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smilingformoney · 4 months

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Got bored at work. Made some incorrect quotes for my current blorbo couples and throuple (Betty/Sinclair, Dave/Charley, Lionel/yn/Eli). bon appetit.

Eli: How do I make a date romantic?

Lionel: Be mysterious!

[later]

yn: Where are we going?

Eli: None of your fucking business.

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yn: I think we can be evil, as a treat.

Eli: We?

yn: We :)

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Eli: Do you want to play 20 questions?

yn: Sure. What’s your favourite colour?

Eli: Triangle. Do you love me?

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yn: Aren’t you embarrassed about being related to the evil Judge Turpin?

Lionel: Honestly, I’m more embarrassed about being related to Sinclair.

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Eli: not evil anymore I want to be loved now

[minor inconvenience]

Eli: evil again

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Lionel: you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.

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Lionel: No one can hurt me if I’m cold and detached and not emotionally invested in anyone

yn: hi :)

Lionel: *sweating* shit

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Eli: DO NOT CLICK ON ANY LINKS THAT SAY “YN ONLYFANS NUDES LEAKED” IT PUTS A VIRUS ON YOUR PHONE THAT PUTS YOUR KEYBOARD ON CAPS LOCK PERMANENTLY

Lionel: THANK YOU FOR THE WARNING

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Charley: Truth or dare?

Dave: Truth.

Charley: When was the last time you slept?

Dave: Dare.

Charley: I dare you to go to sleep.

Dave: I don’t like this game.

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yn: You keep saying we’re a couple.

Eli, under his breath: I wish.

yn: What?

Eli: I said “that bitch.”

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Lionel: I think your family liked me...

yn: My mom begged you to marry me before we left.

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yn: What do you notice first when someone approaches you?

Lionel: The audacity.

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yn: What is love?

Lionel: An emotional minefield.

Eli: A neurochemical reaction.

Sinclair: 🎵 Baby don't hurt me 🎵

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yn: I’m sorry I said you suck

Eli:

yn: I thought you knew

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Eli: *bursting into the room* You two ARE having sex!!

Lionel: Really? yn, why didn't you tell me? I would've put my book down

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Eli, holding a rock: yn just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Lionel: If you don't marry her, I will.

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Sinclair: I like your top, yn! Lionel: I have a name, you know.  yn: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

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yn: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.  Eli: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!  *later*  yn: He’s probably just staring at my ass, isn’t he? Lionel, also staring at yn’s ass: Yeah, probably.

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Lionel: Hey, what’s up?  yn: The sky.  Lionel: No, I meant like, what are you doing?  yn: Oh, Eli.  Eli: *highfives yn* Nice!

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Eli: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?  Lionel: Excuse me miss. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?  yn: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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yn: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.  Lionel: Wasn’t Eli with you?  Eli: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Lionel: What did Eli do this time?  yn: More like WHO did Eli do this time?

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Eli: When I was married, you know what my wife often said to me?  yn: Please stop sleeping with other people?

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Eli, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?  Lionel: Yeah, sure.  *A few minutes later*  Lionel: Here you go.  Eli:  Lionel:  yn: Why am I here?

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Lionel: I asked yn out.  Eli: Oh, I’m sorry.  Lionel: Why?  Eli: Well, I assume she said no.  Lionel: No, she said yes.  Eli: Really? Then I’m sorry for her.

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yn: Why would anyone want to harm Eli?  Lionel: Maybe because they met him?

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yn: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.  Lionel, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.  Sinclair: Wow, yn was late too! What a coincidence!

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Lionel: *heading out to see yn*  Eli: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!  Lionel: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

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Lionel: So, what is Eli to you?  yn: The reason I wake up every morning.  Lionel: ...That’s adorable.  Eli earlier that morning, barging into yn′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

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Lionel: We all have our demons.  yn, grabbing Eli: This one’s mine!

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Eli: What have you done with yn?  Lionel: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

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*Betty is telling a story*  Sinclair: Wow, yn, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!  Lionel: Romance?  Sinclair: I have a crush on her.

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yn: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication.  Eli: It’s my turn to cuddle yn.  Lionel: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

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yn: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.  Lionel: I’m “a couple of things”.  Eli: I’m “got distracted”.

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Sinclair: Who do we know that has handcuffs?  yn: Well Eli and I-  Eli: *elbows yn*  yn: ...wouldn't know.

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yn: So, are you two friends?  Sinclair: Yes.  Lionel: No.

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yn: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?  Eli: What’s up your ass this morning?! Lionel: *walks in* ...Hey.

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Eli: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake.  Lionel: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for yn.  Eli, pointing his hot glue gun towards Lionel: You’re on thin fucking ice.

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yn: Two years ago, I married my best friend.  yn: Eli is still mad about it, but me and Lionel were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Eli: So, are you two dating now?  Lionel & yn: Yes.  Eli: Why?  Lionel: I happen to find yn very appealing.  Eli: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with yn.

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Lionel: Are you a painting?  yn: What-?  Lionel: Because I want to pin you to a wall.  Sinclair: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HER OR SOMETHING-

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yn, talking about Sinclair: Is this a friend of yours, Lionel?  Lionel: Kind of? Not really. He’s in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

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Eli: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.  Lionel: Did yn say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?  Eli: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Eli: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.  Lionel: Actually, yn is my favourite.  Eli: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

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Sinclair, excitedly: Heeyy!!  yn: Hey, someone's excited.  Lionel, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

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*at 3am*  Eli: *runs into yn’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  yn: *wakes up* Dude!  Eli: *cackles*  Lionel: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind yn* What the fuck, Eli?  Eli: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

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yn: *sucking on a popsicle*  Lionel: Pfft, you practicing for when Eli gets here?  yn: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*  Lionel: *Concern*

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yn: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it.  Lionel: yn, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with Eli?

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Lionel: Ooh, somebody has a crush  Eli: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on yn I just think she’s cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her.  *Later that night*  Eli, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Eli: If I say I love you, will you say it back?  yn: Yes.  Eli: I love you.  yn: It back.  *Later*  Lionel: Why is Eli crying face-down on the floor?

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Eli: yn you can’t move in with Lionel.  yn: Why not?  Eli: Well, um, how are you going to feel when he sees you without any makeup?  yn: I’m not wearing makeup right now.  Eli: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

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yn, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Lionel, the love of my life, for telling me Eli was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

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Sinclair, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?  Lionel: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.  Sinclair: Ohhhh-  yn: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

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yn: Well, remember when Eli made a romantic dinner for me?  Lionel: yn, he microwaved you a pizza.

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yn: So, what’s Lionel's type?  Eli: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.  yn: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.  Eli: Did I mention oblivious?  yn: Yeah, why?  Eli: Okay, just making sure.

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Lionel: So, how long have you and yn been together?  Eli: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. yn and I are not together. No. No.  Lionel: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

*Eli and yn flirting with each other yet again*  Lionel: And you two are sure you're not dating?  Eli: 100%.  yn: Of course not! Why would you think that?  Lionel: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, yn. I fucking wonder.

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Lionel: Come on, Eli. Nobody actually believes that yn is in love with me.  Eli, to everyone: Raise your hand if you think that yn is helplessly in love with Lionel.  *Everyone raises their hand*  Lionel: yn, put your hand down.

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Lionel: Did yn just tell me she loved me for the first time?  Eli: Yeah, she did.  Lionel: And did I just do finger guns back?  Eli: Yeah, you did.

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yn: What is everyone for Halloween?  Lionel: I’m superman.  Eli: A clown.  yn: So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

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Eli: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.  Lionel: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.  *yn walks in*  Lionel: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

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Lionel: Is this your plan B?  yn: Technically, this is plan P.  Lionel: Plan P? Is there a plan M?  yn: Yes, but I marry Eli in plan M.  Eli: I like plan M.

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Sinclair, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?  Betty: …  Betty: What’s in the box?  Sinclair: What woul-  Betty: Sinclair, what’s in the box?  Sinclair: I think you know.

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Sinclair: I give up. I am so tired.  yn: Get the emergency supply!  Lionel: *carries Betty and places her in front of Sinclair*  Betty: *smiles*  Sinclair: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

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yn: Go on, give Betty a compliment.  Sinclair: How do you expect me to do that?  yn: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you.  Sinclair: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day!  Betty, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

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Betty: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.  Sinclair: Ooh, can we get some actual pie?  Betty: I like the way you think.

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Betty: What language do they speak at the center of the earth?  Betty: Core-ean  Sinclair: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language!  Betty: …Core-ean.

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Sinclair: Remember that time as kids you dared me to lick a swingset?  Lionel: No, I said "Sinclair, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

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yn: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.  Sinclair: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?  yn: Seize the dick.

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

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Charley: Hey, Dave, where are you going?  Dave: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.  Dave: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

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Dave: Are you trying to seduce me?  Charley: Why, are you seducible?

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Eli: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—  yn: Hi.  Eli: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

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Dave: I drink to forget but I always remember.  Charley: You're drinking orange juice.

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Lionel: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind.  Eli: Thank god.

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Charley: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

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Lionel: I hope no one lowkey hates me.  Lionel: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.  Lionel: Go big or go home.

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yn: Sinclair won’t come out of his room!  Betty: Just tell him I said something.  yn: Like what?  Betty: Anything factually incorrect.  yn, shrugging: If you say so.  Sinclair, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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yn: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh...  Lionel, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?  yn, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

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Dave: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too.

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yn: Know why I called you in here?  Sinclair: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.  yn: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Sinclair: I got grounded for a whole week just because I came home late.  Lionel: Well, you deserved it. I mean, getting everyone's hopes up like that and then showing up again.

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Sinclair: How is the most beautiful person in the world?  Betty: *blushing* I—  Lionel, butting into the conversation: yn is perfect, thanks for asking.

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Betty, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!  Sinclair: …What does that even mean?!

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Sinclair: What’s sexting?  Lionel: I'm not having this conversation with you.

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Dave: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”?  Charley:  Charley: …Should I not have?

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Murderer: Any last words?  Charley: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

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

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Sinclair: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-  Betty: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??  Sinclair: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

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Sinclair: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.  Betty: What- how?  Sinclair: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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Dave: What do you call disobeying the law?  Charley: A hobby.  Dave: *crosses his arms*  Charley: That we do not engage in.

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Charley: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together*  Dave: What are you making?  Charley: A mistake.

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Betty: Are you coming to bed?  Sinclair: I can't. This is important.  Betty: What?  Sinclair: Someone is wrong on the internet.

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Sinclair: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—  Betty: We’re married.

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Sinclair: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella?  Eli: Don't ever speak to me again.

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Sinclair: Punch me in the face.  Lionel: ...Punch you?  Sinclair: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me?  Lionel: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

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Betty: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?  Sinclair: Damn, if people did that to each other, Lionel would've killed me years ago.

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Lionel: Sinclair noticed only today that he can label his email inboxes, but he took apart his entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.  Betty: This reminds me of the Sinclair who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.  Lionel: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Sinclair.

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Sinclair: You know what I’ve realized?  Lionel: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?  Sinclair: Nice try, anyways-

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Sinclair: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.  Betty: This is a lie.  Betty: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie.  Betty: HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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sporkberries · 1 year

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Do you have any Huntress/Helena Bertinelli issue or comic run recs? 👉👈 you have infected me with helena brainrot (positive)

So There are a two ways I can answer this question, the way i did previously with just the comics I'd recommend to get started or a full timeline for her- This time ill go with the full timeline. If you just wanna dip your metaphorical toes in the water check out this post, if you want to read her story from start to finish this is the post for you.

FIRST SOME CONTEXT ON HELENA BERTINELLI'S CHARACTER CREATION. Pre Crisis on Infinite Earth's there was a character known as Helena Wayne, she was the daughter of Earth Two's Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle and was The Huntress. She was fairly popular but the whole uhh massive crisis event erased her from continuity. The problem was people still wanted Huntress she was a recognizable name and also just people liked her so Helena Bertinelli was created. Despite sharing a first name and a superhero name Helena B and Helena W are INCREDIBLY different characters in personality and just.. in like every conceivable way. Alrighty now lets get started, Helena Bertinelli makes her first ever appearance in The Huntress(1989) I really like this comic run. It's pretty intense dealing with both CSA as well as SA but i think it does it pretty respectfully and well. Overall I really like this comic, that being said the art is a bit... rough, so i understand not wanting to read it. The Huntress(1989) 'era' of Helena ends with Justice League International Special 2, which btw if anyone has an actual good scan of this please let me know because my scan is ASS Then we got Detective comics #652-653 which has Helena's new costume and a team up with B-Man himself. Now its time for Robin III: Cry Of the Huntress- This is the first Helena and Tim team up!! I love them so much they r so silly so I consider this book required reading, also Helena has an awful mullet it's amazing Helena also has another story with Tim around this time in Benedictions which is a three part story in Dc Showcase 1994 # 5, Robin(1993) #6 , Showcase #6. Azrael is also running around as Batman during this so thats fun and quirky(i like azbat okay)

Next is Dixon's Helena with Huntress(1994) ERMM this is a comic that exists. It has some panels I like but i don't think its required reading it's uhh... Dixon!! and WOagh no wayyy another tim team up its almost like they are siblings bffs 5ever this is crazy Detective Comics #685-686 and Robin #17 also sidenote i like Lynx's 90's design a lot sighh Next is a string of complicated and long story lines. With Batman Contagion, Batman Legacy, Batman Catacylsm, and Batman No Man's Land. Also she gets her best outfit here yayyy :). Now parsing through all this stuff I don't really care that much about Batman: Legacy and I'm not gonna lie to you and say I've read Contagion in it's entirety because I haven't. Just know that Gotham gets hit by a mutated ebola virus and it sucks and is bad for everybody sjdkfbasdkg. Also again cool new Helena outfit top ten epic moments. Before all the No Man's Land stuff there is Birds Of Prey: ManHunt and Nightwing/Huntress. I do not like the latter and have no strong opinion on the former other than it's the start of a long line of Babs treating Helena like shit. ManHunt does have Dinah and Helena interactions though so :) yippeee Almost forgot this but Read Detective Comics #703 its a really cute Helena and Tim story read it right now thank you XOXOOXO I consider Cataclysm and No Man's Land, No Man's Land especially, CRITICAL HELENA READING. HELENA IS SO GOOD IN NML OH MY GOD. Cataclysm is kinda the set up to No Man's Land and also has a cool Helena/Steph teamup in Blunt Trauma. But No Man's Land is where the really juicy stuff is. I'm not really gonna say what specific issues Helena shows up in because you should really read all of or most of No Man's Land as its not only an important Helena story but THE MOST IMPORTANT Gotham story(in modern times anyway). I read the 5 trades but I've heard good things about the Omnibus as well. If you need further help with No Mans Land and how to read it just shoot me an ask or smth. READ NO MAN'S LAND Okay now after NML Huntres Joins the Justice Leauge of America in JLA #16. I have not read all of Helena's JLA stuff so i cant really comment on it I'm a failure sorry... NOW FOR THE RUCKA STUFF GREG RUCKA LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!! So First check out Batman Chronicles #15, it's not all Helena but it does have a Helena story which is her first meeting with The Question so erm go read that !!! Now time for one of my fave huntress stories, Batman/Huntress: Cry For Blood. THIS STORY IS SO FUCKING GOOD. It does retcon Helena's previous backstory which i have mixed opinions on but the new backstory is far from bad and also its just soosososo good i love greg rucka so much go read it right fucking now. Now I have bad news for you gamers. We have the Hush storyline wherein Jim Lee introduced the dreaded Helena Ab Window. Hush is generally pretty good but that outfit is uhhh an outfit!! she starts showing up in Batman #609 Generally speaking I do like this storyline so I would recommend the whole thing. Helena regularly starts appearing as a main character in Birds Of Prey at issue 56. Birds Of Prey IS a mixed bag but most of Helena's appearances from here on are in there so... Be prepared for a healthy dose of sexism though. Outside of BOP check out The Question: Pipelines which is a story in Detective Comics 854-864 written by love of my life Rucka of course. Helena is not in the whole thing but its a good story and her and Renee are a great Duo so I recommend it. While your out it also check out both issues of The Question: Convergence. Also written by Rucka and featuring Helena, its good :). Now I did leave some shit out like Battle for the Cowl but thats because I dont like battle for the cowl and also I don't think Helena is very central in those stories so TA DAA here is my list enjoy anon sorry for any spelling errors Tutorial on how i read comics safely

#this whole list is all post crisis/new earth btw #tw csa mention #long post #helena bertinelli #dc #huntress #reading guide #spork says stuff

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eyeoftheaxolotl · 11 months

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another important time of year to know about that begins in june is hurricane season.

if you live in an at-risk area, make sure you have all the supplies you need. i live in miami, so you bet your ass we're getting all the batteries, non-perishables, emergency supplies, etc. that we need.

do not wait until a storm is approaching to prepare. panic may ensue after a storm is announced. items may become hard to find. get them now while there is not much going on.

here's a list of items to stock up on. ill also put it here bc if you dont read any of the links from this post i want to be sure you at least read this. this is (in no particular order) the list from Ready, the site NOAA has linked:

water. Ready recommends a gallon per person per day for several days; get what you can. be sure you also have water for pets if you have them.

food. have several days' worth of non-perishable food. again, be sure to get food for pets as well if needed. if the food is in cans, make sure you've got some way of opening them, i.e. manual can opener. dont rely on an electronic can opener. (optionally, extra plates, utensils, etc.)

radio, etc. ESPECIALLY if you're in a risk zone, your power can go out so fast. so can cell service, etc. know which devices work without power, which require a charger, and which can work without internet.

flashlight. generally a good thing to have anyway. harbor freight has rly bright ones for cheap, theyre by the front counter

first aid kit. again, generally a good thing to have in or out of hurricane season.

covid preventative measures. especially if you're living with other people — you may end up in close quarters for days at a time or longer, and that's gonna get really bad really fast if you don't have some way to ward off the virus

MEDICATIONS!!!! i can say from experience that hurricanes and even just storm surges have a very real chance of messing up your ability to get your prescription. all it takes is a power outage and the pharmacy to be like oh :( sorry cant give u ur meds now :( computer isnt working :( and you can get screwed so easily. also, check up on your supplies of any over-the-counter stuff you may need to use, especially if regularly (for example, ibuprofen and similar that might be needed for menstrual cramps)

menstrual products (pads, tampons, etc.). you will want to have enough of these for a while. make sure to account for anyone else you're living with who needs them too.

baby care products. Ready specifically lists formula, bottles, diapers, wipes, and diaper rash cream.

diversions for kids. Ready lists this too, and i can say from experience — being trapped inside without power during a hurricane as a kid is not only terrifying, but also boring as all hell. you don't really understand what the adults are talking about, you just know that you're possibly in danger and that your games arent working because of it, and it sucks. i highly recommend legos, but even a silly board game can be enough for a couple hours.

batteries. yes okay sure maybe you have batteries. but please double-check — are they the right kind? do you have enough for the things you may need to use them for? also keep track of batteries for devices such as hearing aids, which you are less likely to be able to find batteries for from a neighbor

whistle to signal for help. you can get em for like 3-4 bucks

dust mask for contaminated air. i tried to find whether this can be a covid mask, but no dice. lmk if you know! in the absence of any evidence that the two are completely interchangeable, i would recommend to get a separate dust mask just in case. harbor freight sells em in packs of 10 for 3-4 bucks. also keep in mind that not all dust masks are designed for use against covid

plastic sheeting and duct tape. this one is to seal up the walls in case of danger outside — here's how to do it. (Look at the section titled "Sheltering in place".)

wet wipes, garbage bags, plastic ties

wrench or pliers to turn off utilities. here's how to do it. be sure you know which tools can be used for what BEFORE you have to go do it yourself. while you're at it, check if you've got any tools you need to repair damage to mobility aids, etc.

maps of the area. if you dont know your area, if you're dorming or rooming and don't know what's around, whatever your situation — trust me, you do not want to have to rely on an electronic device to get to where you need to be. know what you're looking for in advance if possible.

phone, charger, etc.

other important supplies based on what you might need:

glasses + lens solution. once again, this is pretty much just a thing that's generally good to have. but also remember that a lens wipe can only do so much if your glasses are covered in large particles or particles in a large amount

cash, important documents, etc. preferably in a waterproof container. Ready specifically lists insurance policies, identification and bank account records.

blanket or sleeping bag for each person. yet another instance of something that is generally good to have.

full change of clothing + shoes. if you can get good, sturdy shoes — great. but if you have a pair of extra shoes, that's fine too.

fire extinguisher. i'll be honest — i've never included this in the kit, and i don't have one, but Ready lists it as an item some people might need. idk. if you feel like you might need one, you can look into it — they do seem to be among the pricier items on the list, though.

this list will show you your evacuation zone if you live in the eastern/southern US:

this shows flooding zones in the US and Puerto Rico:

please feel free to add on any other resources you know of!

