tried reasoning what it could be. Were you bored of him? It was possible… damnit! What should he do… Let it go? You weren’t inclined to message him after all…

But still, something was eating at him… he didn’t want you to stop. Hiragi looked forward to your daily rants and gripes. Just reading your messages was enough to make him break out in a smile. He was even becoming less careful in hiding your existence— Umemiya almost caught him once…

After toiling on it for too long, he decided the best thing to do would be to own up to it… soon. Maybe he would start with messaging you first.

Hiragi♡？: morning. are you at still in school?

Y/n: yahh..

Hiragi♡？: sounds rough. what time do you get out?

Y/n: two hours(@_@)

Hiragi♡？: do you want to grab a bite to eat after? i have a free meal coupon for ashitaba that i need to use.

Even while in class, you were notorious for answering his messages with lightning speed. Yet, after his latest text, all messages from you halted for an entire hour.

Did he come off too strong? Shit. He wasn’t used to this type of thing, maybe he should take it back before you decided to stop talking to him altogether.

An hour and a half passes, before hes sprung back into life with a new text.

Y/n: I’ve never eaten as ashitaba before. Id like to try it though

Was that a yes? Should he take it as a yes? Unsure, he scanned the message a few times.

“Oooohhh~ does our ‘ragi have a daaate?~” a sudden teasing voice cooed into his ear. “GODDAMNIT!” Hiragi screamed unexpectedly, instinctively throwing a punch into the white haired boy’s face.

Undeterred, Umemiya laughed. “Hohoho~ so it’s true! Hiragi’s got giiiiirlfriend~” Annoyed, Hiragi clicked his tongue. “We aren’t dating!” He snapped back. Umemiya audibly ‘oop’ed, covering his mouth in mild surprise. “An ex..?” “NEITHER!”

…

“So, you weren’t sure about her feelings, so you asked her out to eat to find out?” Umemiya asked, after Hiragi begrudgingly responded to his pestering to tell him everything there was to know about you.

Hiragi shrugged. “I… guess. It just felt like they were putting distance between us and i guess i just… didn’t want that to happen.”

Umemiya nodded along. “So you like them, right?” This question earned a grunt to leave Hiragi’s chest. “Who knows.” He huffed, standing up to leave the conversation.

“Good luuuck! Charm the pants off ‘er, so i can meet her next time!!”

…

Just by your school gate, Hiragi waited, scrolling on his phone.

Hiragi♡？: im outside ur school. spot me by the gate.

Y/n: YOURE HERE????????? (=ↀΩↀ=)

Seeing no reason to reply further, since you’d be seeing him in person before long, he smiled at the cute emoji you sent, and looked around.

Everyone. Was staring at him.

“I-is that a Furin uniform? Scary!!”

“Let’s walk the other way…”

“What’s he here for? Is he looking for a fight?”

“Should i call the police?”

Shit. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge for neighboring schools to know how the image of Furin has changed over the years. To the outside eye, Furin was still a good for nothing delinquent school who fought anyone and everyone. Maybe meeting you at school was a bad idea.

“Hii~ra~giii~” chimed a cheerful voice, breaking out against the harsh whispers around him. A particular group of girls stared the two of you down with wide, shocked eyes. Based on where you were skipping from and their placement, they looked to be your friends. “Ready?”

Hiragi looked a little uneasy, glancing between you and your very suspicious friends, all gathered and whispering with one another. “Uh… yeah.” He mumbled, looking away.

Side by side, the two of you walked to the restaurant he’d mentioned, all while your chipper chatter filled the silence. Talking about anything, asking him questions, leaving room for breathing space as to not overwhelm the conversation too badly.

You had just a weird way of making him feel… at ease. He thought he didn’t much care for carefree individuals who couldn’t mind their business. That’s how it was with Umemiya at least; but your comforting presence did something to ease any aggression lurking inside him.

Coming up on the restaurant, he pulled open the door expectedly for you. You gave a quiet thanks before entering. “Welcome i—“ the older man called in greeting, only to cut himself off when he was met with an unfamiliar face accompanying one of his most regular customers.

Baffled, the older man starred at you in gaping awe. There was no way in hell Hiragi was bringing someone as fine as you on a date here of all places.

“Quit it with the crazy eyes old man, table for two, please.” Hiragi spoke up after closing the door. While the old man was still taken by shock, he did his best to welcome the two of you in with open arms. Quickly, the two of you were seated, and met with hardy conversation with the cook.

“Well you’ve got to forgive me, but this is just about the most unexpected thing! The Bofurin boys come in here all the time, but it’s unusual for them to bring guests like this! Here, try this to start off! I got a few other things frying up right now, it’ll be ready in just’a sec.”

“That’s so kind of you..! I can’t wait to try it! But before that… Bofurin boys? Like, Furin high school, right?” You seemed to be puzzling little things together. You’ve been in town before, of course, but the only thing readily known about Furin was its notorious reputation; and how it had only in recent years began to change.

“You dont know Bofurin? Oh boy! They’re just about the most helpful bunch o’guys around! Can’t tell ya the number of times Toma here has unloaded a full truck for me on delivery day!” The old man hollered with laughter, slapping Hiragi on the back hard.

After putting in your respective orders, Hiragi sighed in embarrassment. “Sorry if he’s over the top. He means well.“

“No way!” You waved off his apology with a happy grin. “I’m even more interested now. Tell me about Bofurin! The locals seem to know you as a hero or something. Only had four random people call out to you asking if you needed anything. What’s that about?”

And so, Hiragi began unwinding the ever telling story of Furin’s history, how it came to be, and who they were now. The story took you by storm; your eyes glued to him as you watched the dangerous looking boy go on about how it’s important to help the people in his community, subconsciously smiling to himself.

Hiragi was compassionate. Perhaps a little harsh spoken and rough looking, but soft in the ways it counted.

“So cool,” you whispered to yourself, thinking only of the boy in front of you in that moment. “Huh? Yeah, i guess we try acting cool for everyone’s sake.” He chuckled back, earning a hot wave of embarrassment to flow over you. You weren’t about to correct him.

The food was great, full of flavor and home cooked goodness. “This is amazing sir!!” You yelled from your table, comfortable in doing so thanks to being the only three people in the eatery. “Don’t tell him that, it’ll go straight to his head.” Hiragi chuckled again. “My head is a respectable size thank you very much. Here, try these too Y/n!”

Finally after having been stuffed full of food, and sent out with more leftovers than you could carry alone, you were elated.

“Thanks for taking me out today, Hiragi! It was awful kind of Mr Ashitaba to tab our meals!”

Hiragi smiled, proud of his community for showing you such hospitality. “This is pretty normal honestly. I’ll make sure to pay him back next time though.”

Sharing amongst yourself a few more lines of conversation, Hiragi’s thoughts began drifting back to your lukewarm messages lately. Should he bring it up, or just leave it be? Would it be overstepping to insinuate any necessity to your conversations?

“Hiiragi? You there?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face inquisitively. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” He cleared his throat.

You looked at him for a moment, as if reading his mind. “You can ask whatever it is you’re thinking. I have an answer.” You smiled knowingly.

Maybe you were sharper than he took you for. Finally, he exhaled. “It’s fine, honestly. I’m not upset or anything. I was… just curious. How do i even say it…” he grumbled, unable to find the words he meant. “Why my messages have been so dry recently?” You asked.

Slowly, he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s not really my place to ask that. We only just met, so it’s not like there’s any obligation or anything.” He cleared the gnawing feeling setting into the conversation, hopeful you remained understanding.

“Honestly… I was worried about bothering you, at first.” You answered. “I didn’t want to annoy you, so I tried holding back just texting you every little thing that crossed my mind… but then, after a day or two, I began feeling like, maybe you weren’t really that interested in me.” You looked away bashful.

“So I asked my school friends what I should do, and they said I shouldn’t message you at all… that if-if you were I-interested in me.. than you would show it… So… ”

Hiragi stopped walking, frozen in place. ‘Interested’, like in a relationship, right? Was he? He probably was, almost positively was. But with the way you were talking… is that something you wanted too?

“Sorry, I guess that kinda sounds like I was testing you… that was wrong of me, wasn’t it?” You looked down.

Hiragi’s heart was beating out of his chest.

“That’s fine,” he spoke calmly, slowly walking to close the distance separating you. He stood close, squeezing the bag straps of leftovers in his opposite hand. “Because of that, I realized how much I really like talking to you. I missed talking to you. And I know now that I want to keep that.” Hiragi slowly raised his free hand, careful in the way he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.

“It’s new, but I think I like you.” He admitted boldly, locking eyes with you. Your face immediately ran hot, surely flush with embarrassment. Hiragi smiled at your cute reaction, and rested his palm on your warm cheek.

