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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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Alpha Bunny

I love Rumi so much I would be honored to write for her

Alpha!Rumi x Omega!reader

word count: 1,800 (about)

warrings: Smut, ABO themes, degradation, oral, fingering, semi-public sex, I am aware her cannon hight is 5′2 but in my heart, she is 6′2 so go with it, please

summary:

“Hey, Cutie,” Mirko called bounding to stand beside you as you walked through the office building. Normally if an Alpha flirted with you would get flustered and blush but you were you used to Rumi flirting with you whenever the opportunity presented its self.

“Good morning,” you greeted calmly, “I have some paperwork to sign,” you added digging through your stack of papers for the ones you needed to give her.

“Isn’t there anything else you need to give me, like your number?” She crooned with a crooked smile. you couldn’t stare at her for too long, she was too pretty with sculpted muscled covered in smooth brown skin and eyes that glittered like precious gemstones. If you weren’t careful you would actually fall for her. The last thing you needed was to complicate your office relationships.

Most people already assumed you had slept your way into your current position, I mean how else could an omega be the manager of so many powerful heroes? it couldn’t be because of your intelligence and work ethic, no it must be because you were secretly sleeping with all of your clients. You didn’t need the rumors to have some backing.

So no matter how attracted you were to her, and how obviously into you she was, you would keep your distance.

You pushed a stack of papers into her hands “get those back to me by the end of the day okay?” you told her cooly not braking your stride for a moment.

“what’s up with you?” she demanded, normally you would at least give her a smile when she hit on you, today there was nothing. Rumi dropped her gaze and saw a scent blocking caller peaking out of the top of your button-up. finally, she realized that she couldn’t smell the normally sweet scent that always drew her to you.

“your heat is coming up?” she asked more interested then she should be

“yes, I normally take suppressors but I have to go through this one, you sighed- which reminds me I’ll be working from home tomorrow,” you said curtly. Rumi wondered Jealously if someone else would be helping ease your pain.

“you can’t work during your heat can you?” She asked frowning her Alpha instincts already taking over her train of thought. If she was there she wouldn’t let you work or even walk, she would spoil you the whole duration of your heat, never letting you leave her side.

“I’ll do my best to,” you protested. your heat usually wasn’t that intense you were sure you could at the very least answer some emails. She opened her mouth with that same flirty look in her eyes but you cut her off.

“Before you ask I will be spending my heat alone,” you stated firmly.

“well, if you need help maybe I should just give you my number in case-”

“I have your number,”

“my work phone I’m talking about my personal number,” she purred. you rolled your eyes trying not to show how tempting that offer was.

“Finish that paperwork and I’ll consider it,” you decided, stepping into your office and leaving Mikro in the hallway. She had never looked so eager to do paperwork.

When Rumi was first informed you would be her new manager she was skeptical. She wasn’t known for being easy to deal with and had already scared off three other people. but you didn’t seem to have a hard time controlling her. wich wasn’t to say she hadn’t tried to drive you crazy.

“what if I don’t want to go to some stupid Hero gala, what are you going to do me? come on what’s my punishment Omega?” She jeered resting her foot on your desk and looming over you. you didn’t hesitate

“you’re acting like you have a choice, but you really don’t. I’ll drag you there kicking and screaming If I have to, Alpha,”

The way you had hissed out Alpha had brought her up short. She had, rather obediently, gone to the Hero gala. that was the moment she had become infatuated with you. The pipsqueak omega who wasn’t afraid of her, who brought her to her knees.

Now you used her title as a trump card. If Rumi was ever really digging her heels in on something all you had to do was call her Alpha and she became a whipped little bunny. Although if she was being honest she didn’t mind being whipped if it meant she got to hear you call her Alpha.

She thought about your upcoming heat, would you show a more submissive side? begging so sweetly to be taken care of, or would you still be bossy demanding she did what you told her too, only begging when she refused. the thought of you with some other alpha drove her up a wall. you were meant to be hers, and you would be given time. After all, she was the best alpha for you so why would you choose anyone else? She shook her head that was a dangerous place to let her mind start wandering. Start with the paperwork and go from there.

It was a few hours past when you normally went home, but you were still sat behind your desk although not as properly as you normally did. your heat had hit early while you were still at work. you had to leave but you had no idea how you were going to get home, you couldn’t take the train, even calling a cab would be risky, wich one of your friends could you call like this? your skin was so hot, your jacket was discarded, your shirt unbuttoned and your skirt hiked up, showing off the pool of slick you had created in your chair. a chair that you would have to be replaced now.

You ran your fingers over the stained fabric of your underwear pinching your puffed clit. you felt filthy for touching yourself in the workplace like this, but everyone else had gone home, the chances of someone walking in on you were slim. your breath hitched, the idea of someone walking in on you, playing with your soaked Omega pussy. you mewled pathetically rubbing yourself harder.

your body ached, your walls clenching around nothing. just one orgasm. just one orgasm, and you would be strong enough to leave. you bit your lower lip and reached up to pull one of your breasts free from your bra, rolling your own pert nipple between your thumb and forefinger. If you had been paying attention you might have smelled the approaching alpha, heard the knock on your office door. but when the door swung open it took you by surprise,

You chirped in alarm trying to shove your tit back into your bra and your other hand flying off your crotch but you were to slow Rumi saw it all. She could smell the thick lingering scent of your heat that filled the room. She could see your heaving chest and soaked panties wich you were trying hard to cover with your arms. She dropped the papers she was holding and stalked towards you.

“God, look at you,” she growled, Even though she was a rabbit, she looked more like a hungry wolf as she stalked toward you “Dirty little pussy need to be rubbed so badly you can’t even wait until you got home huh ‘mega?” She was teasing you, and you couldn’t help the hot flush that took over your face as you stumbled for words not sure if you should apologize or explain yourself you were too weak to tell her to leave, to keep denying your feelings for her.

“you like that huh? you like it when I call you a Dirty girl?” she asked lifting you up out of the chair. “you want me to do something about it?” Her voice turned into a seductive purr. Still holding you aloft. she waited patiently for your answer even though you could see the mania hiding just under the surface of her lustful stare.

“Yes Alpha,” you managed before you were unceremoniously dropped on the desk your legs dangling over the side she was quick to toss both of your legs over her shoulders blazing a trail from your ankle to your inner thigh with her tongue, catching all the slick that had dribbled down your leg.

“you taste wonderful Omega, can’t believe you’ve been hiding such a yummy pussy from me all this time,” she murmured ripping your panties clean off you in one harsh tug. your scent was strongest here, washing over her in waves, she was surprised she had held herself back this long. she buried her tongue deep inside of you without warning making you scream out.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, so good and hard you aren’t going to even think about other Alphas, you are going to beg to be my mate,” she growled against your sex thrashing her tongue along your walls making you see stars. it was unfair, no one should be allowed to have such a strong tongue. one of her large hands came up pulling down your bra and fondling your breast pinching the nipple harshly.

You cried her name like a mantra, urging her to keep up her perfectly placed attacks on your body. two fingers took the place of her tongue, you almost cried out at the removal of the magical muscle but then her lips were locked on your clit sucking on the sensitive nub making tears spring to your eyes.

“I-I’m going to cum Alpha!” you yelped covering your face with both your hands. she growled possessively and wrapped her hand around both of your wrists pulling them down so she could see your face, a clear message that she wanted to see you cum. Her intense eyes never leaving yours as you came. her mouth didn’t stop as you bucked your hips up. you were shaking when she did pull away. cum dripped down her chin and was stuck in her hair but she didn’t seem to mind. She kissed her way up your body, licking the tears off your cheeks before kissing you properly letting you taste your own slick

“you want more Omega?” she asked gripping your hips tightly

“Yes Alpha I need you,” you whimpered pathetically. her skin was so warm, her scent to alluring to say anything else, she laughed and tossed you over her shoulder before walking out of your office. you yelped all too aware of how exposed your body was. She wouldn’t be crazy enough to try and take you outside like this right?