#hurricane season #psa #axolspeaks

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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Anonymous said: Hyuck with 10, 25, and 6 pls and thanks

explicit sexual content, fem reader

“Hey, Hyuck? I'm not trying to put you on the spot, but I'd really like to know why you have an entire album dedicated to hentai porn."

Your best friend shrugs, taking the time to down the contents of his redbull before tossing the can at the trash bin. It hits the wall before falling to the floor with a sad clink, laughably far away from his target. “What do you mean why? You have nasty shit downloaded too, don’t you?“

“Not this.” You also don’t have anything saved. The virus you’d gotten from downloading Twilight off of a sketchy website when you were 10 scared you away from willingly saving anything from the internet.

Hyuck shrugs like you’re missing out on something. “How’d you find that anyways? Thought you were borrowing my computer to write your essay.“ “I was. I thought the folder titled “academic resources” might have, y’know. Academic resources.”

“What’d you want me to call it? My hentai folder?” Hyuck uses the tone he reserves for arguing with Renjun and it makes it ten times harder to hide your laugh. “I couldn’t name it anything risky. Mark would find it.” He cackles as if exposing his best friend is the funniest thing on the planet. It kind of is. “The fuckers too horny and paranoid for his own good. Refuses to look it up himself.” You raise your eyebrows and turn back to the computer, clicking through some of the thumbnails before closing the album with a wrinkled nose. “You prefer this shit to actual women?”

“Well, I mean. I don’t have an actual woman here.” You make an offended noise and he reconsiders. “Oh, I guess you count. You wanna fuck?”

Normally you’d say no, but your dedication to procrastinating your essay is astounding. Plus, you’ve fucked around with Donghyuck before. Your best friend is insufferable, yes, but he's also hot and good with his mouth. “Right now?”

“I mean, yeah. I did buy these glow in the dark condoms and I have no one to use them with. Are you busy tonight?” Hyuck opens his drawer and reveals that he does indeed have glow-in-the-dark condoms.

“I’m terrified to ask what else you’re into.” You raise your eyebrows before settling yourself on his bed, unhooking your bra and tossing it at him. His lips part and his eyes linger on the shape of your breasts through your shirt before he gathers himself.

A rather horrible wink is sent your way. “Stick around and find out.” “Ugh. No thanks.” You slide your pants off and swing one leg over to straddle him. His hands go automatically to your hips, steadying you. There’s a moment of silence where you just stare at each other before he moves a hand up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek before pulling you forward to meet his lips.

The kiss is slow at first, unhurried as he savors the first taste of your lips, and then it grows deeper, more insatiable. His tongue slips into your mouth and his hand squeezes at your ass, encourages you to rock yourself against his lap. He lets out a depraved sound when you tug at his hair, head falling back to give you access to his neck, which you waste no time marking up. It’s satisfying to see him this wrecked, eyes heavily lidded and lips swollen from kissing, cock a pleasant hardness for you to grind on.

“Hyuck,” You moan, breaking the kiss to pant into the open air. “Fuck me.”

“S-shit, yeah.” He rushes to get undressed, ripping open the condom. The face he makes when he strokes his cock to make sure the condom is in place is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you clench your legs together in need, though he thankfully doesn’t see it. You frown when he walks away from you. “Hang on, I wanna see if these really do glow in the dark.” He goes to hit the light switch and you scream. “Donghyuck! I don’t want the image of your floating, glowing dick ingrained in my head!” Thankfully, he doesn’t turn the lights off. “Why would it be floating?” “Because the rest of you isn’t glowing?” You point out, screaming again when his face lights up and he cries out a ‘that’s even cooler!’ “Donghyuck! If you don’t fuck the living daylights out of me in the next 5 minutes, I’m going to pass out.” “Okay, okay, I’m coming. I mean not yet, obviously. But that’s what you’re going to be saying soon!” He joins you on the bed and you rub your forehead, suddenly regretting your decision to fuck him.

“I literally hate you.” You grumble, though your actions say differently as you easily let him slide his hands between your thighs. A soft moan leaves you when he drags the tips of his finger through your folds, putting just a little extra pressure on your clit.

Donghyuck laughs. “And yet you’re still soaking wet.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Your words lack authority, all the oxygen in your lungs exiting in a whoosh when he sucks your arousal off of his fingers. He gives you a mock salute and then he’s settling between your legs, lining himself up at your entrance.

“Ready?” His eyes are serious and you nod, licking your lips in anticipation.The movement doesn’t escape him and his lips are on yours in the next second, a heated kiss that you moan into when he slides in you achingly slow. His cock fills you to the brim and it has your jaw going slack, your head pressing deep into the pillows as you arch into it. “Can’t believe that’s all it takes to have you drooling.” Donghyuck’s voice is meant to be teasing but you can hear how breathless he is, pride halting his moans in his throat.

You clench around him as hard as you can and he nearly collapses, a whine ripping out of his chest. “Now who’s drooling?” You bite back, laughing breathlessly. Donghyuck laughs too, but it’s humorless and there’s a dark look in his eyes.

“Still you, baby.” He whispers, face centimeters away from your own. A little bit of spit passes from his lips to yours and he smears the saliva around your lips with his thumb, smiling when you suck willingly on the digit. “So fucking hot.”

Donghyuck pulls your legs around his waist and groans as he gets that much deeper, fucking into you with slow, fluid thrusts. It feels so good, being split open on his cock like this, but it’s frustratingly slow. You can feel the drag of his cock inside of you with an amplified intensity and you can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough. It makes your head spin. “Hyuck, faster.” You moan out, raking your hand through his sweaty hair. “Fuck me faster.” He must be feeling it too because he doesn’t tease you for once in your life, simply clenching his jaw in concentration and picking up the pace until all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping on skin, your moans joining the sound in a sinful melody. Your nails dig into his back and you pull him closer, grabbing onto him for dear life. And Hyuck doesn’t falter, just keeps fucking you like it’s his job, burying his face in your neck before dipping down to kiss at your breasts. His lips wrap around one of your nipples and you cry out, arching into it. The bliss of everything he’s doing to you is overwhelming you so much that you don’t even realize you’re going to cum until you’re right there, so close you can taste it, and you nearly tear up with how tightly you scrunch your eyes closed.

Donghyuck cums mere second after you, mouth pressed hotly to your neck in an attempt to muffle his moans. You drag his lips back up to yours with one hand fisted in his hair and meet him in one of the sloppiest kisses you’ve ever had. It feels so good that you can’t bring yourself to care, whimpering softly into it when he pulls out and leaves you achingly empty. He gives you a goofy grin and all but collapses onto his side, facing you.

“You're glowing.” Donghyuck says, and it’s so sweet that it makes you go all warm and fuzzy for a moment before he ruins it. “Just like my glow in the dark condoms.” A groan leaves you and you flop away from him. “You’re never fucking me again.”

#haechan smut #donghyuck smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #hyuck smut #kpop smut

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pinkczennie · 3 years

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Incubus | Ten (m)

Summary: According to urban myth, if you had sex in your dreams and it actually felt real, it means that negative entities are having sex with you while you sleep. You’re sex deprived, so a sex demon helps you with your little problem.

Pairings: incubus!Ten x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.1K

Disclaimer: This is just purely fiction and does not accurately represent how incubus’ work. Anyways, brb I think I need to go to church to purify my soul because this is just absolute smut.

Italics= inside the dreams

Quarantine has been rough for you.

At first, you didn’t think this would be a problem, but now it’s starting to take a toll on you because you’re slowly starting to lose it.

Because you are trying to follow quarantine guidelines and maintain as little physical interaction with others as much as possible in fear of contracting a deadly virus, you’ve become a little pent up. In other words, you haven’t been able to have sex in a while.

The last time you got intimate with another male was about almost a year ago. Who would have known this global pandemic situation would have happened because you took physical touch for granted. Had you known this was going to happen, you would have tried to fulfil your sexual needs when it was still socially acceptable to be around other people because you are just suffering at home right now.

Sleeping around with other men right now would probably not be a safe idea, especially since you live with your parents and would not want to risk their health over your needs. Besides, your parents temporarily forbid you to see any friends or bring anyone over until the situation is over anyways. You don’t blame them, after all, who knows where other people have been and who they have interacted with, so it’s only safe for everyone in the house to restrict human interaction for a moment except with people living under the same roof.

You try to convince yourself that you can wait until the pandemic is over, but as the days go by and days turn into many months, you’re absolutely touch starved. To be more precise, you’re sexually frustrated.

Masturbating has helped to a certain extent but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you fully. You wanted to feel another man’s touch again.

In fact, you were so sexually frustrated that you began to experience having sex dreams.

The room was dark and it was empty except for your bed. You laid in bed on your back completely naked and your pussy was soaking wet as an attractive looking male hovers over you. You don’t recognize the man in front of you because it’s not a face you have seen in person before.

He had raven-black hair that covered his forehead, cat-like eyes, and flawless skin. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, practically exposing his chest, and you spot the number 10 tattooed by his heart. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his wrists and his ears are covered in piercings. His pants were partially removed to only expose his dick and he rubs it against your slit, causing more wetness to secrete.

“Ahhhh-” you let out a long moan as he suddenly enters you in one fluid thrust thanks to your slick.

The initial pain of his girth stretching around your tight walls soon turned into pleasure after you were able to adjust to his size.

His hands were holding each side of your hips in place while his length begins to thrust into your heat. Your body feels hot and you became a whimpering mess as you allowed yourself to continue getting fucked in your dream, not from fear but from pleasure.

You don’t even know who the male is that is currently fucking you but your mind is so clouded with lust that you don’t even care as long as you get to reach your climax. It feels so good, even if it is just in a dream, that you didn’t even last long because after a few seconds you could already feel that tight knot in your stomach ready to snap.

After a few more thrusts, you both come undone and your body trembles at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you’ve been fucked and it feels amazing.

Soon, your mind slowly starts to wake up and your dream starts to slowly fade away.

Once your mind slowly becomes conscious, you could feel your heart currently thumping wildly in your chest and you are panting lightly, so you keep your eyes closed for a moment as you try to come down from your high.

Your eyes flutter open as you lay there in your bed and stare at the ceiling as your vision becomes less blurry, feeling slightly disheveled and there is this weird sensation between your legs. You rub your fingers against your clothed core and you jolt because you could feel it throbbing with oversensitivity.

Looks like you are going to have to change into a new pair of underwear because your current pair was completely damp from your little wet dream.

It was so strange because the dream felt so real considering the state you woke up in.

But lord, did it feel good. You felt somehow refreshed from getting some sort of action after many months, but also a little frustrated because it wasn’t enough and you wanted more.

If only you could go back to your dream on command. Curse dreams for feeling like it only lasts for a few seconds even though hours have actually passed by.

At first, you didn’t think much of it nor the male in your dream because it’s normal to have wet dreams occasionally...until it became a frequent occurrence.

The second time you had a sex dream was about a week later.

Just like last time, it was dark and you couldn’t see anything, but you were on your bed again with your ass up and face down.

You look behind your shoulder and you see him again, the same male from your previous sex dream in the exact same attire as well. This time, you can hear his sultry voice speaking. His voice was faint so you barely remember what his voice sounded like exactly, but you recall what he said:

“Are you ready?” he asks with a soothing tone.

“Yes,” you reply.

You suck in a breath when you feel a wet tongue swipe across your folds. Your toes curl and you spread your legs further apart as the man continues to eat you out. His tongue felt amazing against your dripping hole as he shoves the wet muscle deeper inside of you. He sure knows how to work his tongue on you as he plunges it into the deepest part of your slick walls.

You felt so filthy like this, completely exposed as an unknown male laps up your juices, but you could care less because you’re about to lose it when you feel two fingers rub against your clit. After all, this was just a dream.

Again, as you cum, your mind begins to slowly awaken and your dream fades to nothing once again.

This was your second wet dream in less than a month but having another sex dream should be nothing but a mere coincidence, you think to yourself. Right?

That is until you had another one. The third time you had a sex dream happens a couple days later.

Again, you see the same man but this time in a new position. He lays back comfortably on your bed while you hover over him, practically sitting naked on top of his dick sticking out of his pants.

“Ride me,” he commands as he strokes his hands on your thighs.

You place both hands on his chest and lift yourself up so your slit is directly above his cock before slowly sinking down on his length. You both throw your heads back as a moan escapes both your lips. He is buried deep inside you and you feel stuffed to the brim from his inches. Your warm cavern is tightly snug around his length and you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

You begin to ride him at a slow pace before you pick up the pace and you’re in utter bliss when you find a steady rhythm to bounce on his cock. Your tits bounce as your body moves up and down.

The pattern repeats itself as you release around him.

It happens again a fourth time and you swear you keep seeing the same man as before from your previous dreams. This is starting to become a strange recurring dream.

Another thing that all of those dreams had in common is that they all felt oddly real. You do wake up with your clothes from the night before still on and your body seems untouched when you look in the mirror but why do you feel so spent?

You think you’re just sex deprived, that’s all. Besides, dreams are just your inner desires so maybe that explains why you are having all these sex dreams.

You don’t think it is necessary to see a doctor or a professional about your strange dreams considering it isn’t causing any harm to you, like sleep deprivation.

That night, you are on a video call with your close group of friends, catching up on what all of them have been doing during quarantine because your electronics are the only forms of communication you have with other people.

Eventually, you complain to them about the outrageous amounts of sex dreams you have been having lately and how the same man keeps appearing in those dreams. Sure, it’s normal to have dreams but when you have multiple sex dreams with the same male, it’s quite concerning.

“That is weird,” your male friend ponders.

“Is he hot?” your female friend giggles.

“Gorgeous,” you dreamily sigh in content. Honestly, it’s what makes the dream that much more enjoyable.

“I saw on Tik Tok, that if you have sex in your dreams and actually felt it, it means that a very negative entity called an incubus or succubus is stealing your sexual energy,” another friend informs the group.

You start to wonder if that was the explanation behind all your sex dreams lately.

“If they want my sexual energy, then they can come and have it because they sure are making me feel good in my dreams.” you joke and your friends all laugh.

Afterwards, the conversation drifts onto a different topic.

Little did you know that a negative entity was listening to you this whole time and his lips curled up into a sinister smile at your invitation. Looks like he will be seeing you again real soon once you have drifted off to slumber.

After your video call with your friends ended, you decide it was time to head to bed since it’s getting pretty late.

You didn’t have any dreams at all that day, until the day after.

Your dream was unusual today because you’re not in the middle of sex for once. You’re just standing in a dark room still fully clothed in your pajamas. It was still dark and there wasn’t anyone else in there with you, until suddenly, you see a figure emerge from the darkness approaching towards you.

It’s him again.

This was the man, or more like being, that has been the source of your pleasure, the exact same man that you’ve been seeing in your sex dreams, so now that he stands before you, you can’t help but stare.

The male’s sharp gaze sent chills down your spine but butterflies in your stomach as well because he is intimidatingly attractive. There was a dark aura surrounding him, yet you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. His hands rest in his pants pockets and one side of his lips curl up into a sinister grin. He stops walking forward when he’s about a foot away from you.

“Hello, little one, it’s so nice to formally meet you,” the man greets.

You think you’re lucid dreaming because, for some reason, you feel yourself being able to control yourself in the dream as if you were conscious, so you decide to ask him a question that has been on your mind lately.

“Who are you?” you ask him.

“You can call me Ten,” he responds.

Your brows furrow as you try to rack your brain for any recollection of a man named Ten but nothing comes to mind. Maybe it’s a nickname he goes by?

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“Not really, but we will be seeing each other much more often from now on.”

A chill runs down your spine at his seemingly threatening statement. What does he mean by seeing each other more often from now on?

“Am I still dreaming?” you ask yourself in a hushed tone.

“You are, technically,” he states with a slight tilt of his head. “Let’s just say we are both in your mind right now.”

“And why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?” You cross your arms over your chest.

Ten smirks, “That’s because I have the ability to enter your dreams.”

What? How is that even humanly possible to enter someone else’s dreams? Unless...he’s not human.

“Who-what are you?” you nervously question as you take one step back. You feel your heel come into contact with something behind you when you took a step back but you did not turn around to look in fear of Ten doing something to you once you have your guard down.

“I’m an incubus.” he announces.

Your eyes widen like saucers at him. He’s an incubus?

You have a vague knowledge about incubus’, but you know one thing for sure is that they are sex demons. That would explain how he has the ability to enter your dreams and the eerie atmosphere around him.

Despite the daunting feeling surrounding him, his appearance does not seem like what you would picture an incubus to look like. You were expecting some horns on his head and maybe some wings, but that’s just what you assumed based on nonfiction novels and interpretations from movies depicting demons.

“You don’t look like an incubus to me,” you raise an eyebrow at him as you eye his human body up and down. You’re not sure if he is just playing around or being truthful.

“Oh, you do not want to see my demon form. Trust me,” he warns. “We have the ability to alter our appearance to take on different forms that our partners would be attracted to.”

You raise your eyebrow at him but take his word for it. After all, who knows what he would look like in his true form.

Besides, he does look absolutely captivating in his current form that you would ogle over him if you could. You’re not sure how Ten knew what attributes you were attracted to, but you assume it’s probably his demon powers, you conclude since he can shape shift, that gives him the ability to access this knowledge of yours.

Now the bigger question is what does he want with you? Did you accidentally summon a supernatural entity without your knowledge? You don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary so you don’t know why he is here and what his purpose is with you.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask.

“Oh, no no no, I have no desire to kill you. You see, as a sex demon, I thrive by consuming sexual energy from human beings in their sleep,” he elaborates. “And you, little one, you’re so sex-deprived that any sex demon could smell you from a mile radius,” he jokes with a chuckle, “You might as well have ‘fuck me’ labeled on your forehead.”

Because you are not that knowledgeable about incubus’ and succubus’, you didn’t know being sex-deprived could release a smell that could attract sex demons.

“There are more sex demons?” you curiously ask.

“Of course. There are practically hundreds of them on Earth. I’m the tenth one in existence.” Ten gestures to the mark on his chest, the number 10. And here you were thinking it was a tattoo.

“Why are you telling me all this?” you wonder.

Ten casually shrugs. “I know you’re probably curious as to why you keep seeing me in your dreams. Besides, people might just think you’re crazy if you go around saying an incubus is haunting your dreams, so I’m not worried about you exposing me. But if you do try to do anything against me, just know I have the ability to erase your memories of your dreams.” He brings his hand up to present him in a ready position to snap his fingers. “Understood?”

You hesitantly nod in understanding.

“So, how are you going to take my ‘sexual energy’?” you ask, putting quotation marks around sexual energy since you can’t see it but apparently he wants it from you.

The demon’s eyes glow a crimson red before he opens his mouth and says, “By fucking you.”

Your eyes widen from the sudden change of colors in his irises, but then you feel pink tint your cheeks at his bold statement.

“W-what?” you squeak out.

“You want to have sex and I want your sexual energy. I can satisfy that desire for you but I get to take your sexual energy. Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Besides, didn’t you say to your friends that one night that I can take your sexual energy since I make you feel good?”

You did.

Ten was staring deeply into your eyes with such intensity that you feel like a defenseless rabbit about to be eaten by a starving wolf. You gulp and sink under his devouring gaze as you feel wetness slowly pooling in your panties. Why were you actually getting turned on from this?

“There is sooo much desire and arousal radiating off of you. It’s so intoxicating. So delicious,” the demon says, stretching out the word ‘so’. His tone is dripping with want and he licks his lips to emphasize his hunger for you as he stares into your eyes.

“What do you say?” he asks with a raised brow.

You don’t know what possessed your body at that moment but you actually nod, accepting his proposal and he smiles wickedly.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you are willing to obey to his commands even though a logical person would probably run or scream at the presence of an evil entity. But your brain does not even register anything other than your lustful desire for Ten.