You wanted to reply, speak what was on your mind as you usually would… but you felt stunned, having Hiragi so close. You could smell the notes of musk from his cologne, feel the leather material of his jacket, and hear the soft exhales he released in nervous tension.

He made no movements, simply shifting his gaze from looking you in the eyes, to your lips, to examine your face, all to catch you off guard again with such intense eye contact.

He never did really get a good look at you the first time you met. Most of your interactions since then have been over the phone. Now that he could really pay attention to you, and put details to the face he kept imagining for the last few weeks.

Hiragi thought you were beautiful.

“Hiragi…” you would only manage a whisper, hearts racing in mutual tandem.

You gulped, and finally smiled, laying a hand on the back of his own. It was rough, his knuckles were dry and cracked, yet the texture felt comforting as you circled your finger tips over them. “I think I really like you too.”

It was so simple, so little words, that meant so much. He broke out in an uncontrollable smile, shark teeth on full display as his eyes squinted shut. Hiragi surely wasn’t looking for anything like this, a relationship. But he would be damned if he gave you up because of some half assed reason like that.

“I want to take you out again sometime. Soon. How does that sound?”

“Tomorrow?!”

“Well… I might have some free time. Have anywhere in mind?”

“Oh yeah! There’s this movie I’ve been really looking forward to,”

As you went on about planning your next date, Hiragi felt elated basking in your radiance; listening to you talk on about your movie interests, and answering when you asked him about his own opinions. All while helplessly reciprocating the hold on each others hand.

Even when you made it home, your energy felt palpable. Yet, you looked sad. “How will I know you made it home safe?”

He chuckled, patting your head. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Can I call you instead?” You asked.

“Sure,” his heart swelled at your borderline clingy nature. With these feelings being so new, he welcomed it. “See you tomorrow.”

Hiragi began to turn, but instinctively, you reached a hand out to grab his shirt. He paused, eyeing you curiously. It was too soon to admit you wanted to kiss him, right? But he seemed to like your straightforwardness, especially when it was tinged in shyness. And with how nervous you were, that’s exactly what you were.

“Can… I call you Toma?” You asked.

He smiled again. “Only if I can return the favor-“

“Absolutely! Please do.” You grinned so wide, grip tightening around his shirt. “Okay then,” you lifted yourself on your tip toes, pulling slightly on the materiel of his shirt, instinctively causing him to bend his knees ever so slightly at your will.

And quickly, you lay a firmly affectionate kiss on the side of his lips, not sure if it was more of his cheek. It was rushed, after all. Embarrassed but satisfied, you pulled back, practically fuming hot air from your ears. “W-well! G-good night Toma! Make it home safe!!” You yelled, quickly rushing for the door and slamming it shut.

Dumbstruck, Hiragi Toma remained on your doorstep, mouth gaping wide open, red as a damn apple. How the hell were you just going to run away from him like that? How was he supposed to react to that? WHAT THE HELL??

With no other way to release this sudden influx of deep emotions, he released a loud closed mouth scream into the palms of his hands. Quick to not make more of a fool of himself, he ran from the scene of the almost murder(his own murder); beet red and heart pounding unbelievably hard.

#wind breaker #windbreaker #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker x reader #windbreaker x reader #wind breaker headcanons #wind breaker hiragi #hiragi toma #toma hiragi #hiragi x reader #hiragi toma x reader #x reader

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Choso had always been the easy target. Since kindergarten. He was mentally weak, anti-social, and never responded to any provocation. Girls called him creepy, a freak, while boys raised their hands at him as a "joke". He spent mornings at school trying to not be noticed by people like you, without any success, of course. He had no one to hang out with and the only thing he did outside school was taking care of his siblings and pulling all-nighters in front of the computer, talking to the only people who could understand his loneliness.

A real loser.

" Oops, my bad Choso!" You chimed with a fake guilty face. Your friends were all laughing, some even taking pictures with their smartphones. Choso didn't move an inch from his chair, letting you pour the probably expired milk carton on his head.

" Hey! Don't frame me with this creep too." You said, noticing that a friend of yours was also taking pictures of you.

" It's not like the teacher cares anyway. " She responded. She was right: teachers gained nothing from defending students like Choso. Your school was one of those elite schools, mainly attended by people like you: rich and mean, with disgusting pastimes like making other people's lives miserable. And then there were those like Choso, who had earned the scholarship by studying.

" I know, but today I forgot to put my lashes on." Your answer made your friends laugh again and you joined them. Before class began you looked at Choso, drenched in milk. You met his tired eyes, as soon as he noticed your gaze he looked down. His weakness pissed you off.

“ Pathetic dog.”

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The chemistry professor was explaining biomolecules, there were maybe five students who were actually listening to him. You were not one of them: you were scrolling on your phone and the few times you looked up you watched how your friends sitting next to Choso tormented him, by kicking at his chair or throwing pieces of paper at him. Nothing new.

" For this topic I would like you to work in pairs by doing a project. I will select the pairs based on your grades." The teacher said before clearing his throat for the umpteenth time.

Shit, this is the worst.

You had seen the scoreboard from the last chemistry test and you were last while Choso... He was first, just like in any other subject. The teacher began to list the pairs and, as you predicted, you ended up with that loser. When Choso heard your name he felt his stomach turn in anxiety, he feared you more than anyone else. To him you were simply cruel. There was no sign, however slight, of kindness in your soul. To make it worse was your pretty face which, at first glance, was impossible to associate with your awful personality. Choso would be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive. Maybe you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.

" Turn in the project by next week." The teacher concluded before the bell rang.

" Can't believe that you have to do this with that creep!" Your friend laughed.

After a sigh: " Fuck it, I hate that teacher. Bet he did it on purpose." You said with a pissed tone. You noticed that Choso was watching you. You got up from your chair with another annoyed sigh and positioned yourself in front of his desk: hands on your hips and a fake smile on your lips, the usual one you used to make before saying a cruel comment.

" I don't want to be seen hanging around with you, much less in my house." You spat.

Choso replied in his insecure, shaky voice: " We can do it at my house... I warn you I have brothers so—

" Okay. See you later."

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Number not Saved : 602. Apartment building X. Near Y station.

You : I'm taking the train rn.

Choso was nervous. It was his first time having a girl at home. Fortunately his brothers were staying late at school that day. He quickly took a shower, getting rid of the smell of milk that earned him several stares by strangers. Being the loser he was, he asked for advice on Reddit to avoid being overly weird.

Knock Knock.

Choso jumped at the knocks on the door, interrupting his reading “How to Look More Sociable in 3 Steps”. You arrived a little late, not expecting the train to take so long.

" Come in..." He said, opening the door for you. You didn’t even say hello, you just sighed, as if you were forced to do the hardest work job on earth. As you looked around (It was the first time you had seen such a small apartment) Choso couldn’t look away from your body. You were so cute in that little outfit. It was the first time he had seen you without your uniform outside school. He would never admit it but Choso stalkled your instagram account several times (resulting in messy erections every time you posted bikini photos). The miniskirt you were wearing was surely going to distract him. He felt something twitching in his pants. Face instantly pink in embarrassment.

Oh. Oh no. No. God, no.

“ Are we doing this stupid project or what?” You asked, breaking the silence. Lucky him, he was wearing loose clothes. You didn’t notice anything.

“ Oh. Yeah… Follow me.” He responded quietly, his body tensing up. You noticed how Choso loses some of his loser appearance without the school uniform. He wore black sweatpants, a baggy sweater and his usual glasses. If he was one of your friends you might have complimented his look.

" Uhh.. You can sit on the bed… Or on the chair, you decide." He said in his usual passive tone. You huffed, sitting on his bed. It smelled like him. You were quite disappointed by the normality of his room (yes, you were expecting an otaku room: full of action figures, bodypillows and posters).

That miniskirt…I bet she did it on purpose. The sight of a pretty girl like you on his bed made Choso’s mouth go dry. He hated you but at the same time it was impossible to not admire your beauty.

" Hope you don't expect me to do anything about that project, do you, Choso?" You said with a smile on your lips. Obviously, Choso knew he would do most, if not all, of the work. He nodded, muttering something to himself. Before you could add any mean comment Choso sat down and started typing on his keyboard. Your initial idea was to find something weird, or childish, in his room and bully him but it was all so… Normal. With the excuse of going to the bathroom you explored the house.

Oh. One of his brothers is Itadori Yuuji? You looked at one of the photos hanging in the hallway. Although he didn't attend your school, Itadori Yuuji was quite popular. And he was popular for good reasons: athletic, generous and nice. You returned to Choso's room, who seemed focused on his work. You looked at him. It annoyed you to admit it but—he had a nice face. Cute, if you had to be honest. But he was unable to maintain a good self-image: he stuttered and couldn't keep eye contact, dark circles partly hidden by the nerdy glasses he wore, hair loose and messy and his posture screamed "I'm weak.”