“Relax baby we’re just going to my office, there's an inflatable mattress in there so you can get comfortable,” she explained like it should be obvious, she skirted her hands up the back of your legs and pushed two fingers into your pussy making you gasp.

“then I’m going to fuck you good and propper, then I can take you home and knot you as many times as you want, does that sound nice?” she purred moving her fingers in and out at a teasingly slow pace compared to what you had just endured.

“Y-yes Rumi,” you wimped clawing at her muscly back. She bounded happily to her office, ready to show you once and for all she was the only alpha for you.

#rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #mirko x reader #imagine mirko #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

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particularemu · 4 years

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Two is Better Than One | A Bang Chan and Hwang Hyunjin Scenario

Word Count: 1637

Type: Smut

Warnings: ok so… threesome, sex toys, overstimulation, choking, double penetration, hard dom, spanking, humiliation, creampie (is that what it’s called? idk), corruption kink, and dirty talk

Author’s Note: I hope this is dirty enough for ya bby 💖 @channiesmixtape

Enjoy this PORN!

“Oh my god please.” You moaned loudly, head falling back against Chan’s muscular chest. The brunette’s hands held your legs wide open for Hyunjin as the boy’s lips closed around your clit, sucking harshly. Hyunjin’s left hand pumped a vibrator inside you, the intense vibrations making your toes curl as you moaned. “Please.” You repeated once more — unsure of what you were even begging for.

“Do you hear that Hyunjin?” Chan’s deep chuckle echoed in your ears. “She hasn’t had enough. Hyunjin has a good tongue doesn’t he?” Hyunjin’s eyes crinkled as he slurped obnoxiously, knowing the sounds would send you over the edge. Your thighs shook as you came, nails digging into Chan’s forearms as he pulled your legs further apart. “Keep going Hyunjin.”

Your body spasmed as Hyunjin turned the vibrator up to the highest setting, tongue attacking your clit per Chan’s orders. “No.” You moaned. “It’s too much!” Your voice bounced around the room as Chan’s lips attacked your neck, teeth nipping every so often. Chan’s tongue rolled across the various marks spread across your neck as if to soothe the bruised skin.

“Hyunjin?” Chan’s deep voice brought you out of your trance.

The sight of the younger boy between your legs nearly made you cum on the spot. The raven-haired boy looked up at Chan with big innocent eyes, all while his mouth was slurping sloppily at your clit while his hand quickly thrust the toy inside you, hitting your g-spot each time. You could feel his small “Hmm?” against your folds.

“Make her cum as fast as you can.” Chan pulled your thighs closer to his chest, giving Hyunjin plenty of space to work.

The boy between your legs merely chuckled and thrust the vibrator faster. You cried out as Hyunjin closed his lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he could. The pleasure was overwhelming. The feeling of Hyunjin’s sucking mixed with the vibrations from the vibrator had you cumming on his tongue, a loud scream erupting from your throat.

Chan nodded at the younger boy, giving him permission to stop. Hyunjin kissed your inner thighs, pulling the toy out of you. “Good boy Jinnie.” Hyunjin practically moaned at the praise. “What do you think we should do with her now?”

“I think we should both fuck her.” Hyunjin’s hands ran along your thighs, teasing close to your sensitive core. Your hips shifted against Chan, but his hands held you open, allowing Hyunjin to rub his finger along your slit. The ebony-haired boy chuckled as you bucked your hips, trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Where do you want to fuck her Jinnie?” Chan’s eyebrows raised as he waited for Hyunjin’s answer.

Hyunjin spotted the trap right away. “Wherever you don’t.”

Chan chuckled. “You’re such a good boy Jinnie.” Chan released your legs and ran his fingers across Hyunjin’s cheek. “For that, you get to chose.”

Hyunjin smiled and grabbed your hips. “Can I fuck her in the ass? I want to be the first one to take her there.” The filthy words slipping past the innocent boy’s lips sent a rush of arousal straight to your pussy. You whined pathetically, knowing you’ll be in for another round or two.

“I think our little slut likes that idea.” Chan chuckled. “Jinnie grab the lube.”

While Hyunjin scurried off to the bathroom, Chan laid on the bed, hands coaxing you to slide onto his cock. You groaned as you felt every single inch of Chan’s cock rub against your sensitive walls. Chan was thick. He always filled you up so well — far better than any toy could. Your soft moans were like music to Chan’s ears as you lifted your hips, assuming the boy wanted you to ride him.

“Stop.” Chan’s stern voice made you freeze, hips holding steady as you obeyed his command.

“Are you guys getting started without me?” Hyunjin hopped back onto the bed, fingers slicked with an ample amount of lube. You could hear the squelching between his fingers as he made sure he was prepared enough to start stretching you out. You whined as Hyunjin slipped a couple of fingers past the tense ring of muscles, the steady stretch making itself known as Hyunjin pumped his fingers inside you. “Tell me if this hurts.”

“You’re too nice Jinnie.” Chan chuckled and snapped his hips up, catching you by surprise. You cried out as his cock rammed into your g-spot, causing your body to press further into Hyunjin’s fingers. “She started without us. She deserves a punishment.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “That’s true.” You moaned as Hyunjin scissored his fingers, sliding a third finger in as his other hand rubbed soothing circles on your back. You gasped, giving Chan the opportunity to kiss you deeply, tongue swiping against yours as you moaned into the kiss. The feeling of Chan’s cock shifting inside you mixed with Hyunjin pumping his fingers into your ass was so good.

Hyunjin scissored his fingers once more, stretching you out until he deemed you were ready for his lengthy girth. “I think you’re ready for me,” Hyunjin smirked as he trailed kisses up your spine, noticing the way your body shivered under his touch. “Do you agree, love?”

You moaned pornographically, dying to feel the boys use your body. “Yes Jinnie, please fuck me.”

Hyunjin chuckled as he poured some lubricant into his hands, slicking up his cock with a generous amount of lube. The boy’s lips parted as his hand rubbed along his dick, head rolling back onto his shoulders at the blissful stimulation.

While Hyunjin lubed up his cock, Chan started to shallowly thrust into your core, startling you as moans slipped past your lips. The sudden stimulation sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. Chan paused so he could wrap his arms around your lower back, giving him a bit more leverage.

You moaned loudly as Hyunjin slid into your ass, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you discovered just how good it felt to have two cocks in you at once. You felt so full, so blissed out as Hyunjin started to thrust, forcing your body to bounce on Chan’s cock. Your hands clawed at Chan’s shoulders, broken sobs escaping your lips as Hyunjin hit places you never knew he could reach, cock driving deep within you as you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck that feels so good.” You moaned, head falling onto Chan’s shoulder as Hyunjin rammed into you. The boy’s moans filled your senses as Chan started to thrust upward, chasing his high.

“Yeah? Does it feel good being rammed full of cocks?” Chan’s dirty talk sent waves of arousal straight to your pussy. The feeling of your boyfriend’s cocks sliding within you completely took over your senses, your only response being incoherent babbles as Chan and Hyunjin used your body. “Maybe we should invite Minho? Have him fill up that pretty mouth of yours.”

Chan’s hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply as Hyunjin continued to pound into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, drool slipping out of your mouth as the coil in your abdomen tightened. You were so close — and Chan’s filthy mouth wasn’t helping anything.

