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stevenose · 7 months

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𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖊𝖞 (18+)

kinktober: incubus!steve edition

summary: there’s something alluring about this stranger, especially when you stare into his eyes….

contains: gender unspecified reader; hypnosis (therefore, this fic is dubcon); oral (reader receiving); body worship; possessiveness; overstimulation; mind break; unprotected sex/coming inside + breeding kink; talk of somno

word count: 4.7k

a/n: hope you enjoy <3 title is from the mitski song of the same name :)

The lights in the gas station sound like they’re screaming overhead. It’s another dead shift. You occasionally glance up from your book - a collection of poems by Charles Bukowski - to scan the parking lot. The last time a car rolled up to the pumps was 12:32. Now, it’s 1:27. Your shift ends in a little over half an hour.

You sigh, humming. The room around you feels claustrophobic, filled with bright packages of candy and soda bottles. Behind you, stacks of cigarettes tower over the register. If your boss decided to add any other thing to the store, it’d be impossible to walk through. You contemplate yet again why you’re here before remembering your insomnia and night terrors, and you go back to your book.

“Hi.”

You jump. No more than five seconds have passed since you looked around. You look up from your book to find a slender, toned man standing in front of you. The fluorescents, which typically make your stomach turn, seem warm on his highlighted brunette hair. It falls in messy strands over his forehead. Thick brows quirk ever so slightly, an amused grin tugging at his plush lips. He has a straight, strong nose and freckles forming constellations over the skin of his neck. He wears all black, golden flesh peaking out here and there, toned biceps almost menacing as they strain in his t-shirt.

He’s familiar, but you’re not sure how. You know he’s never been in before. If he had, you’d have been hoping he’d come in again. You have vague recollections of him, like he’s from a dream or something just as distant and untouchable. Your eyes land on his. They resemble melted chocolate and you swear they’re swirling. You instantly feel relaxed, your hand’s grip on your book slipping.

“Hi,” he says again. His voice is smooth and calm.

You lick your lips. “Hi.”

His eyes flit down to your book, and you’re quick to catch it. “Bukowski?”

“I’m sorry?”

He nods down. “Bukowski?” he repeats.

“Oh.” You run your hands over the hard canvas cover of the book. “Y- yeah. For - for class.”

“You don’t just read him for fun?”

You lick your lips, suddenly self-conscious of them. “He’s kind of an asshole.”

His shoulders move like he’s chuckling, but no sound comes out.

“Could I get a pack of Marlboro?”

You keep staring into his eyes. They’re so warm and inviting - so is he. A welcome reprieve from your snack-filled prison. You slowly nod, and the man grins prettily as he watches you force your eyes away to search behind you for the red and white box. Your fingers shake, mind spinning. Who is he? How do I know him?

“Hard, isn’t it?”

You pause. “I’m sorry?”

“Finding the right pack,” he says. “Look to your left, two rows down. See ‘em?”

You’re still trembling when you find them. You turn around with a nod, heart hammering. “Th- thank you.”

“Thank you,” he counters, reaching forward to take them from your hands. His own are warm and soft, and they linger while your eyes get caught on his again. “I love seeing you get empty-headed like this.”

You barely understand what he’s said. “Huh?”

The man chuckles, slipping his fingers and the pack of Marlboros away from yours. He taps them on the old wooden countertop and looks you up and down. If you weren’t so enchanted, you’d realize he’s looking at you funny. Not very warm. He’s looking at you like you’re prey.

“You got a light you could lend me there, sweet thing?”

It’s harder to pull away from him this time. As you force yourself to dig through the register for your small red Bic lighter, the man frowns. He smiles again when you look back at him, wonder in your eyes. You try to hand it to him, but he shakes his head as he unwraps his cigarettes and places one between his straight white teeth.

He talks through the filter. “Be good and light it for me.”

You don’t even think about it. Your thumb quickly flicks the wheel and an orange flame lights on the other side. He raises his brows, making you lean forward to catch the end of the stick on it. You leave it there while he puffs in, eyes trained intensely on yours. You’re so sure they’re moving, the more you look. And you’re so sure you can trust this man, your body relaxed, your mind at ease. You don’t even notice the flame burning you until he takes the lighter from you.

You wince, swearing under your breath as you examine your thumb. The man reaches for it, brows knitting together in concern as he looks at the flame-licked flesh. “Poor baby,” he coos. “Pretty things like you don’t know how to be careful, huh?” His other hand, big and calloused, smooths up and down your forearm. His touch feels electric, making your hair stand up on end. “Pretty things like you need to be taken care of. Isn’t that right?”

You’re inclined to agree with everything he says. “Yes.”

He hums, looking at you through thick lashes. Then he brings your thumb to his mouth and sucks it between his lips. You watch with wide-eyed bewilderment as he sucks on it. His tongue circles it, moving slow and wet, and you notice now how much you ache between your legs. Your knees shake, his tongue hot and smooth on your burnt skin. It makes it hurt more, but you don’t pull away. You let him have his way until your thumb audibly pops out of his mouth and he grins.

“You taste just as good as I remember.”

You blink, chest heaving. You feel the strong urge to climb over the counter and into his arms. But he backs away, doesn’t pay before turning on his heel and heading back to the door. He opens it slightly, before looking back at you over his shoulder.

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”

The door shuts. The bell doesn’t jingle.

You’re confused and so insatiably horny that you could hump the countertop right now. A deep, shuddering breath makes your chest rise and fall as you rip your eyes from the door and try to calm down. The exchange felt like no time had passed, but when you glance back at the digital numbers of your clock, twenty minutes had. Your shift is almost over.

You’ll deal with the ache at home.

You’re stupefied as you drive to your apartment once your coworker relieves you. It takes five minutes to get home but it feels like eternity. You’re exhausted down to your bones. You drag your feet to the door and click the lock back into place once you’re inside. Your neediness is nonexistent now as you trudge to the fridge for a drink of water. You leave the apartment dark, intent on climbing into bed and trying to sleep. You’re well aware it may not happen. Even when you’re tired like this, sometimes you still can’t.

You move to your bedroom in silence. You’re quick to strip your shirt off, throwing it towards the hamper and missing before stepping out of your pants. You hum softly as you reach for the waistband of your underwear.

Suddenly, a hand wraps around your torso.

Soft lips are pressed against the shell of your ear.

“Hi.”

A body presses against yours, something hard pressing into your ass as you’re bent forward. You feel stuck, and yet your arousal has come back tenfold in the span of a single second. You whimper, uncertain and confused and a little scared.

“It’s just me,” he says. “You know me, don’t you?”

In the dark of your bedroom, it clicks. You’ve dreamed of him, the man from the gas station. Ever present and mostly comforting after sleepless nights. You remember his body on yours, shushing you, promising nothing but pleasure. You never felt very rested after these dreams. And sometimes, they weren’t dreams, but nightmares. You felt protected by him, but sometimes, his body would grow heavier on yours - lips biting at you, pain searing through your body while he moaned that you’d stay there with him. You always woke up.

But now….

“You do remember, huh?” he says, pulling you upwards against his chest. One of his large hands wraps around your neck and his fingers lock gently around your jaw. He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’ve missed you. Always coming home from your long shifts when I had to return to my realm.” He chuckles and nuzzles his nose behind your ear. “Missed you so much I decided I’d come visit you when you were awake instead.”

You’re suddenly flipped around, your bare chest pressed against his. The man is just as handsome as ever, now naked, the only thing separating you from him a thin pair of underwear. You’re able to see the toned muscles of his biceps and, faintly in the dark, you can see the curvature of what looks like two wings on his back. His eyes capture yours again. Warm, dark and honey-like, thick and syrupy. They are swirling. You feel relaxed, heavy - but you fight it, even more uncertain than before.

He scoffs and cups your cheek with one hand while the other slides down your torso. He keeps your eyes locked on his, watching your brows connect and disconnect in amusement. “Lean into it, sweetheart. Let it take care of you. Let me take care of you. I’ve done it before.”

You aren’t expecting his nimble fingers to tuck between your thighs, but it shocks you enough that your resolve diminishes. Your body is anchored to the floor before him and ready and willing to take anything he gives you. Right now, that’s his digits, sliding along your perspiring skin. “See how aroused you are? Your body remembers me. It remembers who you belong to, doesn’t it?”

You nod, mouth falling open slowly as the ecstasy of his fingers and swirling eyes lull you deeper.

How did you ever think you didn’t belong to him? How could you forget him?

“There you are,” he beams. “There’s that pretty submission. You’ll do anything I ask.”

“Anything,” you repeat softly.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who am I?”

You have to search for it. You know it, somewhere, somehow.

“Come on,” he coos. His fingers touch a particularly sensitive spot, forcing your knees to buckle. He catches you, smiling still. Predatory, amused with you. “It’s in that pretty head of yours.”

“Steve.”

“Mhm,” he praises. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard you say it.”

You’re wrapped up under him with nowhere to go. You don’t have to look into his eyes anymore to be his. He claims you, lips pressing against yours, kissing you heavy and hot and desperate. He holds you up with an arm wrapped around you while the other stays firm between your legs, making you quiver and shake. Your mind is a blank slate every time his tongue laps across yours, or when his teeth pierce the flesh of your lip.

He talks to you between kisses. “I’m. Not ever. Letting you get away from me. Again.”

You gasp, arch, and keen in his arms, closer and closer to tumbling, to your stomach snapping. Your fingernails dig into his biceps, pinching the skin, and he groans happily.

“You’ve never felt me like this before,” he smiles. “Not while you’re awake.”

You shake your head, lips quivering, eyes hazy with tears and pleasure.

“Hmm.” Steve rests his forehead against yours. “Cum.”

Your back arches into him and you cry as you do, legs shaking, mind lost. A little drop of drool sneaks past your kiss-bitten lips. Steve licks it up happily, feeding off of everything you give him and everything he gives you. The hand buried inside of your ruined underwear finally pulls them down around your ankles.

“Bed.”

You move quickly, letting your back hit the cool sheets. It warms up quickly with your burning skin on it. He doesn’t follow, however. He’s imposing as his shadowed figure watches you from afar, strong arms folded across his hair dusted chest. Soft, dark wings protrude above his shoulders. Anxiety creeps into you and sits heavy in your stomach with your want until he speaks.

“Spread your legs and touch yourself.”

You do. Shaking legs part and your hand creeps downwards. You don’t have the headspace to protest the slight pain that accompanies your touch, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. The pleasure seems to take over, anyway. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before - a thick, viscous feeling that settles bone-deep in every part of you. You sigh and shiver, skin prickling as you continue.

Steve’s eyes are darker now. He watches you intensely. “I know you haven’t had the time to do this for a while. You’re so sensitive and eager - you crave cumming, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you moan, already feeling the intensity growing in your lower stomach.

“Your fingers are nothing compared to mine, though, huh? Nothing will ever be like my cock fucking deep inside of you, stretching you to bursting, will it?”

“No!” You want it so bad. You have a vague memory of it, of his cock making you cry in pain and pleasure, his big hands pinning you down. It makes you ache deeply, but you’re in no position to beg. Not unless he instructs you to.

“Try. Use your stupid fingers and fuck yourself.”

They slide in easily, to your surprise. You gasp and keen, back arching off the soft mattress below and into the cold air of the room. You’re quick to slide three fingers inside of you, something that would usually hurt but just feels like nothing now. You whine, frustrated, your impending orgasm slowly drifting away from you. You shut your eyes so tight they hurt, trying to get it back, and when you open them Steve is on top of you.

“You can’t make yourself cum anymore.” His voice drops with fake pity, looking at you with an entertained pout. “Only I can give that to you. You belong to me.”

He takes your wrist and pulls your hand away, quirking his head as he examines it. Then he slides your fingers into his mouth, tasting you, as a single finger replaces them inside of you. Steve moans, black eyes drifting shut, wet tongue swirling around your fingers as he crooks his. You wail, so full on just one of his digits - and how does he know exactly where to push and press? You’re arching up again, ripping your fingers from his lips to grip the sheets.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he coos, sliding a second finger in. It stretches you so much your eyes cross. “I can’t wait to see your face when I get my cock inside of you. Only ever saw it when you were dreaming….”

Steve kisses you. His lips are a sharp contrast to his touch and demeanor. He kisses you like he loves you. So slow and methodical, leaving you breathless and needy and clenching hard around his fingers. You can’t think of anything other than him. His lips taste like vanilla, so sweet, addictive. You chase them, whimpering into his mouth every time his fingers brush across your most sensitive spots. He chuckles as he pulls his head back slightly just to watch you follow him.

“Good pet,” he beams, proud. But instead of rewarding you he slides his fingers away, leaving you perpetually on the cusp of pleasure. Your eyes well with tears and he gently pats your cheek, marking it with your arousal. “Don’t cry. Be good for me, be patient. I need to take my time with you.”

Endearingly, he rubs his nose against yours. You relax and let your eyes fall shut, though they don’t want to. You’d like to drink him in.

“You are going to be good for me, aren’t you? Just like you always were?” he asks, hands moving to softly cup your chest. He laughs suddenly. “Of course you are. I’ve already marked you as mine, haven’t I?”

Your head nods in its own accord. It's a fact. You’re his.

“I’m your guardian angel,” he continues, hands exploring your body. They’re calloused and cruel and yet so welcome against your skin. “‘m always watching you, darling. Here to save you from a life of nothing. From all those sick men that tried to have their way with you. Did you know they couldn’t have you? That my cum’s already marked you? Would you have given yourself to them?”

“No,” you whisper. “Never.”

He moans and finally kisses your neck, directly on a sensitive spot. You moan and reach for him, splaying your hands out on his back. It tickles, supernaturally so, a shiver creeping slowly down your spine. The pleasure makes your mind blank again, sends your legs upwards to wrap around his waist. You feel his hard cock press against your own arousal and you gasp - he’s freezing. You moan, high-pitched and needy.

“There we go,” Steve grins, kissing across your throat. His fingers pinch at your nipples. “Missed that sound so much, makes my cock so hard, honey. You feel it?” He pushes his hips forward, knocking his cock against you. Not only is he cold, he’s thick and long. You moan a little louder, hips bucking upwards towards him. “Uh-huh, still so drunk on my cock after a few weeks, aren’t you? Can’t believe I fell for such an angel.”

Your nails dig into his back, just by his wings, as he sucks a harsh hickey into your neck. You shudder and keen, the overwhelming horniness hitting you again like a freight train. You fuck yourself against his cock, shivering at the cold. Steve’s lips find your nipples as he kisses downwards and he takes a chance to worship them. His tongue swirls around the peaks and you cry out desperately. Your hands move up to his hair, tangling and tugging in the thick brown locks. Steve groans and ruts his cock against you again. The feeling is overwhelming, like you could lose yourself just from this, from being played with. A bruise blooms across your pec as Steve pulls away, immediately attaching his mouth to the other.

“Steve,” you whimper, tugging his hair harshly. You’re under his spell, but your frustration has grown to an imperceivable level. He growls, reaching up to pull your hands from his hair and pin them beside your head. The impatient evil is clear in his eyes when he looks at you now, and you’re quick to shy away from him.

“You’ll be good for me,” he says sternly. “You’ll lay here and take what I give you and do as I ask.”

You nod, lips parted in ecstasy as he grinds his cock against you again.

“Shouldn’t have waited so long, huh? Knew you’d get so fucking needy,” he mumbles, pulling back to examine your sweat-slick skin. “You’re too goddamn pretty when you’re under me like this.”

Suddenly, he slides downwards, until he’s facing your arousal. You’re obedient and still, eyes focused up on the ceiling. To your surprise, he presses his nose against you and inhales deeply. Even his nose against you makes your hips jerk and a moan tumble from your lips.

“Y’smell incredible,” he murmurs. “And you taste so sweet.”

His tongue licks a broad stripe upwards. Your eyes roll back and you grind against his nose, shouting with a weak cry. Steve laughs. Your desperation heightens with each little kitten-lick he gives you. You keep still this time, though.

“I’ve been waiting to worship this,” he mutters. He lifts your legs to settle the backs of your knees over his shoulders. The leathery softness of his wings tickles the back of your calves. “Should be in my mouth all the fuckin’ time.”

You cry when his wet tongue engulfs you. There’s no gentle build-up. He eats you like he’s starved for it, which he has been. No other victim has ever been as addictive and sweet as you. He’s chased it for nights on end before realizing that you’re made for him. The universe invented you for him. And he won’t let it take you away from him, not again.

“I’m never letting you leave,” he says between broad licks. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

You moan, whine, beg for him while his mouth continues to lick and suck. He’s making a mess on the bed beneath you. Steve’s hands grip at your thighs harshly, nails biting into them. It’s hardly been two minutes and you’re ready to cum again.

You’re a vessel for pleasure and you’ll take what he gives you greedily.

“You’re close, huh?” he asks, sliding his hands up to lace your fingers through his. “Want you to cum in my mouth - gotta taste you.”

You nod as your chest heaves and hips twitch. Your mouth falls open and your thighs squeeze around his head, but he never stops his ministrations. If anything he tries harder. His tongue fucks you, feeling much longer than it did when it was buried in your mouth. And when he isn’t licking, he’s sucking, with such perfect pressure that he keeps you on the precipice of cumming. The pleasure tightens in your abdomen but it never fully snaps. You’re about to hyperventilate, tears pricking your eyes, completely at his mercy.

Just when you think your brain will snap, he commands, mouth full of you, “Cum.”

And you do.

You cry out until your voice is hoarse, fingers squeezing Steve’s, body rigid and eyes rolling back. He stares up at you with those pretty eyes, watching and feeling you convulse on him. But he doesn’t stop. Even when you’ve come down and start whining from the constant stimulation. It’s only when tears start streaming down your cheeks and you sob loudly that he stops. Steve climbs over you quickly and catches your tears on his tongue. He groans lowly at the taste.

“Always been so pretty when you cry,” he muses, his wet tongue licking up your cheek. It tickles and if you weren’t under a trance you’d probably think it was gross. “Need to be inside you, I can’t wait anymore.”

You spread your legs wide for him to nestle in between them. “Look at me,” he instructs, so you prop yourself up onto your elbows to look down at him. You watch in wonder while he jerks his cock. It’s thicker and longer than you’d initially thought just by feeling him. Precum pools down his pale shaft. A little mole offsets a thick vein sprawling up the underside. His balls are heavy - your body craves the cum inside of them. You’ve surely never taken something so thick and big - or, not while awake, at least.

“It’ll fit,” Steve promises, as if he can read your mind. “I’ve made it fit before. Spread your legs real wide for me, let me see the mess I made.”

You spread your legs a little wider. Steve pushes you gently back down onto your back and towers over you. He’s handsome in the soft moonlight, streaming through a thin curtain. His eyes seem to glow.

“Relax,” he commands, and you do. Every muscle in your body goes lax. He smiles and kisses your forehead. “Good pet,” he laments, lining the tip of his cock up with your hole. It’s still freezing. You shiver and he smiles in sympathy. “I know, you’ve never liked it. It’s going to hurt at first, but you’ll love it soon. I know you will.”

You nod and let him maneuver your legs up over his shoulders again. You’re forced in half. It makes it a little hard to breathe, but Steve still commands, “Take a deep breath for me.”

Your breath shudders as air fills your lungs. It’s quickly punched out of you when he sheathes his cock inside in one fluid shove.

The memory of him fucking you comes back so clearly. The stretch. The feeling of him in your lungs. The plushness of his balls resting against your ass. The sharp pain deep inside of you. Your eyes squeeze shut and you whine, throwing your head to the side.

“It’s okay,” he soothes. “You’re going to take it.”

His hips roll out, granting you temporary relief, before driving back in. Your eyes fly open, mouth dropping, brows furrowing. Steve nods, swirling eyes excited. “Fuck,” he groans lowly, pushing in harder as if he could get any deeper. “Squeezin’ the shit out of me, pretty baby, look - look at that, knew you could take me. You open right up for me, don’t you?”

Your chin meets your chest as you look down to where you’re connected. You can see how tight your walls hug him.

“Look how you’re suckin’ me in,” he growls. “Fuck, my cock missed stretching this hole open.”

You nod wordlessly. You’re starting to drool on yourself. Steve grins and surges forward to kiss you again. It’s much different from the soft gentleness he gave before. His lips overtake yours, moving faster than yours can keep up with, enveloping your mouth and licking into it. It temporarily distracts you as his cock drills you, forcing out moans from you. Steve licks them up, tongue massaging yours sloppily. You taste yourself on him. The position he’s fucking you in makes his cock hit so deep - it feels so good. So good that you start crying and writhing under him.

“Uh-huh,” he grits, biting your bottom lip harshly and tugging it towards him before letting it go. “Be good, be my little fucktoy, honey, let me ruin this hole again - m-make you mine forever.”

“Yours forever,” you cry, breathless.

Steve growls. His black eyes stare at the side of your face, your head thrown to the side again in bliss. “You aren’t going anywhere,” he promises. “Gonna stay here on my fat cock all fucked out f-for the rest of eternity. All mine, fuckin’ bred up - oh, fuck - gonna breed you.”

A part of you is terrified of this, but a much louder part of you needs it. Your head straightens and you stare at him wide eyed and needy, pouting. He bites your lip again, fucks the breath out of you until you feel like you’re suffocating.

“Tell me,” he urges, fucking you deep and slow. “Tell me you’ll build a world with me.”

You nod, lost in his eyes. “I’ll build with you.”

Steve reaches down to play with you, forcing you closer to your third orgasm. “I love you,” he moans. “Love you, never gonna l-let you go, gonna keep you nice and f-full and happy.”

“I love you,” you sob.

Steve shivers. “Only me?”

You nod, tightening around him. “Only you, only you, only you!”

“Cum,” he moans, and you do again, just as he presses his lips to yours. With a groan, he shoves himself all the way inside of you and cums in thick, sticky, hot ropes. His balls contract against your ass as he fills you up. You throw your head back, biting down on your tongue while he strokes you through it. “Yes, yes, take it, so fucking good and pretty, I - mmmmph!”

You’re desperate to catch your breath as you settle. Steve lets your legs fall from his shoulders gently. He eyes you hungrily as he slowly withdraws his cock. He’s cum so far inside of you that none of it leaks out - not yet, at least. You’re fucked stupid under him, eyes crossed, drool at the corner of your mouth. He kisses it away.

“Just rest,” he whispers, pulling your sheets over your body. “Let it take, sweetheart. Keep those legs closed for me now. And when you wake up, I need you to quit your job for me. Got it? Can’t have them taking you away from me again.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promises, kissing your forehead as you begin to doze off.