Ugh. How can Choso be related to Itadori?

After a while: " I'm getting bored." You said as you approached Choso. His heart missed a beat, the last time you had said those words one of your friends put out a cigarette on Choso's palm just to entertain you.

" Uh, umm.. I doubt there's anything fun here..."

" Don't you have any games on your computer?" Choso was taken aback by your question.

" …Y-Yes?" He answered but Choso was sure you had other intentions, like finding another way to bully him. Standing up, you placed yourself beside him, leaning against his chair. Choso could smell a sugary scent from your clothes and hair, it was intoxicating. You watched how his long fingers trembled.

Oh, his hands are so big.

" Uh, uhmm y-you can sit here… I'll get another chair— Before Choso could add another word you sat on his lap. His body froze in surprise. Your ass on his crotch. You rested your back on his muscular chest, waiting for him to start playing. How was he supposed to respond to this?

" Oh, I like this game." You commented as if nothing was wrong.

“ R-Really..? I’ll p,play it then…”

He’s already hard.

To hold the controller Choso had to practically hug you. The way he would struggle to stay still and whisper an "I'm sorry" every time he accidentally touched you was so funny to you. But it was even more fun to rub your warm pussy against his erected sex, feeling his hot breath against the skin of your neck.

“ D-Don’t … P-Please, don’t move like that..” He nervously gulped. Because of that miniskirt Choso could sense the slightest movement you made against his body and thanks to that miniskirt you could feel how Choso's erection throbbed against your panties.

“ Like what?” You teased, shifting your weight again. Choso's body was trembling. You could feel his heartbeat racing. He was squeezing the controller to maintain his calm, feeling his inside burning at the softness of your body against his crotch. The miniskirt you were wearing was not helping at all, allowing Choso the sight of your lacy pink panties. It made his head dizzy and his erection harder, almost painful. How can a girl like you be so naughty?

" I.. S-Stop teasing me." He finally spoke up, trying to sound angry. His voice shaky and weak. You smiled and finally turned your body, now face-to-face with him. The movement resulted in another rubbing against his cock, now covered with a layer of sticky precum. Choso's face was red with embarrassment, his eyes glossy and he tried his best to hold back little moans by biting his lip. He was a mess.

" Choso~" Having you in front of him was wayy worse. You were so pretty and so close , your soft tits pressed against his sweaty chest. On your face that mischievous, almost cruel, smile. Your cheeks pink and your breath left shivers on his skin. His tip poked your wet cunt. You could feel he was big.

Maybe eight inches? It’s always the quiet ones.

" I, I can't take it anymore, p-please..." He whined like a little puppy. You gently moved a few strands of hair behind his ear and took off his glasses, throwing them on the floor. Shit, he was really handsome like that. You kissed him. Choso’s first kiss. Your lips soft and hot, leaving trails of a cherry gloss on his. He moaned inside your mouth, unable to follow your lewd rhythm. Your scent, your taste and your touch were making him obsessed, resulting in a messy and incoherent kiss.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is too much. He reached his limit. The same second you tried to reach the tip of his cock with your fingers he came, sobbing your name and leaving a cum stain on his pants.

“ I,I’m s—sorry…” His voice breathless, dick still twitching in pleasure. He continued to apologize with teary eyes, without knowing how erotic that scene was to you.

I want to fuck him.

#loser!choso #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut

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teacheesee · 1 day

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pleeeasseeee can i get some more luffy? i love how you write him 🥺

ive grown so used to you somehow - luffy x reader fluff

YESSSSS i forgot how to read and write but im back!!!

fluff, gn reader!! no warnings, just luffy being sweet af, same old same old

Ripples of hushed laughter slipped past your split lips as you tried your best to keep hushed, two warm bodies against the dark backdrop of the night. Nighttime at sea was always eerily dark, which made the stars stark in contrast to the seamless meeting of sky and sea. It was late, the sweltering summer day cooled pleasantly by the setting of the sun. Occasionally a warm breeze would threaten the flame burning in the lanterns holding the blanket down below you, but you didn’t pay it much mind.

“Even when I do this?” Luffy warped his face into some impossible expression, causing you to slap your hand across your mouth as you fought another laugh.

You were breathless as you nodded, “Yes, I still think you’re cute when you do that face.”

“Hey, come on, I wanna hear it!” he reached to pull your hand down before you slapped his arm in protest.

“Okay,” you whispered, “Seriously, stop, we’re gonna wake everyone up,” your tone was hushed buy the sincerity of your words dampened by the laughter cracking through. It didn’t help that his smile was so infectious, his face so warmed by the soft lantern light.

You both caught your breath, lungs exhausted from hours of laughing, and a deeper silence filled the space as it always has the tendency of doing.

You sighed, and as you looked back at Luffy to catch the traces of laughter residing in his eyes, you found he was looking right at you too, gaze unwavering.

You cocked your head, “What?” He mimicked your action, smiling as you saw eye-to-eye again.

“You’re so pretty!”

You lolled your head to the other side. “So are you!”

His smile cracked his face in two as he giggled, “I mean it!”

You sat up straight, and he followed, “What makes you say that now, though?” You didn’t realize that he’d scooted closer to you until he started speaking again.

“I always say it, don’t I?” He leaned a tad closer, bottom lip tucked into his lips, the smile never leaving.

“You do, but I’m wondering what exactly do I do that makes you say it?” He’s getting really very close now, you think.

“Hmm,” he makes a show of putting his fist on his chin, scrunching his eyebrows. You laugh, touching his forehead to make the faux frustration ease away.

“You do that!” He grabs your wrist and pulls it to rest in his hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours.

“Do what!?” Your eyes widen, searching desperately to understand what exactly he’s gunning for.

“Little stuff, like just now,” his thumb starts to rub circles into your hand, “you make me smile when you laugh, and how you like when I’m making stupid jokes,” he presses into your palm, a motion that calls you to look into his eyes, away from where he’s holding you.

“I just like being around you, and how you make me feel, and I like to look at you while you do those things. You make me better.”

The heat in your cheeks is enough to tell you that you’re blushing like crazy and, with a sweltering smile, you look away.

a/n HELLO thank you for the request sm i loved writing this it was so damn cute!!! please send in more ideas and i will try my best to fulfill them! sorry for falling off the face of the earth (one year closer to my bachelors degree) 😼🏄‍♀️💪

ALSO title from the lyrics of “lovesick blues” by hank williams hehehe

#luffy x reader #luffy #luffydmonkey #luffy fanart #mugiwara no luffy #straw hat luffy #gear 5 luffy #one piece luffy #one piece #one piece zoro #ronoroa zoro #zoro x luffy #monkey d. luffy #op luffy #with: luffy

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My goddess, I come to you with a request.

I am tired of having a normal amount of breasts. I wish for multiple pairs, engorged with nurturing milk. I do not care for things like limbs, you may choose to do with those as you will.

I also tire of having a small pussy. I wish for it to be bigger, plumper! And in a similar category, I wish to having large lips, capable of milking even the biggest cocks and pussies!

However, if that is too much, I am also fine with becoming a fountain and statue, in whatever lustful pose and appearance you desire

(I got carried away with the flowery language but it’s fun)

The world has always been a bit dry and disappointing. No matter what you do, you never felt like you were in the right body. No matter who you told, nobody understood your wants, so eventually you just gave up on your ideal form. That was, until you got the flyer in the mail.

“Disappointed about life? Want to experience acceptance and pleasure? Come to our temple and we will treat you however we can!” You scoffed at the flyer at first, writing it off as just some cult or MLM scheme that was trying to entice you, but hey, they had a video link by QR code that might give you a laugh.

You dropped your phone when you saw the videos contents. A girl was looking at the camera, talking about how she always wanted to be a demon girl with red skin and horns. Then, a beautiful woman walks on screen and kisses her deeply. Her skin changes to a deep red as she grows horns and a tail. The beautiful woman then walks up to the camera and says “whoever and whatever you wish to be, I can make it a reality. Come and be accepted for who you are.”

You basically sprinted to your car and punched in the address given by the flyer. Maybe it was an edited video. Maybe it was really well edited. But if they were going to make that claim, wouldn’t it make sense to have some form of proof? You arrive at an ornate temple. It’s strange, you feel like you’ve been on this road many times but never saw it before. It didn’t matter right now. You park and enter the building.

The inside is decorated in blues with ornate carvings. It seems bigger than the outside as you step deeper. Eventually, you come across the woman from the video, wrapped in blue robes and sitting on a throne. She makes out with a woman on her lap. You gasp. The woman is the demon girl from the video, her wings fluttering and tail twisting. She was really changes.

You gasp alerts them to your present and the woman shoos the demon girl away. As she scurries away with a smile, you approach the woman, who smiles at you. “Uhh, hello ma’am. I’m here because of the flyer.”