“Remember when we met her Hyunjin? She was such an obedient little girl. Now, look at her.” You cried out when Chan lifted his hips, powerful thrust aimed right at your g-spot. “Such a needy little slut, fucked out over our cocks.”

“I’m gonna cum.” Your broken sobs echoed in the bedroom.

“No, you’re not.” Chan smacked your ass, making you cry out. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.”

“I’m cumming.” Hyunjin threw his head back, beautiful moans echoing in the room as he released inside you. Chan took the opportunity to thrust into you, cock aimed straight for your g-spot.

“Chan please.” You begged. “Please let me cum.” By now you were reduced to a pile of sweat and tears, begging for your release as the two boys thrust into you.

“But you’ve already cum twice baby.” Chan chuckled. “Do you deserve to cum?”

“I think so.” Hyunjin snaked his hand between your bodies, fingers rubbing at your clit. Your body shook as a loud moan ripped through you. You had to hold back. You couldn’t cum yet. If you did, you’d be in for another round and you didn’t know if you could handle it.

“Please Chan. Please.” You begged, tears streaming down your face as you prayed Chan would take pity on you.

“How pathetic.” Chan chuckled, moaning as you tightened around him. “What do you think Hyunjin? Do you think she deserves to cum?”

“Go ahead, baby,” Hyunjin whispered in your ear, fingers moving faster against your clit. “You can cum.”

With his permission, you completely let go, cumming all over Chan’s dick. Loud moans echoed in the room as Chan came inside you, painting your walls white.

Exhaustion hit you like a freight train. Your body slumped back against Hyunjin’s chest, a small smile tugging at your lips when Hyunjin lifted you off Chan’s cock and gently lowered your tired body onto the bed. Hyunjin’s fingers ran through your hair as you basked in the afterglow. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” You mumbled, reaching for Chan’s hand. “I love you two.”

Hyunjin couldn’t help but chuckle. “You always get like this after we finish hardcore sex.”

“Cause it’s true.” You smiled.

Hyunjin handed a towel to Chan. The older boy cleaned you up, chuckling when he saw cum dripping from your pussy. “We filled you good babygirl.”

“You always do.” You mumbled. “Now clean me up so I can pass out.”

“So bossy.” Hyunjin chuckled.

“I guess we’re going to have to teach her another lesson.”

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izupie · 3 years

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So recently I said that I would stop putting limits on myself as to what I’m writing - like, if I want to write it, and I have inspiration and motivation for it, I’ll Write It. (Despite hearing the moaning cries of my wip folder and beating it back with a broom)

So taking away my impulse control on writing stuff has resulted in me spending the last few hours writing whatever this is and I don’t even know where it’s going and yes I’m aware I have another werewolf Richie wip already and no I don’t know if I’m ever going to finish this, but please take it from my weary hands anyway

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“So, hypothetically, say I had a… friend… who got bit by a dog-”

“-You got bit by a dog?”

“Wha- No, Eds, fuck- weren’t you listening? My friend got bit by a dog. Hypothetically.”

“Richie- I swear to- how fucking stupid do you think I am? When has that line ever worked for anyone ever?”

Richie peered into the tiny sink at the red still dripping down his fingers from the wound on his hand. There was a pile of bloodied tissues next to him and the wad he was currently pressing onto the bite really needed changing too. “Oh, shit,�� Richie cursed loudly, as his cell phone nearly slid out of the gap that he’d wedged it in, between his shoulder and his ear.

“What?”

“I nearly lost my phone down the plane toilet.” He snorted a laugh. “Imagine someone’s walking around down there, minding their own business, and a phone drops out of the sky on them.”

“That’s not how plane toilets work!” Eddie’s voice was agitated and clipped, and Richie could listen to it all day. Even with the whole bleeding out into a tiny plastic sink thing.

“Aw, it’s not?”

“Of course not, dipshit, otherwise every time someone flushes it, it would just-” Eddie took a deep breath and Richie reached for a handful of new toilet paper to press onto his hand. “You’re distracting me. You need to apply pressure to the wound.”

“I am. I’m like, pressing a load of toilet paper on it. But it won’t stop bleeding.”

“It’s probably gonna get infected… shit, what if the dog had rabies, have you had a rabies shot in the last year?”

Richie opened his mouth.

“Of course you haven’t. Okay, just don’t think about rabies. Dog bites get infected easy because of all the bacteria in their mouths, so you need to wash it. That’ll encourage the bleeding, but you need to make sure the wound is clean. Then you’ve got to dry it and just keep the pressure on.”

It was soothing to hear Eddie’s voice in his ear, and despite the bite (that had started to feel like it was burning – that can’t be a good sign) Richie was always so happy to talk to him. He was hunched over a plane sink with his cell phone jammed onto his ear and piles of bloodied toilet paper around him, but he was smiling because he was talking to Eddie Kaspbrak and he was being a helpful but bossy little shit. God he’d got it bad. “Wash it, dry it, pressure,” Richie repeated, “aye, aye, cap’n doctor K.”

“As soon as I pick you up, we’re going straight to the hospital.”

Richie began following Eddie’s instructions as he ran his hand under the tap, wincing as the burning sensation increased and the red freely flowed down the drain.

“Wait a minute- if you’re already on the plane… how’d you get bitten by a dog?”

Richie grabbed a handful of clean, dry toilet paper and patted the wound gently, as he thought about how he was going to dance around a way of explaining what happened. “Uh…” Then he pressed down hard, applying as much pressure as he could, and hissed at the stab of pain.

“Hey, are you okay?” Eddie’s concern came loud and clear through the phone and it was so startling in its utter sincerity that it made Richie want to pour his goddamn heart out to him with an, ‘Well I got bit by a dog but that’s not the problem, I’m not okay because I’ve been so in love with you that it hurts since we were thirteen fucking years old.’

Instead Richie just nodded and realised that he wouldn’t be able to see that, so he said, “I just nodded.”

Eddie let out a huff and Richie smiled at the soft sound.

“God you’re so distracting-”

No, you’re so distracting.

“-but, really, how’d you get a dog bite on a plane, Rich? Did one bite you before you got on?”

And there was his out. He could agree to that, and it would be fine. Eddie would never know. (Though it would probably be a little hard to keep up the lie if he got any kind of magical related disease or curse or something, since he didn’t consider rabies to be a legitimate concern from a bite he received through some magical bullshit that he thought he had left behind a year ago.) But maybe he was tired of tying himself up in a web of lies all the time with Eddie, because he was always so careful to mask everything with a joke or a punchline. Didn’t he deserve as much honesty as he was willing to give sometimes – about this at least?

“Richie?”

And oh, there was the word that always brought him to his knees. The word he heard whispered on bloodied lips. Whimpered into a cave. Hands up to a blood-stained spike, piercing a chest – before waking up sobbing in his bed alone.

It was dead.

It was fucking dead. And Eddie was alive.

Richie took a deep breath, inflating his lungs as far as they could go, and let it all out at once. “I’ve been having dreams.”

“What?”

“The fucking- the Deadlights or whatever- when I was caught in them I… saw things.” Richie was gripping onto his wounded hand so hard his knuckles were white.

You died.

“And I’ve been having, I don’t know, some weird kind of messed up dreams on and off since then.”

For a moment Eddie didn’t reply and then it burst out of him in a pure unfiltered explosion of Kaspbrak rage through the phone, “You didn’t think to tell us this sooner? What if that means- like what if It isn’t really dead? ‘Messed up’ dreams? What kind of messed up? Richie, what the fuck- why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me?”

(Richie could imagine the pacing and the hand movements that went with the ranting, but it didn’t make him feel any less guilty.)