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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the checkup

summary: your regular doctor wasn’t in the day of your checkup, so you proceeded your appointment with his fill in…

cw: hospital sex

word count: 2.5k

you weren’t really the type that would go to get a check up every month, but you decided last week that it needed to change. you called the hospital and made an appointment for the man that’s been your doctor since you were in high school, dr. zeke, and made sure it was on a day you were absolutely free so you weren’t late.

when the day came you threw on some calm clothes before driving over to the nearby hospital for your checkup. as you parked your car, you put in one of your airpods and called your friend sasha on facetime since you knew it was a hit or miss when it came to waiting room time. “sup hoe” she mumbled, her phone set up at her vanity while she did her makeup. “sup biatch i’m finna check in real quick” you said before approaching the front desk. “hi what can i do for ya!” the overly happy lady at the desk asked. “m’here for my appointment. y/n l/n?” the woman gave you a small nod while searching you up on her computer to check you in. “you’re here for dr. zeke correct?” you nodded your head. “he’s not in today, but we can put you in for another doctor if that’s okay with you”

why would they not call you to let you know that? you would've been said no and not wasted gas to get here. you didn’t let the annoyance reach your face as you gave the lady a half smile before speaking. “and how long will be take?” the lady looked at her screen again? probably looking at how many other patients were under the replacement. “hmmm not long at all. there’s only one person ahead of you” you nodded your head before telling the lady you’ll take it. as you waited in your chair, you and sasha talked about random things to pass the time.

“yea he was real fine too. short hair, tattoos all over his body, strong arms, and the sexiest grills i ever seen on a man. and his accent? y/nnn i wanted to eat him furreal.” you giggled as you listened to your friend drool over this mysterious bartender she met a couple nights ago. “did you get his number or anything?” you asked. sasha gave you a “duhh” look before holding up a napkin with digits on it. “you know i had t’get that numberrrrr. can’t hold it in the camera too long tho. ion want you to try n steal em” you rolled your eyes as sasha threw the napkin back in her vanity drawer.

“miss l/n?” you lifted your head towards the lady peeking in the waiting room. “that’s me” you said, standing up before you approached the women. “aight sash i gotta go.” you mumbled before hanging up the phone. the woman had you follow her to one of the empty rooms, letting you sit down and get yourself situated before speaking. “okay so m’just gonna check your breathing, hearing, and sight. along with your blood pressure s’that okay?” you nodded your head, letting the women do her job without complaint. when she finished she grabbed her clipboard and headed out the room, telling you the doctor would be there shortly before exiting.

it was only about a five minute wait before your eyes were graced with a beautiful sight. dr. zeke has always been handsome to you, but the man before you right now quickly put him in the back of your mind. “hi, i’m dr. onyankopon jackson. you can call me dr. o, dr. j, dr. oj, it really don’t matter t’me as long as you comfortable.” this man had to be no more than two or three years older than you, fresh taper fade on his head, and shiny clear glasses that sat beautifully on his big nose. “miss? miss you alright” he said, genuine concern adorning his features as his dark brown eyes looked you over repeatedly.

you finally snapped out of your trance, sitting up straighter on the exam table as you gave the doctor a shy smile. “y-yea m’fine dr. o, just a little tired” you said, making his concern deepen as he began to approach you. “hmm, you been getting good sleep lately ms. l/n?” you shook your head as he pulled a small light from the front pocket of his lab coat, getting a good look at your pupils with the light before going to his clipboard to write something down. “you can call me y/n by the way. that’s what i’d prefer” he turned towards you and gave you a small smile. his pearly white teeth shining in the light of the room before he spoke. “okay y/n. i see you’re here for a checkup” he spoke as he read from the his clipboard. “you been having any pain anywhere?"

now where you really having any pains? no. you were healthy as a horse, but he didn’t know that and you didn’t want to leave too early, so ofc course you lied. “been having a little pain in my neck” you said, dragging it further by whimpering a little as you rubbed the back of your “pained” area. dr. o got right up from his seat, making his way to you before lightly touching your neck with his gloved hands. right at the bottom of his glove you thought you saw a hint of ink on his skin, but he was moving too fast for you to see it. “right here?” he asked, his deep voice already sending shivers down your spine. dr. o noticed this, smirking behind you as he continued feeling out the back of your neck for any lumps or bruises.

“mhmm right there” you breathed out. your voice accidentally letting your neediness slip from the feeling of his strong hands on your neck. you don’t know if he worked out or what, but the feeling of his hands were making you melt. “how this feel?” he mumbled before running two fingers from your neck all the way down your spine to your lower back. “feels like you got the wrong job. need to be a masseur.” a hearty chuckle rumbled from his broad chest as dr. o continued to run his fingers along your spine. “i’ll take it into consideration. would you book me?” his voice was like butter, so smooth and deep as he slowly moved his hands from your back. “definitely”

dr. o chuckled before making his way to the front of the exam table. “can you stand up f’me” you did as he said, getting down from your seat on the table before looking to him for your next directions. “try slowly turning your head from side t’side. if you feel any discomfort let me know.” you gave him a quiet “kay” before turning your neck from left to right then up and down. “i was gon say for you t’do that next, but you beat me too it. good girl, maybe you got the wrong job too” your stomach got butterflies from the praise. making you have to use all your strength to mask the fact that you were going crazy over this man. dr. o moved behind you touching your neck and back again to see if there were any changes from when you were sitting down to now.

“kay now bend over f’me. touch your toes if y’can” your palms were sweating now, making you have to repeatedly wipe them on your leggings before you bent over, touching your toes just like he said. you didn’t miss the small “damn” that left his mouth at the sight of your red thong showing through the thin fabric of your leggings. he once again had his big strong hands on your back, moving up towards your neck from behind you. as he reached the top of your neck you began to feel something hard poking your ass. “uhh doctor?” you said in a small voice, pulling dr. o out of his trance before he replied. “yes ma'am?”

“do you have something in your pocket?” his eyes slowly went from your ass to his pants, his hard on fighting the fabric of his black slacks just from the look of your body. he knew what he was about to do was very unprofessional and could probably cost him his job, but he just couldn’t resist any longer. “no” he said before pushing himself into you. his big gloved hands grabbing your hips to keep you from falling before the doctor began grinding his dick into your clothed pussy. a moan flew from your mouth at the contact, making your hand instantly fly to your mouth to keep from someone hearing. “y’know, ion think anything on your body hurts at all, but i can fix that. you want the doctor t’fix it?” as he spoke, your arousal started to flood your panties, quickly soaking them as well as your thin leggings. dr. o noticed this, smirking before slowly turning you around to face him.

“y-yes” you whispered, earning you a small kiss on the lips before he picked you up and placed you back on the table. “lay down f’me, there’s a spot ian get t’check yet” as soon as you laid down his gloved fingers were in the waistband of your leggings, yanking them down so he could get a better look at your panty clad pussy. “i jus know she’s pretty just from seeing her soak up like this” he mumbled before leaning down and giving it a sloppy kiss. the fabric of your panties getting even more soaked as he tongue kissed your clit through it. “o-ohh my goshh dr. o pleasee” you whimpered, your hands flying to his hair as you pushed his face deeper into you. he looked up at you, moving back so he can undo his belt with one hand and remove your soaked panties with the other. “you can call me ony princess. we more than well acquainted now” he said with a smirk before pulling your body towards him by your thighs. ony freed his dick from his boxers, the sight of it making your eyes widen. this man was packing. he smiled at your surprise, teasing you a little by rubbing it up and down your already sensitive pussy.

“i don’t have a condom” you leaned up towards him, your lips centimeters away from his as you caressed the nape of his neck. “put it in, we’re more than well acquainted now” your big brown eyes blown with lust as ony gave you a devilish grin. without another word he sunk deep into you, dick already filling you up and he was only halfway in. “you can take the whole thing can’t you ma?” you nodded your head, crashing your lips into his to muffle your moans as ony shoved the rest of his inches inside of you. he didn’t stop there, pounding you repeatedly without giving you any time to adjust, the stinging stretch of him bringing tears to your eyes.

“i know mama, but i’m a busy man. got another appointment in thirty minutes.” he continued to fuck you deeply, wrapping his gloved hand around your throat while having you suck the fingers of his other. the latex taste spreading all over your tongue as your drool began to drip from your lips to your shirt. “sloppy little mouth you got. wish i had enough time t'put it to work” you whined before slowly releasing his fingers with a pop, your pussy fluttering around his dick from the thought of him fucking your throat. “i can always come back for another check up” you said in a breathless tone, making ony smile before he quickly started picking you up by your thighs. “s’much as i would love that. i think i rather have you in my bed”

a smile would’ve graced your features if you werent getting fucked so good right now. you settled for a quick nod as ony continued to bounce your body and and down his dick. he gave you a few more strokes before putting you down. quickly turning you around and bending you over the table before sliding right back in. before you could scream, ony’s latex covered hand surrounded your lips. his palm muffling your cries as he quickly pounded away at your pussy. your clit rubbed repeatedly on the leather of the table as his strong thrusts would jerk your body back and forth. “you on the pill mama? don’t want you coming in here for different types of checkups” he said, smiling as he watched you quickly nod your head yes. you were eager for this man to cum in you. “good girl” ony groaned before picking up his pace, dick twitching repeatedly inside of you as he felt his release on the tip of his tongue. you were right there with him too, the double stimulation of your clit and g spot finally getting to you as you clenched tightly around his dick. “i feel it ma. let it out f’me” a shiver ran down your spine at his words, your final scream muffled from his hand as you shook and squirted all over his pants. the feeling of his cum filling you soon came after as the two of you caught your breath.

“you good?” he asked, turning your head towards him so he can check on you. there was a lazy smile on your lips as you looked up at him with glossy eyes. “feel so much better now, thank you doctor” ony mirrored your smile, his pretty teeth making your stomach do flips before he spoke “my pleasure”. as the two of you got dressed and fixed yourselves up, he removed his wet gloves and made sure to put that you were feeling great on his chart before handing you a paper to show that you’ve been taken care of. “aha! i knew you had tattoos. how old are you anyways.” you said as you looked at his ink filled hands.

ony looked up at you from his seat, smiling as he took off his lap coat and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. there were tattoos running up and down his arms and even some peeking at you from his collar. “got some on my chest too, but you just gon have to come over to see, and i’m twenty six” like you thought, he was older than you. a smile graced your features as you limped to the door, giving the man an annoyed look as he laughed. “you look like you might actually need a doctor now” you rolled your eyes at his teasing before straightening yourself up and walking as normal as you could out of the room.

as you made it to your car, you realized that you didn’t ask for ony’s phone number. “fuck” you breathed as you glanced towards the paper he signed before giving you. ‘maybe if i search up his name i can find his insta or sum’ you thought as you picked up the paper only to find that you wont be needing to do any of that. there in big red ink read his name and number with a little note at the bottom.

ony 347-***-****

‘call me when you need another checkup’

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Necessary Roughness

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: It's been exactly a year since the Bengals Super Bowl appearance against the Rams. This fic is traveling back in time to 2/13/22 to relive some of those moments, both good and bad.

Location: Bengals Super Bowl after-party at Pauley Pavilion on the UCLA campus (with a few flashbacks to SoFi Stadium).

A/N: I'm in my Super Bowl feels and decided to churn out a little something to make me feel better. Fair warning: The smut is smutting. There's a 99% chance I'm going to write a part 2 for this, but it'll be a minute (more like a month) since I'm slow as hell.

Part 2 is now up : Necessary Roughness II

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You take a sip of your margarita, throwing occasional glances at the stage where your man is singing and half-ass gyrating with Kid Cudi.

"This marg is kinda weak," your best friend announces. "Like lime kool-aid with a tiny splash of tequila."

"Yeah, it sucks," you nod in agreement, rolling your shoulders before thinking back over the past several hours.

The Super Bowl did not go the way you wanted. The temperature was 82 degrees at kick-off, second hottest on record. "This ain't football weather!" seemed to be the battle cry of the Bengals fans in your section at SoFi Stadium. It all went down hill from there. The o-line couldn't block for shit, serving Joe up on a platter for a Super Bowl record 7 sacks and a ton more pressures and hits. You shake your head when you remember how scared you were on that one really awful hit. With 11:38 left in the game, Joe was absolutely hammered to the ground, immediately grabbing his good knee and grimacing in pain. You held your breath until he finally got to his feet and limped off the field, refusing medical treatment. You held your breath on every play after that as well, absolutely terrified that he would get another gruesome injury like he did in his rookie season.

"Hey, you want another crappy drink?" Your bestie's voice pulls you out of your anxious recollection for a second. "Uhhh, yeah. Thanks." She nods her head and waves the bartender over as you slide back down memory lane.

Even with everything that went wrong, the Bengals still damn near won the game. It took a sketchy holding call with less than 2 minutes left to win it for the Rams. "Fuck 'em," you whisper, taking a sip of your fresh drink as you think about the look on Joe's face as you greeted him briefly in the tunnel after the game. You bite your lip when you think of the pain in his eyes.

"This drink is stronger," your bestie chirps, giving you a thumbs up as the music hits a crescendo before slowly grinding to a halt as Kid Cudi's set ends. "Much stronger," you smile, taking another sip while searching the stage for Joe; he knew where you were -- on the far back wall at the makeshift bar -- so you knew he'd eventually make his way to you.

You continue to sip your drink as your best friend chatters in your ear. "This is kind of a weird place to have an after-party," she states. "What's it called again?"

"Pauley Pavilion," you answer. "It's really close to where they guys are staying."

"Cool," she says, swaying in her seat to the fairly subdued DJ set that's just started up. "Are they gonna have another live set?" she asks, "or just this DJ stuff?"

"I'm not sure. I guess we'll find out in a bit." You pat her leg and give her a smile. "I'm glad you're here with me, Gina."

"Me too," she grins, looking around at the other folks posted up at the bar. "Doesn't seem like very many WAGS came."

"They're mostly up front by the stage."

"Oh, that makes sense."

You take another sip of your cocktail before letting your mind wander a bit.

You didn't want to come to the after-party, but you knew you needed to support Joe who really didn't want to come. When he'd locked eyes with you in the tunnel at SoFi, your stomach dropped at the look on his face. You were devastated for him, but you were also really glad he seemed to be in one piece, even though he was slightly favoring his 'good' knee. You'd waited for him to greet his parents before stepping forward to hug him. "I love you," you'd murmured against his sweaty neck, feeling his arms tighten around you as he returned the sentiment. His eyes were glassy as he stepped back and captured your gaze. "You're still coming to the after-party, right?" he'd asked, grimacing for a second while shifting his weight onto his hurt knee before quickly shifting it back. You'd dodged the question. "How's your knee?" He'd shrugged. "Prob just sprained. I'll get an MRI when we get back home."

You smile to yourself when you remember him leaning down until his nose was almost touching yours.

"Babe, I need you to focus. Are you coming to the after-party?" You'd grinned at his bossy tone. "Yes, sir. Your parents aren't coming, but Gina is coming with me. I need to stop by the airbnb first to shower and change clothes. I'm sweaty and gross." He'd given you a quick kiss. "You're never gross," he'd whispered, waving to a team employee who was trying to get his attention. "Gotta go," he'd said, slowly backing away from you. "Text me when you get to the party."

You sigh as a loud burst of laughter pulls you back to the present. A few seconds later, you almost jump off of your barstool when you feel a big hand squeeze your shoulder then slide under your long hair to rest on your neck. "What the hell?" you snap, throwing a nasty look at the offender before realizing it's Joe. "Oh shit, Joe, you scared the hell out of me," you laugh, pressing a hand over your racing heart. "I thought you were some strange perv." He grins at the look on your face. "Nope, just a familiar perv," he teases, giving you a wink. "Good game, Joe," Gina chirps, smiling when Joe makes a stank face. "I thought y'all should've won." Joe heaves a sigh and shrugs his shoulders. "It is what it is," he mumbles, giving Gina a smile to soften his abrupt words.

You squirm in your seat as Joe shifts his gaze back to you, giving you a slow up-and-down look while licking his lips. "I like your outfit," he says, reaching a hand out to finger the slinky fabric of your mini skirt. "Thanks," you whisper, glad you'd opted for the flirty circle skirt paired with a white v-neck tee, cognac leather knee boots and a matching lightweight leather jacket.

Joe leans in close. "I've got something to show you."

"Okay," you grin, giving him an expectant look.

He shakes his head. "Not here. It's behind the stage."

"Oh," you mutter, your eyes going wide at the wicked look on his face. "I can't leave Gina by herself," you say weakly.

He gives you a soothing smile before looking at Gina. "I'll bring her back in like 30 minutes, okay? Just stay here and don't move."

"No prob," Gina says, taking a loud slurp of her cocktail while giving you a knowing smirk. "Take your time."

"C'mon," Joe orders, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the throng of people, keeping his head down so he won't be recognized. You follow close behind, breathing a sigh of relief when you eventually find yourself in a mostly-empty hallway just behind the stage. "Where are we?" you whisper, eyes going wide as Joe opens a door and ushers you into a pitch-black room. "It's a storage room," he answers, flipping the light switch before locking the door. He turns to face you, the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling providing just enough light to see his heated look. He strips his jacket off as you take a quick glance at your surroundings -- mostly boxes stacked up against the walls. You toss your purse on top of a large box quickly followed by your jacket, licking your lips in anticipation as Joe closes the distance between you.

"How did you find this place?" you giggle.

"I asked one of the security guys if there was a private room I could use."

"Wait," you whisper. "What if he hid a camera in here?" Joe stops in his tracks and looks around the room before looking back at you. "Shit, can't risk that," he mutters, his voice husky with desire tinged with disappointment.

Damn, you think to yourself, trying hard to keep your own disappointment from showing. Joe takes in the look on your face and quickly makes a decision. "We don't need light," he states, placing his big hands on your waist and lifting you up and to the side before setting you down in front of a stack of boxes. He takes a few steps back and tilts his head. "Back up a little," he directs, giving a thumbs up when you take a couple steps back, your ample ass hitting about halfway up the top box. "Perfect," he murmurs, turning on his heel and striding toward the door, locking eyes with you as he reaches for the light switch. "You done manhandling me?" you laugh. "Just getting started," he growls, something primal flashing in his eyes before he flicks the switch, plunging the room into complete darkness.

You blink your eyes a few times, trying and failing to make out his shape in the pitch-black room. "Uhhhh, Joe? Where are you?"

"Right here," he answers, not more than a foot away from you. You reach both hands out and encounter his muscular chest, flattening your palms against him as he slowly closes the distance between you, backing you up against the stack of sturdy boxes. You feel the heat radiating off of him and smell his scent -- clean with a hint of spice. "It's so dark," you whisper, your pulse rate kicking into overdrive when you feel him drop a kiss on your neck. "Totally dark," he purrs, latching his lips onto your sensitive skin and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You whimper at the delicious sensation, suddenly aware of how loud you sound in the semi-silence.

"Are they gonna play more live music or just this half-ass DJ stuff?" you whisper, jumping as the next live set starts up. You feel Joe's gruff laugh against your neck. "Now we can be as loud as we want," he murmurs, sucking hard on the delicate flesh just behind your ear.

You close your eyes as he continues to tease you. You can feel the heavy bass from the speakers vibrating up through your legs, syncing up with the throbbing pulse beating in your chest … your neck … between your thighs. You slide your hands from his chest down to his waist and pull him closer, biting your lip as he cuffs his long fingers around your wrists, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp before slowly running his hands up your bare arms. "You have chill bumps," he whispers. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm burning hot," you moan, a little embarrassed at how needy you sound. There's a pause in the music. You hold your breath and count 2 - 3 - 4 before you viscerally feel the beat drop; a moment later Joe's lips crash down on yours, zero finesse just pure need. You grab his shoulders and hold on as he devours your mouth, his tongue thrusting and tangling with yours to the sultry, thumping beat.

After a minute, you taste the metallic tang of blood just before Joe breaks the kiss. "That's my blood," he breathes. "Sorry. Forgot my lip got busted during the game."

"Does it hurt?" you whisper.

"No. But you're probably grossed out by . . ."

Before he finishes his sentence, you cup a hand behind his neck and pull him back down, sliding your tongue in his mouth as his throaty groan vibrates against your lips. You reach your other hand down to his crotch, sliding your thumb up and down his prominent erection through his jeans several times before flicking the button open and lowering the zipper. You grab his waistband and give a tug, groaning in frustration when he places his big hands over your much smaller ones, stopping the downward progress of his jeans. "I need you in my mouth," you whine, going completely still when you feel his lips nestled against your ear. "Ladies first," he purrs, nipping your earlobe while sliding a hand under your skirt to cup your lace-covered crotch. You feel liquid heat flood your core as he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit. "So wet for me, baby," he groans. "I need to taste you." He gives your earlobe another nip before dropping to his knees at your feet.

You reach down and place your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself in the sea of darkness. I feel like I'm floating, you think to yourself, squeezing your eyes closed when you feel his hands slide under your skirt, long fingers grasping your thong before slowly pulling it down. You grab a handful of your skirt and pull it up, tucking it into your waistband to give him easier access. You steady your hands on his shoulders again, breathless with anticipation for what's to come.

"Shit," Joe grumbles, making your eyes fly open. "What is it?" you ask, looking down as if you can actually see what's going on. "Panties are stuck on your boot zipper," he gripes, trying to delicately untangle the thong for several seconds before giving up. "Fuck it," he growls, ripping the scrap of lace in half and tossing it to the side. "Spread your legs for me," he orders, purring in approval when you widen your stance. You feel his hot breath on your crotch and you bite your bottom lip, bracing yourself for the feel of his mouth on your bare skin.

A second passes … and then another. You feel like you're on a roller coaster, inching up the last few feet of track before plunging over a steep drop; your body is already anticipating the fall, craving that out-of-control feeling but held back by his hesitation. You look down into the inky blackness, the sound of your hammering pulse beating in your eardrums louder than the music pulsating through the wall behind you.

You gasp his name when you finally feel him press a kiss against your clit, your core clenching hard as he follows the kiss with a delicate puff of breath. "Please?" you beg, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he licks a long swipe up your slit before plunging inside, no more teasing, just tongue-fucking you with deep, steady strokes.