You gasp when he backs you up and you trip backwards into the bed where the demon’s body hovers over you as you lay under him.

Ten brings one hand to a breast where your nipples are erect and protruding against your thin pajama shirt. You whimper when you feel his fingers brush against your nub.

With a snap of his fingers, your clothes suddenly disappeared. He licks a stripe up your neck, next your collarbone, and then the valley between your breasts, causing goosebumps to form all over your body as his wet tongue swipes against your skin as if he’s trying to taste you.

You bite your bottom lip when he rubs two fingers against your folds.

“Holy shit, I barely touched you and you’re already this wet for me? How dirty” he smirks and he’s not wrong.

Maybe he was using some sort of spell or had the ability to hypnotize you, because you want him so badly right now.

He latches his mouth onto your nipple to suck on it and shoves two fingers past your folds, causing you to elicit a string of moans at the sudden intrusion. You grip onto the blanket when he inserts his digits in and out of you, hearing the squelching noises your pussy was making. Then, he begins to release his cock using his free hand from the confines of his pants and he pumps it a few times in his hand before positioning it at your entrance.

“W-wait, shouldn’t you put on a condom or something?” you panic.

“Relax, you won’t get pregnant if I cum inside of you.” he states. “I’m a sex demon, I can’t reproduce. Besides, I’ve already come inside you multiple times before.”

“I thought it was just a dream,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“We’ll then, let’s pretend like it is a dream and not worry about the consequences of your actions in your dreams,” he suggests.

Ten removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces it with his length.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he growls.

He pushes through your folds and you practically mewl at the penetration. Your nails practically dig into the blankets as he completely bottoms out inside of you. Once you were adjusted to his size, he starts his thrusts off slow but hard. As soon as you tell Ten to go faster, he practically pounds into you without any mercy and you gasp. He throws your legs over his shoulder to reach a deeper angle and it sends you over the edge.

“Yes, feels so good-ah,” you chant as he continues to pound into your throbbing pussy with his harsh pace.

Ten is hitting the deepest parts of you and you’re a moaning mess when the pace becomes faster and faster. The unknown male hits your g spot and a rush of pleasure courses through your body as you make sure he continues to abuse that particular spot.

“There! Oh fuck-” you practically scream.

This is wrong on so many levels because you are literally having sexual intercourse with a demon, yet why does it feel so incredibly good? You feel like you’re committing some kind of sin being so intimate with what is supposed to be a negative entity, but your mind is too preoccupied with lust to even comprehend that rational thought.

You chant Ten’s name like a mantra as you near your orgasm which only fuels said man’s ego because he knows no one will ever fuck you as good as he does.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right,” he grunts as he feeds off your pleasure. The more intense the sex is and the closer you get to your orgasm, the more sexual energy you release.

You feel his thrusts becoming harsher and his grip is leaving crescent-shaped marks and bruises on your thighs but you are too focused on chasing your own high to notice he is slowly becoming stronger and stronger from taking in your overwhelming amount of sexual energy.

In fact, you think his cock is actually getting bigger inside of you too but that thought is cut short when he suddenly slaps your ass cheek, causing you to yelp at the pain as the sound echoes the room.

Ten laughs at your reaction as he continues to ram inside of you at an inhumane pace and all you two can hear are the sounds of moans, bed creaking, and skin slapping against skin.

Your walls start to clench erratically around his length because you’re close. So fucking close.

Ten is close too because his breathing becomes harsher and his thrusts are becoming more uneven.

“Cumming. Ten. I’m cumming.” You announce.

Soon, you release a silent scream as you come undone and climax around his cock. Ten groans and soon comes afterwards, spilling his cum deep inside of you and painting your walls white.

Both of you just stay in your positions trying to catch your breaths while Ten is still inside of you. You are both covered in a light layer of sweat from your little activity and the place reeks of sex.

Soon, Ten pulls out of your abused hole and his seeds slowly leak out of your abused cunt.

Ten snaps his fingers and next thing you know you’re fully clothed and the mess he released inside you was gone, like nothing ever happened. Ten was fully dressed again, minus the two undone buttons, and the sweat from his body was gone.

“I’ll come back for you, little one,” he whispers and winks at you.

Suddenly, your alarm rings and you jolt awake. You look around your room, but nobody was in there except you. Then you look down to see you were still in your pajamas.

You sit up from your bed and rush over to examine your appearance in the closet mirror but nothing looks out of the ordinary, just some bed hair but that’s about it. After examining your entire body but finding nothing, you crawl back to bed and begin to think of Ten and his words.

I’ll come back for you, little one.

“Wow,” you whisper in a daze.

Was that all real or just an intense dream? Honestly, you couldn’t believe it because it felt like a straight up fantasy.

Having sex with an incubus was on a whole new level of euphoria. But then again, they are sex demons for a reason. So many dirty thoughts are running through your head as you fantasize over Ten.

Regardless of whether Ten really was an incubus having sex with you to steal your energy or just a dream, you couldn’t wait to see him in your dreams again to satisfy your fantasies.

#nct smut #ten smut #nct fanfic #nct scenarios

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bluefuckboy · 3 years

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@slackslumber @king-queenie

This baby deserves its own post.

I’d like to say Incubus Kiri’s look is based heavily off his hybrid dragon form in the fantasy au

And with that I give you over 4K words of smut

Bakugo tossed another dirtied tissue into the wastebasket next to his desk. It joined the pile of similarly stained tissues and Bakugo felt a twinge of shame as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. The video on his computer was still playing and the sound of porn stars fucking now echoed a bit in his dorm room.

Bakugo hit pause and let his head fall onto the keyboard. Nineteen years and he was still in a steady relationship with his right hand. It was sad, but what was even worse was the fact that every time he tried to muster up the courage to finally go out and find someone to fuck, he would end up chickening out before the date even started.

It also didn’t help that he was into guys. It just made things harder since every guy he’d tried to hook up with thought Bakugo was ready to spread his ass for them no sweat. Like hell he was. He was the one who would be doing the fucking.

He sighed and picked up his phone to scroll through the group of apps he’d downloaded for the sole purpose of finding someone to finally lose his virginity with. All of them were a no go tonight and all the messages were just horny guys telling him how good he’d look pinned under them.

He was about to call it a night when his phone dinged with a message from an unknown sender. It dinged again, and again, and again, until Bakugo shut the sound off to silence the chorus of bells. It was the same message, sent to all the dating apps he had.

Of course his first thought was to delete it since it obviously must be some sort of spam, but he was curious too. He glanced at the message header.

Mistress Midnight’s Midnight Delights

The font was large and gothic and Bakugo’s curiosity got the better of him as he opened the message. It was a link to another app, which Bakugo downloaded for the heck of it since the description “Pleasure with the press of a button” had piqued his interest.

The app was set up like any other dating app would be, except there was no place to fill out a profile. Just categories which included Vanilla, S/M, BDSM, and one called V Card Removal. Bakugo clicked on it and was taken to a page that was exactly what he was looking for. It was a section dedicated entirely to first timers.

He was impressed with the frankness of the app as he scrolled through descriptions ranging from “soft and sweet” to “XXX.” He stopped at one that read “D/S.” He clicked on it and was greeted with several photos of gorgeous guy sprawled out in various positions.

There was a tall, lean guy leaning against a wall with a distant look on his face. His hair was two toned, half white and half red with what looked like a birthmark around one eye. He was very handsome, but Bakugo got the vibe he was probably under the Dom category and he was definitely looking for a Sub.

He scrolled through more photos. There was a guy with crazy yellow hair that looked like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt. He was even wearing what appeared to be a Pikachu costume, complete with ears and a tail that was clearly an anal plug. It made Bakguo’s cheeks hot, but it still wasn’t quite his type.

Another guy who looked the Sub part caught his eye. He was doey eyed with green hair and a spray of freckles over his nose and cheeks. He was laying on a bed, everything visible except for the goods, which were covered by his hands in Marilyn Monroe-like pose. There was even some sparkly linen covering one of this thighs.

Bakugo scrunched his nose up. Definitely not his type. That guy would probably cry during sex and then tell you he loved you as you were trying to sneak out the door the next morning. Bakugo wanted someone who would gladly suck his cock or ask him to fuck them and make him feel like this wasn’t a desperate final attempt to no longer be a virgin.

He scrolled past green haired boy and stopped as the next photo made him do a double take. It was a red haired guy, well built with a coy, toothless smile that made Bakugo’s stomach drop slightly. He was super cute and dressed in what appeared to be a doggy kink get up.

A bright red collar circled his neck and he was holding a bone in one hand while the other rested on his knees, which were pulled up to his chest, showing off just enough of his firm thighs to make Bakugo want to grip them tightly as he made the guy whimper like a naughty puppy.

Bakugo clicked on the picture. A pop up appeared.

Would you like to summon, Red?

Red must be what the guy went by, which was fitting. Bakugo found the wording a bit strange, but the slight sparkle in this guy’s eyes made Bakguo’s throat tighten up. He slammed his thumb onto the “Summon” option.

To his surprise the phone became searing hot in his palm. He cursed and dropped it onto the floor. It started vibrating violently and Bakugo was sure he must have just downloaded a virus. But then it stopped and the air seemed to thicken.

It felt like it was weighing down on Bakugo making it hard to breathe. The phone was buzzing again, but rhythmically this time. The screen was glowing red and it got brighter and brighter until Bakugo had to cover his eyes when it became almost blinding. There was a sudden rush of air from nowhere and the atmosphere changed from suffocating to calm. There was even a scent that reminded Bakguo of a high end cologne.

He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to clear the afterimage of the bright light from the phone. The room had gone dark again as Bakugo had the lights dimmed for his me time. As his eyes adjusted his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. There was someone standing in the middle of his room.

He nearly fell over in his attempt to scramble away from the large, imposing figure. He groped for something, anything that he could possibly use to defend himself. He ended up ripping the keyboard from its spot next to the monitor, holding it in front of him like it was some sort of shield as he spoke in a shaky voice.

“Who the hell are you? How the fuck did you get in my room?”

The figure didn’t reply. There was what sounded like a snap and the room was suddenly bathed in soft lighting from sources that seemed to appear out of thin air. There were candles that had popped into existence, flickering slightly.

Now that there was adequate light, Bakugo could see that the hulking figure was none other than the guy, Red, that he had hit “summon” on. But he was far different from his photo.

For starters he was jacked as shit, way more muscular than the photo had let on. He was wearing what appeared to be tight leather pants that revealed he was packing some major heat. He had leather boots that stretched nearly up to his knees and he was completely shirtless.

Bakugo noticed there was a tattoo on the guys left shoulder that looked like the Roman Numeral for 5. In looking at the tattoo, Bakugo’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the bulging bicep it was above, which flexed as the guy crossed his arms.

“You called?”

His voice was dangerously low and gravelly. Bakugo’s eyes darted up to his face. He was handsome for sure, but his features were sharper than Bakguo had expected and there was a scar over one his eyes, which were a deep, dark color that Bakugo couldn’t quite make out in the low lighting.

They seemed to glint a bit as the guy cocked his head and growled, “Come on kid I haven’t got all day. What’ll be?”

Bakugo’s mouth gaped open and he managed to stammer out, “You’re that guy from the app? Red, right?”

Red nodded, but his expression was bored. “Yeah that’s me. But you can call me whatever you want to tonight, sweetheart.”

Bakugo eyes widened and he was about to give an angry retort, but Red was suddenly in front of him. It was too fast for a normal human. He was simply just there, mere inches away from Bakugo, who found himself pinned against the desk. He panicked and shoved the wireless keyboard into Red’s broad chest in an attempt to push him away, but it was entirely useless.

Red’s chuckle sent a chill down Bakugo’s spine and he shimmied the keyboard out of Bakugo’s shaking hands, tossing it to the side.

“Hey!” Bakugo yelled, “That shit’s expensive you ass!”

He could feel the adrenaline pumping in his veins now and it gave him a momentary bout of courage to say, “I clicked on a cute submissive guy, not you, you crazy shithead.”

Red looked confused for a second, but then his face broke into a grin. His casual laugh caught Bakugo off guard and Red said, “Shit. That’s my bad. I forgot to update that photo.”

He was suddenly too close for comfort and Bakugo could feel his hot breath against his face as Red crooned, “I used to play the sweet puppy act, but now I’m more of an alpha.”

He grinned again, this time showing teeth which were unnaturally sharp. Bakugo shivered as Red whispered, “I can be the Big Bad Wolf if you want, babe.”

Bakugo felt the edge of the desk dig into the small of his back as he tried to lean back as Red came closer. He loomed over him and Bakugo felt small and almost vulnerable. This wasn’t what he wanted, and the taunting smirk on Red’s face was making him even more pissed off.

He somehow managed to wriggle his arms up and pound his fists into Red’s chest, which was sold as a rock. It was enough to provide a small sliver of space for Bakugo to shimmy out of Red’s grasp and stand in front of him.

“Go back to wherever the fuck you came from and get the fuck out of my room.”

Red cocked an eyebrow. “Aw you’re kicking me out? But I’m just getting started. We pride ourselves on service at Mistress Midnight’s. So I’m not leaving until you’re satisfied.”

Red was suddenly right next to him again. Bakugo didn’t have time to try and maneuver out of the way as the man’s wide palms were at his hips, holding him in place. That heavy, almost suffocating feeling was in the atmosphere again.

“Let me go!” Bakugo growled, struggling in vain, his fists pounding against Red’s chest.

One of Bakugo’s wrists was grabbed by Red and yanked back so that they were pressed flush against each other. Red’s other hand was now on Bakugo’s ass and Bakugo could feel the heat between their bodies.

The hand on Bakugo’s ass slipped into his boxers. Red’s palm was like fire against Bakguo’s skin and he hissed slightly as he tried to pull out of Red’s vice like grip. The air grew even thicker and Bakugo’s lungs felt like they were about to cave in, but then everything seemed to stop as Red pressed their lips together.

Bakugo wasn’t just a a virgin sexually. He had also never kissed anyone before. The sensation was strange, a tingly feeling that had him focusing on the soft give of Red’s lips instead of the hand kneading his asscheck slightly.

Bakugo inhaled sharply as something wet came to tease at the seam of his lips. Red’s tongue slipped past Bakugo’s lips, snaking it’s way past his teeth and forcing Bakugo’s mouth open. Bakugo panted into Red’s mouth as Red’s tongue caressed every inch of Bakugo’s mouth, until Bakugo’s knees began to shake.

When Red finally pulled back Bakugo was gasping for air. He knew kissing was supposed to be good, but this was on another level. His lips felt swollen and he flinched as Red dragged a thumb along his bottom lip, gathering the bit of spit that coated it. Bakugo watched with wide eyes as Red sucked the saliva off the pad of his thumb with an obscene pop before smacking his lips.

“You virgins always taste so sweet,” Red commented.

Bakugo flushed and he looked down sheepishly at his feet. In doing so he noticed the boner he must have popped at some point during their make out session. Out of habit he tried to cover himself with the hand that wasn’t being held by Red, but it was snatched away so both his wrists were in Red’s grasp.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. This the whole reason I’m here, remember?”

Red punctuated the statement by grinding his hips into Bakugo’s. Bakugo let out a very unmanly squeal as he felt Red’s own erection press against him. Red made a strange noise, but Bakugo didn’t have time to register it as he was suddenly being slammed into the wall.

His back hit with a solid thud and the air was knocked out of him. He gasped for breath, but then forgot how to breathe entirely as he saw that Red’s eyes were glowing, the pupils thin slits, almost reptilian.

But it wasn’t just Red’s eyes that had changed. His teeth were sharp like a shark’s, glistening in dim room. Black horns topped his forehead, fitting perfectly with the spikes of his red hair. The tips of his ears had elongated slightly, ending in distinct points. The hands that came to cup Bakugo’s ass again ended in sharp points that stung as Red dug his nails in. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Red had suddenly sprouted wings. Giant, leathery wings that looked bat-like. They were folded, but flared out slightly as he grinned at Bakugo wickedly. Something caught Bakugo’s attention from the corner of his eye. There was also a tail flipping back and forth behind Red, which ended in a heart shaped spike.

“Y-youre a demon?” Bakugo gasped, shaking even more now.

Red’s wings flattened agains his back. “In broad terms sure. But the correct word is Incubus.”

“Incuwhat?”

“To put it very simply, a sex demon.”

“S-sex demon?”

Bakugo’s whole body was hot. Red’s now inhuman appearance was frightening, but there was something also oddly erotic about it. His eyes seemed to draw you in and despite how dangerous they looked, Bakugo found himself wanting to delve his tongue into Red’s mouth now, tracing the points of those teeth. Said teeth were suddenly nibbling lightly at Bakugo’s neck, down his collarbone which Red laved his tongue over, dipping into the hollow and making Bakugo’s body spasm.

He’d been turned on plenty of times but this was different. It was like his body was craving more each time Red would touch him. He wanted to feel Red’s naked chest against his own, and he found himself clumsily trying to yank his shirt off.

Red chuckled and the garment was discarded along with Bakugo’s boxers, leaving Bakugo entirely exposed. Red’s eyes flicked over Bakugo’s trembling body and it felt like everywhere he looked became hot. Bakugo’s cock was already fully erect and Red’s eyes lingered on it.

He pursed his lips, as though in thought, and then he was kissing Bakugo with such force that Bakguo thought he might suffocate. Red’s mouth was wet and hot, but there was something snaking up his leg, winding round his thigh, dancing lightly over the dip in his pelvis until he felt it coil round his throbbing cock.

It was Red’s tail, wrapping Bakguo from base to tip, making him mewl into Red’s mouth. The pressure around his cock was just enough to make Bakugo want more, it was almost a tease, but then the tip of Red’s tail flicked over the head of Bakugo’s cock.

It was a completely foreign feeling, rough, but warm, and agonizingly stimulating. Red’s tail tightened around Bakugo’s cock and he began to pump him slowly while he teased Bakugo’s slit, which was dripping precum onto the leathery skin.

Red separated their mouths briefly and Bakugo gasped for air. Red’s eyes were hypnotizing and the slow fuck of his tail around Bakugo’s cock had him close to orgasm. But then the sensation was suddenly gone and Bakugo made a disappointed noise.

Red chuckled, “Don’t worry. We’re only getting started.”

Bakguo was swept up effortlessly by Red’s strong arms and deposited on his bed, still very much naked, and still very much aroused. Red stood over the bed, looking like a predator deciding how to devour its prey. His wings flexed slightly.

“You know what, I’m feeling generous tonight, so I’ll give you some special service. But first I wanna see you on your hands and knees.”

Bakugo’s brow furrowed. “My what?”

Red’s eyes began to glow brighter. “I said get on all fours.”

It was an order and Bakugo scrambled to position himself on the bed. He looked up at Red, who tutted at him before bending down so their faces were level. Bakugo’s eyelids were heavy and he opened his mouth eagerly for Red as they shared a languid kiss.

But then another order came. “Turn around.”

Bakugo hesitantly maneuvered so his backside was toward Red. He couldn’t help the blush that spread over his cheeks and all the way down to his chest. He could hear Red make a noise of approval and then Bakugo’s head was being shoved down into the sheets so his ass was in the air.

“Now be a good boy and stay still.”

Bakugo flinched as Red cupped his ass. The claws on his fingers dug into the skin ever so slightly and Bakugo tried to move away but was stopped with a hard slap to his left cheek followed by a growl from Red.

“I said don’t move.”

Bakugo’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears. The sting from where Red had slapped him was turning him on even more. He wanted to feel more so he purposefully pushed himself up from the bed.

Red’s claws dug into his scalp almost instantly, forcing his head back down as the satisfying sound of Red’s palm hitting the creamy skin of Bakugo’s ass echoed through the room. Bakguo moaned slightly and the grip on his hair vanished.

He could feel Red’s hands cup the angry red marks he’d left on Bakugo’s ass. Near perfect handprints. But Red was far from done as he spread Bakugo open. It was what Bakugo had wanted to do to the cute boy in a collar. But instead he was being worked open by a demon whose hot breath beat against his quivering hole.

Bakugo buried his face deeper in the the sheets, balling them up with his fists as he felt something wet flick at his entrance. Red’s hands tightened on Bakugo’s cheeks and then Bakugo cried out as Red’s tongue pressed into him ever so slightly.

Bakugo had tried anal play once, just to see if it was anything he was interested in. He’d managed to get two fingers in, but could never find the sweet spot he’d heard about, which was part of the reason he wanted to top.