“Well I mean, I’m coming to stay at your apartment for a couple of weeks, so like, at some point I’d have woken you up with the screaming or the sobbing, or the pathetic party of both at the same time, so it would probably have come up then…”

There was another long pause and Richie expected this to be because of Eddie rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“So anyway,” Richie continued, “I fell to sleep as soon as the plane took off.”

“Of course,” Eddie sighed.

Richie thought he sounded sad. But he supposed if he found out that Eddie was keeping a secret like that from him, he’d be pretty pissed off and upset about it too. (It’s not the only secret he’s keeping from Eddie, but it’s the only one he’s willing to ever let past his lips.)

“Well this dream started similarly to the others… but…” Richie hesitated, remembering what had set the dream off its usual course of watching Eddie die in that cave – he’d so very nearly told him that he loved him. It had been on the tip of his tongue, but he’d swallowed it down. Instead he’d told a weak joke and they’d both smiled, even though Eddie was bleeding out under his hands, and the whole dream had gone black. “There was a turtle,” he said eventually, remembering the darkness and the tiny point of light in it. “Which was weird.”

“You’re having magic dreams and the weird thing is that there was a turtle?”

“Well yeah, ‘cause there’s never been one there before. They tend to all go the same way.”

“So… the turtle bit you?”

“What, no. The turtle didn’t fucking bite me. Jesus. It turned into a dog, and the dog bit me.”

Richie could hear Eddie sit down.

“It was one of those tiny fluffy demon things. It told me I had to stop hiding who I am and…” Let myself be seen. “I don’t know, some other weird stuff, so I reached out to it and it fuckin’ bit me, man.”

“The… turtle… that turned into a… dog… and bit you… told you, that you had to stop hiding who you are?”

“Yep.” Richie snorted a laugh and lifted the toilet paper on his wound carefully, to peek underneath. The bleeding had stopped. He finally reached up to adjust his glasses and released his phone from the gap between his neck and shoulder to hold it up to his ear with his good hand. “But I’ve always been a Trashmouth, and I’ll always be a Trashmouth and I don’t think anyone can say that I don’t flaunt it on stage. I don’t hide anything.” Richie winced as soon as the words left his mouth, and he was glad that Eddie couldn’t see. He was in fact talking to the one person that he was hiding the most from. Maybe the turtle-dog had a point…

But their friendship meant everything to him, and to lose Eddie after just getting him back would destroy him.

In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to stay at the recently-divorced questionably-straight single-friend’s apartment that he had a lifetime’s long crush on, but when Eddie invited him over for a couple of weeks for a vacation there wasn’t a force on earth (or otherwise) that could have made him refuse.

(He really needed help.)

(But not the magic supernatural bullshit kind.)

“Okay,” Eddie said with a note of finality and decision, “okay, I’ll get in touch with Mike and see what he knows. Mike’s good with this kind of stuff, right? Or maybe Bev? She got caught in the Deadlights like you. Wait, didn’t Stan say he saw some weird Deadlights shit too? Though I’m not sure Stan would let me get past ‘Richie got bit by a dream dog’ before he hung up on me.”

Richie laughed as he felt a wave of affection crash through his chest. Eddie was clearly out of his comfort zone with anything involving magic again, but he was being practical and logical and making plans. He had always been, and continued to be, the bravest man Richie had ever known.

“Tell him I got bit by a magic pigeon and he might stick around long enough to hear a bit more.” He stuffed the bloodied toilet paper into the toilet and wiped around the sink to get rid of any traces of red.

Eddie’s voice softened, “How’s your hand?”

Richie turned his wounded hand over and examined the puncture marks – now just angry red indents. But they still burned. “It’s not so bad now,” he said, “bleeding has stopped. Thanks, doc.”

“Well, we’re still taking you straight to the hospital. I’m going to get in my car now and I’ll meet you at the airport as soon as you land. Just… stay awake for the rest of the journey, okay?”

Richie wondered if Eddie was really smiling, or if he was just doing a good job of imagining it in his voice. He smiled back anyway and ran his good hand through his messy hair. “You got it. See you soon, Eds.”

“Don’t call me-”

Richie chuckled as he pressed the button to flush the toilet and hung up the call.

#I had sooooo much fun writing their dialogue #Reddie #reddie fanfiction #werewolf richie #IT chapter 2 #richie x eddie #my fanfiction #I hope it shows how much fun I had writing this because it was honestly such a good time #IT stuff #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #I'm definitely uploading this to AO3 at some point #when it's not 1am

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fairiesherefairiesthere · 4 years

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Fraxus Anastasia au 1

I don’t think you need to have seen the movie, but I wanted to write it :)

Part one of the fic under the cut

The clothes are itchy and as a 13 years old Laxus reaches for the collar, his hand is slapped away by his very disgruntled looking chambermaid. The girl huffs and he apologetically removes his hand, allowing her to fuss over him. "Are you nervous?" Evergreen asks, mercifully avoiding his eyes as she forces him on a chair so she can reach his hair. He could attempt to lie, but the younger girl has a knack for seeing right through him, so he foregoes that.

"Yes", he admits reluctantly. His estranged grandfather's castle is immense and the walls hold no familiarity to him. Not once has his grandfather attempted to contact him and then, all of a sudden, he banished Laxus' father. He has no idea what goes through the old man's head and although he would never say it out loud, the uncertainty unnerves him.

"All these people are gathered here today to see the new heir to the throne and the reason why the old one disappeared is unknown. People will talk."

"They always will." As his grandfather appears in the doorway, Evergreen hurries to bow before the man. He acknowledges her with a polite gesture, but also tells her to leave for he would like to talk to his grandson. Evergreen gives Laxus a thumbs-up before she goes and he nods in return.

"She's a spunky thing I've heard. Bossy, but good company." Ignoring the piss-poor attempt at small talk, Laxus decides to get to the heart of the matter. "Why am I here? Where is my father?" Sighing, his grandfather's face turns somber. "My son is an awful man", he plainly states and immediately, Laxus jumps to defend his father. "He's not!" he yells. His father is strict, true, but that's because he loves Laxus as well as the common folk. He's harsh because it's needed.

"You may not understand it yet." His grandfather looks at him with an expression that can only be pity and Laxus feels the disdain crawling underneath his skin. With a pat on the head that Laxus tries to dodge, his grandfather bids him farewell. "I'll see you in a half hour. Tonight is not about Ivan, it's about you. Try to have fun, won't you?"

Laxus is decidedly not having fun. He has two friends in total and neither of them are present at the ball. Evergreen is not allowed to come to occassions like these and Bickslow's skills as a jester in training apparently aren't needed today. Skirting around people is harder than expected, but Laxus manages to reach the buffet tables.

While he's wondering whether anybody would notice it if he hid underneath the table, someone tugs on his sleeve. "Excuse me", a greenhaired child says and points at a pile of creampuffs on a stand. "Can you give me one? I can't reach them", he explains, sounding terribly bored. Since he has nothing better to do, Laxus fulfills the request.

Munching on his creampuff, the kid stares at Laxus with an unsettling amount of concentration. "Would you like to dance? I like dancing, but if I asked anyone else, I reckon I'd be swung through the room like a broomstick. I'm not tall enough to keep up with any adults and the other parents were sensible enough to leave their children at home."

The dry tone of his voice forces a snort out of Laxus. "I'm not good at this", he warns and the child shrugs. "Practice makes perfect."

It can't even be called practice, because Laxus hasn't received a single lesson in ballroom dancing in his whole life and the other child seems to have grown up doing nothing but. They unanimously agree to settle on a bench, their feet a sensible distance away from each other (Laxus truly does feel sorry for the kid) and a platter of snacks between them. Conversation comes more natural to Laxus, although it's a very stilted one on his side. It's a blessing that the other kid is a goood listener and doesn't seem to mind Laxus' awkwardness.