He eventually drags his tongue up to your clit, teasing you with delicate licks followed by harder sucks until you're begging for release. "Don't stop!" you whine, biting your bottom lip when he slides two fingers into your slick heat, curling them to bullseye your sweet spot. You make a noise that's half-moan half-scream as your climax hits, hissing in pleasure as he continues to tease you. "My legs are gonna collapse," you whimper. "I've got you," he soothes, his hands gripping your waist to hold you up as you gasp for air.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, you slide your hands on top of his and remove them from your waist. "My turn," you whisper, dropping to your knees, hitting the floor a lot harder than you meant to. Gonna have bruises, you think to yourself, reaching forward as you hear Joe stand up and push his jeans and underwear down. His cock feels hot and heavy in your hands as you circle your thumb over the velvety head, sliding the precum in concentric circles before replacing your thumb with your tongue. You tease him with delicate licks and sucks before running your tongue up and down the length of his shaft, peeking up at him through your long lashes before you remember he can't see you. You usually maintain eye contact when sucking him, knowing it drives him crazy; but here in the absolute darkness you're able to focus on the feel and the smell and the taste of him.

You close your eyes and open your mouth, taking him about halfway in before stopping, teasing him a bit before taking him deep. You both groan when his tip brushes the back of your throat, and you push forward, knowing you're gonna gag but needing to take him deeper. You feel your eyes start to water as Joe places a big hand on the back of your head, his deep voice murmuring filthy praise as you worship his thick cock. Your core contracts at the slightly musky smell of him, causing you to moan. You hear Joe hiss at the added sensation, his hand fisting in your hair as you moan again, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. "That's so good, baby," he grits out, "but I wanna cum in your tight little cunt."

You pull off of his cock just as he reaches down and hooks both hands under your armpits; he easily lifts you up, purring his approval as you wrap your legs around his waist, his cock already buried deep inside you before he sets your ass on the storage box behind you. You grab onto his shoulders and hold on for the ride as he immediately starts thrusting; you throw your head back, hitting it against the wall. Ouch! you think briefly before losing yourself to the sensation of Joe's thick cock pounding into you.

There's a brief break between songs, and you're captivated by the luscious sound of your flesh slapping together before the next song starts. Joe immediately gets into the rhythm of the new song, rolling his hips forward to the beat in a way that causes your eyes to roll back in your head. Shock waves of pleasure shoot up your spine with each hard thrust and you feel the delicious tension building deep inside you.

He leans down and presses kisses on your chin and your cheek before finally hitting your lips. He catches your whimpers and moans in his mouth before sliding his tongue inside, groaning when you give it a hard suck. "So hot tasting my pussy on your tongue," you moan against his slick lips, sucking his tongue back in your mouth then gasping when his next thrust bottoms out. "Jesus," he hisses, sliding a hand between your bodies to rub your clit as his hips snap forward. "I'm close," he grits out, his breath catching in his throat as your climax hits; he gives two more hard thrusts then follows you over the edge.

You suck air into your lungs as fast as possible, more than a little lightheaded in the aftermath of your mind-blowing orgasm. You hear Joe gasping for breath and smile into the darkness. At least he's just as wrung out as me, you think to yourself.

"You okay?" he finally wheezes, his breath warm on your neck.

"Yeah, aside from the bruised knees and cracked skull."

"Cracked skull?" he asks, running his hand over the back of your head.

"I'm exaggerating," you chuckle, moaning as he massages your scalp with his nimble fingers. "I bumped my head on the wall."

"Did you hit it hard? Why didn't you say something?" he asks, the concern in his voice making you smile.

"Because I was getting railed by this tall, hot stud with a perfect cock and I didn't want that to stop."

"Fair enough," he chuckles.

"How's your knee?" you ask.

"Just fine," he mutters, pulling up his underwear and jeans. "Sorry I was a little rough."

"You were amazing," you sigh, clinging onto him as he lifts you off the box and sets you on your feet. "Damn, my legs are shaky," you laugh as you sway against him; he holds you for a minute, giving your legs time to get decently steady.

"You good?" he finally whispers, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah."

"Stay right here," he says. "I'm gonna go turn on the light.

"Okay." You untuck your skirt and let it fall back down your thighs. "Who knew having sex in a pitch-black room on a stack of boxes while almost fully dressed could be such a sensual experience?" you muse, locking eyes with Joe when he flicks the light back on. He smiles and gives you a wink. "Everything with you is a sensual experience."

"Thanks, babe," you say before pointing at the floor. "Are those my shredded panties?" He makes a sheepish face while scooping up the scraps of lace. "I got a little carried away," he mutters, eyes going wide as he looks at the ruined tiger-striped thong. "Oh no! These are my favs," he whines, looking at you with a pouty face. "Relax, I have another pair at home just like them," you soothe. "Plus, I can always order more." He nods his head as he grabs his jacket and stuffs the thong remnants in a pocket. "Order like 50 of 'em," he demands.

"Yes, sir," you laugh, digging in your purse for your pack of wet wipes and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly reach under your skirt to give your crotch a wipe before gingerly stepping into the panties. You hear Joe chuckle and you shoot him a glance, noting that he's staring at the ceiling with a wistful smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, pulling a compact out to touch up your smeared eye make-up.

He rolls his shoulders a few times before meeting your gaze. "I'm thinking … the bad news is I lost the Super Bowl. But the good news is I made an amazing memory that'll last a lifetime."

"Being onstage with Kid Cudi?" you ask.

"What?" he furrows his brow. "Oh yeah, that too, but I was talking about this," he says, waving a hand toward you. "Sex in total darkness was crazy intense," he continues, a dirty smile gracing his pretty lips. "Maybe we should get some blackout curtains for our bedroom so we can recreate it every now and then."

"Sounds good," you agree, tossing the used wipes in a trash can and returning his smile as you walk toward him. "I also think you'd look really hot in a blindfold," you tease, giggling when his eyebrows shoot upward. "Ohhhh yeah, that sounds good," he mutters, his active imagination already conjuring up dirty visuals.

"Now that I think about it," you continue, "why haven't I had you in a blindfold in all the years we've been together?"

He gives you a cocky smirk. "Cause I'm a bossy motherfucker who likes to call the shots in bed?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh yeah, that's why." You watch him for a few seconds, grinning at the blissed-out look on his face as he stares into the distance. "I'm ready to go," you say, breaking into his fevered musings.

"Hold on," he sighs, closing his eyes. "I'm still imagining that blindfold action."

You shake your head at him. "We just had sex and you're already thinking about it again?"

"Obvs," he chuckles. "It's your fault for being so damn hot." He grabs the doorknob then pauses. "Listen, I wanna say something," he states, turning to face you.

"Okay."

"You see this smile on my face?"

"Yeah."

"You did that. On the shittiest day of my life, you made me smile." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss against your lips. "You make everything better," he continues, his voice cracking a bit as he pulls you into a tight hug. You feel your eyes well with tears as you return his hug. "I love you," you whisper, blinking hard to keep the tears from falling. "Love you, too," he sighs, burying his face in your neck while you run your fingers through his hair to soothe him.

After several minutes he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent before standing up and locking eyes with you. You wipe a stray tear as it slides down your cheek, searching his face to gauge his mood. He wipes a tear off his cheek and gives a pitiful sniff before speaking.

"So you gonna do the blindfold thing for me tonight?" he croaks, deftly jumping back as you swing your purse at him, just missing. "Boy, you're giving me emotional whiplash!" you snap. "Crying one minute and horny the next!"

"I've been horny the whole time!" he argues. "The gratitude and the love and the tears just bubbled up on top of the horniness!"

He delivers that last line with such an earnest expression that you can't help but laugh. You take several deep breaths before speaking. "Listen," you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "When you finally get home tonight -- probably around 7:30 or 8:00 -- you're gonna be dead tired. You're gonna want to eat dinner and crash not get your freak on."

"But it's Valentine's Day," he pouts, poking his plump bottom lip out for maximum sympathy. You check your watch. "It's well past midnight, so it's been Valentine's Day for a while." You gesture at the stack of boxes y'all had used and abused. "That dirty little romp should count as our V-Day action." He's already shaking his head before you finish your sentence. "Absolutely not!" he argues. "That was post-Super-Bowl-loss sex. No way that counts for V-Day."

"We'll see," you mutter, kind of surprised at how adamant he's being. "Right now I need to know what you want for dinner? I'll get home a couple hours before you, so I'll have plenty of time to make us a nice meal."

He gives you a cheeky look. "I want the blindfold."

"Babe, I need you to focus," you snap, echoing his words from earlier. You point a finger in his face. "When you get home tonight what do you want to eat?" He gives you a wicked grin and opens his mouth to answer; you quickly press a finger against his lips. "Don't say pussy," you order, smiling when he heaves a dramatic sigh. "Way to kick a man when he's down," he grumbles. "Oh hush," you chuckle. "I just want to make sure you get a good meal and get tucked into bed, with or without a blindfold."

"With," he insists, grinning at the exasperated look on your face. "Listen, I know I'm gonna be tired, so you'll have to do most of the work. Are you okay with that?" he asks, giving you a pleading look that you can't say no to.

"Do I get to call all the shots?" you ask.

"You can call most of the shots," he states, sinful lips curling up in a smile as you narrow your eyes at him. He gives you a dirty wink before continuing. "I mean, I've got a few ideas."

"Oh, you've got a few ideas?" you snark, rolling your eyes as you reach for the door handle. "Why does that not surprise me?"

He shrugs and gives you an innocent look.

"Bossy. Mother. Fucker." you say fondly, shaking your head as you sling the door open, giggling when Joe gives your ass a playful smack.

"You know you love it," he teases, his deep, throaty laugh like music to your ears as y'all walk back toward the crowd.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow imagine

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Ghost x Reader x Konig: I Don't Need You (Ch. 3)

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Summary: Price has a solution to end the fighting between you and Ghost - permanently.

Chapter Warnings: cursing

Notes: Aaand here's the next chapter. Things are about to get better(?) in the next few. Konig will appear soon, I promise. Ghost will be absent for a bit though. Might write some oneshots for him to keep yall happy in the meantime. But ch. 4 is in the works!!

(Y/N) (M/I) (L/N)

“BONNIE”

D.O.B. 10.22.94 / D.O.S. 10.22.13

Navy Seal, USSF / Sniper / Marksman

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Price had knocked on my door this morning, waking me up at an ungodly hour on my day off. “Come to my office at nine hundred. Don’t disappoint me.” He had said. He then walked off, leaving me in the doorway with a rats’ nest head of hair and puffy eyes from crying the night before. I stared into the hallway as I processed his words. Figures… throwing a knife at Ghost wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

I peered out beyond my doorframe, watching as Price stopped in front of Ghost’s door. It creaked open, words were exchanged briefly, and then Price moved on. There was a long pause before Ghost’s door slammed shut, followed by a bang as he punched the wall in his dorm.

What a child…

I looked back in front of me; Soap, whose dorm was adjacent to mine, was poking his head out. He winced mockingly. “Ouch… I think he didn’t like your assassination attempt, lass.” He mimicked me throwing my knife.

I stared at him for a moment, unamused. “Go fuck a donkey, Soap.” I barely caught a glimpse of his pout before I slammed my door shut.

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I got there at nine hundred on the dot, my hair still wet from my shower, and for the first time since I had met him, Price was the one who was late. Or rather, held up in his office by someone. But, nonetheless, his streak of punctuality was broken. A bad omen, for sure…

I listened, unintentionally, to the conversation in Price’s office. I heard him speaking with a man I heard called “Jax” – a higher-up, a therapist, someone from the “HR” of the military… I didn’t know who he was. But it appeared he would be deciding how Ghost and I would get reprimanded for the rift we were causing within the team.

“Bonnie?” said the unfamiliar voice. “Like Bonnie and Clyde?” followed by an affirmative grunt from Price. “Why?”

“She’s got looks, she’s small, but she’d blow your head open for the thrill of it. And you’d best believe she never misses, either.”

The unknown man paused, glancing over the file – my file, I could tell – and reading the details. “Sniper, marksman, Navy SEAL…“

Price huffed. “Stealth is her specialty. If her head is in the game, she’s a quick thinker, and an even quicker hitman – she once took out a whole checkpoint on her own. Killed ‘em all in less than a minute n’ a half, never even made a sound.”

The man whistled low in admiration. “How’d you get your hands on her?”

“Military couldn’t handle her attitude,” Price admitted, “but they didn’t want to waste the talent either. Bought her off of them before she could end up in the wrong hands.” He sounded smug.

“Leave it to you to pull an operations team out your ass, Price.”

“If it were that easy I’d have a lot more soldiers, Jax.”

The muffled lull of their conversation continued, and my mind refocused on what I had planned to say to Price. It was never supposed to be this messy. We both made a mistake, and a damn big one. We caused issues for the team, we were only thinking of ourselves… basically, share my side of the story, and admit and own up to it all. It was the truth, after all, as well as the best possible way to come out of Price’s office with my head and my job.

Of course, I’d leave out the part where Ghost insulted me – more than once. Or, where he was the one who started the fight in the hall. I mean, technically I did… but I was trying to right my wrong, he had no reason to go after me. Why did he do that? I suddenly realized that Ghost had been seeking out fights ever since a month ago. At first, we avoided each other, but he was the one who lurked around in places I frequented, just to single me out and argue.

That fucking prick.

The conversation in Price’s office ended, ended, and the door swung open. A tall, burly man stepped out: he looked down at me with scrutiny. I stared back. He chuckled.

I tilted my head up and narrowed my eyes. “Can I fucking help you?”

“I guess we’ll see.” He replied, before walking away with a smirk on his face. I scoffed in disgust just as Price stepped out of the office.

“C’mon in, Bonnie.” He stepped aside and gestured me into the office. I reluctantly stood, stretching my limbs and trying to seem unbothered, and entered. Price closed the door behind us. Feels like I’m a kid again in the principal’s office.

I took a seat in the chair facing his desk and immediately stared at the ground. I was hoping this was just going to be some stern, disciplinary lecture. Don’t let it happen again. Which I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t have lashed out at all, if Ghost hadn’t been pushing every single one of my buttons, when he was the one who created this whole landslide in the first place. Honestly if Ghost had just acted like nothing had ever even happened, like I was trying to do –

“- Bonnie, you with me?” Price said, snapping me back to the present. He was now sitting across from me and waving a hand in my direction.

I cleared my throat, doing a poor job at hiding my anxiety. “Yes sir.”

“Alright then. Let’s talk about it.”

I nodded. “Well, after the job in Mexico, maybe about a year – “

“Oh no, no…” Price cut me off with a shake of his head. “I don’t need a recap. I know everything that the two of you have been up to. The whole damn base does.”

I felt a shameful blush rise into my cheeks. If I had any confidence before walking into Price’s office, it was long gone by now. “Oh…” I mumbled.

“‘Oh’?” Price repeated. “Don’t tell me you actually thought you were goin’ under everyone’s nose, did you?” He tapped his pen on his desk with an irritated look. “Aren’t you supposed to be an ex Navy SEAL, here?”

I stared back at him, unamused and unphased by his comment. “Ok, so we may not have tried that hard to keep it a secret. But it was initially just a casual thing.”

Price nodded as he listened. “Initially… so what did it turn into? Because this – “ he gestured to me with a flourish of his pen, “ – is not from something casual.”

I couldn’t answer him. I averted my eyes to his desk, feeling his eyes burning into mine. Into my soul, trying to bring me to the breaking point. But if there was one thing I was perfect at, it was avoiding. So I let myself burn under his gaze, knowing the storm would eventually pass. One way or another.

Price sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, it happens. You throw a bunch of people in a room, deprive them for a few months, and stress them the hell out – they’re bound to make mistakes.”

There was that fucking word again.

“I won’t lie, I’ve been there myself.” Price continued, and I raised a curious eyebrow at him. He ignored it. “And I’m not going to try and prevent it, it’ll only muck things up more. But, when it causes such an issue that my entire team is suffering, something needs to be done. And clearly you and Ghost aren’t reaching any solutions.”

I chewed my lip, leaning my elbows on my knees and anxiously bouncing my knee. I wanted to jump in and tell him my side of the story. I knew for a fact that Price had let Ghost spill his guts on the subject. He always listened to him no matter what. I wanted to explain why I was angry, exactly what Ghost had said and how I had felt – but I know he wouldn’t listen. Not to mention, it would have been extremely personal.

“So, going off of that –“ Price reached across his desk and grabbed a pile of papers, “ – I found a solution for the both of you.”

I sighed. Therapy, workplace relationship, probably anger management for me… Honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he suggested one of us moves to the other side of the barracks –

“That man out there? ‘Jax’. Director of a private military group, just like us.” He flopped the papers on the desk in front of me. I hesitated, looking at Price with confusion, to which he tilted his heads towards the papers. “Take a look.”

I sighed and grabbed the documents. He’s got to be so fucking dramatic, doesn’t he. I scanned the first page: Major August Jax, a very decorated ex-marine. Served two terms, now owns a private military special operations force. Based in Arizona, mostly deals with hostage situations –

“I’m sorry,” I toss the papers back onto the desk. “Why am I reading this?” I asked, my tone a little too angry. It gave away that I knew exactly what Price was thinking, feigning innocence just to push it away a moment longer.

“Jax’s got a good team on his hands.” Price began. He wouldn’t look at me. I leaned forward and glared into his eyes, daring him to look back. Fucking look at me when you throw me out the window, Price.

“He’s always looking for the best soldiers to add to his group. We got wind that he’d been asking around for a marksman. I offered him you.” He paused, noticing the hurt and anger building in my expression. “You’re a good soldier, Bonnie. I would only recommend you to the best team out there. And I might not even have half a mind to do this, if it wasn’t for the situation at hand, between you n’ Ghost.” His face showed compassion, although I felt none of it. It was a façade.

Instead, I felt betrayed. Maybe I did deserve some sort of reprimand for the way I’d been acting, but this felt like a banishment. That’s exactly what it was.

“You’re kicking me off the team?”

Price sighed, facing the dreaded conversation ahead. “This is a reassignment, I’m not- “

“You’re getting rid of me.”

“You’re making this seem much worse than it is.”

“How much did he pay you for me, huh?”

“Bonnie.” Price warned. Watch yourself, now. I was treading awfully close to the edge of the knife here, but I knew he had received some sort of payment or trade for me.

I sank into the back of my chair and huffed, folding my arms over my chest. “So Ghost gets a slap on the wrist. I get sent away.” I looked away from Pierce’s stern gaze and chewed my lip. The anger was quickly boiling over. “Like a fucking dog.”

“Ghost will get his dues.” Price said. “You both were causing issues for the team, now you’re both cleaning your mess up.”

I looked back at Price, taking a moment to glower at him. “Then why does he get to stay?” I said.

Price faltered, searching for the right words. “Ghost is a lieutenant, and he’s an important member of the team.”

I scoffed. “Wow, thanks…”

“- and…” he continued, “… because he’s been a part of this team for so long, he’s essential to it. He’s a leader for the 141, and I’d be ripping the group apart if he was the one goin’.”

“I’m waiting to hear how you somehow avoid insulting me in this next part.” I sent him a glare full of daggers.

“You’re not making this easy, girl.” Price leaned back in his chair. He was unphased by my anger; one of the few who were. “You’re a wild card: you’re a damn good shot, and your wit has gotten our missions through on the better side of things, more than once. But no one outside of our team knows that. You’re good at your game, but you don’t stand out – to the enemy, anyways.”

There was a pause in the conversation as Price let me process his words. They scraped the inside of my mind like burning daggers. Why is this such an easy decision for him to make? Did he decide this last night? Or in the last few days? Looking into Price’s eyes, I felt humiliated. Like I was never as important to him or the team as he made me feel. And it felt heartbreaking, watching his unreadable expression behind his locked fingers.

“Sir, I’m not a fucking baseball card.”

“No, you’re not.” He replied. “But it’s easier for you to move teams. No one knows what you’ve been involved in, because you managed to stay under everyone’s radar. And I salute you for that – it takes a lot of skill.”

His words weren’t convincing. They felt like colorful ribbons tied around a pile of trash. I huffed. “You’re a load of horseshit, you know that?” My anger clouded my judgement as I spoke, forgetting that Price was my superior.

He sighed, seeming to fight some internal war. “Jesus, y/n, I don’t want this anymore than you do. But you know this is how it has to be.”

“Is it?!” I raised my voice (something Price seemed to fully expect, as he remained unbothered). “No – you know what? You’re right.” I got up out of my seat, walking to the far corner of the room, pacing in small circles. “Ship me off to whoever gives you the most money, why don’t you? It’s not like I was a part of the team just as much as he is. But whatever, keep your happy little group together, right? Keep your favorites and to hell with everyone else, huh? I don’t care. I don’t fucking care anymore. I just want to get the fuck away from you all, so maybe you’re onto something, John.”

Price leaned forward in his chair, looking at me with stern eyes. He made it clear that I was dangerously close to crossing a line, if I hadn’t already. “You listen hear and you listen good, alright? We do dirty work in an even dirtier world for people who don’t deserve shit. I run things smoothly by having a team that respects one another. They know they have each other’s backs out there. They work together. You’d best be very careful with what you say about how I operate my team. Now you n’ Ghost have been causing way too much trouble for way too long. It’s been affecting the whole team, and the two of you have been so selfish that you can’t even notice. You in particular have completely lost yourself to your emotions. It’s my job to make sure that my division stays in-tact and on top of their shit. And you bet that the moment I see a flame threatening to burn all that down – I snuff it out. In whichever way gets it done.”

I’d never seen Price so angry before. At least, not with me. Knowing that I had disappointed him – and was currently doing that – felt worse than a bullet to the chest. Price had saved my ass when I was about to be dumped in a military prison; I respected him for that and was forever thankful. So, when I realized how I had just disrespected him, a hint of shame tugged at my mind.

But I forced it down. He was uprooting my entire life from the past ten years and expecting me to ‘take one for the team’. Maybe I hadn’t done as much for everyone as he had done for us, but he said it himself all the time: “Your skills are unmatched.” “We would’ve had a lot more losses without you out there.” “You’re essential for a smooth mission, Bonnie.” The only reason he was doing this was because Ghost had probably talked him up about it. Ghost could really be manipulative when he wanted to… but this still hurt. It still made my blood boil, thinking that Price was so quick to get rid of me, like I was a weed in his garden.

“So that’s it.” I said, defeated, the sting of tears threatening to fall. There was no coming back from this. “I’m out.”

Price nodded, his lips pressed into a tight line. “Afraid so.” He said curtly. He’d had enough of trying to sugarcoat things. I could tell he just wanted me to skip to the acceptance stage and start packing my bags.

I blankly stared at him. I felt my body slump as the realization finally hit. I felt the need to say something, anything, but nothing worth saying came to mind. Instead I looked at Price, sitting behind his desk, hands folded as he watched me process it all. A sudden anger flooded my veins. This is just another transaction for him. He would have done this for any situation. I narrowed my eyes as my mind was brimming with rage.