But now, as Red’s tongue circled rings of muscles, any remaining wishes to top were long gone. In fact he found himself trying to lean in closer to Red, who was fucking him slowly with a tongue that was far to long for any human being.

It was reaching places Bakugo didn’t even know he had. Red curled his tongue slightly and Backugo let out a muffled scream of pleasure. He had the sheets between his teeth now, biting down in an attempt to keep quiet as this was a dorm.

But Red seemed to have other ideas. His tongue was pulled out, making Bakugo’s body shake. He felt the bed dip and then Red was draped over him, his chest pressed flush against Bakugo’s sweaty back. Somehow Red’s pant’s were gone and Bakugo could feel something firm and hot slide between his cheeks for a moment.

Red yanked the sheet out of Bakugo’s mouth and replaced it with two of his fingers, hooking them into Bakugo’s bottom jaw. He couldn’t feel the points of Red’s claws, but sharp teeth came to nibble on his ear as Red whispered.

“I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you.”

Bakugo’s last bit of sanity snapped as he felt the tip of Red’s tail suddenly slip inside of his quivering hole. The fingers in his mouth were making him drool onto the sheets. The flared tip of Red’s tail had slid in surprisingly easily and Bakugo clenched around it.

He let out a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making as the tip of Red’s tail brushed against an area that had Bakugo seeing stars. He heard a growl of approval, and the fingers in his mouth were taken out.

“Tell me what you want,” Red asked, his voice a low rumble.

Bakugo’s voice shook as he found himself saying, “I want you to fuck me.”

Red smiled devilishly. “Good boy. Now scream for me.”

The tip of the tail pressed right against Bakugo’s prostate and Bakugo let out a high pitched whine. It didn’t seem to satisfy Red though and his tail was slipped out quickly, leaving Bakugo’s hole clenching at air. But then the solid head of Red’s cock was there.

Red pushed in ever so slightly and Bakugo whined.

“You want more?”

Bakugo could only nod, his head bobbing up and down erratically as he panted into the sheets. Red’s tail wrapped around Bakugo’s right leg, almost holding him there as he positioned himself at Bakugo’s entrance.

In one thrust he entered him all the way and Bakugo did indeed scream. It felt like he was being ripped apart. Red’s cock was huge, filling him up in a way he never knew he wanted. He cried out again as Red pulled out before slamming back in.

Bakugo cummed as Red’s cock hit his prostate. He could feel himself clench around Red and it was almost too much as Red pulled out again and started fucking him hard and fast. Bakugo’s muscles relaxed slightly after his orgasm and somehow Red slid even deeper into him.

A low growl rumbled from behind Bakugo’s head and he felt wet strands of saliva dripping onto his back. He somehow managed to glance up at Red and the sight pushed him forward into a second orgasm.

The incubus looked like an animal in heat. He was salivating, panting heavily as he fucked into Bakugo. His wings had spread out so they filled the cavity between the bed and the ceiling. They trembled with what Bakugo hoped was Red’s own pleasure. Red’s tail tightened around Bakgugo’s leg and then Red came.

As he did he dug his claws into Bakugo’s hips, but Bakugo didn’t register the pain. He was entirely fixated on the feel of Red’s hot cum filling him up. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before and it was amazing. Red was still thrusting and Bakugo didn’t expect to feel even more spurts of cum shoot inside him. It was like Red was trying to pump him full.

With a loud moan Red’s forehead fell to rest on Bakugo’s shoulder. Bakugo could feel breath beat against his skin, cooling the saliva sticking to it. When Red finally pulled out Bakugo felt slick sliding out of him. He shuddered and tried to look up at Red again, but he couldn’t.

He was feeling strange all of a sudden. Like his body was being dragged down into the bed, his limbs becoming heavy. It was becoming hard to focus and a soft buzzing was starting to fill his head.

He was lifted like a rag doll and plopped back onto the bed. Red’s wet tongue swept up his abdomen and Bakugo shivered. He groaned as he felt Red’s mouth at his cock for a moment, licking up the cum that had dribbled down. He felt a strange sensation at the jut of his hip. It burned slightly but then it was over and exhaustion and post coitus bliss washed over him, drowning him into a deep sleep.

He faintly heard Red say something to him, but he was out before he could understand what it was.

When he awoke the next morning he was tucked into bed. His phone was on the nightstand, sheets neat and clean as though last night had never happened. Bakugo wondered if that was the case. It could have been one hell of a dream, and probably had to be.

An incubus fucking him senseless? That was the stuff of fiction. Bakugo sighed. He didn’t deny the fact that part of him wished it had been real. He could almost feel the burn from Red’s hands on his ass. As he shifted slightly, he did feel something with his ass however. It was a numb feeling and he sprung up, regretting doing so as his back throbbed painfully.

He tore the sheets off and waddled over to the mirror hanging on the closet door. Sure enough, as he yanked his boxers down there were distinctly shaped red marks on each cheek. It made Bakguo’s heart flutter for some reason, but then he noticed something else.

There was another mark on his hip. It was writing. He craned his neck down to make it out. It looked like it had been written with a sharp object and was more of a scar than anything. Bakugo’s eyebrows raised at the words.

Property of Eijiro

Eijiro? Bakugo didn’t know an Eijiro. He was thoroughly confused but then the moment before he passed out came rushing back. Red had carved this into him. He’d also whispered to him words which made Bakugo shiver remembering them.

“Next time I want my name on your lips as you cum. You’re mine now.”

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zoom [bonus chapter]

back to you [series masterlist]

pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: smut (18+), language, fluff

word count: 2.1k

a/n: we can all thank zoom university for this chapter, i hope you like it

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Poe was not prepared to shift his class from in-person to online.

He had a feeling deep in his gut this could happen. The virus had hit every state in the country and was spreading at an incredibly high rate. Vacations were being refunded, flights canceled…yours and Poe’s annual spring break trip to Kes’ one of them. It sucked, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Everything was closing down - restaurants, retailers, movie theaters…soon it would be the universities. Spending spring break at home gave Poe time to get his classes online so he’d have something to teach his students when classes resumed.

You were a week and a half into working from home when Poe got the news about a temporary campus shutdown. He was told that classes would be completely online for two weeks following the end of spring break, but the rapid rise in cases and declining hospital capacity made it unsafe and President Organa made the decision that classes would stay online until the end of the semester. The only one who had been truly thrilled about this decision was Beebs.

To say it was a little bit of struggle for Poe would be an understatement. He hated doing things on the fly; he liked to be prepared. He also loved being in the classroom with his students. Zoom University took that away from him, but at least he still had a job. And for that he was grateful.

Your job offered a little more leniency, though furlough rumors that were just whispers at the virtual water cooler were becoming more audible each day that passed. With just a couple of meetings a week, both with your creative team and one-on-one with your boss, you were pretty much on your own. That meant you were able to get up and move around while you were working. You rotated through different rooms in your brand new house, but more often than not you ended up across from Poe at the dining room table with your headphones in.

You’d sometimes crash his classes when you needed a break from work or when you were bored because you were done with work. You’d make faces at him, write something funny on a whiteboard or notebook and hold it up for him to read, or obscenely lick a lollipop or spoon. Even though your college career had come to an end, you were still hot for teacher and when you sat across from him and watched him teach with the enthusiasm you admired, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back to the dirty thoughts you had about him when you were his student.

You also wondered just how far you could act on those dirty thoughts and one warm April day fresh into being furloughed gave you the perfect opportunity.

Walking into the kitchen, your bare legs caught Poe’s attention from the dining room. The hem of his t-shirt reached your upper thigh and you made sure to stretch up on your tiptoes to grab a cup from the very top shelf just so he’d get a flash of your sexy barely there black lace underwear. The complete sentences he’d been talking in were disrupted and he stumbled over his words as the sight of you took over. You poured yourself a glass of water, leaning against the counter as you took a sip and stretching your legs out.

“Babe?” Poe temporarily muted himself, leaning just far enough out of the frame to lick his lips and stare at your legs. “Can I have a glass of water?”

The little sway you put in your hips continued to keep him a little unfocused as you grabbed another glass and filled it with water. You set it down beside his computer and he took a huge gulp of it before looking back at his computer when one of his student’s grabbed his attention.

“What exactly do you want out of this essay? The question seem a little vague.”

As he started to answer her question, Poe failed to see you slip underneath the table. Your hands tugging on his sweatpants made him gasp and his jaw drop ever so slightly. You shot him a flirty smile and put your finger over your lips. His head snapped back up as he remembered his class was watching him.

“Sorry, um…m-my dog licked my foot and I didn’t know he was under the table.”

You had to bite back a laugh to keep from revealing his lie as the girls in his class audibly swooned. Beebs was currently on the living room couch taking his early afternoon nap, though he had made an appearance on camera before due to some incessant barking over a couple of squirrels. You bit your lip to keep from making any noise as you dipped your hand under the band of his sweats. Poe visibly gulped as you wrapped your hand around him.

“The, uh…the prompts are meant to be broad so you can, um…” He let out a breath as you pumped him slowly. “Are you…h-how many of you are having trouble with the prompts?”

A few of his students raised their hands and he swallowed hard. His voice shook as he tried his best to not concentrate at the pleasure he was beginning to feel from your hand.

“O-Okay…um…” Poe nearly choked on his words at the touch of your tongue on the tip of his cock. Your mouth suddenly enveloped him, head bobbing at a teasing pace.

“Sorry, um…whatever comes to mind when you think of the question is what I want your essay to show.” He was powering through, focusing completely on the twenty pairs of eyes that were on him. “Send me an email with your ques—“

His breath caught in his throat as his cock slid closer to the back of your throat. He cleared his throat and stuck his hand in your hair, grabbing it in a vice grip and holding your head in place. “—questions. If you want to attach a rough draft, you can and I can give you some feedback. Sound okay?”

His students collectively nodded and you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, making Poe squirm in his seat.

“Perfect. Alright, um…I-I have to prep for my next class so I-I’ll see you all on Thursday.”

He loosened his grip on your hair and you started moving your head again. Whatever willpower he had left he used to leave the meeting, a loud groan erupting from deep in his chest when he knew he was in the clear. He threw his head back as he touched the back of your throat again, pulling another helpless moan from him.

“That was—“ He shifted again in his seat and you held his thighs to keep him still, the way your mouth was taking him so deep making him squirm. “Fuck baby, that was cruel.”

You popped off of him and smirked, running your tongue along the length of him. “Was it though?”

Poe chuckled and moaned again as you took him back into your mouth. His hands slipped into your hair and he looked down at you. Your face was half hidden by the table and despite being in your own home, the whole thing felt erotic and a little bit porny. He tensed in his seat and his breathing picked up and it was then that you decided to release him and come out from under the table.

“Why’d you stop?” Poe asked as he pushed his chair back from the table. You eyed the way his cock laid against his lower stomach.

“You have class in fifteen minutes.”

Smirking, Poe pulled you towards him by the front of your shirt, grabbing your thighs and moving you into his lap.

“We need to make this quick then.” The dark, lust-blown look in his eyes showed he was serious and he laughed at the look on your face. “Don’t look so surprised, you started this…now I want you to finish it.”

You responded by rubbing your clothed core over his cock. He grabbed your hip and held you still as he pulled your panties to the side. Grabbing his cock and giving him a few more pumps, you lined him up with your entrance and sunk down onto him, seating yourself in his lap and taking him all the way in on the first pass.

“You are so fucking wet.” He exhaled deeply, the feeling of being inside of you a sensation he’d never get tired of. A smirk crossed your face as you started to grind against him.

“Its a turn on watching you squirm.”

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him hotly, your tongue sliding into his mouth as you moved up and down in his lap. He swallowed your moans, his hands squeezing your ass before moving up to your hips and guiding you. You tore your lips away from him to moan out a drawn out “fuck!” as he hit that spot that made your toes curl, your head falling back in complete ecstasy.

“You gotta move faster than that if you want to come, sweetheart.” His words, deep and breathy, were felt across your lips. “We’re finishing this before my class starts whether you come or not.”

“I could just go into the other room and finish myself off.”

He kissed down to your neck, a breathy moan coming from you as he sucked a hickey onto it.

“Not a fucking chance.”

The chair beneath you rocked as you bounced in his lap, the tips of your toes on the carpet giving you leverage. Poe suddenly grabbed your thighs and stood up, ignoring your yelp of surprise and setting you down onto the table. He pushed his laptop away and his glass of water fell to the ground with a quiet thud. Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care as he snapped his hips against yours at a punishing speed. A cry of pleasure left your lips at the sudden change in ferocity and you nearly jumped when his thumb made contact with your clit. His free hand caught your calf and kept your leg up around his waist, giving himself the perfect angle to drive deeper into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched off of the table as you dug your fingers into his back. His name fell from your lips with each brush of his cock against your g-spot.

Poe came with a loud moan, his resolve disappearing in hopes that he could get you off first. But you weren’t far behind, his sloppy thrusts and quick movements against your clit enough to send you toppling over the edge. Your body convulsed with pleasure and a gentle bite to your neck made you gasp. Both of you were breathless as his thrusts slowed, eventually coming to a stop. He lifted you once again, his cock staying inside you as he moved back into his chair.

“How am I supposed to face my class on Thursday?” A soft smile gracing his handsome face as he looked at the mess he made of you, your cheeks flushed with exertion and hair falling into your face. “They’re not stupid, they totally knew what was going on.”

A breathless giggle left your lips as he cupped your cheek. “That’s for you to figure out. It better be good though, because I doubt they bought the Beebs excuse.”

He chuckled as he kissed you gently, the kind that let butterflies loose in your stomach. Your hand covered the one resting on your cheek and you pulled it away to look at the time. “Three minutes.”

“Perfect timing,” he said as you carefully stood up and readjusted your panties. He tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed his computer to log into his next class.

“We’re masters at quickies,” you said as you leaned down and kissed him once more before heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. “Have fun in class!”

Chances were very high that Poe would get you back for this sometime in the next week or so. The way you two teased each other, you knew he’d try to hold out as long as possible and catch you completely off guard. It was such a fun and simple way to mix things up in lockdown. After all, you and Poe were practically experts in bunkering down at home, unable to go out in public and having to find ways to entertain yourselves.

You supposed you could actually thank Hux for that.

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Isolation

Title: Isolation

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,224

Warnings: Smidge of Angst, Bit of Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Terrible pickup lines (Thank you Austin Powers), Touch Starvation, More Fluff! Implied Sexy Time. Comfort Fic!!

Summary: When the croatoan virus takes over half the country, you haul ass to the bunker where your two best friends are to keep you safe. Only, one of them you have had feelings for and the other keeps encouraging you to tell him.

Square Filled: The Bunker ( @spndeanbingo) Cuddling ( @spnfluffbingo)

A/N: This one is for Help You Anon, who needs this the most. I also absolutely loveeee how this one turned out! I hope y’all do too!! Happy Reading!

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you raced down the empty open roads of Lebanon Kansas. You were mere minutes away from your destination and you couldn’t have been any happier. You didn’t want to be out in the open anymore. You didn’t want to run the infinitely large risk that came with it.

You were a hunter and had been since you were old enough to hold a knife. Not that you were allowed in that sense. You came from a long line of hunters. Your dad, his parents before that. It was the Family Business as he told you. Killing evil sons of bitches was the day job, and at times like this, it came with it’s perks. Those perks being the only friends you had.

Sam and Dean Winchester.

You and the Winchester’s went way back. Hell, you’ve known them since you were a kid. They were the only two that you could be completely honest with. They knew the life, just like you did. It also helped that you were in the middle of the two of them. Two years younger than Dean and two years older than Sammy. You fit right in with the two of them. You always had.

You pulled up to the bunker, a place you had been a hundred times. Dean had the garage open for you to park your car inside. You didn’t want to leave it out in the open and attract the wrong kind of people.

Dean was waiting for you in the garage, leaning against the front of his car with his arms crossed over his body. You smiled at the sight of him. He was in single layers. A dark green henley to be exact, and a pair of jeans with a rip in the knee. His usual hunting boots on and a soft smile playing on his pink plump lips. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him.

You put your car in park before cutting the ignition. You kicked the car door open quickly, moving over to him to engulf him in your arms. The smell of his cologne mixed with whiskey filled your nose. A smell you had come to associate with the older Winchester. God, it was good to see him.

“Hi sweetheart,” he beamed, squeezing you once more before releasing you.

“Thank you for letting me stay,” you smiled.

“Thanks for keeping us informed,” he breathed out. “You know you’re more than welcome here.”

“I like to call first,” you winked. “Any idea how this could’ve happened?”

“Sam’s looking into it,” he started. “Is it everywhere?”

“Yeah pretty much. I passed one car on my way here from Sioux Falls, Dean. Everywhere is a ghost town. It’s kind of scary actually! I didn’t want to be alone,” you admitted. “Not out there.”

“Well, your room is exactly the way you left it. We’ve got enough supplies to last us,” he assured you. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.”

Dean helped you carry your bag in from the trunk into the bunker. You protested a little of course, but it was useless when it came to Dean. You followed behind him, shutting the garage door behind you. He led you inside, heading to the library where he knew his brother would be. You brushed the stray piece of hair behind your ear as you got closer to the library. The sight of Sam sitting in his chair made you smile.

“Hiya Sammy,” you called out. He pulled his attention away from his computer, a wide smile appearing on his features. He got up quickly, rounding the table. You met him halfway, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, squeezing him tightly.

“You look amazing, darlin’,” he told you as his arms snaked around your waist. “It’s been too long.”

“It has,” you agreed. “Lucky for you, you’re stuck with me for awhile.”

“As long as you’re making those cookies,” he chuckled, releasing you from his hold. He had the softest smile playing on his lips, making you feel right at home.

“You got it,” you nodded. “I’ll even make Dean my special apple pie.”

“I knew I said you could stay for a reason,” he let out a laugh. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you settled in.”

You followed Dean through the halls of the bunker, heading straight to the room they had for you. It was right next to Dean’s. You had picked it when they let you stay the first time. You wanted to be close to Dean because you felt safer when he was in close proximity. He had always protected you and made you feel safe. Ever since you were little, it had been that way.

“Here we are,” he stopped. Door number twelve. You could see your reflection in the two shiny, gold numbers. You gave Dean a warm smile, reaching for the door handle. You stepped inside first, flicking on the light. The room was exactly the way you left it. Even the papers on the desk. It was your space.

“Thanks for carrying my bag in,” you smiled at him.

“It’s no problem,” he said, placing your bag down on the bed. “You want to get changed into something comfortable? I’ll grab you a beer and make some popcorn. We can watch a movie?”

“I’d love to,” you nodded.

“Good,” he half smiled, turning away to head out of your room.

“Hey De,” you called out.

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“You look good,” you smiled, turning away from him to hide the heat that was rushing to your cheeks.

“Says you, Y/N,” he told you, slipping out of your room quietly.

You couldn’t contain your smile as he shut the door behind him. You had always had a thing for Dean Winchester. Ever since you were a kid. He was cute, of course. But it was his protective nature that really reeled you in. The way he kept you safe. The way he made you laugh, and the way he was with you. He was one of the good ones. Only he saw you as his little sister, and not as anything else. You knew that, and you accepted it a long time ago. The flirty banter between the two of you was just a habit. It was the two of you being comfortable with one another. Just like it was when you played with Sam’s hair during down time.

You pulled out your favourite pair of sweatpants, and an oversized shirt you were sure you stole from Dean years ago. It was something comfortable. You threw your hair up in a messy bun before changing. You couldn’t wait to be hidden in the bunker with your two favourite people.

You slipped out of your room, making your way through the halls once more. The smell of popcorn filled your nose instantly. You were so ready for a movie night with the Winchester’s. You were back in the library, looking over at Sam still glancing at his computer.

“Hey,” you greeted him, walking over to the table. You took a seat on the table, your feet on the chair next to him.

“How are you holdin’ up?” he asked, glancing up at you as he leaned back.

“I’m calming down now that I’m here,” you answered. “Thanks for asking.”

“You looked a little overwhelmed when you got here,” he pointed out. “Not that I blame you. It’s everywhere. I just got off the phone with Garth. He said his town is the same. Croatoan virus.”

“What caused this, Sammy?” you questioned, swallowing hard as you looked down.