She nods. “I see, you need a place to feel at home, and maybe more. Rest assured I can deliver.” She leans back in her throne and opens her arms wide. “I am Elira, Goddess of Pleasure. Whatever you desire, I provide. So what is it you wish?”

You shift your feet and look away in embarrassment. Even if this was real, would she accept you? Your desires were… less mainstream than others. Still, what did you have to lose. You steel yourself and look back at Elira. “I want to have more boobs!” Your voice echoes through the halls.

“I want to have boobs all over my body. I want them to be full of milk. And I want thicker lips that anyone can fuck. I want them big enough to milk any cock or pussy I come across. I don’t care if you need to take away my arms and legs if you need, just please give me the body I want! I’ll do anything!”

Silence envelopes you and you blush at your outburst. However, Elira just leans forward, beckoning you closer with one finger. “Then come here dearie.” You walk up to the throne and take her extended hand. She pulls you into her lap, her tits pressing against your shoulder blades. She grabs your chin and guides you to look over your shoulder before slipping her tongue into your mouth.

As you kiss, she trails her hands to the collar of your shirt and tips it open. She tears your bra off as well, groping your now free tits. They begin to swell with milk at her touch, making you moan. You can feel milk trickle from your nipples in seconds. It was great.

She moves her hands further down your body. She starts groping right under your tits, and you feel strange. Some of your skin tightens and becomes more sensitive. Small nubs prick out from the changes skin, and you realize what’s happening. Those are nipples.

The skin area under your skin fills with fat and milk, making another set of breasts that leak milk in the place where your body was groped. This continues, moving down to your abdomen and around to your sides. Milk drips freely from you

“Oh, that’s no good. Your milk shouldn’t go to waste.” She snaps her fingers and some nearby doors open. You watch as a group of worshipers in sheer fabric file out and walk up to you. Each of them plants their mouth on one of your nipples and sucking. You can feel your milk exit your body and enter their mouths as they him in satisfaction. You whine in pleasure as your needy nipples are teased, sucked, and bitten.

You can feel your lips expand as Elira kisses you. They get plumper and puffier than anything you imagined. They feel wet, as though they are covered in a layer of lube. Maybe an aphrodisiac too, since you can feel yourself getting hornier as you lick them.

Elira pulls away and smiles at you. “You mentioned giving up your limbs. It’s not necessary, but if you would rather only be a set of fuckholes and tits with no arms and legs, I can make that happen. I’ll allow you to float around around our halls so you are never stuck in one place, but you will be grabbed and fucked whenever someone horny comes across you. Would you like that dear?”

You nod, loving the idea of being a living fucktoy. And you’re sure Elira, your Goddess, can return your limbs if you find that you don’t want it anymore, but you might as well try.

You can be anything you want here, so you might as well try out everything you’ve ever fantasized about. As Elira slips off your pants and stuffs her cock into you, your moans echo through the halls of your new home.

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that-trans-autistic-guy · 14 hours

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Crystal: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Jenny: No. No, Crystal, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Person F calls Person C. Number five: Niko gets eaten by a shark. Niko: I’m Niko, and I approve the order of that list.

Charles: Some people are like slinkies. Edwin: What? Charles: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Edwin: Edwin: Please don't push the Cat King down the stairs. Charles, pushing the Cat King down the stairs: Too late.

Crystal: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed. Edwin: But you do know better.

Edwin: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Charles: I boiled gatorade.

Niko: Are you mad? Jenny: No. Niko: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Charles: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

Crystal and Charles: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

Charles: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Edwin: You and me. Charles: *tearing up* Ok.

Crystal: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Esther: It’s not water. Crystal: Vodka! I like your sty- Esther: It’s vinegar. Crystal: …What? Esther: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

Charles: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Edwin: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Crystal: Bees? Edwin: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Crystal: Wait- *Charles approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

Jenny: What’s something you guys are better than Edwin at? Crystal: Mario Kart. Charles: Yeah, video games. Niko: Emotional vulnerability.

Charles: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

Charles: You're a lying piece of shit! Crystal: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Edwin: I'm leaving and I'm taking Niko with me! Jenny, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Charles: If you were to have sex with any insect scaled up to human size, what would it be? Jenny: What the hell is wrong with you?

Charles, about Edwin: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Esther: *writing a letter* Esther: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Charles: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Crystal: They're empaths.

Charles: Mama. Just killed a man. Charles: Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Charles: MAMAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Edwin: What?! Let me hide the body, where is it? Is there anyone around that can hear us? Edwin: ...Are those song lyrics? Charles: Those are song lyrics.

Crystal: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Edwin: *sighs* Edwin: I killed a man.

Edwin: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

Edwin: What's this? Charles, hugging Edwin: Affection! Edwin: Disgusting. Edwin: ...Do it again.

Edwin: If you've ever had a crush on me, god bless your poor, misguided heart.

Crystal: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Edwin: Only if you also don't ask why. Edwin: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Crystal: ... Crystal, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Niko: Source? Crystal: Divine intuition.

Crystal: Made you all playlists! Crystal: Jenny, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Crystal: Edwin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Crystal: And Niko has the ABBA Gold album.

Charles, to Niko: You know, the Cat King can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Charles: *blows airhorn at the Cat King* GET FUCKED!

Niko: Croissants: dropped Charles: Road: works ahead Crystal: BBQ sauce: on my titties Monty: Shavacado: fre Jenny: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Edwin: Edwin: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

#dead boy detectives #incorrect quotes #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #esther finch #monty the crow #the cat king

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OMG,can you do Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Male Reader where Peter is fucking himself on a dildo while moaning about Male Reader and then Male Reader caught him (let's say because he just kissed Peter and wanted to see him) and then Peter stop's and pulls out the dildo but his asshole was so sloppy and gaped/wrecked/opened that he couldn't move and then he uses that moment and snatched the male reader, first he gave him a blowjob and then he started to fuck himself on male reader cock,ahd in the end he becomes a mess and his asshole was gaped even more when Male Reader pulls his cock out

Peter Parker x Male Reader

CAUGHT YOU

"Oh, oh shit- ah~" Peter breathed out as he was slowly picking up the pace of fucking himself on his dildo. His thoughts wandered, his mind only thinking about what it would be like if it was Y/N's cock, long and thick, thrusting deep inside of him. He closed his eyes as he started bouncing on it more and more, unable to suppress his needy moans. He couldn't stop himself. He was thrusting the dildo deeper inside of him, moaning from the painful enjoyment as his hole was starting to get bigger and sloppier. "Ugh-Ah Y/N~" Peter moaned again as he continued bouncing himself towards the dildo deeper and deeper, his hands were on his nipples as he was playing with them, just making him moan more and more, god knows how the bed is still okay after his hard and fast bounces from his legs.

"Hey Petey I wanted to te-" Y/N said as he barged through the door,not noticing the moans that left from Peter's mouth until he entered and heart them himself.Peter opened his eyes and seeing someone who he did not expect to see, his boyfriend , the person he is just fantasising is Infront of him and indeed shocked. Peter pulled out the dildo as his hole was gaped opened, his rose revealed and his hole opened as it was very much to add sloppy and wet. "I-" Y/N said with a shocked face as he couldn't say a thing, his eyes were on his boyfriends hole and body. Peter stayed in the bed as he was panting not knowing what to do now.

1 Hour ago:

"Okay so we're here" Y/N said with a smile as he was holding Peter's hands "Thank you for coming with me" Peter said as they both stood Infront of his and aunt May house/apartment "Don't mention it Petey, you know I will always do anything for you!" Peter blushed as Y/N finished his sentence, Y/N and Peter let go of their hands now no longer holding their hands "Okay Petey, love you but I need to go" Y/N said as with a smile again and started to walk out but then he felt a hand stopping him "Wait!" Peter said as he held Y/N's hand "What is it?" Y/N asked with a smile and confused voice "Just...That!" Peter said and put his lips on Y/N's mouth and kissed him, the kiss continued for 2 minutes but then aunt May opened the door "Hey boys-Oh, Sorry!" She said as she entered inside again, giving them privacy as they both let go "Okay..I think now it really is time to go!" Y/N said with with a smile while they both chuckled as they both smiled and looked at each other.

Present:

Peter looked at Y/N and thought that maybe that was finally his moment and he should use it while he can, Peter shot a web on Y/N's chest and snatched male reader towards him, Y/N landed in the bed next to Peter who started to kiss him, he let his tongue inside Y/N's mouth as Y/N didn't expect that, Y/N followed and did the same after 1 minute. Peter put one of his arms on Y/N's face while the other one was on his tight , Peter finally let go of the kiss as he placed his hand on Y/N's place and went straight for the zipper. "W-Wait Pete..you know I am a virgin" Y/N said with a shaky voice as he was still shocked and now nervous from Peter's actions "Well you know..it's time to change that" Peter said with a smirk as he started to unzip Y/N's pants "Wait!" Y/N shout as his cock was now revealed "I knew you were big..but not that big Y/N" Peter said with a smirk as his hands touched Y/N's cock, Y/N cock leaked out pre-cum from Peter's touch which made Peter blush and smirk more and was now more than ready for his next step, he looked at Y/N eye's and put his tongue on his tip which made him leak more pre-cum.