Just as his nerves are getting settled, his grandfather appears before them and Laxus feels like crawling in a ditch again. His grandfather coughs, hinting for the other kid to leave. He doesn't. Instead he blinks slowly at the tsar before offering him a cup of water, which his grandfather takes after a short pause where the man clearly doesn't know how to react.

A berating outcry of "Frederick!" is heard before a lady yanks the boy from the bench, apologising profusely and attempts to force her kid to do the same thing. "I don't acknowledge that name. If you absolutely must, you may refer to me as 'the infant formerly known as Frederick', though I'd prefer it if you called me 'Freed'. Frederick Justine sounds terrible, while Freed Justine has a nicer ring to it. It's like a tongue in cheek reference to the things our family values: freedom and justice."

"Why don't you go all the way and demand to be called Freedom?" Laxus asks before he can stop himself and Frederick? Freed? rolls his eyes. "Because it sounds fucking stupid", he scoffs, tone strongly implying that he thinks Laxus is a moron.

Before he can retort with some snappy answer (not that he has one ready, but it's the thought that counts), Freed's mom has dragged him away and he can hear every berating word the woman utters as she physically removes him from the ballroom. There goes Laxus' only form of entertainment.

"That was something", his grandfather bemuses and Laxus gives him a questioning gaze. "Aren't you mad? He seriously disrespected you there." His grandfather snorts. "He's ten at most, of course I'm not going to berate a kid for being a kid. In fact, I think it should be more encouraged in the upper circles of society."

That doesn't sound like something the grandfather his father used to talk about would say and it momentarily throws Laxus for a loop. His grandfather seems to take note of his confusion, but he chooses to put it aside for the moment and Laxus is grateful for that.

"Here", his grandfather says and hands him a pocket watch. Their family symbol graces its front lid and when he turns it around he can see the third rule of departing (though our paths may have diverged, you must continue to live out your life with all your might, you must never consider your own life to be something insignificant, and you must never forget about your friends for as long as you live) written on it.

"This was a wedding gift made for your mother", his grandfather explains and plucks a necklace with a tiny, little key out of his pocket. He inserts the tiny object in the watch and the clock piece jumps open to reveal the rotating image of a young, blonde woman in a field of flowers. As the itty bitty figure slowly spins, a melody can be heard and Laxus can't help but gasp as he recognises the lullaby his mother used to sing.

"You can have it." With shaking hands, Laxus takes the objects from his grandfather and puts the watch in his pocket and hangs the key around his neck. "Thanks", he mutters, not looking at his grandfather. He's still not sure how he feels about the whole situation, but he does feel lighter now.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a flash of green and when he turns to properly look, he recognises that it's Freed reentering the ballroom. The boy makes a beeline for Laxus and his grandfather, mouth set in a thin line.

"You two have to get out of here", the boy states as soon as he's within earshot. "Excuse me?" his grandfather asks and Freed's eyes keep darting back to the door he just came through. "Your son, he's no good, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have pubicly thrown him out. He's coming this way and he isn't alone."

Right as Freed finishes that sentence, someone screams from in the hall and many more voices soon follow. Laxus thinks he can smell fire, but before he can linger on that thought his grandfather grabs both Freed and him by the arm, dragging them away from the erupting chaos.

"This way!" he hears someone somewhat discreetly yell and he's yanked into a different direction. First Laxus struggles against the stranger until said stranger yells at him to calm down. It's Bickslow he realises as the other boy leads the three of them through the servants' passages. With a rather harsh shove, Bickslow guides them through a door that has no business being as small as it is.

"I'll see you all later!" he cheerfully says and waves as he turns around. "Wait! What are you doing? You can't go back there." Distressed, he watches as Bickslow winks at him and reveals the matchbox in his hand. "I'm going to hold them up for a little bit, I'll be fine. Evergreen will take good care of you!" And with that he's gone.

He has no time to ponder about Bickslow's fate, because for the second time this evening Evergreen is fussing over him. Only this time it's a quick change of clothes and a wig gets slapped on his head. His grandfather takes care of his own disguise and Freed stands there and watches. "Sorry", Evergreen apologises to him, "You're not written down in the protocol for emergency situations."

"It's alright, I'm not the one they're after. I'll hold down the ford with you." It's a task that he and Evergreen immediately have to take care of, as shouting soldiers try to kick down the door. His grandfather leads him away and the last thing Laxus hears before exiting the palace, is the sound of something metallic falling unto the ground.

They run for what feels like hours to Laxus. He's always been a sickly kid and right now, he's at his limit. With a wheeze that seems to come from deep within his lungs, he slams unto the concrete streetfloor, dizzy and dazed out of his mind. Logically, he knows that he isn't breathing right but physically, he can't do a single thing about it. All he can do is gasp pathetically like a fish on dry land.

"If it isn't the tsar and the mighty heir to the throne!" His father's tone is vicious and Laxus forces himself back on his feet. He can't look pitiful in front of his father, he knows he can do better than that even though his lungs burn like a furnace. "Ivan", his grandfather growls in response and it's nothing like the gentle tone he used all evening. His grandfather sounds like he would like to throttle his son with his own two hands and Laxus can't begin to fathom what the outcome of a fight between these personalities would be.

His father comes closer and the way he does it reminds Laxus of all the times he's been hit or yelled at. The man looms over him, stalks to him slowly with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. It has him whimpering rather pathetically and the sound eases the tension off his grandfather's face. "Come here kiddo", he whispers and extends his arms to Laxus.

He hesitates. Technically, he doesn't know this man. But then he catches sight of the expression on his father's face and it's a no-brainer. He nearly jumps into his grandfather's arms and the man catches him quite easily for an old man. They take off running at a surprisingly high speed and through zigzagging throughout the streets of the city, they eventually lose track of Ivan.

As the sound of the clock resounds through the air, his grandfather curses. "Dammit, five more minutes until the train leaves. Laxus, can you run again? If I have to carry you there, we won't make it." Dutifully, Laxus nods. Although he's unsure of his actual capacity to run that long, he knows that saying 'no' to an adult is not a thing one should do if they value their safety.

So they run and with the help of the strangers already on it, Laxus' grandfather gets lifted on the train. Laxus himself tries to get on too, but he's too slow and the train's already departing. Their fingertips graze each other, but the light touch is not enough to hold on to. He stumbles over a protruding piece of wood and smacks his head unto the iron railway. The last things he registers is his grandfather being restrained by the people who helped him on the train, screaming Laxus' name.

#fraxus #freed justine #Laxus Dreyar #bickslow #evergreen fairy tail #fic #TheFairyWrites #Anastasia au

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Hiding. Part 81a

Cowritten with @disastrousintention.

-x-

It had been over a week since Paul’s arrival and the Fairhead household was still getting used to their youngest member. Charlie and Duffy’s relationship had barely improved since their issues last week but, still, they soldiered on for the children’s sake. Charlie kept creating a distance between him and Duffy.

Duffy focused all her attention on the children hoping that Charlie would eventually stop being so distant. Despite his promises she still couldn't help being full of doubts and insecurities when he was unexpectedly called back into work for a shift despite him theoretically being on leave.

He wasn’t meaning to be so distant but he wasn’t being as touchy feely as usual. He kissed her tenderly, “I won’t be long, ring me if you need me?” He asked as he kissed Oli and Paul’s foreheads.

"We'll be fine." She attempted to reassure him.

He kissed her again before picking up his keys and heading to work.

When he arrived it quickly became apparent why they'd needed him - it was pandemonium! So Charlie did what he did best and threw himself into work.

Things were not helped when, just after midnight, a rogue lightening strike hit the hospital and knocked out the main power.