“I wish I knew,” he frowned. “Hell, it could be the angels stirring up trouble again.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

“Well, you’re safe now. The bunker is warded. You’ve got us,” he smiled. “You and Dean having a movie night?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “You joining us?”

“Nah, not tonight,” he shook his head. “I’m going to go for a run on the treadmill. Clear my head.”

“You okay?” you furrowed your brows.

“Yeah,” he nodded, casting his head down. “Just - this whole thing is going to be more than we can handle. All those innocent people. Sometimes this job sucks, you know?”

“I get that,” you breathed out, reaching your hand over to hold his. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.” You squeezed his hand.

“You finally going to do something about your crush on Dean,” he changed the subject, giving you a sly smile.

“No,” you chuckled. “Nice try though.”

“Well, we are stuck in here for however long. I don’t want the sexual tension to get to be too much,” he joked, squeezing your hand.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Since I’m here, can I braid your hair later?”

“Sure,” he shook his head with a wide smile. “Go have fun with Dean. We’ll hang out tomorrow.”

“Will do. You know where to find me if you need me,” you told him. You hopped off the table, circling around him. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking off to the kitchen. You could see the look of defeat on his face. You hoped that a good run on the treadmill was going to help him.

You skipped into the kitchen, the smell of the popcorn getting stronger. You saw Dean standing next to the stove with a huge bowl of popcorn next to him. A case of beer was set out, ready for your night to begin.

“You ready?” you asked with a wide smile.

“You know it,” he chuckled. “You want to grab the beer. I’ve got the snacks.” You nodded your head, stepping into the kitchen to grab the beer off the counter. Dean had the popcorn bowl in one hand and the chocolate and candy in the other.

“Lead the way, handsome,” you smiled.

He gave you a soft smile, walking out of the kitchen to head out. You watched the way his legs moved as he made his way to the Dean cave. He had changed into his comfortable sweats and kept his henley on. You loved it when he was comfortable for movie nights.

You stepped onto the Dean cave, smiling at the sight before you. It had changed a lot since you were last in it. It still had the kegs and the foosball table. The old chairs were there, but there was now a bigger couch in there now. One with lots of room for you to get comfortable. Blankets were folded at one end. A big pile of them. There were actual pillows, and a coffee table.

“Look at this place,” you smiled.

“We changed a few things,” he smiled. “You should’ve seen Sam, Cas and I trying to get the couch in here.”

“Oh god, that must have been hilarious,” you beamed, taking a seat on one side of the couch. “What do you feel like watching, Winchester?”

“Uh, what about a classic? I was thinking Austin Powers,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shall we shag now, or shag later?” you let out a laugh. “You know I’m always for watching that.”

“Alright,” he nodded, grabbing the remote off the table. The bowl of popcorn was set between you. The candy and chocolate next to it. You reached over, taking two beers out of the case. You opened one up for Dean, handing it over to him before opening your own. You took a good sip of it. You felt yourself calming down as the beer hit your empty stomach. You didn’t know how much you needed it until that first sip.

The beginning of the movie was silent. You munched away at the popcorn. Your hands meeting the odd time, making you laugh a little. It was nice to just be able to sit there with him and enjoy a good movie.

Eventually you got tired of the popcorn and it was moved to the table. Dean opened the peanut m&ms and moved a little closer to you. You couldn’t deny that your heart began to race when his thigh pressed to yours.

“How was your last hunt?” He asked towards the end of the movie.

“Good,” you shrugged. “Simple salt and burn. Nothing extensive. I welcome the easy ones these days.”

“Yeah no kidding,” he chuckled. “When was this one?”

“Yesterday actually. Before everything went all fucky. Sam thinks it has something to do with the angels.”

“Me too,” he nodded. “Cas is MIA.”

“Guess we gotta lay low until we know,” you said. “I could definitely do with more movie nights. It’s been awhile.”

“It has,” he nodded. “You still hunting with what’s his name?”

“Cory? And no,” you shook your head. “We uh - parted ways a few months back.”

“Weren’t you two-“

“Yeah, at one point,” you swallowed hard. “But it didn’t mean anything to him and he continued to screw other people. I couldn’t do it. We split and I’ve been on my own ever since.”

“You’re hunting solo?” He asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

“I’m being careful,” you stated.

“Damnit, Y/N!”

“I know,” you breathed out, suddenly finding the label on the bottle interesting. “Truth is, I haven’t been hunting that much. I’ve worked maybe four or five cases since we split. One was with Jody. You guys and the demon hunt. The others were salt and burns. I’m not really on a suicide mission. I know the job kills well enough. I’ve been taking breaks here and there. Working in bars. Hustling pool now and again. It’s been quiet.”

“You could’ve stayed here, you know,” he pointed out.

“I know,” you nodded. “But you also know that I need some space sometimes. Things with Cory - it didn’t feel right. There was so much trust built with us being hunters. Someone I could actually see myself sharing my life with. But he didn’t want to be tied down and I couldn’t trust him after finding that out. It just sucked to find out the person you were with wasn’t the person you thought they were.”

“That why you want to stay with us?” He cocked his eyebrow. “Tired of running?”

“Tired of being alone, Dean,” you admitted. This conversation was getting to be too much for you and you hadn’t had nearly enough to drink to continue it. You didn’t want pity and you didn’t want Dean to find out that you had a big ol’ crush on him either. Some things were better left hidden. This was one of them. “Anyway, I’m glad to be here to watch movies with you, Mr Bigglesworth.”

“Cute,” he let out a laugh. “For the record, Cory’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, he is. He’s not a Winchester,” you smiled.

“No one is as stupid as us,” he joked, nudging you with his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you let out a laugh. “More like dumb.”

“Yeah whatever,” he smirked. The end credits rolled up on the screen. Dean reached for the remote, turning the movie off. “You feel like watching the second one?”

“Maybe tomorrow night,” you said as you yawned. “Today was a long day and I’m looking forward to sleeping in a bed that doesn’t have a puke coloured comforter.”

“Alright, fair enough,” he nodded. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your room.”

You got up off the couch first, stretching your sore muscles before starting to walk to the doorway. Dean was right behind you, his hands on your shoulders as if he wasn’t going to be able to keep up somehow. It made you smile. Then again, a lot of things about Dean made you smile.

You stopped at the number twelve on your door, turning to face Dean. He had a soft smile playing on his lips and his hands were now shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. He looked a lot happier than you had seen him the last couple of months. His eyes were a little brighter and the bags under his eyes weren’t as bad as they had been. Unless that was the hallway lighting, but even then, it could only do so much.

“Thanks, Dean,” you half smiled, looking up at him.

“You know where to find me if you need me, okay?” he assured you, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. The simple gesture made your heart soar. You didn’t want to give away the fact that it did.

“Right next to mine,” you breathed out, nodding your head. He moved his hand away, and gave you a half smile before turning to walk back down the hall. There was a part of you that was screaming inside, begging him to come back and stay with you. You didn’t want him to stray too far, and you certainly didn’t want to be on your own again. Not after doing it for the last six months. But Dean was your friend. He wasn’t going to be what Cory was to you. He’s not a warm body to sleep next to, or someone you could have that life with. He was Dean Winchester. “Hey Dean?”

“Yeah?” he turned back to look at you. You took a few steps forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, engulfing him in a hug. He hugged you back instantly. His arms slipping around your waist, tugging you in close to him. You melted against him this time. There was no rush or pressure to get things moving. You got to enjoy the feeling of being in his arms, and that was exactly what you needed.

“Night,” you smiled, releasing him from your arms. You knew if you didn’t then, you weren’t going to.

“Night, sweetheart,” he whispered. You turned back to your room, opening the door without another word.

You took a deep breath as soon as the door shut. The lingering feeling of Dean’s arms was still coursing through you. A feeling you never wanted to stop. It had been so long since you had that kind of affection. Sure, you hugged Sam earlier, but it wasn’t the same as it was from Dean. You fit perfectly in Dean’s arms, it seemed.

You tiptoed your way over to your bed, pulling the comforter back before slipping inside. The sheets were cold against your body at first. The room was a little colder than you were used to. It was that time of year, and it didn’t help that the bunker was underground.

You glanced at your phone for the first time since you got to the bunker. The first thing you saw was a text from Cory. With the Croatoan virus going on, he was looking for a warm bed and someone to hide out with. He tried his hardest to try and reconnect with you when he was lonely. He was the reason why you were too. The reason why you were so touch starved and craved Dean all the more.

You turned over, trying to make yourself more comfortable. The light from the hallway was beaming in the bottom vent. You let out a huff, trying to make yourself comfortable on your pillow. You could always get up and sneak into Dean’s room. Claim you had a nightmare and you didn’t want to be alone. That would at least get you in the door. The rest you could figure out. But at the same time, you didn’t want Dean to know about your feelings for him. You could sleep in Sam’s room with him. It wasn’t Dean though.

You had to suck it up. It was either that, or you were going to run the risk of Dean finding out. You had a choice. You always had a choice. You swallowed hard, throwing the comforter off of you. Your feet hit the cold concrete floor, taking you out of the room and right to the next one.

You could see that Dean’s light was on from the bottom of the door. You could hear him rummaging around in something, indicating he was still wide awake. You took a deep breath. You had to grow a pair. You couldn’t expect yourself to be happy if you weren’t going to do something to make you happy. You reached your hand up, knocking against the wood.

The door opened slowly, revealing Dean in his same clothes and a confused look on his face. You gave him a weak smile, placing your hands together in front of you. You had to try and form the words you needed to get him to let you stay.

“So - uh, turns out I’m not actually that tired,” you said sheepishly. He stepped to the side as a smile spread across his cheeks, opening the door up a little more for you to enter.

“C’mon,” he nodded.

You hesitantly walked inside his room, taking a seat at the bottom of his bed. He had one of his drawers open, and a few clothes on his desk. He was folding them up and putting them away. You recognized a lot of his shirts, hell you had worn a few of them.

“You okay?” he asked you as he folded one of his t-shirts.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just - I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Tired of being alone?” he questioned.

“So tired of being alone,” you admitted. “Cory texted me earlier. Asking where I was. With this going on out there, he’s looking for a warm body to sleep next to. I’m not going back to that.”

“I don’t blame you,” he nodded. “My bed’s always open. First night’s free.”

“Shut up, Winchester,” you let out a laugh. “My room’s cold.”

“Right, the heater is broken. I went out and bought one for my room. I forgot about that,” he said sheepishly.

You moved up the bed, slipping beneath his covers. His room was at least ten degrees warmer than yours. He finished up folding his shirts and put them away as you made yourself comfortable in his bed. His felt softer than yours, and the pillows were nicer. You were definitely going to take advantage of his bed for the night.

He flicked the light off, leaving the little lamp on before he climbed in the bed to join you. The bed shifted as he positioned himself comfortably. You turned your gaze to him, seeing the soft smile that played on his lips. You could feel his body heat radiating towards you. This was exactly what you needed.

“Night sweetheart,” he muttered.

“Night Dean.”

You gently began to stir hours later. Warmth filled you, followed by the soft thumping sound beneath your head. Every so often, your head would rise and fall. You were pressed against something harder than you expected, but comfortable at the same time.

Holy shit, you had fallen asleep cuddling Dean. Fuck!

You smiled to yourself for a moment, actually allowing yourself to relish in the feeling. You were safe, and protected by Dean. He was holding you to him, letting you cuddle him. God, you had no idea how much you needed this kind of touch. The soft, sweet, worry free hold that you had been deprived from for so long. You missed this more than anything.

“Hey Dean, Jody - shit sorry!” Dean stirred beneath you, effectively waking up to Sam’s voice. You shifted off him instantly, feeling your cheeks heating up at being caught by Sam, and probably by Dean too.

“Mmmh?” Dean groaned.

“Jody called and asked about what’s going on,” he informed the two of you. “I have to say, it’s about time you told him. I told you things would work out. You’ve only been flirting since you were kids.”

“Told me what?” Dean asked gruffly, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

“Sam,” you warned him.

“I’ll be in the library,” he said sheepishly, leaving the room as fast as he entered it.

“I’m going to go get some coffee on,” you told him, trying to sound as confident as you could. You didn’t want to make it seem like a big deal, even if Sam had just basically told Dean that you had feelings for him.

You slipped out of the bedroom, making your way down the hall to the kitchen. Your stomach was growling, and you desperately needed a cup of coffee to wake you up. Sam already had a pot waiting for the two of you, which you were more than thankful for. You poured yours and another one for Dean when he finally made his way to join you.

You took a seat at the table, taking your first sip of the liquid gold. You took a deep breath, letting the warm drink slide down your throat. Dean sauntered in with his same clothes on from last night. He flashed you a soft smile as he headed straight for his coffee.

“What was Sam talking about this morning?” he asked as he sat down in front of you, his mug in his hand.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I think he just thought we were together.”

“Why would he think that?” he chuckled, bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Because I slept in your bed last night,” you pointed out.

“And you were cuddling with me,” he wiggled his eyebrows, earning a groan from your lips.

“What I do in my sleep is not really me, Winchester,” you argued, hoping to ease your way out of this conversation unscaved.

“Oh yeah?” he let out a laugh. “You know you cuddled me the whole night right? Twenty minutes after you climbed into my bed until this morning.”

“You didn’t stop me,” you stated. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest. You had no idea where this was going to go. You didn’t want him to be mad or uncomfortable. Hell, it wasn’t the first time it had happened, but Sam just had to go and say something and now you were on trial.

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I didn’t. I can see that you’re touch deprived, sweetheart. You’re one of the most affectionate people I know. If cuddling me means you won’t fall back into bed with Cory or someone else, then I’m gonna do it.”

“I’m okay, Dean. Really,” you lied.

“Maybe so, but we all need someone sometime,” he half smiled.

“Even you?”

“Even me,” he swallowed hard. “You want some breakfast?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” you nodded.

“Bacon and eggs?” he offered.

“You know I’d never pass that up.”

He got up from his seat, leaving his half drunk cup of coffee at the table with you. You watched his bowlegs take him over to the fridge, opening it up to grab what he needed to start breakfast. His words were still ringing in your head. He needed someone too. Maybe that was why he didn’t stop you, or protest. He didn’t seem to be that mad at what Sam said either.

You got up from your spot at the table, bringing your coffee with you. You tiptoed your way around the counter. He had his back to you as he started making the bacon. You placed your mug on the island before hopping up on it. You watched as his back muscles moved beneath his shirt. You smiled to yourself. Maybe telling him wouldn’t be that bad. After all, he was Dean. You had known him for years. He was a hunter that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Hey Dean,” you breathed out, trying to hide the smile playing on your lips.

“Mmh?” he asked, still focused on the task at hand.

“I kind of lied to you,” you started. “Sam said that this morning because he thought I finally told you how I feel about you.” He turned away from the bacon for this one. His brows were furrowed when he looked at you. He took a few steps towards you, placing his hands on either side of you.

“Are you saying wha I think you’re saying?” he questioned. “You have feelings for me?”

“I do,” you nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I always have. I feel safest when I’m with you. You make all the bad things seem insignificant. You make my heart race, and my palms sweaty.”

“This isn’t one of those ‘if we die’ speeches is it?” he cocked his eyebrow.

“No,” you shook your head. “This is one of those selfish, and probably incredibly stupid moments you and Sam can hold over my head.”

“Not stupid,” he shook his head. “I always thought you had feelings for Sam.”

“W-why?”

“You kiss his cheek all the time. You braid and play with his hair every time you’re here. You usually text him,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t want to kiss you on the cheek because I can barely tell you you look good without blushing. Your hair isn’t long enough for me to braid, but I have played with it when you were sleeping,” you told him. “I just don’t want to annoy you, you know?”

“You’re never annoying me,” he assured you. “Especially when you need me.” His hand came up to your cheek, urging you to look up at him. You gave him a weak smile, meeting his gorgeous green eyes. He leaned into you, brushing his lips gingerly over yours. You smiled against him, kissing him back. You swore your heart skipped a beat. This was everything you wanted. Before you felt safe, now you felt like you were home. You felt like you had a sense of belonging. You were here with him and nothing else in the world mattered more than this moment. Not Cory. Not the Croatoan virus. Nothing but Dean.

“Is something burning?” Sam’s voice called out.

“Shit,” Dean muttered, turning away from you to the stove. The bacon was definitely going to be crispy, maybe a little too crispy. You let out a giggled, bringing your hand up to your lips, that were still tingling from the feeling of his.

“Does this mean I get to sleep in your bed tonight?” you played.

“Oh sweetheart, you get to do more than sleep in my bed tonight,” he told you.

“Guess you like me back, huh?” you half teased. Honestly, you just wanted to hear him say that he did. You wanted to know that Dean Winchester had a crush on you too.

“I’ve liked you since we were seven years old, Y/N,” he stated, turning back around to face you. He took a few steps to you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You make me feel safe too.”

“Good,” you nodded.

“C’mere,” he smirked, reaching his hand to your chin. He pressed his lips to yours, smiling against you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him into you as you kissed him back. “Sorry it took croatoan to make me do this.”

“Better now than never,” you giggled. “Shall we shag now or shag later?”

“Do I make you horny baby?” he quoted with a wide grin.

“Mmmh very,” you smirked. “Finish up breakfast and we can definitely go back to bed.”

“Coming right up,” he winked.

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Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {16}**

Chris Evans x Reader Series

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, NSFW, LOTS OF WORDS

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Note: Okay, so this is no longer a mini-series, we’re at a full-fledged series. Recommended listening toward the end of this chapter is Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish.

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-Quarantine: Day 55-

What was left to do, but leave? Yeah, there was a pandemic raging in the world right now, and everything including said world was going to shit, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t go this thing alone. You were born alone, have lived pretty much alone, and had no problem going through this nightmare alone. You didn’t need to be here. With the decision made, you wiped your tears, stood up, straightened your back, and walked to the bedroom with your head held high.

Once in the room, you began packing what you’d unpacked mere weeks ago. You began calmly, keeping your jaw clenched so you wouldn’t shed any more tears. After you’d gotten one dresser emptied, you looked up into the mirror and saw nickel-sized marks across your skin. Slowly you followed the trail that began on your stomach and went along your ribs over one breast. The trail didn’t stop; it went along your collar you disappeared behind your quickly frizzing hair. Just like that, you remembered his lips on your skin. You remembered him kissing you, licking you, nibbling you, tasting your skin until you felt as if you would leap out of your skin.

You flared your nose. It was always a mechanism you used to keep your tears at bay. It had been a long time since you had to use it. It felt as if you’d forgotten how because after almost a minute, you still felt close to tipping over the edge, and what was below you, was not something you wanted to be a part of. You gripped the edge of the furniture and squeezed.

“Come on, come on, come on. Work!”

You waited a few seconds, but still, the tears kept coming.

“Work, damn it!”

Nothing. The sting in your eyes only intensified.

“Fucking work!”

Your shout was loud, and it boomed off the walls for several seconds. When the echo faded, your tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Fuck,” you whispered, now using both your hands to hold onto the dresser. You took several deep breaths trying to practice the meditating breaths you learned. Groaning, you quickly realized that this wasn’t going to work either.

You walked out of the bedroom toward the bar area and filled a glass with the first bottle you took up. You didn’t care what it was, and you also didn’t care that it wasn’t exactly after five. It was drinking time somewhere—right? You knocked back the entire glass and hissed as the burn took over. Your belly filled with the fire you knew would come, and you welcomed it. You hoped it would dull everything else you were feeling.

You were so bent out of shape that you couldn’t even place any of your other feelings except anger. Your anger overshadowed everything. At the thought of your anger, you had thoughts about everything you’d felt over the last thirty-two hours.

“You’re all I want to see, Y/N,”

His voice echoed around you. It sounded like he was actually in the room with you. Bracing your hands on the bar, you closed your eyes and got sucked back into last night.

You could feel everything again like it was happening right now. It felt like his body was pressed against yours, like his hands were on your breasts, like his mouth was between your legs.

“Fuck!”

You poured another glass full and gulped it down, but even the burn down your throat was not enough to dull the lingering pleasure you still felt. He was in you.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with my dick in your mouth, Y/N.”

You groaned, and you could actually feel his dick in your mouth. There had to be something wrong with you. No dick was this good, you thought. No dick could have you all fucked up like this.

Biting your bottom lip, you sighed.

“You’re perfect, so perfect. I don’t deserve you.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to blot out his voice.

“I’ve imagined this moment for so long.”