"Ahh-Pete..W-augh~" Y/N moaned as he felt Peter's mouth on his cock, Peter started moving his head up and down, Peter was taking Y/N's cock fully inside his mouth, gagging on his cock as he moved his head up and down but that didn't stop him. Peter had the majority of Y/n's cock in his mouth, sucking him off at a rhythmic pace. His hand was around the base, jerking the other off. Peter only wanted for Y/n to be sent over the edge, so he did his best - adding to the pleasure with his hand in compensation for what he couldn't fit in his mouth. His eyes rolled as he continued to gag on Y/N's cock as Y/N moans didn't stop, Peter stopped at the deepest he could, gagging himself as his eyes rolled again as he could feel Y/N's cock in his throat, Peter let go with the sound of a 'pop' and started panting, breathing for air as he looked at Y/N who was also panting and all red from blushing.

"You know Y/N.." Peter said as he was still breathing for air "for a virgin...you last long" he said with a smirk as he got on top of Y/N "guess we're going the next way, the one I've always wanted.." Peter said with a smirk as he could feel Y/N's cock touching his asshole, he looked at Y/N and said "you will fill so much better Y/N..just let my hole handle it.." with a smirk and entered himself on Y/N's cock "Oh-F-Oh, shit!" he moaned as he felt Y/N's cock inside of him,opening his hole "Pete-Oh my gosh!" Y/N moaned as he felt Peter's walls around his cock. His tight hole was easily starting to open as Peter started sliding even more thanks to his sloppy hole "Fuck Y/N, you're wrecking me!~" Peter said as he finally took Y/N's cock fully inside of him, which made his eyes wide for a second as he gasped , feeling Y/N cock fully inside of him was something he always wanted and now he has it. Peter fastly started fucking himself on Y/N's cock , not giving a second to be wasted as he wanted Y/N to cum inside of him "Fuck Y/N! You're destroying my pussy!~" Peter moaned as he looked at Y/N who couldn't even move as he was all red, blushing from the situation as he sees his nerdy cute adorable strong boyfriend fucking himself on his own cock, losing his virginity. Peter started thrusting himself on Y/N's cock faster which made his eyes roll from the enjoyment "Fuck-Ah, fuuuuuck my boy cunt is getting so wrecked!~" Peter said as he started losing his mind "Pete w-wait I feel like I am going to cum!" "Then cum inside of me Y/N, cum inside my boy pussy and make it a mess!~" Peter said as he was thrusting faster, moaning so much that probably his neighbours could hear him "FUCK MEE Y/N! DESTROY MY CUNT AND FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!~" Peter loudly said with moans "Wai-No Pete..I-i am cumming!~" Y/N said as he finally Y/N came inside of Peter who's eyes rolled as he stopped thrusting "finally..I got your cum inside of me" Peter said with a smile as he pulled out of Y/N's cock, his asshole was gaped even more than before as his rose came out for a second, Peter looked at his hole which was gaped as his rose was out and then slapped it which made the rose go back inside of his gaped asshole, cum falling out of his hole, dripping Y/N's cum out as Peter smirked and looked at Y/N "you destroyed me N/N..and it was so so so good.."

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Carrying On Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: “Retired” Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Smut! 18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you. I’ll do it! Uh, so let’s see…fingering, Unprotected P in V smexy time(be safe out there), swearing, hunter violence, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 6.9K-ish (sorry it’s a little long, I really got goin)

Summary: Continued from Part 1. If you haven’t read it or need a refresher, I’ll leave it linked HERE

You and Dean have to figure out who the spirits are that are haunting his home and you become closer in the process

A/N: Soooooo this one got away from me, I hope you like long ones! I really like writing for Dean. It’s a lot of fun, he’s super smexy and I would be willing to write for these three again or just Dean in general. Anyway, I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

After the ghosts disappeared, a teary-eyed Charlie asked you, “What’s happening, y/n? What were those things?”

The scared tone of his little voice broke your heart. Glancing over at Dean who still had the shotgun in his hand, you then turned back to Charlie and replied, “Your dad really didn’t tell you anything, huh? About what he used to do?”

Dean glared at you, his mouth twisted in anger, but when he looked over at his son and he saw how scared Charlie was, his hardened expression softened.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, y/n.” Said Dean in a stern tone.

You wiped the tear away from Charlie’s cheek and squeezed his shoulder.

“Stay right there, Charlie. I’m gonna talk to your dad for a minute. You’re safe, buddy. I promise.” You said, trying to smile.

You pulled Dean into the kitchen by his shirt who was still on high alert from the spirits that had just paid you all a visit. Both of them were gone…for now. But they would be back and you had to find out who they were to be able to get rid of them permanently.

“Dean…Charlie’s scared. How could you not tell him anything?” You asked.

Dean tried to whisper as best he could while he swiped the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Because I didn’t think I would have to, ok?!” He snapped back.

You took a step back away from him, frustrated with the tone he was taking with you but you didn’t back down. Reaching for him, you gently held onto his shirt and said, “Hey…hey, Dean look at me.”

His eyes were like fresh spring leaves when the sunlight would filter through them and they were fixated on you, confused, and he wasn’t sure of what to do next. The one thing he wanted to protect his son from and he couldn’t do it. His past had finally caught up with him but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was partially your fault. Maybe those spirits had attached themselves to you and you brought them here? You were going to figure this out but you needed his help.

“You’re gonna have to tell him, ok? And figure out what they want…they came straight for me, did you notice that too or did I imagine that?” You asked.

Dean pressed his lips together and nodded. “Yeah, I noticed that. Times like this, I wish Sam was here. He was so much better at research than I was.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll look into it. I was always the one that did the research for my dad anyway. Just talk to Charlie ok? Here…” You took the gun away from him and replaced it with two slices of apple pie. “You’re gonna be fine.” You said, kissing him on the cheek.

Charlie called out from the dining room, “Dad? Y/n?”

You walked over to him and replied, “Go sit with your dad, buddy. He’s gonna tell you some stories while you eat your pie, ok? I’m going to go get my laptop, I’ll be back.”

As you opened the front door, Charlie asked, “Y/n? Can you bring Bear with you when you come back…please?”

Bear was your German Shepherd you rescued from the pound not too long after you settled into your new home. Charlie absolutely adored him.

“Sure, buddy. Listen to your dad, and I’ll be right back.” You replied.

Bear was waiting behind the door when you came home. His giant paws touched your shoulders when he stood on his hind legs as he tried to lick your face.

“Ok…ok…down…down. I gotta get my laptop, buddy. You wanna go see Charlie? Yeah? Come on Bear, let’s go!” You said, grabbing your laptop and his leash.

Charging through the front door, Bear ran over to Charlie and Dean. Charlie gave him a piece of the hamburger that he didn’t eat.

“Y/n!!! Dad said he used to hunt monsters with Uncle Sam! And he said that he was around my age when Grandpa started taking him hunting!” Charlie said excitedly.

Looking at the table, you noticed that their pie was all gone, Dean had a more relaxed look on his face, and he winked at you which made your stomach flutter and warmth flush across your cheeks.

“Yeah? And what do you think of all that?” You asked him.

Charlie shrugged. “Eh, it’s still a little scary but I know you and Dad will protect me, right?”

“Of course we will, buddy. Go take a shower and get ready for bed, ok?” Said Dean.

“Ok Dad…Come on, Bear!” Yelled Charlie.

Bear chased after him down the hallway as you opened up your laptop and started your investigation.

“You may not get Bear back, you know that right?” Said Dean.

You chuckled as your fingers lightly hit the keyboard. “If it means Charlie feels safer then I guess it’s a small price to pay. I still wanna visit him though.” You said with a warm smile.

You continued to search the internet for information about the house, the area, or any newspaper articles that might be helpful while Dean cleaned up in the kitchen and Charlie was getting ready for bed.

After his shower, Charlie came back into the living room to say goodnight.

“Y/n? Can I tell you something?” He whispered.

Dean was still cleaning.

Closing the laptop slightly, you replied, “Of course you can, Charlie. What is it?”

Charlie glanced over his shoulder to make sure his dad was still in the kitchen.

“I’ve seen those ghosts before.” He said, shyly.

Confused and shocked, you said, “You…you have? Where Charlie? Where have you seen them before?”

“Here…they’ve always been here. Since I was really little. They would wave and smile at me sometimes. They’re sisters, well they look like sisters, anyway. Their clothes look funny too.” He said.