He groaned, this isn’t what he wanted! He just wanted an easy shift and then sneak back home to Duffy and the kids. He was still on parental leave after all.

Unfortunately for him when the power went out he was in one of the lifts and he wasn’t alone...

"Is this a bad time to tell you that I'm afraid of the dark?" Maggie muttered from the other side of the lift.

“Hmm, just a tad.”

"Could be worse I guess. At least I'm not on my own."

“Duffy isn’t a fan of the dark either.”

"Oh. I didn't know that."

“She doesn’t tell many people.” He paused and sat down on the lift floor. “May as well get comfy.”

"Yeh, good idea." Maggie replied, moving across the lift to sit next to him.

There was a comfortable silence between both adults as they sat in the dark.

"Is there anything you're afraid of?" Maggie asked.

“Lots of things.”

"Really? I would have thought nothing could scare the great Charlie Fairhead!" She giggled.

He laughed, “No, I get scared of things. Mostly about Duffy and the kids.”

"Oh I'm sure she's perfectly capable of looking after herself."

He sighed but didn’t speak.

"She can be quite bossy and haughty from what I've heard." Maggie remarked without thinking.

“Occasionally yes but she means well. Always has.”

"Oh she certainly means well when it comes to the male staff!" Maggie snorted.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped.

"She doesn't seem to like female doctors. Maybe she feels they're a threat to her authority or something."

Charlie’s temper was brewing. He moved further away, “You know nothing about Duffy.”

"Maybe not but I can tell a sour faced hag when I see one! You deserve so much better than that Charlie!"

He laughed, “Someone like you, you mean?”

"If that's what you want. I can be very discreet."

“No thank you. I don’t really fancy meaningless shags.”

"Are you sure? You seem very tense..." She purred, running her hand up his leg.

He watched her hand, “Maggie! I’m married...”

"So? I won't tell her if you don't."

He reluctantly pushed her hand away. “Stop it!”

"When was the last time you had sex? I bet its been ages and you're gagging for it!" She pouted, moving her hand back to its previous position.

He didn’t answer.

"Its just you and me in here. No-one need ever know."

He still didn’t answer.

She shuffled closer til there was no space between them.

“Maggie...”

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me." She promised seductively.

“I’m not about to fuck you.”

"You don't have to if you don't want to but I can help you get some relief in other ways."

“Gonna wank me off are you?” He asked.

"I can do. I've also been told I give very good blow jobs."

“You don’t turn me on, Maggie.”

"That's not what I've heard."

He laughed, “And what have you heard?”

"That I'm just the sort you like to have fun with."

“Because you’re a doctor and you’re brunette?”

"So it's true then?"

“Used to be.”

"She turn you to the dark side or something?" Maggie mocked bitterly.

“I love my wife! I won’t cheat on her or destroy this marriage like I destroyed my last one ok?!”

"I'm not asking you to destroy your marriage. Jeez, I'm not looking for romance and roses. I thought you might enjoy a bit of fun."

“I have all the fun I need with my wife, thank you very much!”

"If you say so. Well, you know where I am if you change your mind."

“I won’t!!”

An awkward silence fell over the lift.

Charlie rubbed his wrist.

The sound of Charlie's phone beeping echoed off the walls.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

It was a short message from Duffy, she was up feeding Paul and was missing him.

He smiled as he replied back, ‘I miss you too gorgeous xx’

"Her ladyship checking up on you is she?"

He glared at Maggie, “She was telling me about Paul actually.”

"That's nice." She sneered.

He put his phone back in his pocket, “You’re jealous of her, aren’t you?”

"Why the hell would I be jealous of her?"

“Because she’s a thousand times the woman you’ll ever be!”

"Seriously what the fuck is so special about her?"

“Something nobody would ever possibly understand or get except me!”

"You're pathetic. She's got you on such a short leash!"

He laughed, “I’m not the one who’s trying to seduce married men because no-one else will fuck me.”

"Oh don't flatter yourself. I could get any man I wanted!"

“Really?” He paused for a minute, “You’ve got quite a feisty side haven’t you?"

"I don't take shit if that's what you mean."

“Like Duffy.”

"Mentioning your wife every other sentence is not a good look Charlie."

He met Maggie’s gaze, “It’s not a good look being jealous either.”

"I'm not jealous, I just can't see what the hell you see in her, that's all."

“She’s beautiful and funny. She understands me.” He replied and sighed, “We have a good marriage. Yes we have problems but, what marriage doesn’t?”

"Is that why she had another baby? Trying to paper over the cracks?"

He shook his head, “Paul wasn’t planned.”

"At her age I did wonder!"

“We’d be lost without Paul.” He said gently.

"I get it Charlie, she's the woman of your dreams, rainbows shine out of her arse and everything she touches is magical..!" Maggie snorted sarcastically.

“She is the woman of my dreams but that doesn’t mean...” He trailed off.

"Ooh, she has flaws afterall?"

“We both do.” He sighed.

Before Maggie could reply the lift made a juddering noise as the power returned.

“Thank God for that. Once we’re back on the ground floor, I am going home to my wife and children.”

Maggie made a rude noise that sounded like a whip cracking.

“Grow up, Maggie!”

"Oh go fuck yourself Charlie!"

“Why don’t you? You’re the one who’s gagging for a shag!!” The lift eventually got back to the ground floor, thankfully before another argument could erupt between them.

"Maybe I'll just drop that darling wife of yours a little call..." Maggie threatened as she walked back off into the department.

“And say what? How you tried to seduce me in the lift but I refused?” He stormed back to his office and slammed the door with full force behind him.

That wasn't quite what Maggie had in mind at all...

He picked up his keys, his jacket and left to go home. He couldn’t be arsed dealing with this shit, he wasn’t in the mood.

By the time he arrived home Duffy was once again up with Paul. Charlie could hear the baby's cries from the hallway.

He closed the door and quietly moved along the hall into the kitchen.

He could hear his wife moving around upstairs as Oli decided to join in the cacophony of screams.

It was enough to snap Charlie out of his thoughts to take a tablet. He went upstairs and into Oli’s bedroom, picking up Oli. “Ssh, Ssh. Daddy’s here.” He rocked him.

"Charlie?" Duffy questioned sleepily as she appeared in the doorway, a screaming Paul over her shoulder.

“I’m home baby.” He smiled sadly as he caught her eye, rocking Oli to sleep.

"I thought you had to work til morning?" She replied, relief flowing through her as she was almost at her wits end and it was only 2.30am.

“I was but I had an argument with someone, decided I really didn’t need the shit and came home to be with my wife and beautiful children. What’s wrong with Paul?”

"Oh sweetheart!" She frowned. "I'm not sure, he won't feed, just keeps screaming. He's woken Oli up twice now." She sighed.

“Want me to try getting him back off to sleep?” He asked.

"OK." She sighed, handing Paul over to Charlie.

He put a sleeping Oli back in his cot and placed Paul against his chest, gently rubbing Paul’s stomach. “Ssh, you’re waking everyone up.” He whispered.

Paul pulled his legs up to his tummy, shrieking, his face bright red.

“Ssh, Ssh.” He took him downstairs and began to walk around with him. Rubbing his stomach, taking his clothes off in case he was too hot.

Once she was sure that Oli was fully settled Duffy followed downstairs arriving in the lounge just as Paul started to be violently sick.

“Oh no, is that’s what wrong?” He sighed sadly as the baby began to throw up everywhere.

"Oh Paul!" Duffy gasped.

Charlie took Paul for a bath to try and clean him up once he was certain he’d stopped throwing up.

Duffy attempted to clean up downstairs but didn't get far before she too succumbed to vomiting.

Charlie wondered how long it would take for the bug to hit the rest of the household.