You wanted to find him and kick him in the balls. A few weeks ago, you couldn’t imagine the thought of anything like what had happened in the last few hours ever happening. Now you were standing here with a drink in your hand, his voice in your head, and your desire for him writhing in you like an overriding virus.

“This dick ain’t nothing to laugh at.”

You slid the glass away and took the bottle up and brought it to your head instead. After two gulps, you felt it beginning to fade, felt him beginning to fade—almost.

“As you wish.”

His voice echoed this time, and with each echo, it faded until it was quiet, at least for a moment.

“I have you. I will always have you.”

Pushing through, you did your best to pull yourself together. When you got back to the bedroom, you finished packing, not wanting to waste any more time. The alcohol worked to slow your actions, but you were determined to get the hell out of there. The knock at the door startled you. You stood there as if you expected them to be able to hear you moving inside. The knock came again, then a voice.

“Y/N?”

You sighed, hearing Scott’s voice. The relief that flooded you quickly dissipated when you thought about telling him you were leaving. What reason would you give him? He knocked a third time, and that was when you grabbed your robe and wrapped yourself in it as you walked to the door.

“Y/N!”

When you opened it, Scott had his arms held open. “What the hell? Are you okay? You didn’t come to dinner last night or breakfast this morning. You’ve been MIA.”

“I know. I wasn’t feeling well. I just wanted to lay low in case it was ya’ know.”

“COVID? How would you have gotten it? You’re being paranoid,” Scott filled in.

“Yeah, you’re right. I just wasn’t feeling well.”

“You need some food. Come on, mom just put dinner out. I was sent to get you.”

“Uh, no. Scott I just--,” you began before he cut you off.

“No. No more excuses. You gotta eat. Let’s go.” He was walking away before you even responded.

“No, Scott--.”

“Let’s go now, or I’ll tell mom you’re refusing her cooking because you think her food is disgusting.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Really?”

“Really. You know I’ll do it.” With that, he was gone.

You dropped your head back and groaned before going back inside to get dressed. You knew he would do some bullshit like that. The last thing in the world you wanted was to hurt Lisa. You spent the next ten minutes putting yourself together enough both on the outside and the inside that no one would suspect anything. It was harder than it should have been.

By the time you got to the house and walked into the dining room, you saw everyone sitting around the table. They all lit up when they saw you. The closer you got, you forced yourself to smile until you saw him. Chris was sitting at the table with his fingers steepled under his chin and elbows on the table. His eyes were glued to you. Quickly you looked away and shrugged him off.

“Are you all right? Scott said you haven’t been feeling well,” Lisa mentioned as she approached you with arms open.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

“Oh honey, of course, we worry,” Lisa said in her motherly voice as she pressed the back of her hand to your forehead. The action made you smile.

“You’re not warm. Maybe my lasagna will fix you right up. come.” She led you to your seat beside Scott and three seats away from Chris.

“You look exhausted,” Carly said.

“Yeah—I haven’t been getting much sleep,” you began as you took up your fork. Hearing how it could have been interpreted, you quickly fixed it. “Work! I mean, it’s because of work.”

They nodded but looked as if they didn’t need the extra explanation. Sighing, you began to eat your food in silence. They spoke around you, but you didn’t listen, you were lost in your own thoughts as you tried to formulate a plan on how to best leave without causing a ruckus. You couldn’t leave in the middle of the night because that would have been wrong, and you needed someone to drive you back to Boston. When you thought of that, you let out a huff.

“Y/N,” Shanna began. You looked to her friendly inquisitive face. “You okay?”

Pasting a smile on, you nodded. “I’m good. I’m sorry, just thinking of my to-do list. Since this pandemic work has really picked up, you’d think it would slow down but nope.”

You were good at thinking on your feet. It was a quality you had to have to succeed in your career and your life. Shanna nodded and went back to eating, as did you. You could feel Chris’s eyes on you, tempting you to look at him. Using all your will, you refused and kept your eyes planted downward to your plate. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

After an uncomfortable dinner, you sat through a few minutes of talk and calm all the while staying as far from Chris as possible. The funny thing to you was that with him staying away from you, no one was suspicious. He was carrying on as usual. Everyone else had remained the same. It was just you and him who had changed. You’d elevated, gone to a whole different plane of existence. That is what it felt like in that forest bubble--until it popped.

You couldn’t get over what he’d said.

“You’ve fucked a lot of guys!”

Thinking about it again, you wanted to leap across the room and go wolverine on his ass. How dare he? When you looked over to him, you found his eyes planted right on you. They were beautiful, no doubt, but they were also the eyes of an asshole. You rolled yours, stood, and walked away toward the kitchen. Once inside, you walked around the island three times using the movement to get your rising anger under control.

When the door opened, you turned to see Scott.

“You’ve been weird all night. Talk to me.”

You studied him trying to decide if you could tell him you’d had sex with his brother. You remembered what Chris had said that he’d made a promise to him. If you revealed it now you would start problems, problems you didn’t want to start.

“I’m fine, Scott, tired but fine.”

He studied you for a full minute before he nodded.

“Okay. Go get some sleep; I’ll make an excuse for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Go through the front.”

You walked to him, gave him a quick hug, and did as he said. Before you walked out the door, you grabbed Scott’s car keys from the key hook on the wall that housed everyone’s keys. You’d convinced yourself he wouldn’t mind, and he’d understand. Once you were outside, you took a few deep breaths and moaned from the scent of the salty air. You were tempted to go for one last walk on the beach, but you had a feeling if you did that, you wouldn’t leave. Walking around the house the long way, you looked over the bank to the tall grass and beach down below. There was nothing quite like the beach at night. You stopped at the fork in your path. One way led to the beach and another night here with all that had happened, and the other led to the guesthouse where your bags were waiting. You must have stood there for ten minutes before you walked back to the guesthouse.

Once inside, you gathered the rest of your things and waited until you knew everyone would be asleep. An hour passed with you sitting in the living room with your feet on the wooden coffee table, just staring at a lit candle. As the flame danced, your thoughts flitted from topic to topic. You began with going over every detail of the date, every word spoken, facial expression, body gesture, none of it escaped your focus now. Moving on, you went to every sensation, from scent, taste, and sound when both of you decided that you were going to cross that line. It wasn’t an unconscious choice. It was one both of you willingly made. Those thoughts brought you to everything leading up to you feeling him move inside of you. Again, not one detail missed you.

You’d learned long ago that though something was unpleasant to think about, you had to acknowledge it in order to move on. You’d acknowledged everything that had made you the way you were and dealt with it. You’d found a way to use it as fuel, that was until last night. Something shifted; something changed your outlook; something made you feel.

“It was him, you idiot!”

You quickly sat up and groaned out, digging your hands in your hair. It was full-on puff now, long gone were your tame curls and coils. Thanks to your willingness to be carefree and adventurous, your hair was paying the price. You vowed to yourself that once you got back to your apartment, you’d treat yourself to a whole wash day routine. With that thought, you remembered his words.

“I’m willing to learn.”

You kissed your teeth and stood. You were tired of waiting. Taking up your bags and balancing them as well as you could, you opened the door and stopped in your tracks. There was Chris with his hand raised, ready to knock.

“Son of a bitch!”

His eyes dropped to the bags in your hands, and he took a step to you. Quickly, you backed away, dropping a bag in the process. Chris took a step to you, and you took another back.

“Y/N,” he began.

“Shut the fuck up and get out. Go away.”

He didn’t listen. He took another step inside the guesthouse. Even when you made every attempt to get away from him, he didn’t get the hint. Finally, you dropped your bags and walked as far from him as possible.

“Y/N, let me explain, please.”

“Explain? Fuck you!”

Your shout was louder than it should have been. Realizing it, you clenched your jaws, trying to keep the rage from pouring over.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It slipped out,” Chris frantically said as he closed the space between you.

Thanks to the wall behind you, you had nowhere to go. Pushing him back only sent him a few inches from you. It was enough of a distance for you to move out of the confined space you were in, but you weren’t quick enough that Chris wasn’t able to wrap his hand around your wrist to pull you back to him.

“I’m sorry.”

You did it before you thought it. Swinging your hand out, it connected with his cheek in a loud slap. He looked shocked, but he didn’t look angry. You wanted to make him angry so that he could feel some of yours. You slapped him again and again. On the fourth swing , Chris caught your wrist. The clench in his jaw was tight.

“I deserve that,” he grumbled.

“Why do you deserve it? Because you called me a fucking whore!?”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear. I promise, Y/N.”

You pulled away from him, roughly nearly losing your balance in the process. “Fuck you and your promises Chris! They mean shit—you mean shit.”

“You don’t mean that. Come on. What more can I say to prove to you that I didn’t mean it?”

“Nothing. I’m done. I’m leaving.”

You hurried to your bags and began gathering them. Before you got half of them, Chris was on you, forcing you to drop them yet again.

“Y/N, come on. You can’t leave. It’s not safe for you out there.”

“I’d rather take my chances out there than in here with a man like you!”

He looked hurt by that one, and you were glad for it. “Y/N, come on--,” he began.

“Come on? Chris, there is nothing you could say to me.”

You grabbed your bags again and threw open the door.

“I can’t let you leave, Y/N. I can’t just let you walk out of here.”

“Why?!”

“Because of how I feel about you!”

That had you freezing in your tracks. As the words sank in for you, you turned to him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I’m sorry for what I said. It was a stupid thing to say, one I didn’t even think about. I was angry, and I just said it. I didn’t mean it,” Chris blurted out, trying to keep his voice low.

“Some part of you must mean it, some part of you must have felt this way. You must think I’m some whore who fucks every dick she comes across. That must be it right, Chris! I fuck everyone right, Andre, Marcus, Wayne, Charles, hell even you. Congratulations!”

You made it past him and out to the pool, but he still didn’t give up. Chris got in front of you, but you didn’t stop.

“Move!”

“No. Come on, Y/N. You know you felt it last night. You know you felt it this morning and this afternoon. You felt it.”

“I felt nothing!”

“Bullshit! I was there. I was right there with you. I was on top of you staring in your eyes, and I saw it. I felt it when I was inside of you. You’re lying, and we both know it.”

Ignoring the words coming from his mouth, you pushed past him and made your way around the house.

“You’ve been inside of a lot of women. You probably don’t know what you feel anymore.”

“Jeez, come on. Yes, I’ve slept with a lot of women, and I should never have even thought to say those words to you. That’s it though, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, really, I am.”

“You’re sorry. How many women have you said those words to? Two, ten, fifteen?”

“None of them are important to me. You do, Y/N. You do.”

“Bullshit! I’ve never mattered to you.”

That was when he pulled you back to him. As you collided with his body, your bags fell to the floor again.

“You’re the only person who has mattered to me in the last three years. You are the only woman that I care about that is not in my family! You, Y/N! I don’t understand how you can’t see it. How is it still this hard for you to get it? You matter to me, you always have mattered. I think about you all the time. I worry about you more than I worry about anyone else. I dream about you, and in my dream, it’s always you and me. I respect you so much, it’s incredible to think we’ve barely spoken in these years, but I know so much about you. I respect you so much, even though you’ve hated me all these years. Y/N, I value you. I’m sorry for how I behaved. I’m sorry that I said those words.” The emotion in his voice was clear to hear.

You stood there, frozen. The look in his eyes said he meant them. His eyes said he felt them and was pleading with you to feel them too—hear them too. There was a war inside of you that was waging so fierce that you couldn’t think straight. Part of you wanted to still leave while the other part—a part that was growing in size wanted to stay with him.

“Please stay, Y/N. Please. Let me make this right. Let me fix this. Let me prove to you that you matter to me, let me show you that this means everything to me.”

Chris cupped your skull and pressed his forehead to yours. His skin was hot; you were sure it was always this hot.

“Please—I don’t want to let you go—not again.”

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“Please.”

You had no voice to respond; all you could do was nod. Chris released a loud sigh that told you he’d been drinking. He pressed his lips to your forehead, then pulled back. You watched him pick up your bags then look back to you. He was asking a question. Can I? Chris reached his hand to touch your cheek and slid his thumb across it. When he brought his hand away, you saw it was wet. You were crying.

Chris took your hand and led you back along the path you’d just walked, back to the guesthouse you were so ready to leave. As Chris led you back around the pool, you stared at his hand entwined with yours and sighed. It felt right. You just hoped that by giving in to this “right” wouldn’t turn everything wrong.

Once you reached the guesthouse, Chris placed your bags in the living room, turned to you, and cupped your cheeks. “Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll come right back for you. can you do that?”

You studied his eyes, peering deeply into them, trying to read him thoroughly. You bit your bottom lip when you saw that you wouldn’t see anything different than what he wanted you to see. You knew he had secrets. You nodded, giving him his answer. Chris then kissed your forehead again and walked out of the guestroom, leaving you alone once again.

You don’t know how long you stood in the doorway, but you stood there all the same, just staring out into the darkness. When one of your legs fell asleep, you closed the door and walked to the couch. Once before the candle, you’d just blown out you lit it again, sat, and watched it. As you stared in the flame, you tried to stave off the feeling that you were being weak and ignore the thoughts that still told you to leave that you’d be better off.

Everything from his past indicated that he would end up hurting you. He’d been one way with every woman in his life before. What was so different about you? Why would he be any different with you? Hell, he probably had the power to absolutely wreck you. Your mental freak out quickly took over making you jump to your feet. After pacing the living room for what felt like seconds, you heard the knock at your door. You didn’t open it right away. You just stared at the door. He probably could have opened it himself, but he didn’t.

Walking toward it, you stopped with your hand on the knob and took a few breaths. When you opened it, Chris was standing there patiently with one hand behind his back. The two of you stared at each other for several moments before he revealed his hand, showing you a bouquet of picked flowers. You scoffed and shook your head. His mother was going to kill him. You took the flowers that were completely different than the ones he’d given you the other night. While those were bright thanks to the yellow sunflowers, these were also bright but in a different way. The mix of red and white tulips complimented each other but also looked as if they didn’t belong together. Regardless, they were beautiful.

Chris held his hand out to you and waited for you to decide to take it. When almost fifteen seconds passed before you took it, he didn’t sigh or huff and puff, he remained calm and accommodating. When you put your hand in his, you watched his fingers wrap around your hand. He then raised it to his lips and kissed it once then twice. Once his lips touched your hand, your skin tingled, and from there, it never stopped.

Chris slowly led you out of the guesthouse and allowed you to close the door behind you before he continued to lead the way to wherever he was taking you. When he cut away from the house to the steps that led to the beach, you guessed what he had planned. He took his time leading you down the steps carefully to ensure your safety was paramount. When you stepped onto the sand, Chris looked back to you as if asking if he could or should keep going. When you didn’t object, he continued to walk you down the beach toward the shore.

Once there, you saw a fire lit path along the beach leading to the warm glow of a fire in the distance. It stopped you in your tracks.

“You okay?”

Were you okay? You knew if you went over there and saw what he’d done, you’d probably forgive the bullshit he said earlier. You didn’t know if you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to make him suffer for as long as possible. You were also curious about just how he thought he could make things right. Releasing a huff of breath, you nodded. Chris continued the walk down the shore toward his destination. When you reached the lit path, you just stared at the small flames that looked to be medium-sized tealight candles. It was beautiful.

The closer you got, the more you could see, and the more you saw, the more the butterflies in your belly fluttered. When you’d stopped walking, you were standing in front of a large blanket with two cushioned pillows placed on them along with a large wooden butcher block trey. On the block was a decanter of amber looking liquid, a few containers that were covered, glasses, and a gift box. Across the blanket were scattered rose petals, and before the blanket was a hot roaring fire.

“Sit down,” Chris advised. You kicked off your slippers and walked across the blanket to find a good spot.

As you sat on the cushion, you looked up at Chris and watched him as he took his seat across from you. His shirt showed his St. Christopher medal between both his tattoos on his chest. The sight of those tattoos made you bite your bottom lip. You remembered touching that chest, feeling his skin, and the muscles as it danced underneath your hand. You remembered just what it felt like—what he looked like above you with that medal hanging down dangling in front of you.

“You haven’t said a word since we were outside the house. What’re you thinking?”

You took a deep breath as you toyed with the petals of the flowers you still held. “Your mother is going to kill you when she realizes these are gone, and you are the culprit.”

Chris snorted and shrugged. “I’ll laugh in the face of danger.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was an idiot. His mother would beat his ass red.

“You’re such a liar, you know she’ll beat you down.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, maybe, but it would have been worth it.”

Your eyes met and remained on each other. In the firelight, they looked darker but sexy nonetheless. The man didn’t even have to work for pussy, he probably just said shit like that. Scoffing, you put the flowers to the side.

“They’re beautiful. I love them.”

“I’m glad. Do you know the meaning of tulips?”

“Do you?”

“My mom made sure I knew. Sometimes I’d sit with her and plant in the garden when I was a kid. She’d tell me about every flower she planted. She’d tell me what they meant, how to care for them. It was a whole process,” Chris explained.

“Oh yeah? What’d you learn?”

Chris reached for the decanter, opened it, and poured the brown-tinted liquid into both glasses. Once they were half-filled, he held one out to you. Your fingers grazed as you took the glass from him, and they lingered together.

“She told me that tulips were special. They were originally cultivated in the Ottoman Empire, which is now Turkey and brought to Holland. Even though everyone thinks that is where they are initially from. There once was a time when they were one of the most coveted flowers. It’s not hard to see. Mom told me that tulips usually symbolized the beginning of spring. They usually spout then and stay throughout and sometimes through summer.”

Chris paused for a moment as if he were gathering his thoughts, then continued.

“Her words, It’s like a reminder of what spring symbolizes renewal, rebirth, peace, joy, and happiness. White tulips say I’m sorry. They are a symbol used to beg for forgiveness, a way to say I was a stupid asshole, and I deserve every minute of agony you want to make me feel, I was a jackass who made a huge mistake, a jackass who just showed you how much I don’t deserve a woman like you. They mean I respect you more than I’ve ever respected any woman I’ve been with it’s fucked up but true. The cream-colored one in there means something much more.”

You gulped the liquid and hissed at the burn. He was saying all the right things.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Staring in his eyes, you almost felt as if you were being hypnotized, or put under a spell. You knew he meant the words. Looking down at the glass, you cleared your throat.

“What do the red ones mean?”

You watched him as you took another gulp of the Whiskey. You liked the brown sugar undertones and the slightly smoky flavor that filled your mouth.

“The red ones--,” Chris began before he emptied his glass and stared into the open fire.

Instead of speaking, he reached for two thin long wooden skewers and handed you one. After you took it, he opened the containers on the wooden trey revealing jumbo marshmallows, graham crackers, Hershey's milk chocolate squares, cookies n’ mint chocolate, and recces peanut butter cups. Just like that, you knew where this was going.

“S’mores still your favorite thing in the world?”

You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your face. Not many people knew it, but they were. You looked at him and sucked your bottom lip into your mouth.

“Of course they are,” Chris filled in as he brought the bowl with the marshmallows to you for you to pick one. You did and plopped it onto the end of your skewer. You were excited. You hadn’t made s’mores in forever, which meant you hadn’t had one in just as long.

You shimmied closer to the fire and stuck your skewer into the flames and watched as the outside of the marshmallow began to change.

“How do you know so much about me?”

“I pay attention.”

You watched his hand holding the skewer and followed the trail along his exposed skin to his bicep. That was where your eyes and train of thought stopped.

“Why did you pay attention to me?”

“How could I not? You’re eye-catching—impossible to miss. I paid attention because you mattered to me. You still do.”

Again your eyes lingered, and suddenly, the respectable space between you felt like too much.

“I didn’t mean to piss you off,” Chris finished.

You looked into the fire and sighed. “You hurt me,” you whispered. You didn’t think it was audible, but when you saw him place his skewer down on the wooden table and move next to you sitting with his legs open, so you and the cushion you sat on were between them you knew he’d heard you loud and clear.

“Y/N,” Chris began in such a soft voice you had no other choice but to look at him. When you did, he took your skewer and put it beside his. Then he led you down to the blanket to replicate the way he sat before you.

“I never meant to hurt you. I never want to hurt you—not you.”

“You did.”

“I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn’t want to hurt you, and it tears me up that I did. I won’t do it again. I swear—I promise.”

You looked down. You hated promises. People who made them always broke them. Chris brought your face back to his.