Price could tell I was getting worked up again. He sighed in annoyance, glancing at the paperwork on his desk. “Look, girl, it’s all said and done. Best you start packing your things tonight, get some sleep before you leave tomorrow.”

Like a weed. Like a thorn in his side. My breaking point had been reached. Crushed. I was back at the bottom of the ladder, where I started out with the 141.

“You know what, sir… “ I leaned over the back of my chair, placing my hands on the arm rests and glowering at Price. “… respectfully- “

“Bonnie-“ he warned, but I didn’t care.

“ -fuck you.” I shoved my finger indignantly in his face, then immediately turned on my heels. I punched open the doors to his office, feeling the buzz of my anger radiate off of me.

Price doesn’t say anything as I storm off. He doesn’t have to. The decision has been made – I could shout and curse and fight all I wanted, but I was being taken off of the team, whether they had to handcuff me and drag me out or not. I felt humiliated realizing that the whole base would be able to guess what happened, and why. I knew that Ghost wouldn’t dare open his mouth about it – but he wouldn’t stop the rumors, either. Price wouldn’t even care.

Fucking push-over. Of course he chooses Ghost. Two peas in a fucking pod, they are.

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I didn’t sleep. I had packed everything – my clothes, personal files, knives, and whatever else I cared to call mine – in less than an hour and in three duffel bags, which were now piled by my door. I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at them. My head was empty, unable to process a single thought or emotion. I was spent from my conversation with Price. I didn’t cry after, like I usually did when I fought with Ghost. At least that will be over. I tried to think optimistically, but it was hard. It was hard to think at all. The hours ticked by like minutes as I waited for the dawn to break.

Finally, at seven hundred and nine hours, a knock rapped against the door. I knew who it was. I stood up and swiftly grabbed my bags, opening the door – Jax stood there, a proud smile on his face.

“You said all your goodbyes?” he asked.

“Yep.” I lied. I hadn’t said anything to anyone after leaving Price’s office.

“Great. Let’s get moving, then.” He grabbed one of my bags from me, throwing it over his shoulder. “I’ll give you a hand, young lady.”

Already, I could feel myself hating the reassignment. Already, Jax was treating me like a fragile, sensitive girl. To be fair, the 141 did at first, but they had grown to see me as the skill and potential that I am. An independent soldier. I didn’t want to start over and try to prove myself to a new team. No use crying over it now.

I followed Jax, passing Soap as he stood leaned in his doorway, looking melancholic. I looked back, emotionless. I would miss him. He was one of the only people I would miss at this point, after what had gone down. He was always there to listen, and either offer solutions, or just let me vent. Whichever I needed, he provided. Losing him was going to hurt the most.

But I wasn’t going to let it. I turned my head from him and kept moving.I saw that it looked like Soap wanted to say something. I ignored it.

Beth and Skyline weren’t there. Neither were Gaz or Price. I knew Ghost was somewhere, lurking from the sidelines as I loaded my bags onto a heli. But I didn’t care. I did, but I didn’t let myself look back. If I did I would be in shambles, realizing how much I needed this place and the people here. I felt like a tree being torn out of the ground, roots hanging in the air, searching for a place to ground myself. As long as I didn’t look back, as long as I pushed back the pain and the loneliness, the voice in my head screaming for me to get closure, to say goodbye and get one final look – I would be fine. Or at least, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

I slapped a headset over my ears, sliding into the back of the heli. Jax and an unfamiliar soldier sat in the front as we prepared to take off. “Where are we headed?!” I asked over the deafening sound of the spinning blades. I ignored the sickening feeling of loss that ebbed in the back of my mind.

“Didn’t you read the file from Price?!” Jax turned and looked at me through his dark sun glasses, a smirk resting on his lips. “We’re going to Czech Slovakia!!”

#konig cod #konig x reader #konig smut #konig x reader smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mw2

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3 hours, 27 minutes, and maybe around 2 seconds. no, miya atsumu is not going insane. what do you mean? he's perfectly calm. but with the amount of missed calls, ignored messages, and attention that he's been giving to the time right now, maybe—just maybe—he's losing his mind a bit.

he had no idea what he had done wrong to deserve this. of course, there was the possibility that you slept in since it is currently a sunny saturday after all, but between you and atsumu, he was the one who would usually sleep in until god knows when.

atsumu had made prior plans for the day. and that was to go out on a walk with you (a quick date to a café as well), go back to his place, and either play video games with you and osamu or watch some movies while cuddling. a perfect plan for a lazy saturday if he had to say so himself, if only he didn't fail at the first step: asking you out for the day.

well, technically, he didn't fail. it's just that you have been responsive as of now. atsumu is at least 90% sure that he did nothing wrong. when he walked you home yesterday, you were quite fine! you even gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going inside your home (that made atsumu actually go to bed while smiling like an idiot, but of course you don't need to know that).

it took him another 5 minutes of waiting before saying fuck it, and getting himself ready to check up on you himself. (actually, he made sure to stop by a convenience store first to buy a few snacks to bring you.)

the moment the door in front of him opened, he expected to see you. but the one who greeted him instead was none other than your younger sibling. "are you here for (y/n)?" your sibling asked him. "uhm. yeah, i am. they haven't been responding to me at all," he says.

"sick in bed, so they've been there ever since this morning."

oh, so that's why you haven't been responding to him.

"can i come in then?"

your sibling opened the door more and stepped aside, a sign of inviting him, which he gladly accepted. he started heading to your room, a plastic bag filled with snacks still in hand. he gently knocks on your door, waiting for a go signal to get in.

"yes mom, i already took my medicine!" he heard you say in a sick voice. from what he could tell so far, your nose was probably clogged right now, which was why your voice sounded a bit different than before.

"i didn't know i was your mom now." atsumu chuckles.

"tsumu?"

"the one and only, baby."

"you can come in." your boyfriend gladly opens the door and waltzes into your room. however, he didn't expect you to be so wrapped in your blankets. "sorry about earlier. mom has been nagging me a bit about my medicine."

atsumu places the plastic bag on your desk nearby. "i tried reaching out to you everywhere, but you weren't responding, so i got worried and decided to check up on you," he says, proceeding to sit on the edge of your bed. you pull up the blanket on you, covering half of your face. "sorry about that, my phone died on me last night. it hurts me to move around right now, so i haven't plugged it in."

"it's alright; you shouldn't move around that much anyway," atsumu replies before getting up and plugging your phone in right after. he was about to go closer until you stopped him. "wait! don't come closer."

"what? baby, why?"

"i might get you sick as well if you do," you pout.

he chuckles at your words: "my immune system is pretty strong, you know?"

"but still…"

"baby, it's fine." he kisses your forehead. "i got you some snacks, by the way, but with you being sick right now, i don't think you can eat 'em."

"awe.. just one bite?"

now, don't look at him that way. not when you both know he's weak to that pleading look on your face, especially with those pouty lips that he'd love to kiss right now if you weren't having a burning fever at the moment.

"fine… just one."

yet one turned into two, two turned into three, and so on!

if there's one thing that could make miya atsumu weak in the knees, it's you.

(by the time your boyfriend got home, he was sneezing, and when the time came, it was your turn to take care of him now.)

a/n: i dont like this one bit tbh... i also forgot to change the you and your to ya and yer 😭 probably ooc atsumu but this is just pure word vom 🧍‍♀️

#( rambles )#haikyuu x reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu #hq #x reader

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concert findings noncon!

kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader masterlist

the lights were blaring the music was loud as you swiftly dance your hips across the dancefloor, the loud sounds vibrate from the stage to across the floor to create a small hurt in your heel. or it could be the amount of hours you had spent swaying your body to the everlasting music - but anyway you had decided you were tired. slumping down to a table with a few others, your eye catches this guy's figure.

The man was strong and his shirt was well fitted - clinging onto his body while he moved to see you staring at him. “I like your makeup,” he screams over the music, trying to get you to hear his compliment.

“oh! thank you!” you shout back as he shuffled closer to you. the first thing you noticed was his smile, fuck it was beautiful. or the first thing you had noticed was his pretty ass doe eyes, either way you had already gotten interested. “what you drinkin?” asking as you peer down to his cup, trying to just make conversation. He had simply passed the drink along to you as if to say ‘guess yourself’. beer, he was drinking beer.

“oh shite yeh, what's your name?” almost panic blasting through his voice, he grabs his drink back to take a strong swig. “y/n, you?”

“Kyle.”

the conversation starts flowing more and more as you sit down together interested in what each others saying. getting to know each other more as he asks, “so you here with anyone?boyfriend perhaps?”

it's been a long time since anyone had asked anything of the sorts, out of pure shock you had just stared at him - almost confused at his question. “uh no.” you reply with a high amount of confusion. “how come?”

you sound out a small confused sound, a small hum. it's almost ss if he gets off of confusing you with the way this conversation was going, “just haven't met anyone good i guess” a small chuckles follows the sentence. looking over at him as he chuckles along with you a hoarse but sweet laugh - you couldnt tell if he was laughing with you or at you but nonetheless his laugh had just cheered you up. it was sweet the same sweetness candy floss is,luscious and soft almost. “well your a beautiful lass, hard to believe you dont got a lad.” the british accent forming through his words. you giggle at his Flirtatious message as he takes a strong sip from his beer. blush revolves around your cheeks, you push your hair behind your esr - signalling that you were interested.

“let me get you a drink, hm?” without even replying he had already patted your shoulder to say he was going and he had set off.

you haven't felt the way your stomach was twirling in ages, almost too long. sure you had been in relationships but nothing felt like this, noone had really flirted like this with you and it was almost too good to be true to be honest. The music halts while the next song is preparing, the audience cheers and fires up with an uproar as you see Kyle emerge through the group.

“im back luv.” talking with you as if you had been married for years, embarrassing to admit but it had made you blush. “you really didn't need too” you reply as he gives you the cocktail he had just ordered for you.

he smiles softly at you as he encouraged you to take a sip, god he was so kind. you could just fall in love right then. taking a small sip as he almost cheers you on you look over to the crowd, who was currently jumping and dancing around at the start of the new song. “it's good!” half laughing through your words and he takes a seat back down next to you.

“Are you here with anyone?” reciprocating the question he had asked earlier back at him.

“no im not, think i'd buy you a drink if i was tied down?” he jokingly scoffs as you giggle at your silliness, “so how long you liked em for?” you glared at him confused -yet again, then you had realised what he was talking about. the band. ofc.

“a year? perhaps, you?” you babbled as he looked at you, no into your soul almost. his pretty ass eyes were just breathtaking, it was like they could sense all your fears from how vibrantly they looked at you. “you dont look like you're into this type of music if i'm honest” a breathless laugh followed from you and him.

“what music would you think i listen to then?country music maybe?” you giggle at that shitty joke, fully engaged in him. “no its just, i wouldn't expect someone like you here.”

“increasingly handsome?” he jokes and once more you giggle. the type if laugh you expect a girl who is madly in love with you to make. taking a small chug of the cocktail he had previously bought you ad you look down into the colourful splash of alcohol. “what's in this?” your head feels… heavier, looking down into the drink then glossing your eyes back up at him to see him chuckling breathlessly and grinning at you. “its- hah, quite strong!” gulping and exclaiming at the same time, you had took another sip as he does the same with his beer. A dizzy rash persits around your eyes, a deep haze. maybe it was just… oh idk dehydration? you take another sip then you…

“fuck!” waking up to a familiar voice in front of you, groaning out in pain. No, not pain. pleasure?

the fizz around your mind slowly clears as you dot your eyes around the place to see kyle in front of you. “k-kyle?” you grunt as you figure out the predicament you had gotten yourself into. “shit your awake” calm panic setting into his voice has your sensations come back to you, peering down at a thrusting feel to see kyle. thrust in, thrust out and again, then again and on going. your mewls getting more high pitched the longer he goes on. “god your so good love.” the praise as he piledrives into you, acting as you were his personal fleshlight, he bangs his cock into you over and over again. “s-stop..!” a small whine hardly fumbles from your mouth, tears dragging down your face from the rough abuse you were getting. kyle had pinned you to the wall, your legs folded up against your body. your gags from the amount of tears you had cried was overbearing.

“your so so good , being such a- fuck! such a good girl.” grunting through the constantly painfully pleasurable thrusts. “god your amazing baby.'' His groans turn into low whines as he gets closer to the edge. He soon twists positions and somehow reaches his girthy cock further into your cunt. reaching the right spot which made you gasp and tighten around his length. you mewl once again and moan out in pleasure, the sensation of him using you as a toy could almost make you cum just from that. your wetness squirts around his cock as he thrusts harder, making your pussy turn into a messy, sensitive mess. each touch to it makes you whimper.

between him muttering ‘god,god,god’ and your moans there wasn't much of a chance to say anything else, he then reaches to touch your clit. tightening up once again and trying to squirm away he holds down onto your clit. “Come on dont run away, you're a good lil plaything for me.” groaning to himself as he slowly pets your clit, his cock stopping inside of you and cockwarming you. a knot forming inside your stomach as his digits enter you, filled with his cock and now 2 of his fingers. “n-no!” whimpering yet again as he moves his fingers inside of you. He moves forward and grits his teeth onto your neck, folding you completely in half as he does so, the dizziness that formed in your head had fully cleared by now. Now you are awake and fully well knowing of the situation. “im-” you cry out as you reach your high as he fingers the tight space you have left in your cunt. Then there it was , the sweet juice spilling out around his cock and fingers as he takes both of them out - creating a white stringy mess following it. “well done baby, you- shit your pussy so good.” he mutters again as he shoves himself back inside of you harder and deeper than before .

creating a ‘mmhh!!’ sound as he pounds into you as fast as he could, “the-there please!” you moan as he hits your sweet, sensitive spot. he whines roughly as he grinds harder and harder in the place he wanted. crying out louder and louder as he bites down onto your neck, creating a small bite mark and a bruise just coming in, a small amount of blood pouring from the spots he had bitten. “im guna fill you up love.” he warns as he takes one final thrust into you and finishes, his hot liquid spilling from out of you and creating a small pool underneath you, it had filled you up so much there wasn't anywhere else for it to go. the heat of everything created another blur- cock drunk from him as he pets your hair and shoves your face down to the floor - just underneath his cock.

“clean your slutty mess up then hm?”

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curtsycream · 3 months

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Cg kiribakudeku x little reader where she is like 2 and is a crawler like her cgs put her down and look away just a second and she is away and they freak out like "OMG I JUST LOOKED AWAY ONE SECOND" and someday bakugou is away like shopping and the other cg look after her and they looked away for a second and now she's gone crawling around the house and now bakugou is back asking where she is and they are like uhm funny Story we lost her and he is like WHAT and after searching the house he finds her and she is like DADDY BACK and crawls to him 🥺💕

KiriBakuDeku x Little!Reader

My first time doing this pairing idk if I did em justice or not.

Warning: not proofread this time (I couldn’t find my glasses)

When Bakugou decided to take a small break from hero work to spend more time with Y/N he didn’t expect her to disappear so often. The first few times he was panicked searching up and down the house to find where she was.

That is until he figured out it was a bit of a game to her. Each time she would crawl away from him after he put her down she would hide. It became less of a moment of panic for him and more of a game for her.

He couldn’t say no to her especially when she would look up at him with the softest look in her eyes each time he found her. Maybe he was loosening his edge but he didn’t mind it when she was involved.

Though he had a feeling he should have informed their other two partners of her Houdini tricks. Yet that thought never fully crossed his mind when he went back to doing hero work the following week.

It had only been about 30 seconds since Izuku had turned around to find her missing. He was frantic as he looked around the living room before running upstairs. In his search he found Kirishima walking out of the bathroom in a towel.

“Kiri, I think I lost her! I was cleaning up the living room and she was sitting on the couch! Then I turned around and she was gone, I’ve looked everywhere,” Izuku was rambling as he gripped his hair in his hands.

Kirishima was no stranger to Izuku’s frantic nature as he gently gripped his shoulders. “Hey, calm down we’ll find her. She couldn’t have gotten far in her headspace, she’s probably just crawling around the house somewhere,” he reasoned.

After Izuku was calm the two of them decided to search high and low for the missing little. At some point Izuku was close to calling and and everyone he knew to help them look.

As this was happening Bakugo stood with a frown on his face, he had a feeling he was forgot do something..

When Bakugo got home he noticed how the downstairs part of the house was in disarray. It was odd as it usually wasn’t like that due to how clean they were. Looking around he noticed Izuku pacing back and forth and Kirishima trying to get him to relax.

“What’s going on?” Bakugo’s gruff voice caused Izuku and Kirishima to perk up.

“Oh hey Katsuki, how was work?” Kirishima asked with a half-baked smile on his face.

“Cut the bullshit, Kiri. What’s going on with the two of you?”

Izuku tried to maintain a calm look on his face but the second his eyes met Bakugo’s it deteriorated. “I lost her! I didn’t even turn my back for long and she was gone,” he sputtered.

Bakugo stared at them for a few seconds watching as they looked anxious. They were expecting him to explode on the spot with the way he was glaring at them.

Yet to their surprise he smirked, “That’s what I forgot to tell you guys.”

Kirishima and Izuku looked at each other in confusion as they watched Bakugo walk to the cupboard under their stairs. With bated breath they watched as he opened the small door to reveal Y/N sitting with a smile on her face.

“Daddy found me,” she said.

Bakugo let out a laugh as he picked her up, “I always find you, you pick the same spot every time.”

Izuku looked between his two partners, “what’s going on? What do you mean every time?”

Bakugo shrugged, “she likes to play hide and seek when people look away from her. I found out last week when I thought I lost her just to find her in the cupboard. She always chooses that spot.”

Kirishima let out a small laugh of his own as he walked over to them. “Next time you want to play hide and seek let us know, Izu almost had a heart attack..” he whispered to the little as he caressed her cheek.

Izuku’s eyes were still wide, “and you didn’t think to tell us?!”

“I knew I was forgetting something.”

This is me trying, I literally was drawing a blank for a second before I wrote the ending. I forgot to include Bakugo panicking but I decided to add a little more to the request, I hope you like it <3

#poly!reader #x reader #poly fanfic #sfw agere #agere fic #age regression #age regressor #agere little #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #deku x reader #bakukirideku #bakukirideku x reader #mha #bnha fluff

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dotster001 · 1 year

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My Drowning Heart

Summary:Azul x gn!reader Azul helps you down from a depressive episode.

CW: This is based on my personal depressive symptoms! If this is concerning or distressing to you, please do not read! We all have different ways of coping and that is okay!

A/N: Azul/Octotrio was most requested when I asked, but I have saved the other suggestions so when I have my next depressive episode wave of inspiration, I'll go there next.

Vil's Version

One week.

That was how long it had been since anyone had seen or heard from you or Grim. After sending Jade to…ahem….interrogate various students, a couple people had spotted Grim in the kitchen or right outside Ramshackle, but aside from that, nothing.

He was definitely starting to sound desperate in his text messages to you. The current chat record read as follows.

Sunday 8:32 am

Good morning. One of our servers has called in sick, would you be willing to fill in? Your services would be fairly compensated.

Sunday 10:29 pm

It is not like you to ignore my job offers? Did you get yourself into some trouble? We can help you out, at a lovely discount.

Tuesday 3:15 pm

Your friends say they haven't seen you in a couple of days. Is everything alright?

Wednesday 9:10 am

I must admit I am beginning to feel some concerns for your absence.

Wednesday 12:15 pm

Is everything alright?

Thursday 3:20 pm

Floyd saw Grim this morning, but he rushed back into your dorm very fast. Is everything okay? If you've been kidnapped, delete this message and send two smiley faces.

Thursday 3:25 pm

That wasn't my best idea. If you're reading this, kidnapper, I can negotiate. I can make you a deal you can't refuse.

Thursday 4:39 pm

My patience is wearing thin. You have 24 hours.

Thursday 5:05 pm

Give me back my Y/N!

Friday 8:00 am

Grim if you have their phone please delete my prior messages. Some specialty tuna will be waiting for you upon your return to class.

After finding out from Idia that he couldn't delete his pathetic messages without your phone, he took a good hard look at himself, and realized all the texts showed his deep concern for you.

So, swallowing his pride, he decided to investigate at the last known location of Grim. Ramshackle dorm.

He arrived, making a polite knock. Nothing. He knocked again. Nothing. He began pounding on the door with his fist. A wide eyed Grim opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I'm looking for your other half," Azul said, calmly sidestepping around Grim, and beginning to make a beeline towards the stairs.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome, sketchy octopus…"

"I'm here because I'm concerned about Y/N. It's alright if you don't want me to see them, but are my fears correctly founded?"

Grim froze for a moment, his eyes flickering to the stairs then back to Azul.

"They…they said they were tired and it would pass soon. Don't worry about it."

Azul raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine, I don't believe they're just tired. They don't leave the bed except to take care of me, and even then they don't take care of themselves. So I gotta get em food or they won't eat."

"Have they," he stuttered and adjusted his glasses to hide his pink cheeks, "Have they communicated or messaged anyone?"

"No, they only opened their phone to turn on a video, and they keep watching the same three videos over and over. Ace called three times and Y/N ignored all three."

"Hmph," Azul muttered to himself. He then pulled out a can of deluxe tuna. "There's more of these waiting for you in the VIP room. I'll take care of things from here."

Grim looked doubtful, and Azul sighed.

"Believe it or not, I am not an utterly heartless creature. I have grown concerned for the prefect's well being. Now go get your tuna, and I will have them back to a normal state in no time."

Grim's eyes wandered up the stairs again, and he put his paws on his hips.

"Okay, but if they are broken when I return, the Great Grim won't hesitate to avenge his henchhuman!"

And with that he scampered out of Ramshackle. Azul took a calming breath, then proceeded up the stairs, until he heard a low volume video behind one of the doors.

"Good afternoon, prefect," he said quietly as he peaked in. He was met with your tired, confused, eyes.

"Azul?" You croaked out, before looking down at your phone and wincing. "Fuck, I gotta get Grim his dinner."

"I've already taken care of that," he said sitting down on the bed. "Tell me, how are you?"

"Tired."

"That's all?"

"Yeah."

"Hm," he pursed his lips, before nodding to himself. "Tell you what, I will pay to fix the second floor windows, if you get out of bed, and take a shower or a bath."

You groaned, before putting the pillow over your head.

"I'm too tired to shower."

"I'll fix all the windows."

"That's not gonna make me less tired."

He massaged his temples, before sighing heavily.

"I will get the shower ready, pick out a new set of pajamas for you, and brush your hair after. All you have to do, is get in."