You whispered back, “Have they ever hurt you? Or tried to?”

Charlie vigorously shook his head. “No…No, they were always nice to me. And they were always nice to my…my mom. She didn’t know they were there though and they told me not to say anything to my dad.”

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt all the color drain from your face. The hand you had covered your mouth with was shaking slightly and the hair on the back of your neck was raised.

You came to the conclusion they didn’t like you or want you in the house.

Tears pricked the back of your eyes and you desperately tried to keep them from falling for Charlie’s sake.

“Ok, buddy. Well thank you for telling me. Bear can stay with you in your room tonight if you want.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

Full of excitement, Charlie jumped and asked, “Really?!! Thank you, y/n!!”

Dean called out to Charlie, “Alright buddy, say goodnight to y/n and get in bed. I’ll come in in a minute. Did you thank her for letting you keep Bear for the night?”

You smiled and said, “He did, baby.”

Dean tucked Charlie into bed, grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed one to you, and sat down across from you on the other couch. You felt him staring at you with a sly smile on his face. He just watched as you tried to dig up any information you could.

He finally broke the silence when he said, “You look really cute in your glasses.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Thank you, handsome. It’s just the blue light bothers my eyes; I don’t need them to see.” You replied.

“Find anything? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.” He said apologetically.

The dull ache in your chest from when you were talking to Charlie, persisted and your hands started to shake again. You didn’t know who these spirits were but you did know that they approved of Dean’s wife, not you. They let the family live there for years without letting themselves be seen except by Charlie but as soon as you walk into their lives, they’re trying to get rid of you.

Suddenly, it was difficult to breathe. Your chest felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter until it felt like your heart was being crushed or collapsing in on itself so you placed your laptop on the couch and got up to leave.

“I should go.” You said, voice shaking and with tears in your eyes.

Dean set his beer down on the coffee table and chased after you, cutting you off before you could reach the door.

“No…wait, baby. Why? I mean, aside from the ghosts and everything, I thought we were havin’ a good night.” He said.

Your voice was cracking and your breathing was very shallow as you inhaled sharply.

“They don’t want me here, Dean. It’s me, I’m the reason they showed themselves tonight!” You cried out.

Confused, Dean narrowed his eyes and pulled his brows together and replied, “Wait, what are you talkin’ about, sweetheart?!”

You told him everything Charlie had told you. At first he was angry that Charlie had never mentioned it before now but then upset because of how that made you feel.

“I loved my wife, y/n.” Said Dean. “Ok? And I always will but she’s gone. She’s gone and never coming back and yeah I’ll always have a piece of her in Charlie but I get lonely too. And then I met you and…” He paused. “And I felt something again. I wasn’t sure what that something was at first but, you made me smile again, you made me laugh, and I felt…” He stopped again.

It was silent for a what seemed like hours although it was only a minute.

You said in barely more than a whisper, “Dean?”

He clumsily blurted out, “Love…I felt love again, y/n. With…for…you. Son of a bitch, I can’t even get the words out.”

A shy smile stretched across your lips and you replied, “Really?”

Dean quickly closed the gap between your bodies until you were sharing the same air. With his hand cradling your head, his lips crashed onto yours as you gripped his head firmly not wanting to let him go.

Your lips parted as his mouth slanted over yours, his kisses were all tongue and teeth as he nipped at your jaw, your chin, and down the sides of your neck as soft whispers of his name escaped your lips like a muffled prayer.

With a fistful of your hair in his grasp, he pulled your head away from his lips to growl against your mouth, “I love you…and I don’t want you to leave.”

With a piercing dryness in your throat, you gasped against his mouth and with your body molded against his, you replied, “I-I love you too.”

And you meant it. You loved him from the minute his lips touched yours that very first time. Delightful sparks had raced up and down your spine and you thought your heart was going to explode from your chest.

Being on the road all the time, there was never anyone special, no one that ever had your heart or anyone that you would actually let into your life. They wouldn’t understand, didn’t know what it was like doing what you did, plus you were never in any town long enough to have anything more than a one, maybe a two night, stand.

You weren’t sure that you’ve ever been in love before, but Dean Winchester definitely had your heart. Love was having someone who’s easy to talk with, to laugh with, and to share your life with and he was all of those things for you.

Dean reached for the hem of your t-shirt, pulled it up and over your head, and revealed the black lace bra you had on underneath. Quickly, you unbuckled his belt, palming him through his jeans, a strangled moan fled from his lips as you gently bit down on his earlobe.

You stopped suddenly but he continued to leave love bites down your neck.

“Dean…Dean…” You said breathlessly. “What about the…um…spirits?”

“I mean, they can watch if they want.” He said as you playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “They ain’t comin’ back tonight, sweetheart. We’ll do some more research tomorrow but tonight…you’re mine.”

His words went straight to your core, the ache between your thighs was growing hungry for him and silently begging for him to touch you. His calloused fingers danced up and down your spine as goosebumps stippled across your skin and the look in his eyes was primal as his ripped open the button on your jeans, nearly tearing it away from the fabric.

His talented fingers disappeared under the waistband of your panties, teasing your entrance with one finger, feeling how wet you were for him, his name escaped your lips again but a little louder this time.

“Ssshhh sweetheart. We’re not alone, remember? But I do love hearing you call out my name.” He purred.

He continued to tease you, circling your clit with his thumb and then adding a second finger causing you to see stars and stifle screams into his neck.

“We’re playin’ with fire, baby. Go to my room before Charlie brings Bear out here to see what all the noises are.” He growled into your ear before slapping you on the ass.

“Ouch! DEAN!” You whisper yelled at him.

Dean flashed a sly smile at you before practically chasing you down the hallway and gently closing and locking the door behind him.

Putting his fighting skills to use, he swept your legs out from under you and you fell backwards onto the bed. As your head hit the pillow, something hard poked through and touched the back of your head.

“Dean what is...?” You said, pulling the gun out from under his pillow. With raised eyebrows you held it up in front of him and pressed your lips together in a straight line.

“Oh like you don’t have one under your pillow. Hmmm?” He said as he crawled on top of you.

You shrugged because he wasn’t wrong. Of course you had one under your pillow. Old habits are hard to break.

“Ya know you didn’t have to sweep the leg; I would have gotten into bed willingly.” You said with a slight chuckle.

“Old habits, sweetheart.” Replied Dean, pulling down your jeans.

After removing them, his large hands traveled up your bare thigh to your ribs before his lips collided with yours again. His body fit together with yours as if you two were made just for each other, the rhythm was so natural with him.

His kisses traveled from your lips, down your neck, in between your breasts, and along your stomach until he paused just above your core, your body arching slightly in anticipation as you tangled your fingers in his soft brown hair.

His face disappeared in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping at that delicate skin before completely burying his tongue inside you. Dean placed his hand on your stomach to try and keep you flush with the mattress while he pulled sinful noises from you that you released into his pillow to try and stay as quiet as possible.

Your climax building and building like a wave before it crashes onto shore. His talented tongue caused you to see stars before you couldn’t take it anymore. You tightly gripped his hair in your hands, and let out a passionate cry along with your release.

“You really are trying to get us caught, aren’t you sweetheart.” Said Dean with a look of amusement on his face.

“Well then stop being so good at that.” You replied.

A wicked smile stretched across his lips.

“Maybe I’d rather get caught then.” He said.

You could see your release glistening in his beard as he stood up to remove his shirt, the anti-possession tattoo prominently displayed on his chest. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched him carefully as he pulled his jeans down. Immediately after they hit the floor, he was on top of you again, his hard cock pressed against you and your drenched pussy just begging for him to be inside you.

But you rolled and he was suddenly underneath you, knees planted on either side of his hips and grinding down into his crotch. Dean’s thumb tugged at your lower lip before his hand worked its way to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair again.

“You’re not the only one with moves.” You said with a sly smile.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto him. With every inch, he stretched you out, soft gasps escaping both of your lips until he was buried to hilt. Dean kissed all of the moans out of your mouth as you began to rock back and forth, slowly, making sure he stayed buried deep inside your slick as you started to grow increasingly tight around him.

“Fuck, you feel good baby.” He growled into your neck, biting down where your shoulder meets your neck which turned you on even more.

His movements underneath you became rapid and you came closer and closer to your climax pulling him out of you almost all the way then slamming back down onto him. Your breathy sounds of pleasure turned into the loud cries of your orgasm as you fell apart all over his cock.

“That’s it…come for me, sweetheart.” He purred into your ear.

Every time Dean touched you, his fingertips felt electric, and your skin burned with intensity. You felt it throughout every cell within your body as he moved with desperation. He was close too, gripping your waist as tightly as he could, and crushing your body against his.