By the time he'd got Paul clean and settled Duffy had fallen asleep curled up on their bathroom floor.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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jayankles · 7 years

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Chill Out

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2059

Warnings: SMUT, kinda rough sex, brief breath play. It’s not just porn though.

A/N – This is my submission for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer s 1k/2k ‘Sammy Says’ Writing Challenge. My prompt was: ‘you’re bossy, and short!’ - it will be highlighted below.

The hunt was a success, Sam went to the bar to have a drink and release any other pent up frustration if he wanted to.

You and Dean went straight for the motel, after a little steamy action in the impala of course. Dean put baby in park outside the door and got out. The screech of the door sounded as you both exited the car and made your way to the door.

You reached into your jacket pocket, producing the room's key card. You jumped as Dean's hands flew to your waist, lips attaching to your neck, sucking little purple marks from your jaw to anywhere his mouth could reach. 'Ready for round two?'

'Would you let me put the damn key in, then we'll go for round two, then three, maybe f-' your words were drowned out with a lewd moan that rippled through you. You barely registered when his lips left your skin, but your senses soon returned when he plunged his hand in your jeans, beneath your panties, the pad of his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Dean's middle and forefinger spread your pussy lips, teasing your slit.

Your shaking fingers stopped their motion, unable to complete the simple task of inserting the key into the slot, Dean's free hand - the one that wasn't down your pants - took the key card from your weak grasp, easily opening your assigned door, seemingly unaffected by the fact that he looked like he was publicly fingering you. He slammed the door shut with his foot, his assault still continuing. His lips on your jaw and his fingers gathering the wetness that you'd produced. Just when you thought he was about to finger fuck you, he withdrew his hand, the loss of the light yet so invigorating contact causing you to whine and whimper. Dean sucked off the juices that remained on his fingers, moaning at the taste. 'Can we move this to the bed?' You asked, eyes dark and hooded with lust. 'Demanding little thing aren'tcha?' When you shyly nodded at him, he said, 'you got it, princess.' He quickly rid himself of every article of clothing he wore as you carelessly ripped off your own. Stalking over to you, Dean gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, your hands wrapping around back, fingers dipping into the crevices near the small of his back. His cock nudging against your stomach, and you moaned as you felt it throb against you, a small pool of precome staining your stomach. One callous hand flew from your hip to the back of you neck, he pulled your face closer to his. Your lips smashed together into a bruising kiss, it was teeth and tongue as they clashed with one another. He walked the two of you to the motel bed until you came to a stop, the back of your knees hitting the mattress. His fingers curled under your thighs, lifting you into his arms so he could gently lay you on the bed. When you were settled on the sheets, Dean didn't waste anytime sheathing inside you after lining himself up at your entrance. Your head was thrown back into the pillows in pleasure, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip before your mouth forming a large 'o' as you silently moaned when Dean snapped his hips forward, your pelvic bones brushing against each other's He used this as an advantage, dipping his head low kissing, nipping, licking, and sucking on your exposed, sweat forming neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he ventured lower, his tongue train stopping at nipple station. The only two passengers going taut, standing at attention as his tongue laved at one, and his fingers twisted and pulled at the other, your back arching at the attention he was giving them before he made his way back up your body. His thrusts became more erratic as time went on, his pace stuttered, his breaths grew heavier. Gripping him at his neck, your other hand curled around his bicep, you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and took advantage of his open mouth, pulling him down for a hot, messy, passionate kiss. 'Dean, baby, I'm close.' He lifted your leg, throwing it over his shoulder, his thumb viciously rubbing over your sensitive clit. The coil in your stomach tightened, the new angle making him hit deeper inside of you, brushing that sweet spot inside of you, your inner walls fluttering and clenching around him. Just as you were about to come, his phone set off. He groaned and you whined. His pace never faltered as he checked the caller ID; it was Sam. 'Don't make a sound. Don't come until I say, or you will be punished.' You bit your lip and nodded, the only sounds escaping you were your harsh breaths and Dean's lowly grunts before he answered the call, sounding seemingly unaffected yet again as his voice sounded deep and gruff. 'Kind of in the middle of something, Sammy...' You gasped as he increased the pressure on your clit, now rubbing in soft, smooth circles around the bundle of nerves. You wouldn't last long if he kept that up. Your hand gripped his wrist, he looked at you with a furrowed brow until he saw you smirk. He knew exactly what you were thinking. 'Are you drunk?...' His fingers curled around your throat, squeezing lightly, you hummed and he took the hint. He tightened his hold a little, the perfect amount of force that has you writhing for air underneath him. The act held so much pleasure that it was on the borderline of pain, but it wasn't enough to cut off your airways so that you couldn't breathe. '30 minutes tops' With your eyes rolling to the back of your head, they had subconsciously closed. They flickered open when he taped your neck twice. 'Come,' he mouthed. You screamed as your release washed through you, white hot fire spreading behind your eyes as they rolled to the back of your head. 'Dean!' You cried. 'Fuck, (Y/N).' Dean groaned as his own orgasm took over, spilling his load into you. 'Yes, me and (Y/N) are having the sex. Jeez, dude.' 'He knows we fuck, why's he gotta say it out loud? Jesus.'

Just as promised, you and Dean had gotten dressed and drove back to the bar, not able to enjoy your post coital bliss.

You sat in the passengers seat, fidgeting. Your shoulder was slumped against the door, your temple resting in the window; not relaxing in the slightest, the harsh rain crashing against it. With your leg shaking up and down, Dean hand curled around the space between your knee and your thigh, effectively stopping your bobbing leg. 'What's got you all riled up?' 'Your stupid, drunk ass brother.' You huffed, hand covering his as he squeezed your denim covered flesh. 'I just wanted the be with you. I though Sam would sleep with someone and go to their place and be back by morning.' You knew you sounded whiny and pathetic but you barely got any time with him, alone, especially since these back to back cases started to occur.

Slamming the door to the bar, your eyes zeroed in on all the patrons, seeking out your boyfriend's brother. With Dean hit on your heels, you kept up the pace as your eyes narrowed at the sight of the younger Winchester. Dean's hand wrapped around your bicep, slowing your eager steps to kill his brother. 'It's okay. Chill out.' 'Did you just tell me to chill out? I'm a woman, Dean. You never tell a woman to chill out. Jeez, Dean.' Your breathing had become uneven and heavy. He had stepped in front of you, rubbing his hands up and down the length of your arms, entwining his fingers with yours when your previously tense shoulders slumped. 'I'm sorry, I'm being selfish and so unnecessarily annoying. I just miss you.' When he tilted his head, you continued, 'I know we're together, but we're constantly focused on the cases and I just...I don't know. Don't worry about it. I'm just being stupid, let's just go take your brother home.' 'Shh, you're not stupid for wanting to spend some alone time with me, I mean you have to seen me, right?' You giggled at his cockiness. 'There's my girl.' He kissed you soundly, a small public display of affection, a short, quick one but it still calmed you immediately. 'Thank you.' 'Anytime,' he replied with a charming, toothy smile. With your hands interlaced, you made your way to the counter where Sam was tapping the rim of his glass, silently asking for another. Not that he needed any more. He was completely shit faced. His cheeks were flushed and rosy. He didn't look as if the weight of the world was entirely on them. His dimples popped as he laughed at something the bartender had said and by the looks of him, he didn't have a clue why Sam was chuckling at his words. Dean dropped your hand and removed the glass from his brothers grasp. Sam whined at the loss of the liquid, ‘hey, what are you doing?’

‘C’mon, time to head back, little brother.’

You got to the motel with few complications, Sam had listened to what you both was instructing him to do, the only thing that didn’t help matters was the weight of him. Sure he was in great shape but that doesn’t mean shit, he leant against you and not his brother. Great. Just great.