"And get clean…"

"You don't have to if you don't want to. Just getting in will help you a lot. If you're not up to getting clean, that's alright, start with an attainable goal."

You groaned before, "Fine. Tell me when the shower is ready."

"As you wish."

He stood up, found the shower and got it running, making sure the temperature would be reasonable for a human. He then whispered a spell, causing the shower to have the calming scent of lavender.

He retrieved you, and walked you to the bathroom, before returning to your room to tidy up while you sat under the water. He'd never been in your room before, but he was certain it wasn't usually this…uniquely decorated. Two bags full of trash later, he changed the sheets, brought you that new set of pajamas, and set to work finding your hair brush. He also procured a large glass of water.

After you were dressed, you reentered your room.

"How was it?" He asked, genuinely hoping you were feeling better.

"I used some body wash on my torso," you said, not making eye contact.

"That's great! That's a huge start."

You mumbled under your breath, but he cut you off.

"No really, that's great. I know how hard it is to take care of yourself…" he trailed off before more of the forbidden lore came up.

You gave him a small smile, before looking around the room.

"Did you clean? It looks great."

"Naturally," he smirked. "Now have a seat, I'll brush your hair out."

You sat down and he handed you the glass of water.

"Drink all of this while I brush your hair," you groaned, but he cut you off, "I mean it, prefect. You need to make sure you stay hydrated."

You sat down with a pout, and slowly began to drink the water as he got to work detangling your rat's nest of hair. He paused for a second.

"Y/N," he asked softly, after noticing you were drifting off. "Is there something you're supposed to be taking?"

You stiffened, before nodding.

"I can talk to Professor Crewel about getting you something, if that's alright?"

You nodded again, and he resumed brushing your hair.

"It's too quiet," you whispered at some point.

For a moment, he wasn't sure what to do. What could he do or say that would drown out the voices in your head?

"My love, my love, my fearless love, I will not say goodbye."

He began to sing softly under his breath. He knew his voice was exceptional. He just hoped it was good enough for you.

"Sea may rise, sky may fall, my love will never die."

Your shoulders relaxed, and you set the empty glass to the side. He finished your hair at the same time. He came around to the front of the chair, and knelt before you.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Yeah, Grimmy got me a big lunch. He's a good boy," you said, eyes tearing up a little.

"I'm not strong enough for him. I can't even go to class. How am I supposed to function in the real world?"

Oh shit. You were crying now. After a second of hesitation, he wrapped you tightly in his arms, and allowed you to cry on his shoulder. As the crying began to lessen he whispered,

"I'm sure a lot of people tell you this, but I swear to you, it really does get easier. And one day," he inhaled sharply, holding back his own painful memories, "One day, this will just be a moment in your past that you look back on when you are thinking about how good your life has become."

"You promise?" You sniffled.

"I'm so certain, that I'll make a contract with you that you get all my money if I'm wrong."

You laughed a little, then sighed.

"I'm tired."

"Are you tired or tired."

"I'm actually tired," you said with a half hearted smile.

"Alright, I made up the bed for you, so you can lay down if you want."

He helped you into the bed, tucked you in, and made to leave when you grabbed his wrist.

"Can…can you stay with me?" You hesitated, before rushing the next part, "you don't have to, I just…"

But he was already removing his jacket and tie before getting in with you. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled in.

"Like that?"

"Yeah," you said, looking flustered, "like that."

Your eyes fluttered shut, and pretty soon your breathing evened out. He was starting to drift off himself when he noticed your phone sitting on a side table. All his messages to you came rushing back to him. He slowly started to work himself out of the bed. Or he was, until you whimpered and tightened your grip on him in your sleep.

He sighed to himself. He supposed he could indulge in this moment now, and delete the messages tomorrow. Though he couldn't help but hope that when you were better, he could have this opportunity more often….

....

Post Note: The song I referenced in this piece and in the title. It's on my mermaid's playlist so when I was trying to decide what our merman would sing, I thought it was perfect!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #twst azul #tw depression

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ev3rgreenxtrees · 2 months

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dad!chris w twin boys

“All I Need”

-C.S

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N, and his two boys, Carter and Luke, out on a ‘date’ to minigolf.

Pairing: Dad!Chris sturniolo X Fem!reader (she/her)

Warnings: None!

Chris and you have been happily dating for five years. Since you were both in high school. You never regretted anything you’ve done with him. Not even your twin boys.

Having your first children with him was the least regretted thing you’ve ever done with him. You both loved the boys, Carter and Luke, with all your heart.

Chris had always claimed he wanted twin boys, and it was likely since twins, or in his case triplets, run in his family.

The boys were now a year and a half old, so they knew how to walk, and they were able to speak in broken words.

Everytime someone brought up your kids in a rude or disrespectful manner, Chris would immediately shut it down, or talk back.

He claims that the kids and you are ‘All he needs’, and they were all you need too.

You loved your family, including him and his family. You considered them your family. You weren’t sure when you were getting married, but it wasn’t a deep thought in your mind.

You both loved each other, married or not.

Chris had finally got his drivers license after you got pregnant. He wasn’t going to make Matt drive a family of four everywhere.

This morning Chris decided he wanted to take all four of you mini golfing, and if it was okay with you, he wanted his brothers coming with, too.

You of course didn’t mind, you loved them as your own family. You were now in the car, both the boys in the backseats, looking out the window quietly.

They were both fairly well-behaved, so you didn’t need to worry about them too much. As you pulled into the parking lot of an outdoor mini golf place, both you and Chris got out, each grabbing a kid from the back.

Luke was always closer with Chris than you, but Carter, no doubt, was a mama’s boy. As you walked up to the place that had the golf clubs and balls, you saw Matt and Chris.

Both of your boys gasped, as they recognized them. The two were always over at your houses, loving both of their nephews. Even when you needed a babysitter, they were both more than willing.

Both boys tried to pull you and Chris towards their uncles, who called their names, and held their arms open for them.

Carter ran to Matt, and Luke to Nick. Just like how the boys each had a ‘favorite’ parent, they had a ‘favorite’ uncle.

“Hi bud! I missed you!” Matt laughed as Carter flew into the boys’ arms.

“Hey little man! Whats up?” Nick asked Luke rhetorically, knowing the boy wasn’t very likely to answer anyways.

The two picked the other two up, and waited for you and Chris to get by them.

“We already paid, so you guys just need to grab your clubs.” Matt nods, bringing Carter over to pick his ball. The boy made grabby hands at a light pastel blue ball, and Matt chuckled pulling the ball out of the bucket. “Sorry to break it to ya, Chris, but im starting to think your boy might be more of a fan of me than you.” Matt showed Chris the light blue ball his son picked.

“Yeah, yeah. Watch both of them pick orange clubs!” Chris shot back and Matt scoffed.

There were only three color options for the golf clubs, orange, green, or teal, so either way there was a good chance of at least one of the boys’ picking orange.

After Carter picked a pink ball, they were both set down, to walk- more like waddle- over to grab a club.

Both went for the orange, just as Chris has expected.

“See! I told you!” Chris giggled, pointing a finger at his brother, who just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever! They still love me!” Matt argued, and Chris shrugged.

Chris took both of his boys’ hands, as he pulled them to the first green, a practice green.

“I’m gonna teach ‘em how to hit, you guys can start if ya want.” Chris gestures to the direction in which the actual game starts.

“No, this is a family experience. We can all experience this together.” You smiled, and both of Chris’ brothers agreed.

You stood back, watching as your boyfriend got on his knees and stood behind Carter, with Luke right behind Chris. Chris reached over Carter’s shoulders, grabbing his hands and placing them in the correct places on the club, making sure Luke was watching.

He placed the ball down in front of the club, and showed both of them how to swing. They both caught on quite quick, so they wanted to try by themselves. When both boys eventually hit their first ball in, Chris celebrated, by picking the giggling boys up and spinning them in the air, telling them how great they did.

This was something you could get used to.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

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mamaspresley · 2 years

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austin butler smut! best friends for a long time and he’s been being distant and ignoring ever since elvis came out cause he has new friends. u get sick of it and u stop contacting and talking to him. he shows up to ur house one day and realizes he misses u and fvcks u rough

the apology | austinbutler

note this is the first thing i've written in over a year and a half... so i am so sorry if its terrible. but there will be more fics to come. wc 2,434 tw smut, choking, austin being kind of a meanie but dont worry, he’ll make up for it

it was weird, seeing him look so different. the black hair, the eyeliner, the clothes, the accent. austin had totally stepped out of his comfort zone for this movie and you loved it, how confident he had become and you were incredibly proud of him for landing and executing this role. the shy boy you’d known all through high school had come out of his shell and was literally the king himself not only in his most recent movie, but in his own life. you could tell this role had transformed austin, made him assertive, cocky, sexy. you’d never seen your best friend in this light before but fuck, you didn’t mind.

you texted him after seeing the movie for the first time in theatres, saying nothing more than “knocked it out of the park with this one” but you were a little disappointed when he only responded with a thanks. you’d been best friends with this kid since high school, you didn’t reply to each other’s texts with one word answers.

the next month was a strange one, at that. sure, you and austin had separate lives and he was a busy guy, you could understand that. but the fact that that thanks he had sent you was the last interaction you had — you were starting to get a little butthurt about it. it wasn’t until you saw some rumour going around of austin having a new girlfriend that you cared to reach out.

“no, she’s just a friend. but hey — you mind if i call you later, y/n? i promised a couple of buddies i’d meet ‘em for drinks tonight. talk to you later, yeah?” that was about it, and for three weeks after that you hadn’t heard a single thing from the boy.

you decided to drop it — not only were you hurt that he had found other friends, but you were a bit concerned as to why you were hurt by it. never before had you become jealous over austin’s social life, and why was this any different? he had just released a major motion picture where he played arguably one of the most iconic roles one could play. it was understandable that he was gonna be a little caught up in his own fame afterwards.

so you left it, and weeks passed by before your next interaction with austin. honestly, you hadn’t thought about him as much as you expected yourself to. you were busy with work and you had basically forgotten about him by the time he was knocking on your front door at 1 in the morning.

it had woken you up, and having fallen asleep on the couch hours earlier you were right close to the front when austin decided on banging loudly on your door in the middle of the night. groggily, you stumbled your way to the foyer, throwing open the door. the sight caused you to wake up immediately, eyes widening and eyebrows raising. the boy stood there, sandy coloured hair wet from the pouring rain outside, bright blue eyes piercing as they met yours, and his lips looking as plump as ever as they sat parted slightly. he wore a white wife-beater, the collar a bit damp from his wet hair that had dripped down, and black dress pants that hugged his waist and flowed down. he looked good, a lot better than you expected. you always knew your best friend was a good looking man, but this — this was different.

“austin? what the fuck are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. “what time is it?”

“i’m sorry for not texting you, i’m sorry for paying you no mind, i’m sorry for being a shitty human being.” his words were swarming around in your brain as you tried to take everything in. “it’s always been you, y/n, and i got so… in my head, with the whole elvis thing and i lost touch with reality and i’m sorry.”

“what are you talking about?”

austin looked up at you, his eyes narrowing as he pursed his lips, and you swore you could have melted from his smouldering gaze. he was intimidating but comforting, sexy but shy, beautiful and so fucking gorgeous, it had your head spinning and your brain buffering at the thought of, how have i not realized i’m in love with this man yet?

“i’m talking about us, y/n,” austin said, pushing himself upright as he stood outside in the rain. “i’ve been terrible to you and you’ve just taken it. you shouldn’t have to do that, i shouldn’t be putting you in that position in the first place.”

“come inside, austin.” you open the door wider for him and the boy steps inside, closer to you and he immediately brings his cold hands to your cheeks, cupping your face as he looks down at you.

you were still half asleep, so everything he was saying you were having trouble wrapping your head around, but it wasn’t until he pushed his cold lips against yours that you truly were taken aback. never in your ten-year long friendship had you or austin hinted at any romantic feelings for one another before now, and to say you were shocked would be an understatement. his lips were cold from being outside but they quickly warmed up once you kissed him back, holding onto his biceps for leverage as he danced his tongue into your mouth. one of austin’s hands left your face to grab ahold of your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you deeper, his lips soft and plump as you grazed your teeth against his lower lip.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do this,” he mumbled, pulling away only an inch to rest his forehead against yours as the two of you took the time to catch your breath. you glanced up at him, his long eyelashes fluttering and his cheeks rosy. his lips were glossy, red and swollen and you swore he’d never looked so pretty.

“kiss me again,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but it was enough for austin to open his eyes, his smile growing into a boyish smirk as he followed orders and pressed his lips to yours for the second time. this time was different, hungrier and more passionate, his kiss filled with lust as his fingers grasped your hip with such intensity you were sure there would be a bruise in their place tomorrow.

austin led you blindly into your bedroom, already having a sense of direction around your apartment as he’d spent countless nights sleeping on your couch or curled up with you watching a movie. you were shocked, now that you were coming to terms with your feelings for austin, that you hadn’t realized sooner. it had always been him. even when you had flings with other guys, austin always came first. your past boyfriends had always been jealous when it came to him, and you never truly understood why until now. they couldn’t compete — your feelings for austin reached further than romantic intentions. it was adoration, devotion, infatuation, love. you were in love with him all this time and had dumbly mistaken it for a sort of friendship, when in reality it was so much more than that.

“is this okay?” austin asked, the two of you pulling away for air after you had taken comfort on your mattress, sinking into the pillows at the top of your bed as austin leaned over you. he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes bearing down into yours. you had never been so quick to reassure him, and following that came more kisses, each one better than the last. his lips trailed down from your lips to your neck, stopping at the crook between your jaw and your throat to leave a faint mark, his tongue working wonders on your skin. your fingers lightly carded through his hair as his hands slipped under your loose tank top, trailing upwards until he cupped your breasts in his hands, his breath hitching as he continued to kiss your neck.

austin slipped your shirt off and began dancing his lips across the valley of your breasts. your breathing became heavy, fingers tugging at his hair as he worked his way down slowly, giving each inch of skin as much attention as he deemed fit, to which you couldn’t complain. he kissed all the way down to your belly button before looking up at you, and then coming back up to kiss you. his tongue slipped past your lips at the same time as his hand slid its way into the front of your pajama shorts, making your back arch as he dipped into your panties as well. his fingers worked his way in and out of you at a slow pace, growing faster and faster with the speed of your breaths.

austin pulled away from the kiss, his eyes watching you now as you came undone underneath him. the moans that left your lips were the equivalent to the sounds of an angel, he thought, and that only made him want you more. his thumb brushed against your clit as his fingers pushed in and out of you, and you lifted your hips to gain more traction, chasing your high.

“you close, baby?” austin hummed, his lips brushing against your neck right under your ear. you moaned in response, arching your back into him as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. suddenly, austin ripped away from you, pulling down your shorts. he sat back, lifting his shirt off his back and you couldn’t help but watch. he chuckled, seeing your eyes admiring him. “like what you see or what?”

“mhm,” you mumbled, your head falling to the side but your eyes stayed trained on him. austin smirked, crawling back over you without his pants or boxers holding him back anymore. he hovered over you, one hand holding him up and the other hand stroking himself up and down your folds. you couldn’t take a good look but you knew, when he pushed himself into you, he was big. your eyes squeezed shut, a breath caught in your throat, a loud moan passing your lips as you felt him stretch you out. “oh my god. austin—” you opened your eyes to see his beautiful lips parted, eyes rolled back as he groaned. the sound of him enjoying himself… fuck, you could cum already.

“holy fuck, y/n.” austin’s voice was deep, aggressive as he stilled inside of you. your eyes met and you’d never seen such an intense shade of blue. “you okay?”

you nodded. “yeah.”

“good.” he kissed your forehead, moving some of your hair out of your face before pulling out of you slightly, pushing back into you even slower. your moans were quiet as he thrusted into you gently, but he wanted to hear more of them. austin grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers and holding it above your head as he quickened his pace, enticing more moans, louder and quicker out of you. “fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, taking one of your legs and lifting it back, fucking into you at a deeper angle.

you cried out, head thrown back as you felt your stomach tighten. austin’s free hand came to wrap around your throat, his hips now pounding into you ferociously. you couldn’t even moan anymore, the feeling euphoric as he brought you closer and closer to your release. his fingers tightened their hold on your throat, cutting off your airways just enough, while his other hand abandoned yours to instead come down and begin toying with your clit.

“want you to cum for me, baby,” he groaned, eyes trained on yours as he fucked into you. your lips parted, head tilted back as you whined, trying to get any sound out that you could with austin’s hand wrapped around your throat. “can you do that for me? be a good girl?”

you choked out something of a ‘yes’, and austin smirked. he loved seeing you like this.

austin pulled out of you, getting down between your legs and before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling you close and his lips were attached to your heat. his tongue licked a few strips up and down before he began sucking at your clit, and him hearing your reaction from that made him go even harder. he added his fingers to the mix, pumping two in and out of you while his tongue played with your clit. he flicked it up and down in a rapid motion, lifting eyes to meet yours and he drowned in you, completely blissed out. your thighs were spread, back arching as you lifted your hips up, grinding them into him as austin moaned against your clit. he took his right hand, placing it on your hip and pushed you down, pulling away from you to look you directly in the eye. “keep still, baby.” you whined, but as soon as he brought his tongue back to your clit, you were unraveling.

you squeezed your thighs around him, tugging at his hair and the sheets, filthy moans leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you in an overwhelming state. you laid there, thighs shaking as austin worked you down from your high, his tongue lightly stroking your clit, his lips leaving kisses down your thighs. you moaned all the while, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging every few moments to show your appreciation.

satisfied, austin pulled away from you, sitting back as he licked his lips. “can‘t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner,” he stated, running a hand up your shin and then your thigh. his gaze on you made you feel nervous, yet overly confident at the same time. he had just given you the orgasm of a lifetime, and was still complimenting you over and over. “you’re my new favourite thing.”

“shut up,” you mumbled, and austin smirked before slipping in beside you, pulling you in to his chest, him looking down at you, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“i hope this counts towards my apology,” he said, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “for being a shitty friend. like i said earlier.” you giggled. “yeah. this can count towards your apology, friend.” austin rolled his eyes, slipping his hand over to cup the side of your face, and dipped down to push his lips against yours.

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #elvis #elvis movie #elvis 2022 #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #mamaspresley #jackie writes

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bamnamuu · 4 months

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Hiiii, I just saw your list of prompts, and if it's not too much work for u, I'd like to request these with Soobin :D

4. first kisses

13. “i get to know what it’s like to be loved by you” (I got friends to lovers vibes from this)

24. New years kiss

Have a good day/night!!

w.count 907 | warnings mentions drinking / drunk ppl typos not proofread | ems note THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!!!!! i feel bad that it’s taken me this long to post but it only felt right to save it yk? anyway hope you love it whoever you are 🫶🫶

you have been in love with soobin since the day you met him, which happens to be since the second grade, when he found you laying on the wet tarmac letting the rain soak your uniform, “what are you doing ?” he said moving his umbrella nervously “i wanted to see if i would become a fish!” you said, trying to open your eyes to see him only to be met with rain water and the blurry silhouette of a boy looking down at you. He helped you get up and gave you his umbrella not that it would do much good but it was the thought that counts is what you said to yourself. From that day forward soobin and you have been together for everything, the first time you failed your driving test or the third time soobin failed his you two were attached at the hip. It seemed obvious to all your other friends that both of you were mad about each other, the only two people that didn’t see it was obviously you and soobin.

Walking through the science hallway Soobin was being followed by his teasing friend who was desperately trying to get soobin to go to their house party after school. “Come on Soob! This is the first time my parents are letting me stay at the house without a babysitter!’’ beomgyu said trying very hard to be convincing, soobin stopped walking to turn around and face beomgyu. “we’re in high school and you still need a BABYSITTER? Man you have more problems than me.’’ soobin said. “shush that's not the point.’’ soobin raised his brow at the shorter boy “and what exactly is the point?’’ “y/n!’’ even more confused soobin replied “what about y/n? What did you say to her, you better not have asked her to pull your finger again!’’ beomgyu looked disgusted at the accusation “I WOULD NEVER! It's just that she's coming over tonight and i thought you would like to be with your girlfriend.’’ soobin felt his cheeks get hot, he knew he should tell beomgyu that y/n’s not his girlfriend, but beomgyu already knew that and he liked that people thought they were dating. Beomgyu was jumping up and down when soobin finally gave in and agreed to go to this party. Soobin went home and wished he didn't give into beomgyu because the last thing he wanted to do on a wednesday evening was spend the night with a bunch of random school kids he doesn't want to know. Until a knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts “Hey bin your mom let me in, you ready to go?’’ flopping on his bed soobin huffed “do we have to? I mean its beomgyu but we see him everyday y/n!’’ which causes her to start laughing while walking over to sit next to him. “ok i'll make you a deal, we go to the party for 18 minutes and if you decide you want to go home well leave okay?’’ “ok, but why 18?’’ “it's more than 15 and less than 20!’’ When soobin and y/n arrived at beomgyus house they found that the ‘party’ was just the rest of soobins friend group. After a half an hour of watching beomgyu and kai try to beat each at karaoke, yeonjun Soobins eldest friend suggested truth or dare, as much as soobin loved his friends they loved teasing him more, more specifically teasing him about his crush on y/n, so it wasn't a shock to soobin when yeonjun said “I dare you to kiss soobin!’’ when y/n picked dare. The sounds of disgust and happiness filled the room as soobin and y/n leaned in to share their first kiss. “you don’t have to kiss me y’know.’’ “i know , but its you so i don’t mind.’’ Soobin smiled nervously and leaned closer to her lips.

It wasn’t long after till soobin and you became more than just friends, at your graduation soobin built up all his courage to ask you out on a real date to which you accepted with a kiss on his cheek. You made it official when you mistakenly called soobin your boyfriend to his face, and you swear you've never seen him look happier. Now the two of you are arriving to beomgyu new years eve party hand and hand. It was pretty shocking to both of you just how many people showed up tonight. “wow gyu i didn’t know you knew so many people?’’ you said finding the slightly drunk boy “i didn’t either!’’ he said before giving soobin a greeting and then hopping away, you found taehyun and kai hiding in beomgyus room watching the count down with the sound of drunk people exsisting in the next room. After a while beomgyu and yeonjun joined the four of you for some peace and quiet, and juat in time for the midnight count down to begin. “ y/n, i love you so much more than you will ever know, thank you for being my best friend for my entire life, and thank you for letting me know what its like to be loved by you!’’ soobin said placing his hands on either side of your head, smiling from ear to ear leaving you speechless as the count down camke down to 3, 2, 1, and you kissed the love of your life.