A cry of your name fled from his lips as he spilled into you, chasing his own high just as you were coming down from yours. Dean smiled against your lips when they crashed against yours and he brushed a stray hair away from your face. Clinging to him tightly, your mouth slanted over his, kissing his lips, his cheeks, and his forehead.

With you still on top of him, Dean inched himself to a seated position until he was resting against the headboard. Trying to catch his breath, and with a shy smile he said, “I really do love you, y/n. I don’t say it unless I really mean it.”

“I know, baby…I know.” You replied. “And I love you too.”

There was a long pause as you sat on top of him, still trying to catch your breath when you suddenly started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Asked Dean.

You kissed him on the cheek and replied, “And you told me I had to be quiet. If anyone was waking Charlie up tonight, it was you, tiger.”

Dean pressed his lips together and slightly narrowed his eyes at you when you started to laugh again. Kissing him on the cheek, you started to get up off of the bed when he grabbed a hold of your wrist.

“Whoa…where are you goin’?” He asked.

Confused, you looked at him and replied, “I was gonna go home.”

He pulled you back down onto the bed, planted himself next to you, and said, “I told you earlier, I don’t want you to go. Plus,we have work to do in the morning.”

“They don’t want me here, Dean. I’m the reason—“ You started to say but he interrupted you.

“Yeah well I do, ok?! I want you here and that’s why they have to go.” Said Dean, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “The only way I’m letting you leave is if you wanna go get your gun to put under your pillow…here.”

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded as his hand slid up the side of your thigh causing a shy smile to play across your lips.

“I don’t think I need it tonight…you’ll protect me, right?” You said in a joking tone.

The smile disappeared from Dean’s face and the tone of his voice was serious when he replied, “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart…even though I know you’re very capable of taking care of yourself.”

You gently brushed his beard with your thumb, pulled him in close, and kissed him again. Dean parted your lips with his tongue to entwine with yours. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around your waist which made you feel safe.

“Thank you, Dean.” You whispered.

He kissed you on the forehead and replied, “Get some sleep, baby.”

**********

The Next Morning

The last thing you remember before hearing Dean’s voice was seeing vampire fangs dripping with bright red blood, their long talon-like fingernails with dried blood underneath slicing through the air trying to get at you, and your father screaming in pain while losing his life to save yours from that nest.

His voice almost sounded like it was underwater and very far away.

“Wake up, sweetheart! Come on, wake up…you’re having a nightmare, baby. Wake up, y/n!” Dean said in an elevated tone.

Your eyelids flew open, your fingers were tightly wrapped around the bedsheets, and you were calling out for your dad. You remembered what Dean had said to you before you fell asleep. He had said, “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart.” Your father had said that to you too and it cost him his life; you didn’t want the same thing to happen to Dean.

“DEAN!” You called out.

Dean pulled you into his chest to try and calm you down.

“You’re alright, baby. I’m here…I’m here, it’s ok.” He said. “Was it about your dad?”

“He died saving me; I let him down so that’s why I stopped hunting. He’s dead because of me, Dean!” You sobbed.

“Look at me, y/n. Hey…my Dad gave his life for me too, alright?!” He stated. “You think I still don’t feel guilty about it every single day?!”

You had heard about John Winchester’s death but you had no idea exactly how he died so Dean told you everything that happened and how hard he took it, what he did to the Impala, and how angry he was. It wasn’t until after Charlie was born that he understood the full reason of why John sacrificed himself to save his son.

“Obviously, I don’t have kids but I imagine you would do anything to save your child…anything.” You said, wiping a tear away from your cheek.

“I would and I know you would too. I watched you run to protect Charlie from those ghosts last night.” Said Dean. “But I need your help if we’re gonna get rid of them though.”

“I’ll go to the library later, should be able to find something there.” You said.

“Can I tell ya a secret?” Asked Dean with a devilish smirk across his lips.

You nodded.

“I’m pretty sure it twitched when I watched you use that shotgun.” He said with raised eyebrows and a slight chuckle.

“DEAN!” You exclaimed with a wide smile stretched across your lips.

His green eyes looked even brighter in the early morning sunlight as he inched closer to your face, capturing your lips in a soft kiss before continuing, “And when you said you were a hunter, that turned me on even more. The dining room table would have seen some other kind of action if Charlie hadn’t been there.” Said Dean, winking at you.

“Alright…I’m gonna get goin’, see what I can find.” You said, starting to feel warm. “Just keep Bear here until I come back.”

Dean gave you a warm smile and said, “Good luck, sweetheart.”

You returned the smile, hurried back to bed, and kissed him one more time.

You replied, “I’ll need it, handsome. I’ll see you soon.”

**********

Dean texted periodically while you were at the library. He told you he and Charlie took Bear for a nice walk, they had lunch, played in the yard, and he also noticed when they were outside, the basement lights flickered on and off. The spirits were getting their strength back and you still didn’t have much to go on.

Later on in your readings, you finally came across an article from 1868 about two sisters traveling from the east coast andalong the Oregon Trail with their husbands. You remembered Charlie telling you that their clothes “looked funny.” So they must have been a part of the manifest destiny movement, westward expansion, etc.

They had been trying to make it to Oregon but both of their husbands got sick, died before they got there, and they ended up in Colorado where they tried their best to live, farm, and just survive. They had managed, with help, to build a home very close to what is now Dean and Charlie’s house.

But it was too much for them, they died in 1871, six months apart, and are buried in the town cemetery. People in town had said they, more than likely, died from broken hearts. You sent the article to Dean and he wrote back he would “take care of it” tonight after dinner.

In a way, you felt bad for them. They had picked up, left their home, their life, and headed for the west coast with hopes of prosperity and possibly a family, children but they didn’t get the chance to do that.

Then a nice family moves in, they start to raise a son, and they probably felt an aspect of that family life they had always wanted but then the wife gets sick, dies, and leaves behind her husband and child.

So maybe they thought they would watch over the child since his mother is gone but then you came along and ruined it. It was just a theory though, who knows what the real reason is?

You mentioned your theory to Dean and he had replied with “Who cares why they’re doing it. They need to go, so they’re going…tonight.”

In his words, Dean didn’t do “chick flick moments.” It made you laugh but sometimes you wished he could try to look at it in a different way other than, “any monster=dead monster.” That’s just how Dean is though.

**********

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You asked.

Dean was packing up the Impala. He made sure he had everything he needed…flashlights, shovel, salt, and matches.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stay with Charlie. You’ll see them disappear when I burn their bones, then we’ll know they’re gone. But you knew that already.” He said.

Your arms were folded protectively across your chest, watching Dean double check that he packed everything he needed. He hasn’t had to use the weapons from the trunk in a very long time, he might be nervous so you relaxed your shoulders and reached out to grab a hold of his jacket to get his attention.

“Dean…hey…what’s wrong? Talk to me.” You commanded as you looked into his sage colored eyes.

“I just…didn’t think I would ever do this again.” Said Dean, as he slammed the trunk closed.

You were still holding the lapels to his jacket when he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. With his body firmly pressed against yours, you could feel his heart beating forcefully against his chest.

“And I know that’s my fault.” You replied.

Dean growled. “Hey! Stop saying that this is all your fault. It’s not.” He paused, softened his expression and gave you a slight smile. “Well maybe it is a LITTLE bit but—“

You interrupted, “Dean…come on, you think I don’t feel bad enough al—“

You tried to escape his embrace but he was too strong and just ended up squeezing you harder.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart. I’m kidding. I’ll let you know when I find the graves, ok?” He said with a slight smile.

His warm breath brushed against your eyelashes, you nodded and inhaled sharply. He smelled like clean laundry and gunpowder as his lips remained inches from yours.

Dean slowly moved closer to your face, his lips ghosted over yours before he kissed you, gently and then he pinched your butt. A typical Dean move that made you laugh when things got too serious.

“You can’t be serious for 30 seconds, can you.” You said, chuckling.

“Nope!” Dean said with an emphasis on the “P” and a smirk on his face. “Alright, alright I’m sorry, baby…I love you.” The tone of his voice was warm and caring. “See…I can be serious.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “You can’t SAY you’re serious…it just contradicts the serious. But I love you too, be careful.”

“I will, baby and I’ll see you soon.” Replied Dean.

You watched him drive away just as Charlie called out to you from the front door asking if you would play a game with him.

You yelled from the front yard, “Of course, buddy! Go pick one!”

**********

With Bear sleeping peacefully at your feet, you and Charlie sat at the dining room table playing Uno. A couple of texts from Dean came in that he found the graves and he was pleased that they were right next to each other but it would take time to dig them both.

Charlie wanted to hear some stories about your hunting days so you told him a few that you felt like he could handle. He was a tough little kid, being able to sit there and listen to stories about monsters but then again, he was Dean’s son. It’s in his blood.