“I mean it, Y/N. I've never been big on promises, hell I’ve never made a promise for the simple fact that I knew I’d break it and I never care enough to make an effort to keep them. I promise you right here, right now. I will never hurt you again.”

Staring into his eyes, you looked for any hint of a lie, any hint of the bullshit he might have been spewing. After nearly a minute, you saw none. Was he telling the truth, you wondered. To lighten the mood, you changed the subject.

“No matter how much you think you know about me, you don’t know this. I’ve only slept with six guys, not including you. six that’s it.”

Chris nodded. “I don’t care; really, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. I don’t know why you do, but you do.”

“I may have been living my life doing whatever I wanted while you were doing the same, but I wanted you the whole time. If it makes sense, I never allowed any of them to get to this level,” Chris confessed.

“What level?”

“The level where a connection could be felt. I’ve felt this connection since the day we met, and today it’s stronger than it has ever been. I’ve never wanted them the way I want you.”

“My body,” you began.

“—I don’t give a shit about your body. This has never been about me getting in your panties.”

“Then what is it about Chris?

“What is it about for you?”

You hadn’t expected him to throw this back to you. Your shock was evident. You didn’t want to confess a damn thing to him.

“You have to trust me, Y/N.”

“I don’t have to trust you. I don’t have to do anything,” you blurted out. Chris nodded and looked down at the blanket.

“You want to. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it when I touch you. I can see it every time we’re close like this. Y/N, you want to trust me. You can.”

You searched his eyes. He was right. For some reason, you wanted to trust him. For some reason, a very, very small voice inside of you said you should.

“I trust you, Y/N,” Chris said on a whisper as he brought his face closer to yours. He didn’t kiss you, just hovered his face close to yours.

“That night, the next morning, this—none of this has ever been about sex for me. I could never do that to you. You deserve so much more than that.”

Long moments passed, and the silence stretched. All the two of you did was gaze into each other’s eyes. Each of you searching for something in the other, each of you trying to find the courage to take the necessary step. Each of you trying to think of the right thing to say or do. Neither of you finding anything you were searching for. Neither of you being able to be the first to leap. You lowered your head and tried to slow your racing heart.

“I forgive you.”

“You do? Why?”

You snorted and looked back up at him. “So, I shouldn’t?”

“No, it’s just I know you, and nothing is easy with you.”

Your smile spread across your face. “So this was easy? An hour ago, I was ready to drive off and leave your pale ass in the darkness like a nightlight,” you reminded. Chris smiled and shook his head.

“Wow, you went there.”

“I did. I said what I meant, and I meant what I said,” you teased. The smile on his face was an affectionate one. The warmness you felt was not because of the roaring fire before you. It was from something else, and he was the root of it.

“I forgive you because I’ve known you for three years, and I know you can be a dick and say some asshole things. You’ve apologized and did all this—I believe you’re sorry.”

“I am, really really sorry,” Chris added as he lifted your chin, so you were looking in his eyes again. “I mean it.”

You searched his eyes again and tried to listen to the side of you that was the minority telling you to believe him and trust him. You nodded. The moment stretched with the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes as the fire danced. You did not miss the intimacy of the moment. When Chris slowly moved into you, you allowed him to press his lips to yours. He didn’t move to deepen it, though; he just kept your lips together. The proximity of his body, coupled with the intimacy and the atmosphere, had your heart racing.

You opened your eyes and watched him. After a few seconds, Chris opened his eyes and stared into yours, and that only intensified the connection you felt between you. Chris deepened the kiss, and you quickly got lost in it before you pulled away.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve only slept with--,” you began before Chris put his finger over your lips, stopping your words.

“I don’t need to know. it’s not important.”

“Yes, you do, and it is. I’ve only slept with seven guys, including you. I’ve dated, yes, but most of them have never gotten that deep.”

“I really wasn’t trying to insinuate that you slept around, Y/N. I know you like to party and have a good time and enjoy having men make asses out of themselves for your entertainment, but I never once thought you were sleeping around.”

You didn’t know if you believe him, but you nodded.

“I’m not a big of a man whore as you guys like to think,” Chris began. You gave him a “boy don’t even start” look to which he snorted.

“I’m being serious. Yes, there have been a few, but I’m not in three digits.”

You reared back, giving him a disgusted look.

“Three digits Chris!” He laughed, slapping his hand across his chest. You were not in the mood.

“Don’t play with me, Chris!”

“Not three digits, I promise. Seventeen.”

It was a higher number than yours, but it wasn’t as high as you’d expected. You thought he had no self-control, and everything with legs and brunette hair had gotten it.

“Lower than you thought, huh.” You snorted and shook your head.

“See, I’m not as bad as you, Scott, and the other like to make me out to be.”

“Fine, Chris, you’re not a big of a man-whore as I thought. Happy?”

He smiled and shrugged. “I’m appeased—minimally.”

You laughed again, throwing your head back. When you brought it back, he was watching you.

“I’d ask for a do-over if I had known this was possible.”

He said it so low you almost missed it.

“You mean that much to me, Y/N.”

You pulled his head to yours and softly kissed him, focusing on everything the kiss made you feel—tenderness, warmth, fireworks. The man could kiss. Chris pulled away from you before it got out of hand.

“Behave, I brought you here for this, not my body,” he teased before he took up the sticks.

You sat there, holding your marshmallow into the fire in comfortable silence. Every now and then, Chris would nudge your shoulder with his only to have you nudge him right back, which had the two of you looking at each other to kiss some more before going back to your marshmallows.

After a few minutes, you’d burned ten marshmallows from neither of you being able to focus on the task at hand. When you both finally had one marshmallow roasted to perfection, you each made your s’more. Chris used the cookies n’ mint squares while you used the peanut butter and milk chocolate ones. When you bit into your s’more, you moaned when you found caramel in the mix too. For the next fifteen minutes or so, the two of you roasted marshmallows and made smores to your heart’s content. It was perfect.

When the graham crackers were gone, things got messy with you roasting marshmallows to put chocolate chunks on top of the marshmallow to eat. It didn’t take long for Chris to smear marshmallow on your exposed shoulder, and it took him even less time to lick it off. That began the cycle of him putting melted marshmallow on your skin to lick and suck off while you dripped melting chocolate on him to return the favor.

When the sweets and wine were finished, you laid cuddled on the blanket, watching the stars listening to the crack of the fire and the crash of the waves.

“I want to stay here forever,” Chris whispered.

“Forever?”

He looked down at you as you met his eyes. You didn’t recognize the look on his face.

“Forever,” he repeated.

“Forever is a long time.”

He didn’t look phased, or even like he would change his mind.

“You promise?”

It took some time, but you nodded your response. Chris rolled onto you and kissed you in the way that made you forget everything. Your hands found the hem of his shirt and raised it until you’d pulled it off of him. Your fingers danced across the muscles in his back until they’d reached his pants. Chris continued to kiss you as if he had a point to make, a point that you needed to understand. The urgency in his kiss increased, and that urgency sparked your own hidden one. Your desire unfurled in your belly and raced through you.

Bringing your hands around to the buckle of his pants, you quickly undid them and pulled them lower on his hips. Chris didn’t seem as if he were in any hurry, though, so he remained hovered over you while kissing you dumb. Your eyes met, and every wall you’d built suddenly collapsed from just the look in his eyes.

“I’m scared of you,” Chris whispered.

He had to be kidding, you thought. He was scared of you? You had no idea what to say to that. Thankfully he didn’t seem as if he wanted you to respond.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” Chris pressed his forehead to yours and further nudged the war within you.

You could feel his need pressing onto your core, and that was igniting a need within you that you weren’t sure you could contain. The slight shake you felt from his body screamed of how vulnerable he was at this moment. Your body wanted him, and for the first time, you faced the fact that your heart wanted the same thing.

“Then don’t.”

He kissed you once, twice, and third before backed away from you sitting on his haunches. You sat up and kissed him.

“I always fuck up. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

You touched his cheek and caressed it.

“I don’t want to lose—this,” Chris finished.

You kissed him again only this time you let your feelings shine through. You allowed your fear, your desire, your attraction, your intrigue and something you worried was a lot more than affection. Chris moaned and held you closer to his body and kissed you back with just as much hunger and need as you kissed him. You lifted your shirt off and met his eyes again. Chris pulled his pants down, then stood to take them off. The reprieve gave you time to undo your shorts. Chris met you halfway and finished the rest. As he pulled them off of your legs, he kissed your shin before he pressed his body back to yours to claim your lips once more.

Rolling on top of him, you straddled his body. Kissing him was easy, thanks to his sitting position. His hands spread across your back, making you feel small and delicate. When his lips dipped to your neck to nip and suck the skin there, you threw your head back. The action gave him new freedom to clap his lips around your nipple. As you hugged his head to your chest, you rocked against him, which sent Chris’s hands down to cup your thonged ass.

After licking and teasing one nipple, he moved to the next to nibble and bite, giving you the best of both worlds—his tenderness and his aggressiveness. You dug your hands into his hair and pulled it, bringing his eyes to yours. He looked open and completely transparent.

“Do you want me, Chris?”

“All I want is you, Y/N.” He crashed his lips to yours and flipped you onto your back while he spread your arms out on the blanket while entwining his fingers with yours. You believed him, and you tried not to be scared of it.

Chris moved his lips across your skin and down your body until he’d pulled off your underwear and buried his face between your legs with them draped over his shoulders. You loudly gasped out, angling your head back to gaze at the star-filled sky. The way he rolled his tongue and sucked your skin had you barreling toward your release. With the sound of the waves crashing with the warmth of the fire and the beauty of the stars over you, it was easy to press this to memory.

In a matter of a few short minutes, you’d trapped Chris's head between your thighs as you came with him, not letting up, not even a little. You didn’t even realize it, but you’d screamed out before you could stop yourself.

“Fuuuuck, Chris!”

As if that was what he wanted to hear, he came up to you. When you attempted to kiss him, he jerked back, smirking. Every attempt you made, he slipped away with a smile that spoke of playfulness. On the fifth attempt, you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him there so your lips could claim his. Both of you moaned and battled for control. Yours was a fake battle. You didn't mind not being in control right now.

You rolled onto him and sat on his throbbing hardness as he groaned from the contact. His lips were glued to you once again as if he needed them for survival. Neither of you seemed in a hurry to move forward, you both just kissed and teased each other with licks, nibbles, caresses, and cuddles until you both nearly lost your minds. When the rocking of your hips became too much, Chris held your hips steadying you.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered.

Usually, those words would have been like a douse of ice-cold water and an automatic repellant. In this situation with him tonight, somehow, they weren’t.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about it putting one in my pocket. Tonight wasn’t supposed to get here. I’m--,” Chris rambled before you kissed him again.

He did all of this on the beach and hadn’t expected sex. He did this from his heart for you. It was a sweet admission. Pressing your forehead to his, you tried to catch your breath. “It’s—okay.”

Chris reared back to look into your eyes. He didn’t look confused; he looked cautious. “It’s okay?”

That was when your nerves picked up. Was it?

“Is it?”

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You began to worry that you’d said the wrong thing, and now he was freaked out. Why weren’t you freaked out? You literally just gave him permission to go raw. Did you? You couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth when you’d been religious every single time.

“It’s—okay with me,” Chris slowly said. He sounded shocked at the words he said.

“Is it? Are you sure?”

He pulled you closer as if you’d somehow drifted too far from him. “Me? Are you sure?”

Staring into his ocean-like eyes, you nodded. You were sure.

The two of you remained still for a few moments as if allowing the intent to marinate.

“I’ve never--,” Chris began.

“Me neither,” you quickly followed.

His smile was so sweet you couldn’t help but smile with him.

“I trust you,” Chris finished.

You felt as if you should have said the words back, but still, something held you back from actually voicing what your head was clearly telling you that you felt. Instead of speaking, you nodded. He kissed you again and softly caressed your back. Everywhere he touched felt as if he left a trail of fire in his wake. The man was as intoxicating as the flames behind you. Getting lost in his kisses once again, you began rocking against him but only managed a few rolls before your arousal peaked.

Raising onto your knees, you angled yourself over his need. His eyes bored into you, and it looked as if he were holding his breath. Slowly you slid down his length. Every inch had you shaking as he sank his fingertips into your skin.

“Shit,” You whispered just before he filled you completely.

For a few seconds, neither of you moved, you just allowed the sensations to wash over you and cement what you both just did. Chris peppered kisses across your collar as he held you close to him. It was Chris who moved your body against him, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Both of you groaned loudly, and you were the one to move next. Slowly you rocked against him, gradually picking up your speed. Chris rolled his head back as he leaned to watch you move. He felt good, too good.

You raised onto your knees and began bouncing on him.

“Jesus Chris!” He held your hips and took over, slamming you down onto his cock.

With every connection, you gasped louder and louder. Soon it was Chris controlling your movements, using your body to bring you both to completion. You knew you weren’t going to last long. When you gripped his shoulders, you stood on your tiptoes and took control back. That was when Chris’s moans became louder, and the intensity in his eyes picked up.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh god baby, I’m gonna come,” Chris warned.

“Me too,” you whined. Chris planted his hands on the blanket and rose his hips up to meet you as you came down.

“Oh, fuck!”

You both only lasted four more strokes before you were coming together. Chris pulled you down with him back to the blanket to wrap you in his massive arms. Both of you rode the wave of your shared release, not caring if anyone walked onto the beach to catch you. The moment was too perfect to think about reality.

After a full ten minutes, Chris was the one to roll onto you to smile down at you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded before he kissed you. “Are you?”

Chris shook his head. “I want you.”

You snorted and shook your head. “Who knew you were so insatiable, Evans.”

You could feel him hardening again inside you.

“When it comes to you—damn right, I am.”

Chris rocked into you, reawakening your desire for him. The man was going to be the death of you. Death by dick, it was a thing, it had to be.

For the next few hours, the two of you did what two naked bodies did best. Position after position, the man kept going and going and going. You weren’t complaining; you were surprised. He was pushing forty and was able to serve up quality dick back to back to back. In your coital insanity bubble, the two of you thought it was a good idea to dip into the ocean, and that turned into ocean sex. You were checking off so many firsts with him in one night you didn’t know if there would be much else to do for the rest of this quarantine.

The only reason you stopped when you saw the first hints of navy and grey in the sky was because the fire had died, and the air was nippy. You watched Chris gather the items in his full naked glory. The darkness still hid him from you for the most part, but the view was still the best view. You were delirious, so delirious that after he hid everything in the tall grasses to come back for later, he scooped you into his arms and carried you back to the guest house with the darkness as your cover.

Once inside, the two of you took a shower together that was filled with lavender-scented bubbles, giggles, kisses, and cuddles. That was when Chris co-washed your hair for you taking his time to do it properly. By the time the two of you climbed into the bed, the sky was turning a beautiful shade of pink.

You’d think it was sleep both of you did, but sleep was the farthest thing from either of your minds.

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ask-spider-man-61610 · 3 years

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So I think you’ve talked about your Doc Ock a bit on here... but have you ever encountered any other Ocks in other dimensions? How do they match up to yours?

Yes, I have. Doctor Octopus might not be exactly a universal constant, but it's certainly a common enough title that I've crossed paths with a fair number of them. I'm going to give a short little rundown of each of them, and why they should go to hell. This is gonna be a salty list. If you didn't want that, you should've come to someone else.

The Otto Octavius of Earth-1512 was the first alternate Ock I ever encountered. Unlike most of the Ocks on this list, I don't know or care what his deal is--I just spent an hour in my first ever alternate universe before I saw a man in armored green and yellow throwing cars around with mechanical tentacles. He was also working with the Green Goblin and holding civilians hostage at the time, which in my opinion is reason enough to put him in the ICU like I did. I've never been back to this universe and never will, but presumably he's just doing the same shit every month or so.

The Otto Octavius of Earth-8363, colloquially called God Ock because I guess we can't fucking help but stroke his ego, was the Ock I met during my first outing with what'd eventually be the Cluster. He's a weird edge case. First we fought a robotic duplicate of him, then his actual self after he'd done the dumbest thing I've ever seen an Ock do and integrated an extradimensional energy source into his fucking body in a bid for omnipotence. I suspect he was already basically dead when Gwen ripped the Shard out, but he had a backup personality on a secret hard drive and so we've met his AI self. He agrees it wasn't his smartest move. Still, fuck this guy. He apparently stabbed my alternate self in the back so he deserves what he got.

Oliver Octavius, of Earth-42711a, isn't a doctor. I refuse to call him Doctor Octopus, but he's calling himself that because he claims to be the son of Otto Octavius. Knowing Otto, I'm more than a little skeptical of that claim, but that doesn't change the fact that in a bid to be just like Daddy he dropped out of college to become a supervillain. When Melly noted that this plan was less than stellar he interpreted that as a personal betrayal and has sworn revenge on her. He's temperamental, idolizing of a man he's never met, and has an ego more fragile than sugar glass--and he's not even good at villainy. I walked into his lair, kicked his ass, and walked out again in less than five minutes. Oliver's pathetic. And he knows it, because he's scrambling to compensate with a desperation that anyone with half a brain can see is going to kill him very, very soon.

The Otto Octavius of Earth-22701 needs to fucking leave Morgan alone. The Peter Parker of that universe died like a century ago, and that Otto's engineered a way to stop aging so he doesn't even need to fight superheroes anymore. But no, he reads about a kid in New Orleans with my powers and decides that that's obviously his dead enemy having, I dunno, reincarnated or something. Instead of being the result of the spider-related experiments that he funded. I don't have a lot of respect for this Otto's intelligence. I've only met him in-person once, when I was going on the warpath and beating up everyone who's ever tried to kill Morgan, but for some reason having an actual Peter Parker knock two of his teeth out wasn't enough to deter him from his theory about Morgan being me. I'll try again as soon as I get a chance.

Odyssia Octavius, the Ock of Earth-777, is probably the least scientist and most mad of all the mad scientists here. Also the one who leans the hardest into the Octopus aesthetic, because alone among the Ocks she's a marine biologist. Now, unlike certain counterparts of mine I could mention, I actually don't give a fuck about her decision to serve an eldritch sea monster for power. Nor am I opposed to her overall goal--obviously we gotta save the environment, and obviously we're gonna have to fuck up some industries to make that happen. That's fine. My problems with her are more related to her habit of painfully twisting people she's got a grudge on into horrific monsters and then siccing said monsters on the populace. Even if that wasn't fucking abominable and evil beyond all recompense, it doesn't exactly convey the green message she's trying to go for. Maybe the Writhing One is modifying her logic to suit its own ends, using her as a puppet to get what it wants. Maybe she just fucking sucks. I've only ever spoken to her through the Internet, but if we ever meet face to face I'll be sure to ask which one it is right after I kick her ass and rip off big handfuls of that magic tattoo.

October Otto, the Doctor Octopus of Earth-2, is the only person in this list who I'm not inclined to attack on sight. It took me a little while to get to that point--when the me of Earth-2, Pax, introduced us I was pretty suspicious. But out of all the Ocks I've ever met, this is the only one who's not...nefarious. They're a little eccentric, more than a little shy, but overall a very well-meaning and selfless biologist. I'm glad I met them, even if their tentacles make me a little nauseous to think about. They and I still communicate occasionally, and after what happened to Pax I've been checking in with them to ask about their progress on a cure. This is one of the few people with whom I've ever felt the need to share my files on the Oz virus. I hope it does them good.

With the exception of October, all of these people are fucking awful. But none of them are as dangerous or as detestable as the Otto Octavius of Earth-61610.

The Otto I know is an unrivalled genius. His entire existence is devoted to biorobotics, and over the years he's integrated man and machine on a level that makes the Iron Man armor look like a remote-controlled action figure. He's modified his tentacles to counter my super speed, he's designed and redesigned a zillion different personal helpers, he's made himself the center of a technological superpower controlled solely by his mind. And unlike a lot of Ocks, he's not being manipulated by his tentacles. Nor was he driven insane by the accident that fused them to his body. No, this is a perfectly sane, rational prosthesis engineer who got so frustrated with the bounds of the law that he decided he had the right to start snapping necks.

He's a futurist, is the thing. A man with a grand vision of the technological utopia he could turn the world into, who thinks without a shadow of doubt that he knows what's best for the world and everyone in it, and who's decided that if you try to stop him from realizing that vision that the best thing to do is Remove you from the equation. Worse, he's written off massive swaths of the human race off as expendable--as little people whose lives are a perfectly acceptable sacrifice to bring about his future, who maybe even should be thanking him for the chance to finally mean something.