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callmewrinkles3 · 11 months

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Fresh Ink

Summary: Dan decides to get a new tattoo that Em has inspired. She decides to be a little more spontaneous.

A/N: we don’t have a full oneshot, so have a lil drabble we’ve been keeping close to our chests!

August 2018

In the short time she’d spent with Dan, Em learned to not be surprised by the weird ways their days could go. From sitting on the couch for a lazy day, to being surprised with a trip to see the Reputation tour, anything could and did happen. Which was why she wasn’t surprised when she got a text from Dan saying he was going to get a new tattoo and wanted her to come with him. Daniel “I’ll just get a big one and then no more” Ricciardo getting a tattoo wasn’t a new thing and she loved the ink already on his body and the differences in the artwork they both had. But what did surprise her was what he was getting.

A couple of weeks before she’d sent him a text before a race. She was up watching and it had been a shitty practice and qualifying, the car kept failing on him. Her little Shine on, Handsome, text was supposed to just make him smile. She didn’t want to call and distract him, or wish him luck make him think his performance was what she cared about. She didn’t expect his little heart emoji response to make her grin and giggle like a kid. But her Sky Sports subscription was on the telly and she watched with rapt attention until he had yet another DNF and she wanted to throw something at the stupid car that kept failing him.

But they never mentioned the text after that. Not that Sunday night when he arrived at her front door with flowers and his suitcase. Not the next day when he kissed her goodbye before going to the sim and coming back to her that night. It was too easy to spend time together.

But he’d come back early from his summer break to spend time with her and had dragged her to a fancy tattoo shop in the middle of London to show her the perfectly printed font for her text. The “shine on” that was going onto his bicep where everyone could see it and she felt stupidly proud of it. He’d just asked if she wanted to be there while he got a new one and surprised her when they got to the shop. If he hadn’t mentioned that he knew the owner the tears might have come out in pride but she held them back.

“You are actually insane, you know that. Right?”

“I drive a car hundreds of kilometres an hour every single week. We knew that.” He grinned and gave her a shrug as the rest of his answer.

They were waiting for the tattoo artist to finish setting up as she looked in the glass showcase of piercings. The only ones she had were the gold studs in her earlobes. She’d had them since she was a kid and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually changed the studs in them. She just liked looking at shiny things and ended up staring at a tiny little nose stud with a small opal on it. The colours hit it and showed the iridescent sheen and she loved looking at it while Dan was talking to someone she didn’t know. At least he was until an arm went around her shoulder and his lips were against her temple.

“Find something you like? Cause I just found someone I really like.” He smiled against her ear, whispering lowly so only she could hear. “Gonna get a new one? You’d look cute with a tragus, or maybe something in your upper cartilage.”

“Nah, not really. Besides I don’t even want to know how much one of those cost here.” It was only half a joke as she glanced up at Dan and then back to the accessories.

“Did you plan to get a new one? You’ve loads of space in your ears for whatever you want.”

“Ha, no, I’m too cool for that now. I mean I always wanted to get my nose pierced. Mum would have killed me if I did it when I was younger and now I’m too old for it.” Her mother’s words echoed around her head that she’d look like a cow with a ring in her nose, how would anyone ever want to marry her with it? She shook her head a little to try get it away from her.

“You just turned 28. I’m barely 29. Are you calling us old?” It was mostly a joke.

“Definitely.”

“Meanie.” He squeezed her shoulder to soften the word. “But you should get it. You’d look really good with a nostril piercing. A little gold hoop would be cute and match the rest of your jewellery.”

“What if I don’t like it?” That knot of anxiety bubbled up a little.

“You take it out and let it heal over. It’ll leave a tiny mark that nobody will see. The only person who gets close enough to see something like that is me, and I won’t care about it.”

“Who told you that you’re the only one who gets that close?” It was said jokingly but she saw how he stiffened slightly.

“Hey!”

“I’m joking!” He was still tense and she squeezed his arm. “I’m joking, Danny. You really think it’ll suit me?”

“You’re gorgeous anyway but it’ll look good on you. Plus, there’s one there with a shiny lavender opal so I call it destiny.” He pointed at the exact one she was looking at.

“And I’m calling you a bad influence.”

“I’m a bad influence who’ll hold your hand when the needle gets close to your face. Sound good?”

“And I’ll hold your hand when you’re getting your tattoo?”

“See, teamwork.” He turned around and called someone over. “Em wants to get her nose pierced, do you have space?”

She grinned and started filling out the paperwork, signing it and picking out the temporary jewellery while it healed. And true to his word, Dan held her hand for the entire time.

#call it what you want fic #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #daniel ricciardo oneshot #formula one fanfic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 oneshot #ciwyw writing

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jjtheresidentbaby · 6 months

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baby spencer who definitely is NOT regressed on the jet ride back to quantico and garcia, morgan, and big sis jj can’t help but notice. after lots of coddling and a meltdown from spencer, he starts to warm up to the rest of the team. (i really love the idea of fatherly hotch and regressor spencer :(( ) but less sad and more just spencer getting the love he deserves. n garcia is the coolest of cool aunts and she most definitely is waltzing over with her ipad and a whole folder of new games for spencer to play!! sorry m rambling i hope u have the best day/night <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Big Sis Duties ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| jennifer jareau x spencer reid

a/n: this more so turned into big sis Jj & lil bro reid sry

warnings: talk of rosslyn/when Jj was a kid, reid being insecure about his regression

Jj kicks her foot lightly against Reid’s leg, he’s curled up in the corner of the couch on the jet while Jj is sprawled across the rest of it. She might be annoying him, but she’s regressed to around fourteen and that’s the best age to be annoying her younger brother in her humble opinion.

“Reid?” She sing songs his name and grins when he huffs at her, she’s pretty sure he’s regressed or at least starting to.

“Let’s play cards I’m bored.” Bored and keenly aware that there’s over four hours left on this plane ride, she hates cases in Alaska for this exact reason.

“Not now Jj, I’m tired.” A small pout appears on Jj’s lips, Spencer’s never too tired to play cards with her, especially when she’s regressed and she knows he knows, the entire team does. She had accidentally made it very apparent when she waltzed down to the lobby of their hotel in black skinny jeans and her rock music playing loudly in her headphones. Whoops.

“Are you okay?” Reid lets out a small sigh when Jj slides over to his side and lays her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah I’m okay.” The assurance sounds fake and Reid drops his eyes to the floor as he says it, only furthering Jj’s concern.

“You know you can regress if you want to.” She makes a point not to say ‘need to’ as she remembers before she got more comfortable in her regression she had it in her head that if she didn’t absolutely need to regress, she shouldn’t. It took a while for her to realize that regression is how she copes and she’s allowed to regress when she wants to, and she knows Hotch has been trying to make Reid understand the same truth.

“I don’t.” It’s meant to have a snap to it but it doesn’t, Spencer’s too tense to show that much emotion. He’s so curled in on himself Jj wonders if it hurts to sit like that with his tall frame, and if he realizes how outwardly stressed he looks.

“Can I nap with you?” The question must take Reid off guard as he turns his head and furrows his brows at Jj.

“You said you were tired, we can nap together.” After school she remembers throwing herself onto Rosslyn’s bed where her older sister was probably already half asleep since the higher grades got out a little earlier than the younger ones. It’s a memory she clings onto, the sunny afternoons she’d spend in her sisters room half awake giggling at Rosslyn’s playful teasing and badly sung pop songs are some of Jj’s favorite moments she had with her sister.

“Um…” Spencer trails off and chews his bottom lip while his hand fidgets with the corner of his shirt. He’s definitely falling into his headspace, Jj can practically see it stamped across his forehead.

“Or we can play games on Penny’s ipad if you want, or ask Rossi to tell us war stories, or have Hotch read to us, or Em can play poker with us…” Her shoulder bumps into Reid’s with a smile on her face as she lets her voice go quiet, waiting for Spencer to be the one to decide what they do. Rosslyn used to do the same thing with Jj, it feels like something a big sister has to do.

“Can we um… play games on Penny’s ipad?” Jj immediately nods and ruffles Spencer’s hair before standing to walk over to where Garcia is sat next to Derek.

“Hi there pumpkin, need something?” The blonde instantly greets Jj, ignoring whatever banter she was just having with Morgan.

“Could me and Spence use your ipad to play games?” A chuckle comes from Derek with a mutter about Jj using the ipad more than Garcia herself which Jj promptly sticks her tongue out at. Until Penelope tells her to stop asking or the games get boring, she’ll be using that ipad anytime she can get her hands on it.

“Course sweetie, here you are. You remember the password?” She nods, the password is Unicorns123 which is very easy to remember even when Jj’s regressed.

“I’m back!” Reid lets out an oof when Jj thumps into his side and clicks the ipad open to the folder of games Garcia has downloaded for her. There’s a few she only uses when she’s regressed really young and others reserved for when she’s a tad older, she isn’t sure what age range Spencer falls into right now so she goes with a block stacking game since that seems safe for about any age.

“Here, you play and I’ll watch.” A beaming smile gets sent Jj’s way as Spencer takes the ipad from her hands, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration and a low hum of contentment coming from his throat. Jj can’t hold back her own grin, settling against Spencer’s side to watch him try to line the blocks up, and a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She thinks she’s getting pretty good at big sister duties.

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!jj #little!spencer #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #jennifer jareau x spencer reid

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sweetestofchaos · 3 months

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pick for me | m.yg

s. you need help and thankfully yoongi is home.

p. yoongi x black!reader

w. teasing, kissing, light body worship, reader has twists

r. mature | sfw

wc. 973

a/n: drabble was inspired by this gif set made by @dasisugarun. i saw the gif set and couldn't help myself. yoongi looked so damn good and it just melted my brain. divider/support made by @hitobaby

You can’t choose between the two dresses laid out on your bed. You have a luncheon to go to in a little over two hours from now and you really rather not embarrass yourself. You know that your boyfriend, Yoongi, is working from home today. You wonder if maybe he can offer his option on your dresses? The pink dress is cute and will make your melanated skin glow. Whereas the cream and black dress is a classic choice that will look elegant and show off your shoulders.

Giving one last look at the dresses, you tuck a missed twist from your messy bun behind your ear and leave the bedroom in search of Yoongi. You find him a few moments later, lounging on the couch with his laptop perched in his lap and headphones over his ears. He looks cute, you think to yourself. You love when he dresses up but you love it even more when he is like this. Barefaced, cozy and comfortable. Tucked away from the world, safe in your shared home. His dark hair is hidden by the black beanie on his head and as he inhales deeply before letting out a loud sigh, you know now is the time to interrupt him.

“Yoongi?”

You call his name loud enough that he might hear over whatever music is playing but he doesn’t budge. Walking closer to him, you tap his shoulder and he turns his head towards you. His eyes raise in surprise at seeing you beside him and you watch as he drinks in your half dressed body. The purple silk duster you have on is doing very little to hide what is underneath; which isn’t very much. A black and green two-toned lace thong sits on your hips and that’s it. You aren’t wearing a bra just yet since you aren’t sure what dress you will wear.

Yoongi pulls his headphones from his ears, resting him around his neck. His eyes linger on the swell of your exposed chest. He licks his lips and you gently reach your hand out to cup his chin.

“My eyes are up here, handsome.”

You smile sweetly as Yoongi allows for you to raise his face and he gives you that wonderful gummy smile.

“How can I ignore such a sight?”

You roll your eyes and giggle as he pulls you into his lap. His hands are warm as they squeeze and rub against your thighs and hips. He sprinkles light kisses along your neck and noses at the collar of your robe ‘causing it to slip down your shoulder. At the sight of more exposed skin, Yoongi groans and presses firmer kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“Yoongi?” You whisper as your hands rest against his chest. He hums against your skin and you sigh. Trailing your hands up the length of his neck, your fingers creep underneath his beanie and you tug at his dark stans lightly.

“Lil busy darlin.”

“Yoongi, I had a question for you.”

At that, Yoongi pulls his face away from your shoulder and looks into your eyes. You have his full attention and grin. He is such a wonderful boyfriend.

“I can’t decide between two dresses. Can you pick for me?”

He blinks slowly at your words, reminding you of an owl. You can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about your question.

“This isn’t one of those pranks, right?”

“What?”

“You know where the woman asks her husband or whatever to pick an outfit and she picks the other one?”

You laugh with a shake of your head. You know exactly what he is talking about.

“No. This isn’t that, babe. I really can’t decide.”

Yoongi nods his head and sucks in a deep breath before he lets it out while clearing his throat. He pats your hip and loosens his hold on you.

“Show ‘em to me.”

Grinning, you move to get off Yoongi’s lap and he grabs you back quickly.

“Are you wearing your hair up or down?”

“Huh?” You think about the two dresses and shrug your shoulders. “Down, I guess.”

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi removes the hair tie from your messy bun and your twists fall around your shoulders and face. Reaching out, Yoongi tucks a few behind your ear and clicks his tongue as he pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“How gorgeous are you…a fucking dream.” Yoongi whispers and pulls you into a sweet kiss. His fingers flex and dig into your hips making your moan into the kiss. Yoongi smirks and nips at your lips.

“I-I should go.”

“Yeah? You think so?” Yoongi mutters against your mouth and you nod your head. Your lips stay pressed against his. He kisses you harder, pulling you closer to his chest, holding you tighter. He breaks the kiss suddenly and nuzzles his nose against yours. “Go on darlin. Show me what you picked.”

You pout and Yoongi chuckles as he pecks your lips once more, “Go on.”

You slip off Yoongi’s lap and head back into the room to get dressed into the first dress. In the living room, Yoongi flops back on the couch and groans. He is hard and he wants to bend you over the back of the couch so badly. He looks at the hair tie on his wrist and smirks as he slips his hand under his beanie and plays with his hair. If he remembers correctly, your outing isn’t for another two hours or so.

He weighs the pros and cons of interrupting you and licks his lips. “Ah, we got time.”

Yoongi picks himself up off the couch and throws his beanie onto the cushion. “Jagiya! Don’t get dressed yet!” Yoongi calls out as he makes his way to the bedroom.

#yoongi fic #yoongi drable #yoongi fluff #yoongi x black!reader #fic: pick for me #soc yoongi

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 8 months

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Make a Wish

This fic was inspired by The Time Dean was Sam’s Girlfriend by fleshflutter on LiveJournal

This is it! The thing I've been working on writing all year. It's finally done!

Dean and Jessica share a birthday, so what would happen if they both made birthday wishes at the same time that caused them to swap bodies? The inspiration story was fluffy and silly and adorable, but what if things were more explicit? Like, way more explicit?

This is a gender-bending body swap fic were the characters' sexual partners do not know who is actually inhabiting the body they are having sex with, so it's non-con. It's a bit of a dead dove, so if you don't think you'd be okay with the tags, please don't read. If you do read, I hope you enjoy it!

Relationships: Dean/Sam, Sam/Jessica, Jessica/omc

Warnings: Non-Con resulting from body swap situation and characters not making good choices

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Words: 14,476

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January 24th, 2004

If anyone had ever tried to tell Dean that he would be spending his 25th birthday alone in some dive bar off the highway somewhere between Bumfuck and Podunk, middle America, he would have said that sounded about right. Especially after the last few years. Being alone had become, more and more, par for the course.

His dad, increasingly absent, which was fucking saying something when you considered John Winchester’s stellar trackrecord in that particular department, had been off on a solo hunt for a week now. Before heading out, he’d tasked Dean with a simple salt ‘n’ burn, a milk run that had taken all of a day and a half to complete. So now Dean was expected to just sit here, in this rest stop that was pretending to be a town, and fucking wait.

Dean hated waiting. Waiting gave you too much time to think, even though he had nothing good to think about, and thinking like that got you into trouble.

It was a Saturday night and, other than Dean, there were only four other people in the bar, three other patrons who all looked to be well into their fifties and the bartender, who was a decently handsome guy, probably did well enough with the ladies, but he had a beard and skinny jeans that gave off hipster vibes that made Dean decide right off the bat that he didn’t particularly like the guy.

He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and flipped it open with his thumb. The screen lit up, his thumb hovered over the button that would pull up his contacts. Once again, Sam hadn’t bothered to call him on his birthday and the urge to give his brother shit about it was strong.

Eight months.

He flipped the phone shut and sat it on the surface of the bar to the right of his beer, and tapped his ring against it twice, the silver making a satisfying clink against the hard plastic. It’d been eight months since they’d spoken.

Dean had called on Sam’s birthday, no answer, so he’d left a message, “Happy Birthday, Bitch. Call sometime, let me know you’re still alive.”

It’d taken almost another month before he’d worked up the nerve, which was almost entirely worry-fueled anger at that point, to call again. It only rang twice.

“Dean?”

Fear that had been slowly choking him from the inside let go all at once, replaced just as suddenly by irritation. “So you are alive.”

“Yeah, sorry I haven’t called you back. I’ve been drowning in finals.”

“Yeah right, you know you aced ‘em.” He could hear Sam smile, without him saying anything, and that should have made things better but it really didn’t. But they’d shot the shit for a bit, conversation light and barely surface deep, a shallow script whose only consolation was the reassurance that Sam was okay, better even, he sounded like he was thriving. A weird lump suddenly formed in Dean’s throat. “Hey, I gotta go, but happy belated.”

“Oh? Okay, thanks.”

“Later. Hey? Pick up the damn phone sometime.”

“Yeah, yeah. Bye, Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

That had been in June. Neither of them had reached out since. He gave the phone a spin on the heavily varnished wood, set it twirling in place like a top before reaching for his beer. One long pull and it was drained.

“‘Nother one?” The bartender asked as Dean sat the empty bottle down.

“You know what? Fuck it, it’s my birthday, let’s step it up to bourbon.”

“Birthday, huh? And you’re lucky enough to be drinking here?” There was a barely restrained chuckle at the end.

“Yep.” Dean said with a little extra pop at the end of the word.

“Damn.” The bartender said as he turned and selected a bottle, grabbed a glass, and was back pouring two fingers of amber liquid with practiced ease. “This one’s on the house, birthday boy.”

Dean’s face lit up in a genuine, if somewhat rueful smile, “Thanks.”

The bartender nodded and busied himself further down the bar.

Dean slowly swirled the glass a few times. “Yeah.” he said, quietly, “Happy birthday.” Looking down at his phone again, he raised the glass to his lips and took a drink. He closed his eyes as the smokey, thick burn chased a wish for something out of reach down his throat.

A wave of vertigo crashed over him, so sudden and hard that he was glad he’d been sitting down. Even though he’d watched him pour the drink, the idea that maybe the bartender had drugged him suddenly seemed like a very real possibility.

Wait, why did he smell candle smoke? Shit, was he having a stroke or something?

He opened his eyes and had to grab onto the edge of the table to steady himself as his legs threatened to give out. Bar and barstool were gone, replaced with a house and a small dining table. The room he was now in was full of people looking at him with bright smiles, who all started clapping and cheering as soon as he opened his eyes. Smoke curled up from a forest of little, thin candles sticking out of a flowery cake on the table right in front of him that had, “Happy Birthday, Jessica!” written on it in fancy, blue, cursive icing.

There was a flurry of movement to his left and a pair of pretty brunettes started cutting into the cake and passing slices around. Everyone was smiling and laughing and acting incredibly… normal, like nothing weird had just happened.

Something moved way too close to Dean’s face and he flinched and tried to swat it away. As he touched it, he froze, eyes fixed on his fingers and the lock of long, wavy, blonde hair that tugged on his scalp as he tried to get it away from him. Long blonde hair that was being held not by his own fingers but by delicate, slender, fingers with nails painted pale pink, all glossy and graceful and… soft.

To say it was disconcerting would have been the understatement of all time. He was looking at a hand that was very obviously not his own, but that moved and felt as if it were. He gave another tug to the lock of hair, harder this time, and although it didn’t exactly hurt, it was definitely attached to his head, not a wig or anything like that. He brushed it back and confirmed he now had a full head of hair that came down way past his shoulders.

Chick hands, chick hair… his eyes went wide and he looked down his chest and stared right into cleavage.

He had tits!?

“Oh fuck.” he said in a chick’s voice.

“Hey?” A warm touch to his upper arm caused Dean to turn and look right into the throat of a massive guy standing behind him. Tilting his head back to look up he was met with bright eyes and a dimpled smile that he knew better than his own reflection.

“Sam?”

“Happy Birthday, Jess.” That smile, still sweet but with a gleam, a glint that Dean hadn’t seen since they were both teenagers. One of Sam’s hands came up, jesus he had big hands, and gently brushed along Dean’s jawline, thumb sweeping his cheek as long fingers slipped into his hair behind his ear. Sam’s gaze held Dean’s focus as he leaned down.

Had Sam gotten even taller?

Everything was moving in slow motion, Dean couldn’t feel his heart beating, wasn’t breathing, but his mind was spinning, scrambling to sort through way too much information, too much change, just too much, way too fast. So perhaps it was understandable that he didn’t react in time to pull back.

Just a fleeting, Oh fuck, before their lips met and Dean’s heart leapt into action like he’d been shocked awake. Sam was warm and familiar, but the way he pressed and pulled at Dean’s bottom lip, just a promising hint of more, made a small noise escape Dean’s throat that didn’t sound at all like disgust, like it should have.

Someone wolf whistled loudly nearby, eliciting another round of clapping and cheers from the crowd and Sam pulled back, twin spots of red blazing on his cheeks. He laughed in a way that Dean hadn’t seen in ages, playful and easy and open, as he glanced around at these people who were obviously his friends. A spark of something anxious twisted up in his chest. Dean blinked a few times, licked his lips, and swallowed, winded like he’d just sprinted up a hill too fast.

“Get it, Winchester!” a guy hooted from somewhere behind Dean.

“That’s real mature, Brady.” Sam said, his hand sliding down Dean’s shoulder and the back of his arm, coming to rest low on his back, fingertips brushing against the strip of bare skin between his top and skirt. The skirt thing was weird… drafty, but the warm press of Sam’s fingers sent little static sparks through him and a blush heated his cheeks, spread down his chest, and he was once again very aware of the fact that he currently had boobs… and a pussy instead of a dick.

This was bad, his mind raced like a cartoon character running in place before his thoughts finally caught traction with the ground and lunged forward. He wasn’t him, wasn’t in his own body. He was somehow in the body of Sam’s girlfriend?

Of all the bodies in all the world, I had to end up in this one?

But Sam hadn’t kissed him, he’d kissed his girlfriend, who’s birthday just happened to be the same as Dean’s? Which was… okay, yeah, that was weird as fuck. But she’d obviously just blown out the candles on her cake, which would have been the same time that he’d had swallowed down his own wishful thoughts.