Suddenly, Bear started to growl and show his teeth. The lights all throughout the house started to flicker and it became very cold very quickly.

“Go get in that salt circle, Charlie. Right now.” You commanded.

Charlie got up, took the iron bar his father gave him and did as he was told. Bear sat outside the circle guarding him and still growling. You were holding one of Dean’s two shotguns in your hands and you had your handgun on you too when your phone started buzzing in your pocket.

It was Dean.

Just as you hit the answer button, the two spirits appeared and were headed straight for you. The phone dropped onto the floor when you tried to get a shot off. When you missed, you dropped to your knees to pick up the phone.

“Dean! Hello?!” You said loudly.

Before he could say anything, you watched as one of the sisters started to burn. Their bones must be on fire.

“Their bones are salted and burned, y/n! They should be gone!” He said.

“Only of them burned, Dean!” You said.

That’s when you heard Charlie calling you from the kitchen. You ran in just in time to see him swing the iron bar at the other sister and she disappeared but you knew it wouldn’t be for long.

“What is it, Charlie!?” You asked in an elevated tone.

Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket. Inside, were pictures of one of the sisters and her husband, you assumed.

Dean was yelling your name into the phone.

“Hang on, Dean…Charlie, where did you get this?” You asked, holding the locket.

“I was digging in the yard, playing with my dump truck, and I saw that sticking out from under the dirt! And when I went to bed that night, that was the first time I saw them in my room.” Said Charlie.

The locket must have belonged to the sister that didn’t burn up so she’s still tied to it. The kitchen lights flickered on and off again as you picked up the phone to talk to Dean again.

“You still there? I know what I have to do. I need a blowtorch!” You said.

His voice boomed on the other end of the phone. “Under the sink!”

All of a sudden, you heard Charlie’s voice but it wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at…her. You turned around to see her hovering next to Charlie, outside the circle, with Bear showing his teeth and ready to pounce.

“Leave y/n alone! I know she’s not my mom but…but she’s really nice! My Dad and me…we really like her a lot! Just leave us alone!” Charlie yelled.

The spirit of the lone sister almost had a sad look to her face, like she didn’t understand why Charlie would be upset, that she was just trying to protect him. But before she could disappear again, you had set the locket on fire and watched it burn inside the sink. Pulling Charlie from the salt circle, you shielded his eyes from the burning spirit and held him tightly against your body.

The lights stopped wavering, Bear stopped growling and began wagging his tail. You crouched down to look Charlie in the eyes, still gripping him tightly.

“Look at me, buddy. Are you ok?” You asked him.

Charlie nodded.

“Are you both alright?!” Dean asked.

“We’re fine, baby. We’re fine.” You replied.

“I’m comin’ home.” Said Dean, before hanging up.

Charlie helped you clean up all the salt and put the guns away.

“Charlie…how did you know to give me that locket?” You asked.

He threw the last of the salt into the trashcan and then answered, “Dad told me last night that sometimes there is something still holding a spirit to this world and if we get rid of that object, then they can move on.”

“Wow, you remembered all that, huh?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s really impressive, buddy. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Charlie gave you a slight smile. It looked a lot like his father’s.

“Thanks.” He replied.

There were a few minutes of silence before Charlie spoke again.

“Y/n?” Said Charlie.

“Hmmmm?” You said, cleaning out the sink.

You could tell he was nervous about what he wanted to say and was working up the courage to say it.

“I love you.” He said.

You weren’t sure your heart had ever felt so full. You could hear its rapid beats echoing inside your head while the heat rose to your cheeks and tears burned the back of your eyes. You didn’t try and stop the tears from streaking down your cheeks this time; they were happy tears.

Your voice hitched. “I love you too, Charlie. Why don’t you go get ready for bed, ok?”

Knowing Dean had to fill in those graves before coming home, you knew he would be a little while longer so you had Charlie take a shower and then he wanted to hear more stories.

The kid couldn’t get enough and he hung on your every word before his eyes started to get heavy and he fell asleep with Bear next to him. So you shut off his light, closed the door behind you, and waited for Dean to get back.

The low growl of the Impala echoed from outside. It came to a stop and you heard the loud squeak as he closed the door. That sound was unmistakable and it brought a smile to your face because it meant Dean was home.

Covered in dirt, he practically ran through the front door.

“Hey! Charlie’s ok?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded and replied, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s in bed if you wanna say goodnight.”

He quietly walked down the hallway, opened Charlie’s door, and then closed it again. Dean emerged from the hallway and did not stop until his legs took him directly to you. In one motion, he stripped off his jacket, gazed at you with his sweet green eyes before his lips crashed onto yours. He tasted like salt and dirt.

“You ok?” He asked as he cupped the side of your face, fondly looking at you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

“I’m fine, baby. I’m fine.” You said, looking up at him through your long dark lashes.

“I’m just glad you guys are safe.” He said, wiping the dirt from his brow.

Dean flopped onto the couch, his head tilted up toward the ceiling and he closed his eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths with forceful exhales.

“Are YOU ok, baby?” You asked timidly.

You knew Dean stopped hunting for a good reason but explaining the life he used to have to his son was something he had hoped he never would have to do but that’s who he was. Dean was a hunter. It was a huge part of his life ever since he was a young boy all the way through most of his adult life so far.

“I’m good, sweetheart. I guess, I knew I couldn’t keep this secret from Charlie forever, could I.” He said.

You gently raked your nails against his scalp as he sat next to you, looking up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words to say.

“It was a big part of your life, Dean.” You whispered. “And I’m sorry I was the reason you had to tell Charlie about it.”

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you turned away from him so he wouldn’t see them.

“Hey…hey, come here, come here.” Said Dean, pulling you into his lap. “Charlie said that these sisters liked him, right? And my wife. Now, if you hadn’t moved in next door, I’m guessing eventually I would have started dating someone else and the sisters probably wouldn’t have liked anyone that I brought home so I would have had to tell Charlie anyway. But I love that you’re a hunter and you were here to protect him. The point I’m trying to make, I guess, is I didn’t have to do this alone, I had you…I love you, y/n.”

A smile stretched across Dean’s lips as he leaned in to kiss you. His strong hands, that were covered in dirt, inched up your thighs then wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue, wanting to tangle with yours.

“I love you too, Dean.” You said with a warm smile. “Oh also…you’re not the only Winchester that loves me, ya know.”

Dean pressed his lips together firmly and narrowed his eyes.

“Son of a bitch, I knew I would regret sending Sam your picture! He said you were too hot for me.” Dean said with a slight growl.

With your hands resting on his shoulders, you started to laugh, and started to swipe at the dirt from his cheeks.

“No baby, it’s not Sam…it’s Charlie.” You said.

“Did he give you Blue Steel? I’ve been workin’ with him, he’s gettin’ pretty good at it.” He joked.

You continued to laugh and shake your head.

“No Dean, not in that kind of way. More like a friendship kind of way, a really fun babysitter, maybe.” You said.

You told Dean what Charlie had said to the spirit before she dissipated and how he remembered what Dean had told him about spirits attaching themselves to objects and not being able to move on unless those objects were gone.

“He remembered all that? Smart kid.” Said Dean. “It also sounds like he looks at you like a mother type figure which he needs.”

You violently shook your head back and forth.

“Dean, I could never. Charlie had a mother and he has fond memories of her. You know I could never or WOULD EVER want to replace her.” You said.

Your hands started to shake, Dean took your hands in his to try and comfort you.

“I know that, sweetheart. I know. I’ve watched the way you are with him though and you can tell he really loves when you’re here and when you play with him. But I can see that you two love each other.” Said Dean, as he kissed your hands and smiled at you.

“I do love that little boy, Dean. I really do.” You said as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Which is another reason why I love you so much.” He said.

You closed the gap between your bodies and gently pressed your lips to his. Tickling the back of his neck with your nails, you could feel the goosebumps dance across his skin.

“And I love you too.” You purred into his ear. “Well, I guess I should get goin’ and let you shower. You’re probably really tired from all that digging and you want to go to sleep.”

“We’re both pretty dirty, baby. I think you should come with me. Then we can go to bed.” Said Dean with a wink.

You couldn’t help but bite back a smile while looking into the eyes of the man who holds your heart. Love was the last thing you had expected to find in the small Colorado town you now call home, especially love with another hunter.

“Well, how can I say no to an offer like that?” You replied.

“Oh I don’t think you can say no. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s in the lore somewhere.” Said Dean.

The bristles of his beard gently scratched your chin when you leaned in to kiss him again, trying not to laugh. You loved him so much.

You knew moving on with your life after your father died wouldn’t be easy because you were all alone but that empty space in your heart was a little bit smaller now. You weren’t alone anymore. Both you and Dean had suffered losses, more than anyone should ever have to but you had each other now.

Finally, you had a place you could call home and more importantly, there was plenty of love to fill that home.

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