Hearing Dean snicker, you glared at him, instantly stopping him from continuing his mockery. Your boyfriend opened the door, relieving you of the weight that rested on you. Rolling your shoulders, you headed straight for the kitchen, filling up a glass with cool water and pulling out a few tablets for him to swallow down.

‘Here take these, it’ll make you feel better.’

‘But I don’t wanna,’ he complained, throwing his head against the back of the chair he was sitting in.

You growled at his infringement, ‘I don’t care if you don’t wanna,’ you shoved them in his face, ‘you will listen to me and take them if you don’t want a nasty headache on the morning.’

He chortled at your demand, pissing you off even more, you had to contain yourselves; not only for yours but for Dean’s sake. ‘Ah, (Y/N), you’re so funny but you’re bossy,’ he looked between you and Dean before finishing his statement, ‘and short!’ He continued to laugh as he made fun of your height.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, we can’t all get the good genes and become gigantors like you and your brother.’

‘Hey!’ Dean protested.

‘Shut up, I’m not in the mood anymore.’ Directing first at Dean then turning your attention to the inebriated Winchester. ‘Sick of your freaking short jokes. Take the damn pills.’

Sam pouted but nevertheless took the pills and swallowed them, pouring half of a pint of the liquid down his throat to wash them down. His eyes drooped and you nodded to Dean, he glanced at his brother and dragged him to the stuffy motel bed, draping the thin quilt over his knocked out body.

Crawling into the opposite bed, ensuring it was the left side, you climbed under the covers, hogging them; collecting their warmth for yourself. Dean tried to clamber in next to you but struggled as you wrapped the cover around you; you were now a bed cover burrito.

‘C’mon, let me in.’

Ignoring his pleas, you snuggled into the pillows and smiled. Not a few moments later, you heard Dean huff behind you before you felt a strong arrm wrap around your blanket covered middle. He effortlessly lifted you, prompting an involuntary squeal to leave your lips, he unfolded the blanket that hadn’t already fallen, and planted himself on the bed, under the sheets.

‘Goodnight, (Y/N).’ You could practically hear the smugness in his voice as he wiggled to get comfortable.

‘Fuck you!’

‘Aw, you don’t mean that. You love me.’

Rolling your eyes, you conceded and turned your body to face him, your head tucking itself in his shoulder and you threw your arm across his torso, you mumbled, ‘yeah, I do.’

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baby koala, it took me hours to finally come here and write this message. differently from the first time we talked, right now I don't feel nervous... it's just that I want to help, want to comfort you somehow, want to show that it can get better. unfortunately, I'm not good with words and I tend to be pretty pessimistic; for you, because you have done a lot for me through letters and sweet messages, I will try. please read carefully to what I have to say. 💞💐🌷🌱🐰🐻

++ my heart is broken right now and I really feel like crying in front of everyone; I'm upset with your father, disappointed with your mother and my heart is aching because of you... I'm worried, your well-being means THE WORLD to me and knowing that you feel like THAT just- fucking hurts. I want you to know that, baby, your mother is completely wrong and I'm awfully sorry you have to deal with all this shit...+ but, princess, as someone who is going through the same situation (the difference is in terms of time: 12 years here), I beg you to don't give a fuck to what she says to you. come on, don't look at me like that... 😔 I know what you're thinking and I also know that what I said sounded pretty dumb HOWEVER I promise you that it works. I'm completely destroyed, I cannot sleep, I was fired, my life is a mess, I'm out of medicine and therapy, + I know that they're kind of guilty too but... what our fathers did... God, it's too much, too fucking much. I'm not asking you to understand your mother, but to stop listening to her rude words because, princess, I promise you that she doesn't want to hurt you. 😔 my mother says that I'm "just like him" and although I'm asexual and ain't dating anyone, whenever I go out or do something she doesn't agree with, she immediately says that I look/sound/act like him + ㅡ the liar, the cheater, the abuser, the violent, the arrogant, the shitty man who used to be her husband. you know, it took me a lot to understand that she's fucking broken and that I have nothing to do about it but since I'm in the middle of this fucking hurricane, I need to listen and deal with things that hurt me so so so bad; lately, I've been focusing on my studies, on my health, on the smallest aspects of like that are important to me.+ you should do the same... I'm awfully sorry if I sound bossy, okay? I just think that this is the only thing you can do in a situation like this. you're too precious, koala writer. 🐨 you're brave and strong and amazing and even if your heart is aching, you just keep running this blog and putting a smile in my face everyday ㅡ just check your followers numbers and you'll see the amount of people who are daily positively affected by your words.+ you're FUCKING BRAVE! I admire you so so so much more now that I know a bit of your story and I wish everyone irl could do the same; you deserve to be loved and taken cared of. I'm awfully sorry people don't cherish your company more and don't walk on your shoes just a bit so you can rest for a while. I'm sorry I'm just a random person on the Internet, I wish I could do so much more for you... I'm sure one day you'll be so so so happy, so so so content with life!!! 💞+ the only effective thing we can do for the ones we like, especially when we're not physically close ㅡ to take care of you and wipe off your tears; I'll ask Him to hold you in His arms and give you strength to keep going. 🌷 you don't have to answer this huge message if you don't feel comfy enough... I hope you don't think I'm pathetic and stupid, I also hope my "advice" can be useful... cry if you need to, scream and shout as well, it's okay. thank you, once again, for being alive. 🍓🐨

first of all, you`re wrong honey. did you really think i`m not going to return this long, this beautiful long spell of cold shower that`s comforting my entirety out in the public for everyone to see? you really thought like that? you`re so pessimistic, i see it. also, now i feel guilty of throwing that childish fit out to you like that. i`m sorry you are seeing me like this and i`m sorry to every one of you who are seeing me like this.

second of all, whatever you said i kind of relate to. i understand why my mother is acting like this, i understand everything. the only thing is that whenever things go haywire inside her, she puts up a storm upon me, throwing accusations and hurtful words at me. sometimes i don`t say anything, i stay quiet but sometimes when she goes on to call me “just like him”, i kind of lose my shit. because i try to make her understand that my mental health has been dysfunctional for a long time and no one can specifically cure it. she needs to understand that, i was 10 years old when i saw everything and she was 42 (there`s vast difference), i`ve been going to the insides of courts, police stations, administrative offices, i`ve been knowledge of my father`s illegal extra-marital relationship, his excess daily alcoholic consumption. i`ve been told in school at such tender age that your father is a bastard, so you`re a bastard too (my father is very well-known paediatric specialist here i.e he`s a child specialist doctor, ironic right?) that your father sleeps around with different women, so you`re a whore too. someone told me that i`ve a brother too but all throughout my life i was the only child.

i`m disappointed with her too. but i understand i`m at fault too. my mood swings are out of range. i am silent in my real life. i don`t talk much. my vocal tone is rough. i snap a lot when i`m not in a particular mood. i don`t like being dominated. i prefer to keep my personal space, people around me don`t give me that because i`m still young and i don`t have any right to say that i`ve a personal space too. by the way, i`m 19.

but it`s okay, whatever you said about focusing on my studies, writings and entrance exams, yes i`m doing exactly that. i`m not a very bright student thanks to my family situations. i don`t exactly like studying. anyways, that`s another topic. what i`m saying is that - thank you for this advice. don`t worry i`m alive and fine. maybe mother will not talk to me for a while (she didn`t make dinner last night, so i made ramen for myself) and she won`t talk to me in her regular tone but i`m fine with it. it`s kind of a regular thing for me.

i just hope she would stop comparing me to people, maybe that`s when i`ll find a way to smile freely.

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