Shit. He swallowed again. Shit, shit, shit.

“I, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I’ll be right back.” He said, trying not to show how unsettled he was at sounding like a chick, reminding himself that he looked like a chick, sort of was one right now. He took a breath, and told himself to play it calm and poker face the situation.

“You okay?” Sam asked, his eyes squinting slightly the way they did when he was concerned, or getting suspicious, his thumb rubbing against Dean’s skin, sending those sparks flying all through him again.

Oh, so not good. This is bad.

“Yeah, good, I just need to go to the bathroom.” Dean smiled as he felt for pockets in the clothes he was wearing, but found none. Where would she keep her cellphone? “Did you see where I put my purse?”

“Yeah, it’s right over there.” Sam looked at an end table by the sofa in the adjoining room.

“Thanks!” Dean said as he broke away from Sam and grabbed the purse.

Taking stock of his surroundings, it looked like they were in a two-story house. It was a little worn and run down, but decorated in a way that practically screamed college kids lived here. Probably a rental near campus, it had that vibe. It was also older, which meant that the bathroom was likely upstairs. He unzipped the purse as he went up the stairs, and thanked whatever luck he had that there was a little flip phone tucked inside. He found the bathroom and was punching in his number as he closed the door.

~~~

“Happy Birthday, tooooooo, yooooouuuuuuuuu!!!!”

Jessica thought of a wish and blew out the candles on her cake, then blinked and started coughing at a sudden burning in her throat. She must have inhaled the candle smoke. While her eyes were closed the room gave a lurch and she was suddenly sitting down.

A loud solid thunk made her flinch as she opened her eyes. Dark amber liquid sloshed in a thick bottomed glass that had just dropped onto a heavily varnished wood bartop a few inches below an outstretched man’s hand in front of her. Whiskey and the lingering, stale ashtray smell of old cigarette smoke hit her all at once. Looking quickly to her right, to see who had dropped the glass, she found that the man's arm that was connected to the hand that’d dropped the glass, was attached to her?

“What the…?” The voice that came out was not hers. It wasn’t even close. It was a man’s voice, with a timbre that resonated deep in her chest. She covered her mouth with her hand but then immediately jerked her hand away at the feel of a man’s fingers touching her lips and the feel of scratchy stubble against her fingertips. Her mouth tasted like whiskey, that’s what was burning in her throat, like she’d just taken a drink from the glass in front of her.

She looked down at herself and saw a broad, flat chest filling out an oversized leather jacket with a thermal shirt underneath, and long, muscular, denim-clad legs. Her hands were thicker, wider, than they should be, with short-trimmed nails, and a few scrapes and scabbed cuts across the knuckles.

Over the sound of Guns ’n’ Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle she could hear a couple of voices talking not too far away. She looked around. She was in some ratty, hole-in-the-wall bar that smelled like a lifetime of regret and spilled beer. There were only a few other people. An older couple that looked like they’d probably gotten here on a Harley, were sitting down the bar to her left, they were the ones talking, but they weren’t close enough for Jess to hear what they were saying. And there was a middle-aged guy who looked like he might be a trucker way down off to her right. He was drinking a Budwiser and staring into space, lost in his own thoughts. There was also a bartender busying himself with restocking the bar. He was probably in his mid-20’s, with a neatly trimmed beard, blue plaid flannel shirt that was buttoned up but not tucked into his well-fitting, black jeans that were rolled into wide cuffs above hiking boots. She watched him move some bottles around on the shelf along the wall and realized that there was a mirror there that ran the entire length of the bar.

Slowly standing and looking ahead into the mirror, she watched as a guy stood up and stared back at her. He had short, sandy brown hair, spiked a little in the front, and big light colored eyes. The dim lighting and collection of various neon in the room made it hard to tell if they were blue, gray, or green, but they were wide. He looked like he was also in his 20’s, handsome, really handsome, but no one she’d ever seen before. She raised her hand and watched as the guy in the reflection did too. She touched her face… his face? He mirrored the movement.

“What the hell?” She said, in a voice that seemed to fit the reflection.

“Everything okay, man?”

It took a few seconds to realize that the bartender was looking at her, that he’d been speaking to her.

“Uh?” What in the hell was happening? Was she dreaming? Was this some weird hallucination? A byproduct of having a stroke? Had she somehow fallen and hit her head? “I don’t know…”

The bartender’s brow furrowed. “Something wrong with the drink?”

She looked down at the glass again. Should she say anything? Say something to get some help? What would she say? Her heart was racing. Maybe she should slow down, take a minute before letting the looming panic take over. “No, it’s uh, it’s fine, it’s good. I’m good. Um, how long have I been here?”

“I don’t know, maybe about an hour.” He poured water in a glass and sat it down in front of her, next to the whiskey. “I know the bourbon here isn’t that great,” he shrugged and gestured around as if that explained it, “maybe take it easy?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’m okay. Just had a weird… um sort of deja vu thing for a minute there.”

He nodded at her and moved away down the bar again.

Okay, something is going on, but it’ll be okay, I can figure this out, she thought as she sat back down on the stool. That’s when she noticed the hard press of a wallet in one of her pockets. Pulling it out and flipping it open revealed a driver’s license with her reflection’s photo on it.

“James Page, huh?” She said quietly to herself as she looked through the rest of the wallet. There were a few credit cards, about a hundred and fifty dollars in cash, and a condom… classy. She looked at the ID again, it listed his birthday as 01-24-1979, “What?”

Okay, so today was also his birthday. That felt too coincidental to be a coincidence.

Absently, she took a drink of water. If this was a dream, it was the most mundanely detailed dream she’d ever had, the water tasted like chlorinated tap water. She started to pull one of the credit cards out when a cell phone sitting on the bar in front of her, had that been sitting there this whole time, started to ring with an obnoxious metal guitar riff. She grabbed it up and looked at the caller ID. It was her own cell number!

Quickly answering she said, “Hello?”

“Please tell me your name is Jessica.” a woman’s voice said.

“Um…”

“My name is De… uh… James Page, that’s my phone you’re talking on, please tell me that you’re Jessica Moore?”

It sounded weird when heard from the wrong end of a phone call, but she recognized her own voice speaking back to her.

“Yeah, yes, that’s me… what’s happening?”

The woman on the other end of the phone gave a loud sigh before continuing. “Thank god, it’s just a straight swap. Okay, so, this would normally sound really unbelievable, but you already seem kinda freaked so I’m guessing you’ve noticed that we seem to have switched bodies.”

“But, I mean how is that, how is this even possible?” Her heart was pounding in her ears. This is crazy, it’s crazy…

“Did you make a wish when you blew out your birthday candles, Jessica?”

“What? Why is that important?”

“Well, you see, today is my birthday too. Happy Birthday by the way. And I uh, I made a wish right before I opened my eyes in your body. So I’m wondering, since I know you’d just blown out the candles on your cake, did you make a wish too?”

“I… I did, yeah.”

“Okay, good. What did you wish for, exactly?”

She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her conversation before replying. “I wished I knew more about my boyfriend’s family.”

“Huh. Okay. Who’s, uh, who’s your boyfriend? What’s his name?”

“Sam… Winchester. Do you know him?”

There was a slight pause. “No. But I’m guessing he’s the really tall guy, soulful eyes, needs a haircut?”

“He doesn’t… I like his hair, but, yeah I guess that sounds like him.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

“Wait, what did you wish for?”

There was a longer pause before James continued, “To find someone I haven’t seen in a while. I dunno maybe they’re around here somewhere? Where am I?”

“Palo Alto. Uh, that’s in California. Sorry, maybe you already knew that. Where am I?”

“Missouri, kinda middle of nowhere honestly. Sorry about that. Look this may not have anything to do with our specific wishes, right? Maybe things just got mixed up because we both made wishes at the exact same time? I don’t really know how all this Freaky Friday stuff works. But with any luck it’s temporary and everything will be back to normal tomorrow.”

She closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How is this even real?”

“I don’t know. Look, there’s a set of car keys in my right front pocket, they’re to a black ‘67 Chevy Impala parked out front. It’s an automatic, can you drive?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay, good. If you turn right out of the parking lot, go about a mile down the road to the Sleep EZ Motel, I’m checked into room 12. The room key is in my other pocket. My stuff is already inside and the room is paid up until the end of the week, so you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Just don’t hurt my car and don’t get me killed, okay?”

“Wait, that’s it? I’m just supposed to wait?”

“Unless you’ve got any other bright ideas?”

“What about Sam? My friends? What are you going to do?”

“Hopefully? Nothing. I’ll pretend to be you, promise not to get you hurt or screw up your life, okay? And like I said, with any luck this’ll all sort itself out in the morning.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Well, I guess we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. Hey, Jessica?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me a little about yourself.”

~~~

Dean hung up the call and deleted it from the phone’s call history. When this was all over, the last thing he wanted was for there to be any way for this to get traced back to him. He tucked the phone back in Jessica’s purse and looked in the mirror.

She was a hottie, Sammy had good taste. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, full pouty lips, and with a body… Dean gave a quiet whistle. Then he looked around furtively, as if anyone else could see him in the bathroom and somehow suspect him of doing something pervy, but then he thought, fuck it, possession is 9/10ths of the law, right?

Biting his bottom lip and pulling his shirt up, exposing a lacy bra and a really nice set of tits. Cupping them with his hands, feeling their weight, massaging them a bit and feeling his nipples get hard in response was hot enough but looking in the mirror was almost too much, like watching porn that you could actually feel. Until he caught his own stare, the face of some girl that he’d just spoken to on the phone looking back at him, and it hit home that this was someone else’s body that he was a guest in.

“Ah, shit.” he said to the reflection and pulled the shirt back down, smoothed it into place. He looked down, thinking about how weird it felt to not have a dick. He looked at the toilet reflected behind him. Maybe he should at least try to pee while he was in here.

“Sorry, Jessica, but somehow I don’t think either of us is going to be able to avoid peeing all night.” It took him longer than he'd anticipated, what’s so hard about peeing after all, but there was the confusing clothing and then the wiping, and new sensations that came with that, which he definitely tried to not pay too much attention to, and then the readjustment of the clothing.

When he was done and verified in the mirror that he looked normal, you know, for being someone completely different, he took a step towards the door and froze with his hand on the doorknob.

Okay, you can do this. Just go downstairs and pretend to be a girl. How hard can that be? Just go pretend to be Sam’s girlfriend. He’s only, like, the smartest guy you’ve ever known, who’s been trained since he was a kid to notice when a situation isn’t right, when someone isn’t themselves, when they’re actually a monster… Fuck.

He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. No, it’s cool. You’re cool. You can do this. You’ve bluffed your way through more dangerous situations with less information to go off of. And Jessica told you enough to fake it for one night. It’s just one night…

“Jess,” Sam was looking at him when he came down the stairs, his face lit up despite a shadow of concern. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Dean smiled and walked towards him.

As he got within reach, Sam wrapped one arm around Dean and pulled him in snug against his side. Then Sam leaned in and kissed the top of his head, just like Dean used to do before Sam had the audacity to get taller than him. Dean didn’t need to fake his smile but then a wave of guilt threatened to well up, he thinks you’re her, and he had to look down, swallowing thickly. Sam gently squeezed him in a one armed hug.

When they were kids, Sam had been very touchy-feely, clingy, always in close contact with Dean, casual, almost unconscious, but now, unlike then, it seemed a lot less casual. Heat, of a sort that wasn’t just physical, flared up with every touch. And Dean could have convinced himself that it was just Jessica’s body responding in a sort of pavlovian way to a still newish lover. But the problem was, Dean knew better.

Sam’s hands were huge and gentle and warm, so fucking warm, against his side, Jessica’s side, his arm, her arm, his back, not his, his hip… It was maddening but he just needed to play along, like it wasn’t destroying him. Over the years Dean had fine tuned his resolve to push all of this away and shut it up behind a door marked “Stuff You Don’t Get to Have", and now, with a series of simple touches, Sam had unknowingly jimmied the lock and opened the door. Sam was always so good at opening doors.

The summer between Sam’s junior and senior years of high school, before the Stanford bomb had been dropped on their lives, John had been chasing down yet another lead on what had killed mom. Dean had no idea what it was, where he went, because he’d given him practically no information, which was beyond frustrating, but kinda par for the course. But John had left them with Bobby because it had been on his way, apparently.

While they were there, Dean helped Bobby fix cars, and what they couldn’t fix, they’d strip down for parts. Sam had gotten a job at a restaurant washing dishes. It was grueling in the heat and he’d be reeking of garbage from taking out the trash at the end of the night. But Dean would always be there, waiting to drive him back to Bobby’s. He’d have a cold beer open and waiting for Sam when he was showered and in clean clothes. More often than not, they’d watch a movie on the tv, choosing from Bobby’s collection of vhs tapes. They’d take over Bobby’s couch, sprawling and slowly gravitating towards each other, leaning together and laughing over what they were watching. They kept their voices quiet so as to not wake Bobby, who inevitably fell asleep in his armchair or was already up in bed. Sam had been more relaxed and at ease than he had been in a couple of years.

Life was simple and Dean felt just about as free as he could ever remember feeling, without the weight of expectations, there in that safe place and time.

When John came back he was short-tempered and easily bristled. Things between John and Sam, always rough, had gotten steadily worse. John was harder on them both, trying to establish his authority, which only made Sam withdraw when dad was around.

Sam started talking about leaving together, just going somewhere and getting real jobs, the kind that paid in cash instead of scars. But Dean wouldn’t think about it, well, he wouldn’t let Sam think that he was thinking about it. Kept putting it off, until it was too late and Sam was leaving for real, full ride to fucking Stanford, and one last attempt to get Dean to come with him. He’d pulled Dean aside while he was packing, held onto his hand like they were still little kids, “Come with me.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to stay here, you can come to California…”

“I can’t just leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because Dad…”

“Dad is going to self-destruct, Dean, this life is going to kill him and if you stay… if you stay,” Sam’s eyes were swimming in unshed tears that he swallowed back before continuing, “You don’t have to stay. You can do anything, Dean, anything.”

And Dean almost believed that, for one long torturous moment, looking at his brother, the only person that stood any chance of convincing him to break away from his dad, from this life, Dean could almost see it. Sam pulled him closer, slid his hands behind Dean’s neck and rested their foreheads together, silently begging. And that door in Dean’s mind cracked a bit and threatened to break open. Sam didn’t want all that, didn’t want… no. Dean slammed the door closed and locked it.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” Dean took a deep breath and placing his hands on Sam’s shoulders did the hardest thing he’d ever done, he pushed Sam back enough so he could clearly see his face and said, “I’m not going.”

Shock, grief, embarrassment, hurt and anger all seemed to flash across Sam’s face at once, but it was the anger that stayed long after the others had been packed away. The anger was what Dean had seen when he closed his eyes that night, thinking about Sam on a Greyhound to California.

But here, now, he leaned in and closed his eyes, drinking in the feel of being next to his brother for the first time in years. He breathed in and could smell Sam,even though his mind was having trouble processing the scent. It was Sam, he smelled just like he always did, but it was like this body, which didn’t have the same sensory memory of a childhood spent together in the Impala and rundown motels, processed the scent through different filters, all of which were good, all of which lit up like fireworks with each breath, and shot that giddy, new love/lust feeling through him mixing with his memories.

Sam’s hand was curled loosely around Dean’s, Jessica’s, hip, his thumb resting on the waistband of his skirt again, long fingers flexing in and gently pressing into the hollow of his hip bone, and it was doing things that were steadily eroding what tenuous self-respect Dean had.

Sam would kill him if he found out that this was him and not Jessica. Shit, maybe he should have said something right away.

“Wait, so if the wish is what switched you then that means that when I kissed… Dean, you kissed me back!”

Yeah, no, too late for that now, he just needs to make sure that Sam never finds out.

They made small talk and drank. Jessica was a lightweight, which Dean found out as he was finishing off his third beer. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a room lurch that hard on three beers. He stumbled slightly as he stood up to get another. Sam reached out a steadying hand.

“Whoa. Easy there.”

Dean laughed it off, “I got it, I’m good.. Anyone ever tell you that you worry too much?” Dean said, softening it with a smile that may have been a bit more shmoopy than he’d intended, but it seemed to do the trick as Sam held up his hand in an “I give up” sort of gesture and let Dean duck into the kitchen.

There were photos stuck all over the fridge, and Dean recognized several of the people from tonight, including Sam. He studied them all while he drank a glass of water before grabbing a couple more beers from the fridge. There was a bottle opener on the coffee table and, sitting back down next to Sam on the sofa, Dean popped the top off one beer and sat it in front of Sam before popping the top of the other for himself.

Sam huffed an amused breath through his nose. Dean looked at him, took in the bemused look and asked, “What?”

“It’s nothing, just,” Sam laughed and shook his head, “you just reminded me of someone.”

Shit. “Oh? Who?”

Before Sam could answer, the conversation in the room reached shrill levels when Bria announced that her boyfriend Brad had proposed to her.

“Jess, I’m sorry, I wasn’t going to say anything because tonight’s your night, but…” the bottle blonde held out her left hand to show off a glittering diamond.

Everyone spent the next half an hour or so congratulating Bria and Dean tried his best to play at being interested. He was worried that that somehow he’d given himself away but Sam was smiling at him again, all dimples and teeth and just pure fucking sunshine, and Dean inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back. He was simultaneously too drunk and way too sober for this situation.

~~~

Jess should have left and found the motel, but what was she going to do in some guy’s random motel room until morning? Pace around and worry? Staying put seemed like an easier option, doing nothing usually was, at least for now. Absentmindedly she picked up the glass of bourbon and took a sip. It burned a bit but tasted surprisingly okay. She thought that James obviously drank the stuff and his taste buds must be used to it. She kept sipping at it.

This couldn’t be happening, it had to be a dream.

She realized that she had to pee. She’d had to for a little while now but had been unconsciously putting off dealing with it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of thing that could be ignored forever. Looking around, she spotted the restrooms. She turned around on the stool and stood up, ready to be wobbly after drinking and being in someone else’s skin. But she felt solid, and strong. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar again it occurred to her that she was going to have to use the men’s room.

This was most likely just a dream, she could do this.

Luckily, since the bar was practically empty, the bathroom was too. Stall or urinal, that was the question. She opted for a stall, just in case someone came in, it felt less weird that way. Closing the door behind her, she stared down at the toilet before looking at the front of the jeans she was wearing. For the first time she thought about the fact that some guy was in her body and would probably have to pee at some point too. Ugh.

Well, she could do this, it was just peeing, everyone does it, right? She unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped, then pulled the waistband of the boxer briefs away and down with her left hand while reaching in with her right.

Okay, yeah, weird.

A couple moments later, she was washing her hands at the sink. That was definitely an experience, odd but kinda fun in a rather intrusive feeling way.

She looked at her reflection, really studied it since she wasn’t being watched. She smiled, frowned, and tried a whole range of emotions. Damn, this guy was attractive. Big green eyes with lashes she would have killed for, freckles, perfect lips, and he was tall too, although not as tall as Sam. And he was in great condition, not like one of those guys that works out in a gym all the time, but strong and lean, solid. His hands were callused, knuckles scarred, like he worked with his hands.

“Who are you?” She asked as she looked in the mirror again before leaving the bathroom.

Sitting back down on the barstool, she caught the bartender’s attention. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Jeremy.”

She nodded. “Can I get another, Jeremy?” and she tapped the empty bourbon glass with the silver ring on her right hand before sliding it forward.

He nodded, grabbed a bottle and poured a generous amount in the glass. “You feeling better?” he asked as he slid the glass back towards her.

She nodded, “Eh. It’s been a weird night.”

“Not the best birthday?”

“No. I was supposed to spend it with my boyf…” she stopped herself suddenly and tried to switch gears, “I had plans, that, no offense, didn’t include this fine establishment.” Shit, she’d almost outed this guy that she didn’t even know. Maybe he was into guys, but maybe not, how would she know, and it was always better to be safe than sorry when literally walking in someone else’s shoes.

Jeremy, if he noticed the slip, didn’t give any indication of being bothered by it. He leaned on one elbow against his side of the bar. “Are you traveling for work or something?”

She looked at him, honestly not sure how to answer that question. She knew she had a room at a motel nearby, but why?

Before she could answer, Jeremy continued, “I mean, there’s not a whole lot of here here, you know? This is not really a destination. And,“ he leaned a little closer and spoke in a more conspiratorial tone, “you’re like an eleven compared to the locals.” He nodded at the few other patrons and cracked a smile.

Okay, so maybe he had picked up on her little slip, but she didn’t think he was a threat, so she just laughed it off and took a sip of her drink.

~~~

Later, standing in the kitchen trying to follow some random friend group drama that could have almost been a telenovela storyline, Sam had come up behind Dean and wrapped him in a hug, hands crossed over his waist, his face nuzzled into his hair behind his ear. Dean’s eyes closed as a delightful shiver ran through him and settled between his legs.

“Ugh, get a room, you two!” Sam’s friend Brady said, teasingly.

Without looking, Sam grabbed a handful of chips out of the open bag on the counter and threw them right at the guy’s face, who actually managed to catch one in his mouth to raucous applause.

“Come on.” Sam breathed, low and quiet in Dean’s ear, and threading their fingers together, steered him out of the room.

“What? Where?”

“It’s getting late and I promised, didn’t I?”

Dean didn’t know how to respond because he had no idea what Sam was talking about.

~~~

Jessica sipped at the bourbon, not sure if she enjoyed the taste or not but the smooth burn was sort of growing on her. She sipped and she thought about what she should, or even could, do. Trapped in a stranger’s body, in an unknown town, states away from anyone she knows, what were her options? She could go find the motel room that matched the key in her pocket, and what? Watch crappy motel tv until she falls asleep in some stranger’s bed, hoping that she wakes up in her own body in the morning? That honestly sounded depressing as fuck. So she stalled, and sipped, and sat, and tried not to completely freak out.

~~~

His little brother was all hands, huge, long, spidery, gentle hands. Hands that covered so much, especially on Jessica’s smaller body. He smoothed over his… her long hair, down his… dammit, her arms, down her back. Eyes shining and bright, open as if to not miss anything, to catch every reaction as he walked backwards into a room to the right of the bathroom, Sam finally stepped back out of Dean’s space enough to let the warm flickering glow light up his face. The room was lit by half a dozen candles, on the dresser, the nightstand, on top of the bookshelf. Dean’s eyes went wide. Oh.

Oh no. This was, shit, this was… he looked at Sam. This was bad, he told himself. He couldn’t, it was too much, too far.