Every Octobot contains at least a few pieces of human brain. He kidnaps people, lobotomizes them, and integrates parts of their central nervous system into his systems to make his robots more adaptable and independent than purely mechanical systems could be. He's seeded mass-produced medicine with nanotech that hijacked the nervous system of the people who took it and turned them into unconscious parts of a worldwide neural network. On more than one occasion, he's tried to turn entire cities into his own personal laboratories, and everyone inside into lab rats.

Otto Octavius is a monster. No other Ock I've ever met even comes close.

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amylillian22 · 4 years

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Quarantine - Chris Evans Smut Imagine

Word Count: 2,384

Warnings: Smut. Sex.

Author’s Note: This is my first Chris Evans smut. I’m NOT very good at writing smut. So, if it’s shit, don’t tell me. I already know, ha.

[Quarantine - Part 2]

Chris closed the door to his house, panting as he took off Dodger’s leash from his collar. Dodger quickly made his way to his water bowl, lapping up the cool liquid. Wanting some cold water himself, he walked to his kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Y/N laying down on the hardwood floors in the middle of the kitchen.

Y/N was renting the house next door to Chris for the past year. When the US government ordered a shut down and stay-at-home order, Y/N didn’t know where to go as her lease was already up and the contract for her place fell through due to the pandemic.

Lucky for her, Chris offered her to stay with him. He had an extra spare bedroom that could be hers for as long she wanted to stay. Plus, he didn’t want to be home alone under quarantine when his family was back in Boston.

Now six months later, she’s laying on the floor completely frustrated by everything and everyone. She was mad no one seemed to know how to follow simple and basic rules that would have prevented the virus from spreading and would have shorten this quarantine. She missed going out with her friends and seeing her entire family on holidays. More importantly, she missed sex.

“What are you doing?” Chris asked.

Y/N sighed over dramatically. “I’m bored and frustrated.”

Chris grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Nearly chugging the entire bottle before sitting down next to her on the floor. He playfully slapped her thigh - which sent a tingle all over her body - before laying down next to her.

“What has you so frustrated?” He asked.

“Everything.”

Chris rolled his eyes before he turned to face her. “Everything can’t make you frustrated.”

She turned to look at him. “You’re still panting so hard from your run and that’s fucking annoying.”

I imagine that’s how you would sound while riding your hard dick, she thought to herself.

She closed her eyes and groaned to herself, knowing she couldn’t help it. If she wasn’t so damn tired of her sex toys, she would be out on a Tinder date right now. Except, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t take a chance like that during a pandemic where so many people were dying from COVID-19.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “My heart rate will slow down in a bit. This helps,” he closed his eyes, getting ready to meditate.

“I’m sorry,” he peeked an eye open to look at her. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just really frustrated.”

He closed his eyes and smirked, “the same way I’ve been really frustrated and why I’ve been running or walking with Dodger 3 times a day?”

Her eyes flew wide open as she gasped. She turned to face him, seeing that devilish smirk on his handsome face.

They’re just friends. They’ve never shown an interest in each other as something more, but maybe, given the current situation, maybe they can be something a bit more. Like friends with benefits.

“You’re sexually frustrated too?” She asked.

“Yup,” he popped the ‘p’ with his lips, causing her to wonder what his lips could do on her naked body.

She bit her lip and pulled her legs together. “How long as it been for you?”

“Too long.”

She didn’t know how long it was for him, but for her, it was New Years Eve. She had drunken, slutty sex with a guy she met at some Hollywood Star house party Chris invited her to. She knew Chris was one of the biggest actors, but that’s not why she was friends with him. She didn’t care about how much money he was making or the A-list friends he had in his phone contacts. She loved how loyal, kindhearted, and honest he was with her. She was a bit on the wild side and Chris was someone who made her want to get her shit together. She wanted to be a good person like him. He brought that out in her.

Now knowing he was just as sexually frustrated as she was, she was wondering if he would be on board for something friends with benefits do.

She stared at his lips, they were slightly parted as he still had his eyes closed. She wondered if his lips would part like that while he cums. Her mind began to wonder how his lips would feel against every inch of her body, sucking... licking... biting...

She immediately sat up and straddled Chris hips. His eyes widen and his body jerked up at the quick unexpected action. He held her gaze as her fingers began walking up his chest as she spoke, “I have an idea... a dirty one.”

Chris smirked as he sat up. His lips grazed her lips and whispered in a deep, seductive voice, “And exactly how dirty is it?”

She grabbed his white shirt and ripped it in half, exposing his fantastic abs. Her fingertips traced his muscles. She traced her bottom lip before tucking it between her teeth. She lowered her core and slowly started moving her hips in circles.

“You ripped my shirt,” his hands gripped her hips.

“You gonna punish me?” She challenged.

“Get up.” He commanded.

“What?” She asked, immediately stopping her hips. She pulled her hands away from him, completely confused. She thought he would want this as badly as she did.

“We have to go to my room. We can’t have sex out here with Dodger loose in the house.”

She grinned at him before getting up. He led the way to his master bedroom. He opened the door and let her in first. He closed it behind him and locked it, knowing Dodger would pull the door handle if it wasn’t.

Chris turned on his heel, only to be pressed up against the door. Y/N wasted no time and kissed him, hard and hungrily. Chris hands landed on her butt. She moaned against his mouth as he caressed her ass. Chris took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue. She gasped in his mouth as he slapped her butt cheek.

She pulled back from and shook her head. “You think you’re the one in charge tonight?”

“This is my master bedroom,” he challenged.

She stared into his dark, lust filled blue eyes, before she smirked. She leaned in, giving Chris the impression she was going to kiss him. Instead, she grabbed his cheeks tight between her hand. It was a huge turn on for Chris.

“That’s cute,” she whispered against his lips. She playfully bit his bottom lip before she let go. Her hands immediately went to the hem of his shorts and pulled them down. Her mouth watered as she saw the outline of his hard dick, waiting to be sprung free from his underwear.

She fell down to her knees and looked up at Chris as she pulled down his underwear to his ankles. She licked her lips before licking his tip, soft and slow, almost kitten like. The small action made Chris groaned and rolled his head back.

“Look at me,” she said. He did as he was told. She stuck her tongue out and licked his balls, before slowly moving up his long, hard, thick dick. She gave him a wicked grin before she slowly took him in her mouth, feeling his tip touch the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” Chris growled as she moaned long and loud, causing the vibrations to ripple all over Chris body. She hollowed out her cheeks as she slowly pulled back, and made a pop sound as her lips left his tip. She wrapped her hand around his dick, her thumb circling the pre-cum at his tip as her other hand began to massage his balls.

“Stop,” he panted. “You need to stop or I’m gonna cum all over your mouth.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” She asked.

“I rather be fucking you hard and cum inside you.”

She immediately stood up and kissed Chris. He grabbed her ass again, only to help her jump and wrap her legs around his hips. When his knees touched the edge of his bed, he tossed her as if she was light as a feather. She let out a small squeal in the process.

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” he said.

“Agreed,” she sat up and lifted her arms. Chris took off her hoodie and groaned at the sight of her bare chest.

“No bra?”

She smirked. “I’m not wearing any panties either.”

Chris immediately removed her yoga pants. She opened her legs wide, inviting him to her her wet, dripping core.

“You’re already so wet,” his fingertips brushed against the inside of her thighs, making her squirm.

“Fucking eat me out already, Evans!” She said too impatiently.

Chris tongue immediately dove in, slowly going up her clit until his lips met with her bundle of nerves that would have her shaking underneath him in seconds.

She groaned and arched her back as he sucked, bite, and licked her heated core. Her hands slipped into his soft hair, playfully tugging, begging for more, but also slightly leading him to where she liked it best.

He swirled his tongue as he slipped two fingers in, causing her to mewl. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged as she felt her orgasm building up. Her back left the bed as she arched when his third finger hit her g-spot and his thumb rubbed circles on her clit. “Fuck!” She yelled as she reached her climax.

Chris lapped up all her juices as she tried to calm down from her high. His lips left a trail of wet kisses until he kissed the valley of her breast. Her finger tips grazed his sides as he sucked on her harden nipple. She moaned in approval, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation as his teeth tugged her nipple. He didn’t leave her other boob unattended as his big, warm hand massaged her nipple. He switched and did the exact same thing.

Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist. “I can’t wait it anymore. I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Chris got up to reach for a condom from his nightstand. She grabbed it and tossed it aside. She’s not sure why she continued to be on birth control during a pandemic, but she’s thankful she did.

“I’m on birth control,” she said as she pushed him down on the bed. She straddled his lips and moved her hips up and down, lathering up his thick dick with her wet folds.

She wrapped his dick and pumped it a couple of times before she lined herself with his tip. She slowly lowered herself down his hard dick, her moaning growing louder the further deep she went. She paused for a second, getting comfortable and adjusting to his thick cock. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his bare chest. Chris hands cupped her boobs and squeezed them. He kissed the valley of her boobs as his hands slowly moved down the curves of her body and rested her on ass.

He slapped her, making her gasp. She leaned in to kiss him, her tongue dominating the heated kiss. Signaling her to move, Chris squeezed her ass, earning a groan from Y/N.

She slowly moved her hips up and carefully rushed back down, until he was balls deep. He growled as she clenched her walls around his hard dick. Chris' hands firmly gripped her hips and help her pick up the pace. He thrusted into her as she bounced up and down. Chris hissed as her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades.

She loved how thick he was. She could practically feel the veins in his dick as she rode him, making her walls clench tighter around his dick after each thrust.

“Chris,” she panted, digging her nails deeper into his skin. “I’m so close,” she said before she let out a moan. She continued to move her hips against his as his hand moved to her heated, wet core and began rubbing harsh circles against her clit.

“Chris!” She yelled as the hot bubble in the pit of her stomach exploded. With his finger still on her clit, Chris wrapped his other arm around her waist as she arched back. Her nails sliding down his back as she rode her high.

Chris thrusts were getting sloppier. Although she was exhausted, she was gonna let him finish. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back until her back touched his bed.

“Cum for me, Chris,” she whispered in his ear. Her teeth tugged his earlobe. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

Chris let out an animal realistic growl, something Y/N had never heard or expected from him, but it turned her on. Chris grabbed one of her legs and put it over his shoulder, making them both groaning at the new angle as he began pounding her.

She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him as she felt her third orgaism building up.

“Fuck you feel so good. So tight,” Chris grunted as he pounded her balls deep.

“I love your big, thick cock inside me, daddy,” she said before his tip hit her g-spot, causing her lips formed a small ‘o’.

The nickname made Chris loose it. He thrust in her one last time, before he filled her up with his cum. Her leg dropped as he fell to her chest. She wrapped her arms around him as their chest pressed against each other. He kissed her neck before his lips moved up to kiss her. She moaned when he slowly slipped out of her, already missing him.

“That was -“

“Amazing. Fantastic. Earth shattering?” She asked. He chuckled. “I’m serious. No guy has ever made me cum 3 times in one round,” she confessed.

Chris lips formed a smirk. “Give me a few minutes. And I’ll make sure you 4th one in our second round.” Her body ignited with excitement. She raised her eyebrows at him and bit her bottom lip, as if she was asking him if he was serious.

He got up and made his way to the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on. He came back out, his dick already starting to get hard again. “You coming?”

She immediately felt herself get wet again at the excitement of having hot shower sex. “We should have started this at the beginning of quarantine.”

“Baby, we’re just getting started,” he said before he kissed her and led her to the shower.

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stardew-saloon · 3 years

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Weird headcannon request: what would your favorite villagers do in an apocalypse

Listen listen listen. I fucking love anything to do with the apocalypse, especially when zombies are involved. So I’ll write about that !!

This one took a while, sorry ! I wanted to include at least all of the bachelors, and then bachelorettes in another post maybe if I’m not lazy.

Also I follow someone on my other account and I really liked how they like, used different colors to highlight names, so I think I’m gonna do that ! It’s just cute okay :)

Bachelors in the Apocalypse

Alex

Alex thinks of himself as the most ready for the apocalypse. He’s got what he and his family need to survive for months. Food, weapons (Mostly just old baseball bats), clothes, and the Will to Survive.

The zombies probably come from Zuzu city. City people are dumb and get infected right when the virus hits. Everyone in SDV is safe. For now, at least.

Alex, unlike the other villagers, refuses to interact with anyone but his grandparents. He keeps contact extremely limited with people. The only time he ever interacts is when he goes to drop off cookies at Haley’s house, per Evelyn’s request.

He does miss his best friend, though. He misses everyone. He misses that time where he didn’t hear zombies going around the town, banging on doors and smacking their heads against windows. It sucks!

Alex takes a number of zombies down. He’s easily one of the toughest bachelors, plus he’s super strong. He wants to eventually take out all of them, make the valley a safe haven like it used to be. There’s still a long ways to go, but he’s slowly making progress.

His grandparents, especially Evelyn, help out by cooking for him and others. Alex helps out other villagers by dropping off little care-packages. It’s cute! It’s also his way of keeping in contact with everyone and making sure they’re okay.

Alex is the one in a zombie apocalypse movie to survive until the end. He makes the smartest choices and keeps his family safe. He can’t afford to lose anyone else.

Harvey

As a doctor, Harvey’s first thought when he hears about the zombie apocalypse is that he needs to find a cure.

And so he tries to. For about a week. Maru is in the office with him for a while, going back and forth from her house to the doctor’s office. It’s tough experimenting on zombies and it feels.. wrong.

Even though they’re a zombie, Harvey knows that there’s a person in there. Was a person. So he gives up on the cure and instead focuses on keeping the citizens healthy.

Harvey is a goddamn tank. Were he to be partnered with Alex, the zombies would be gone within two days. However, they have different concerns. Alex keeps the zombies away from the valley, and Harvey keeps them away from houses.

They have a good system. Harvey goes around the houses to do checkups, trying to keep some form of order in the new world. He makes sure the oldies stay healthy, despite being cooped up, and that the people that are out fighting stay un-zombieified.

I think Harvey would almost last to the end, but makes a careless mistake and gets bit. Fortunately, a cure comes around! He still did research on the zombies during the apocalypse, and his notes came in handy.

Elliott

You’d think by now that Elliott would be used to being cooped up in his house. He’s practically a hermit! The only time he used to go out was to sit by the ocean or see Leah at the bar.

Now that he has to stay in, he doesn’t like it. It’s the same as all of us with quarantine. Elliott never went out much before, but now that he can’t, he wants to.

He feels like dying of boredom within a week. Fortunately, the sense of impending doom creates a good writing atmosphere. He finishes at least three books during the span of the apocalypse.

However, Elliott isn’t very smart about his survival. He either forgets to eat the food that Alex drops off, or eats it before the week is up. It’s tough.

Eventually, Elliott decides he can’t survive on his own like this. He feels like he’s going mad. It makes for nice poetry, but for now, he needs to prioritize his health.

So he makes his way to Leah’s! He figures it’s probably a good idea. Nobody ever said that you couldn’t hang out with friends, or stay with them.

While going to Leah’s, he’s not very careful with avoiding any zombies. He’s not attacked, but he is followed. Leah let’s him in of course, and then end up holed up in her house. She’s lucky enough to have the forest near her house, so she can rely on that.

Elliott probably trips up somewhere and ends up dying first, joining the rest of the zombies. He’s not very good at being a zombie, though. Which might be for the best! He doesn’t run around very much and usually just hangs back by himself.

Sam

Sam thinks he’s going to be good at the whole apocalypse thing. He’s like “I’ve played enough first-person shooter zombie games to know how to fight them off.” Then the second he’s put into combat, he falters and doesn’t know what to do.

Lucky for him, Jodi is good at fighting. Kent knows how to defend the house. Vincent knows how to ask dozens of questions about what’s going on.

And Sebastian knows how to sneak into Sam’s window at night when they haven’t seen each other in a while. They still try and keep close, but most of their conversations are over the phone. It gets lonely, sometimes.

Sam isn’t necessarily smart about the apocalypse because he doesn’t need to be. He feels bad about relying on his parents, but you would too if you had his kickass parents.

He knows how to keep Vincent safe! Vincent is taken out at least once a week, mostly to see Jas. He misses her a lot. Sam likes to see Shane, too! He misses working with his buddy, even if his body was a grouchy alcoholic that waved him off whenever Sam got within ten feet of him. Good times.

Sam really wants things to be normal again, so he tries to stick with Alex whenever he sees him out. They’re good at fighting, but Sam is very chatty and often gets distracted by other things.

Other things are usually Abigail waving out of her window and whisper-shouting for Sam. Sometimes she’ll whip out the Samson!!! just to get his attention. It usually works. Alex will take a minute just to tease him.

Sam either survives until the end of the apocalypse, or dies about halfway through while on his many night trips to see Sebastian and Abigail.

Sebastian

Apocalypse? He doesn’t even know her.

Sebastian’s life is literally the exact same. Aside from hearing less people upstairs, nothing has changed about his life. Demetrius is upstairs working on a cure or something (Seb tuned out the second he started talking) and Maru goes off with Harvey sometimes.

He heard Robin say something about building a wall or something to keep the zombies out. He wasn’t planning to help very much, seeing as the others mom and some other villagers wanted to help out. Really, the only place the zombies are coming in is through the tunnel for the bus, so if they block that off, they’ll be fine.

Sebastian is more focused on other things. Like staying in contact with Sam and Abigail to make sure that they’re still kicking. Demetrius doesn’t let anyone outside of the house, so Sebastian sneaks everywhere, whether it’s outside to go smoke or to see his friends.

He’s pretty good at fighting, though. He can defend himself a whole lot better than Sam, who he thoughts would have more experience. They both thought his video game theory was true because they’re both dummies.

Those few times where Seb does get out of the house, he’s like a zombie killing machine. It’s too bad he’s doesn’t do it very often. He’s good at sneaking around, too. Those years of tiptoeing around the house to avoid his stepdad yelling at him are really paying off.

Honestly, the whole apocalypse could end and the zombies could dissapear, and Sebastian would have no idea. He'd still be down in the basement, messaging his friends and working on his coding.

Or, for a worse ending, zombies could storm his house, saving him for last, and he wouldn’t know until it was too late and he was surrounded by a horde.

I think Seb would end up surviving, though. He’s not necessarily good at the apocalypse, he’s just good at avoiding it.

Shane

When Shane thought about sobering up, he never imagined he’d have to do it like this. The apocalypse is pain in the ass for him.

He stays with Marnie and Jas, rarely leaving the property. He doesn’t like being holed up inside for so long because then he’s just alone with his thoughts, so Jas keeps him going most of the time.

As much as he hates to admit it, he misses his old life. He hated being employed at Joja, but it gave him something to do. And yeah, he misses his annoying coworker. Lucky for him, he gets to see him one a week when Sam and Vincent pop in.

Shane can act like he’s annoyed all he wants, but now? It’s he apocalypse. Why should he be so bitter?

I’m not going to say that the apocalypse changes Shane’s attitude, but he definitely has some revelations about himself that he wouldn’t have had under different circumstances.

Shane doesn’t like fighting zombies. Not as much as Alex does, anyways. But he still helps him out if it’s ever necessary. Shane is infinitely better at defending than he is attacking. He makes sure to keep the zombies away from their house, and the town in general.

Sometimes, Marnie will ask him to deliver stuff to Leah’s house, or Sam’s since they’re awfully close. It feels like a job to him, so he actually enjoys it. He’s surprised to see Elliott at Leah’s and immediately assumes they’re banging. He doesn’t ask any questions, though. He doesn’t care.

Shane probably ends up dying after a tiny mistake that could’ve easily been avoided. He doesn’t see it as that bad, since Jas is still safe. That was all that mattered to him, really. He either dies after a few months, or an entire year into the apocalypse. Either way he does not go down easily.

I would like everyone to know that I wrote these thinking that Lewis holes himself up in his house and does not help anyone out, so they kick him out and elect Alex as mayor. It was a silly thought I had, but then I just went with it.

Alex for Mayor 2020.

It’s not necessarily like, an official position, but they all kinda trust Alex to protect them, so he just assumes the position. He’s not the smartest, which is why Penny was elected to be Vice-Mayor (Alex’s words). They do a good job running the place.

Anyways that’s all! Hope you enjoyed! Sorry this took so long, it was a lot to write hah.

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