Sam, still smiling, was now a little unsure, a little embarrassed, “Too much?” His hand was rubbing gently up and down on Dean’s back, Jessica’s back, fuck, like he just couldn’t stop touching her.

Dean tried to say something, screaming internally at himself to find a way out of this, screwing things up between Jessica and Sam would be better than… He swallowed and opened his mouth, piecing together some sort of excuse, but all thought evaporated as Sam bit his bottom lip, all dimples and glinting eyes, and leaned in. Dean didn’t mean to smile, it was a reflex, a reaction to the extreme absurdity of the situation, that’s all, it wasn’t because his heart fucking swelled at seeing Sam all lit up and happy, looking at him like that.

Oh, I’m a bad, bad person.

He couldn’t look away from Sam’s mouth. And then Sam was too close to see and he nosed into his hair, speaking right into his ear, warm breath sending shivers through him, “I promised you, tonight is all about you. I want to make you feel so good, see how many times I can make you come.”

And Dean felt hellfire flare up through him, burning his cheeks, making his thighs and inner muscles clench around a deep needful longing. A gasp escaped, unbidden, from his open mouth.

You do this and you really are the scumbag you’ve always felt like. This is the line, right here, right now.

But this was something that he would never get to have normally, only this freaky occurrence giving him an impossible chance to have everything he’d ever wanted, even if just for one night, even if under duplicitous circumstances, in someone else’s body, even if it meant burning in Hell eternally for it.

One of Sam’s thumbs brushed lightly over Dean’s lips, as his fingers curled into his hair, turning his head and mouthing at his ear, nipping at and rolling his earlobe between his teeth before tracing kisses along the underside of his jaw. Dean breathed out a shiver that went all the way down to his knees. Sam kissed right up to the corner of his open mouth.

Dean didn’t believe Hell was real, not really, not an actual place like the bible thumpers would have you believe, but this, even ignoring every other horrible thing he’d ever done, this would surely damn him… but maybe it would be worth it. He could have this, and Sam never needed to know.

He turned his head just a little and caught Sam’s lips with his own.

~~~

With the bar being as quiet as it was, Jeremy took to making small talk as the evening wore on, nothing heavy, nothing too personal, just talking about sports teams (luckily a topic she knew a fair amount about) and cars (which she didn’t but luckily most guys didn’t take much encouragement to go on about that sort of thing without much more than a few interested prompts), but he was nice and kind of funny. It was better than stewing alone in her thoughts.

By the time Jess had had another bourbon, man did this James guy have a higher tolerance than she did, she had loosened up a lot.

So what if she’d probably experienced a psychotic break or something and was now trapped in this weird-ass dream, or maybe worse that she was really stuck in some dude’s body on her birthday and was now drinking alone in some shitty bar. She blinked, god was this what James’ life was like? Hopefully this was just a bad day or something. She at least had a party with all her college friends and Sam… Sam. Shit, James better be playing it cool, like he’d said he would, and not be doing anything to fuck things up between her and Sam.

~~~

For a moment, when he kissed Sam, SammySam oh fuck SAM, he’d forgotten all about his hands, like they didn’t even exist, like nothing existed outside of the bursts of confused chaos in his mind and how kissing Sam seemed to short circuit everything.

Good! No, no! I can’t. Stop. Ohhh god, right, this is right. Can’t. Fuck, finally!

Every part of his borrowed body felt like it was blushing, like he should be legit glowing, and there was this warm, aching, wetness that he was suddenly very aware of between his legs. It was a lot like how he normally felt when turned on, just not as focused, deeper inside and suffused throughout his body. He also found that he was very, very aware of his tits, every move, each breath as they lifted and fell, the way the fabric of the bra and shirt moved, every touch against Sam, he could feel all of it, and was aware of it all at once, and yet craved more. Sam’s hands were in his hair, cradling his head as they kissed. His lips tasted like home.

You can touch him!

And just like that, a lifetime of suppressed impulses and denied wants let loose as he placed his hands on Sam’s sides. Lightning-like desire, in all its terrifying glory, zapped through him, along his fingers and up his arms at the contact. Sam was solid, still lean and lanky with youth, but no longer a kid, not his little brother. Big.

It wasn’t like Dean never touched him, hell, he’d probably touched him more than anyone else. But that was different, it was checking on him, cleaning him up, bandaging and mending, little kid snuggles and hugs, holding his hand as they crossed the street, shoulders leaning together as they sat and joked quietly, just the two of them. This, though, this, was the edge of the map. Here, there be monsters, and his pulse pounded like he was on a hunt.

He ran his hands up over Sam’s chest, feeling the lines of the muscles beneath his shirt as Sam slid one of his hands down Dean’s back, pulling him closer, pressing them together. He didn’t stop at his waist this time, his hand continuing down over Dean’s ass to cup and squeeze. Dean moaned, just a little and in a way that he hadn’t expected, and his hands moved up across Sam’s shoulders and neck and into his hair, fingers tangling in his nape and pulling Sam down, or himself up, it didn’t matter which as long as they somehow got closer. Dean instinctively wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips when he lifted him up, one hand under Dean’s ass, across the back of his thighs, the other still cradling the back of his head. Sam shifted, holding Jessica’s weight easily and Dean wondered if Sam had gotten strong enough to lift his own actual body the same way. That thought made his breath hitch.

Sam pushed the door shut with one foot and then took three strides to cross the room before he dropped them both down onto the bed. Sam caught himself with his elbows, so his weight didn’t come down on Dean all at once as he bounced, a laugh bubbling out of Dean, met with a smile from Sam.

Sam looked at him for a moment, brushing hair from Dean’s face, Jessica’s face, Dean reminded himself. Sam was looking at Jessica like that, like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and like he wanted to eat her up. Jealousy at the realization sparked in Dean, but it was quickly quelled because Sam looking at Jessica like that meant that Dean could look back through her in a way he never could through his own eyes.

He took in Sam’s bright, clever, magic-colored eyes, and his pointed nose that made him look fox-like and clever. That mole beside his nose, that Dean always wanted poke or to kiss, depending on the day. His hair that, from this angle, spread around his face like a dark halo and reminded Dean of that photo of Jim Morrison, the one where his arms were spread and his chest was bare. He looked like the hero of some Greek myth and he was painfully beautiful.

Then Sam was kissing him again, little nibbling kisses that wandered along his jaw, sending delicious shivers through him. Sam’s hand found the bare skin at his waist, fingers spread out across his stomach, up under his shirt to his ribs as he kissed his way down Dean’s throat.

Dean leaned his head to the side, stretching his neck as he arched up into Sam’s touch. Sam’s fingertips traced along the bottom of his bra, brushed the underside of his breast. Holy shit.

He’d gotten so caught up in the fact that this was Sam, SamSammy, that he’d almost completely glossed over the fact that he was in a woman’s body and was going to experience sex, with Sam, in a body with girl parts! What was, possibly, most disturbing was how onboard he was for this ride. Like, if he was completely honest with himself, the Sam thing had always been there, usually it was forcibly shoved into the furthest, deepest, darkest corner of his brain, and locked down tight, but sometimes it escaped and made it almost to the surface before he’s wrestle it back down again and did his best to ignore it. But beyond an occasional fleeting thought about what the woman he was with was feeling as he went down on her, thrust into her, well, he’d never actually fantasized about actually feeling whatever they felt. The prospect was surprisingly thrilling.

And this isn’t gay (or incest) if it’s Jessica’s body. That thought sent a cold shiver through him, followed very closely by a rancid tendril of self-disgust. What the hell was the matter with him?

But then Sam was cupping his breast, warm hand giving a massaging little squeeze, the nipple genty pinched in the V between his thumb and index finger, sending sparks of pleasure through him and distracting him from his thoughts. Dean had always liked having his nipples played with during sex, well, he really liked having everything played with during sex, but now, though? It was just so much more.

Sam pushed his shirt up, kissed him through the fabric of the bra, before giving a little, demanding “Off.” and worked both the shirt and bra off, undoing the back clasp one handed, that’s my boy. And then his mouth was on him again. Dean’s hands were on Sam’s shoulders, then in his hair as he lavished attention on his tits. And, yeah, definitely an area deserving of all the attention Dean was prone to give because it felt fucking awesome. Before the sensations could become too much, Sam would shift his focus to the other side, kissing and sucking, biting (which felt amazing) and pulling little gasps out of Dean.

Dean squirmed a bit, suddenly desperate for some sort of friction between his legs. Like he’d sensed it, Sam ran one hand down, using little more than the weight of his hand, over the fabric of his skirt, and rubbed, pushing a bit more with his middle and ring fingers, curving with his body, right down between Dean’s legs. It wasn’t quite like having his dick rubbed, the feeling a little more muted, more spread out. But the warmth that spread through him felt familiar as did the desire it inflamed. And he pushed his hips against Sam’s hand seeking more pressure.

The biggest difference Dean felt was where he normally would have wanted to push into his partner, to thrust into them, all he wanted now, the desire that consumed his mind, was that he needed something inside him, stretching him, filling him. This hollow, wanting, ache was new but made him unbearably warm and desperate. And he wondered, not for the first time, about how much of it was coming from Jessica’s muscle memory, because while it was new to him, it felt so perfectly right and natural in this body.

With a final playful pull on one of his nipples, sucking hard before letting it drop and the weight of the breast bounce back against Dean’s chest, Sam kissed his way down across his stomach. Jessica was a bit ticklish, it would seem, because the light scrape of Sam’s stubble sent delightful tremors through Dean. Not enough to make him laugh or pull away, but enough to make him smile.

This is crazy. This is crazy. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. This is some weirdass fever dream. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Sam reached the waistband of Jessica’s skirt, kissing and tonguing over Dean’s belly button as he worked loose the zipper and slid the fabric down, chasing it with his mouth. Dean lifted his hips so Sam could slide it the rest of the way down and off his legs, leaving him in just delicate, barely there, panties. They were silky and pink and Dean flashed back hard to six years ago, to Rhonda Hurley looking at him wearing her panties like she wanted to eat him alive, a look that was mirrored now in Sam’s eyes as he slowly looked up his… Jessica’s body. Dammit.

That look wasn’t Dean’s, it wasn’t for him. Sam was looking at Jessica like that. Fuck he shouldn’t do this. He needed to say something, stop this somehow.

“Sam…” He pleaded, but it came out too breathless and wanting, needing, and Sam smiled and leaned down, placed a kiss right on the silky pink stretched over the center of all the warmth Dean was feeling and hummed against him.

“Hmm?” and then he kissed a little lower and looked up from under his bangs as he gently stroked one hand up Dean’s thigh, fingers spreading so wide, hot and thrilling. He placed another kiss, this time below the curve of where Dean could see, so he couldn’t see Sam’s mouth as it pressed the fabric right into the wetness between his legs. Sam nosed in then and breathed deep. “All this for me?”

Dean bit down on his bottom lip, part of his mind still desperately trying to get control of this situation, to somehow, miraculously pull back before it was too late, when Sam looked up and locked eyes with him as he slowly, gently, bit the fabric covered mound, worrying it so slowly with his teeth before saying, in a voice deeper than Dean had ever heard him use, “God I want to eat you up. Will you let me? Let me just,” he licked, his tongue spread wide, right up over the now sodden crotch of those pink panties, “devour you?”

And the last vestiges of Dean’s attempts to be a better person crumbled. If he was going to hell, and he was definitely going, then he was going to make damn sure that he got the maximum value out of the trip.

“Yeah.” he said as he reached out and ran his fingers down Sam’s hair, his thumb brushing Sam’s cheek as Sam, SamMySammyMine, smiled his sharp, clever, mischievous smile and pulled the panties off and settled back between Dean’s legs, bending Dean’s knees up and over Sam’s shoulders. One hand going up Dean’s side, his long arm easily allowing him to cup around one breast, while the other spread, fingers splayed, across the tight skin below Dean’s navel, pressing down with gentle pressure to still the squirming Dean hadn’t even realized he was doing.

~~~

The last of the other customers paid up his tab and left. Jessica threw back the rest of her drink.

“What do I owe you?” she asked as she stood up to pull James’ wallet out of his pocket. The gravity in the room lurched violently to the left and she had to catch herself by clutching the edge of the bar. She barked out a laugh and sat back down on the stool. “Whoa.”

“Easy there.” Jeremy said. “No rush.”

He slid another glass of water over to her with a smile. She nodded and gratefully took a drink. It was cold and even though it still tasted a little too much like chlorine to be called good, she knew it would help.

“It’s cool, take your time, I’ve got a bunch of things to do to close up so you don’t have to leave just yet.” He said with a smile.

~~~

Sam’s attention focused between Dean’s spread legs, nosing into the trimmed little bush before licking along the folds of his pussy. His tongue, a wide and warm pressure, different from anything Dean had experienced before. It wasn’t like having his dick licked, which felt good right from the start. But the act was insanely intimate and definitely felt good, and the fact that it was Sam, samsamsam, made him shiver. And then the tip of Sam’s tongue dipped in and flicked across Dean’s clit and there it was! A burst of pleasure followed immediately by a desire for more.

A keening slipped from Dean’s throat, so much higher pitched than felt right to him. Looking down, all he could see was Sam’s shaggy brown hair and his fox-like eyes, pupils wide in the darkened room, looking back at him. Sam slid his hand down, long fingers spreading Dean open. Dean felt the air stir between his legs, cooling around the edges, and he realized just how wet he was. Sam licked again, taking his time, dipping in and flicking across before gently kissing that swollen bud of nerves and then doing it again, and again. Dean gasped when he used his teeth, normally something, as a guy, that would be a complete no-go, but the nipping and nibbling here felt good, really good, primal and hungry, and Dean wanted more.

Sam pushed his tongue in, deeper each time, as he rubbed Dean’s clit, pressing and circling, circling and pressing, sucking, biting, again and again until Dean’s hands had to move because Sam was holding his hips still, so he reached down and brushed Sam’s hair back, so he could see him better, then stayed in his hair, just holding, trying not pull. And his other hand went to his breast, kneading and then pinching the sensitive nipple. Everything combined and built up like a wave swelling, growing more and more, frantic, urgent, faster, and then he was pulling on Sam’s hair, which made him groan into Dean, the vibrations sending Dean crashing over. Sam continued to gently massage Dean’s clit, while fucking into him with his tongue, as wave after wave rolled through Dean.

Just as Dean was able to breathe again, Sam shifted around a bit so that he had both hands working, the one still spreading Dean open and working his clit in slow circles, while he pressed first one finger then two into him.

There was a punk rock girl out near Salt Lake, what was her name? Brenda something, shit he couldn’t think, but she’d had a thing for sticking her finger in her partner’s ass when they fucked her, and while she’d been enthusiastically into it, and it hadn’t been bad, it was weird, kinda good weird, but weird. It was nothing like this.

Sam leaned back in as he worked up a steady rhythm, and started tonguing and sucking his clit again. Dean was so sensitive it didn’t take long for him to feel everything building again. Sam had worked another finger in and curled them forward. It was a tried and true move that Dean had used on many, many occasions, and now he knew why it always worked so well, as he gasped and came hard, muscles fluttering hard around Sam’s hand.

“Samm… Sam,” remembering just in time, “please, oh fuck, mmm, I…”

“Hmm?”

“I need,” but he hesitated before voicing the rest, bit his bottom lip, was he really going to ask for it? From Sam?

“What? What do you need, baby?” Sam asked, his voice lower than Dean had ever heard it, deep but tender and pressed right between his legs, and damn if that didn’t light something up on the switchboard in Dean’s head.

No one but Dean would ever know if he just asked for what he wanted.

“Fuck me?” he said, quiet and unsure.

“Hmm, thought I’d stay here for a little longer, make you scream my name.” Sam slowly nosed in again and licked. “You taste so good.”

“Sam.”

Bright eyes staring up at him. “Mmm?”

“Are you really going to make me beg… on my birthday?”

Sam nodded as he nipped at the inner crease of Dean’s hip.

Dean let out a frustrated groan, “Please? Get up here and fuck me, Sam.”

Sam smiled, “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He sat back, pulled his shirt off and used it to wipe his hand and face before tossing it onto the floor. Shit, Sammy had filled out since the last time Dean had seen him and, reminding himself that he could look, he let his eyes linger on his brother’s torso. He realized he was mentally inventorying the scars he could see, there were no new ones, which was good. Sam’s belt buckle jangled a little as it came undone and he unbuttoned his jeans. Sam stood and pushed them down along with his underwear, black boxer briefs, and then was kicking them off to the side and slowly crawling back onto the bed.

Holy shit! HIs baby brother was built like a Greek god! How often was he working out? He was all slick, cut muscle, long limbs, and… In what universe was it even remotely fair that his little (no longer the operative word) brother had gotten bigger than him, apparently in every way? Dean was not a small guy, over six feet and packing a generously sized dick that he’d never, not once, gotten any complaints about. In fact, he’d received more than enough compliments to give him a, possibly, over-inflated sense of pride. Dean had an amazing cock, that he knew how to use. It was a source of great joy for him. And, he soothed his ego, it was hard to get a proper sense of scale, not having access to his own hands. But then Sam was grinning at him with his wickedly clever eyes and bright, dimpled smile again and Dean felt himself smiling back, his cheeks flushing as Jessica’s body responded to a new wave of want.

Sam crawled up over Dean, stretching his long body and skimming, not quite touching, over him, supporting his weight on his knees and hands. Just as Sam zeroed in on his lips and when Dean anticipated he would kiss him, Sam kept stretching past, reaching over and easily sliding open then closing the nightstand drawer. When he pulled back, a condom packet held by a corner in his mouth, he dragged it lightly across Dean’s skin, tickling slightly and forcing a giggle out of him that Dean would cringe over later when he replayed the moment. Sam sat back on his heels and tore open the packet. A wild thought, a desire, flashed through Dean, causing his cheeks to burn.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly.

Sam stopped and looked at him, concern overriding some of the confidence he’d shown just seconds before. But Dean was sitting up and reaching out, running his hand down Sam’s thigh as he smiled Jessica’s wide smile.

“Just, let me…” and he slid his hand up, his gaze meeting his grasp as he stroked Sam’s length. Hot, velvety soft skin twitched in the circle of Jessica’s manicured fingers. Dean blinked slowly, his eyes threatening to close, to block out such a transgression, but he made himself look, burning the image into his memory. He licked his lips as he shifted so he could lean forward. He just needed to know… if he was here, if he was doing this, then he needed it all, there’d never be another chance. He rubbed his thumb through the drop of precum beaded up on the head of Sam’s cock, spreading it slick across the head, and then kissed there. He looked up to find Sam staring down, eyes dark, mouth open, a blush high on his cheeks like he was drunk, and Dean licked slowly, tasting as he stared up at him.

Dean had never gone down on a guy before, although he’d received plenty of propositions over the years. But he’d eaten out more than his fair share of women and every one had tasted different, each one unique and special and divine, and this really wasn’t much different from that. Salty, a little bitter, not bad, just intimate. And he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a deep satisfaction to sucking the head of Sam’s cock into his mouth. Sam’s fingers slipped into Jessica’s hair, fingers spanning the width of her head and gently holding there, not pressing, not pulling, as he let out a slow breath.

Dean reached up with his free hand and took the opened condom packet from Sam as he swirled his tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. And then he pulled back and slid the condom down and gave it a couple slow pumps with his fist to make sure it was rolled all the way down.

He sat up and crawled forward, capturing Sam’s bottom lip as he pressed against him. Sam’s hand let go of his hair and like earlier, he pulled Dean in like he weighed nothing, hands engulfing his hips as he settled Dean on his lap. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, reveling in the feel of his tits crushed up against Sam’s chest and Sam’s erection hot and hard between them. His hips rubbed forward, like they were seeking friction on autopilot.

“Sam,” he keened.

Sam lifted him again and lined himself up and lowered Dean onto him. Dean’s eyes rolled closed as he stretched and was filled in a way he’d never even dreamed. He’d never be able to claim that again, he was sure he’d never get the perfect feeling of them fitting together like this out of his mind. And as his hips once again seemed more in control of things than he was, he gave some experimental grinds, and looked at Sam whose eyes were closed, his brow furrowed a little in concentration, and he looked… beautiful.

“Sam?”

Sam opened his eyes, his pupils blown wide in the candlelight and a look of pure want on his face, and he was the most gorgeous thing that Dean had ever seen. He circled his hips, trying to find the leverage to do more when Sam lifted him again, easily taking Jessica’s weight in his arms and began to thrust up. As he repeated the movement, again and again, Dean let his head fall back, his eyes closing, Sam’s mouth kissing hungrily along his jaw and down his neck, teeth nipping, stubble on his chin rough, but never hurting, never bruising, no it was just enough to feel all the way down through to where they were connected.

With his eyes closed and head tipped back, the weight of Jessica’s hair hanging down, bouncing with every forceful thrust, Dean could only hold on, losing himself in the sensations. Sam ran a hand up Dean’s back, his hand tangling in and gently but insistently pulling, causing Dean to arch further back. Sam kissed down, captured one of his nipples, his other hand sliding low across Dean hips, thumb finding and pressing into his clit and the combination of all those sensations pushed him up and over that cliff again. Being so full, having something… his brother’s cock, a thought that he really shouldn’t be so completely good with… inside him, for his muscles to squeeze, and with so much skin-on-skin contact for him to clutch onto, pushed everything up, and up, and over.

When Dean could focus again, he lifted his head, eyes meeting Sam’s, Sam who was still fucking him, and holy hell if his (not so) little brother wasn’t a goddamn freight train. The thought brought a ridiculous swelling of pride with it, some misguided feeling that he’d had a hand in raising this absolute god of a man. Dean smiled, his mouth open with every breath that Sam pushed out of him, and he traced his fingers across Sam’s face, thumb dragging across his bottom lip before Dean leaned in and kissed him.

“Come on, Baby. Come for me? I want to feel you, come on.” he said in between kisses. Sam’s arms tightened around him, his pace speeding up. “ Come on, Sammy.” Dean breathed and he felt Sam’s body tense. He leaned back enough to see Sam’s face as he climaxed. Little aftershocks from Dean’s last orgasm were still pulsing through him as Sam twitched inside him.

When their heavy breaths slowed down to contented sighs, Sam pulled out, removed the condom and tossed it in a small trash can by the nightstand and twisted the two of them so they could fall onto their sides on the bed, his arms still around Dean, facing each other.

Sam brushed a thick lock of hair out of Dean’s face, his eyes alight with reflected, flickering candlelight. He was sweaty and his cheeks were still flushed and he looked contentedly fucked out and Dean couldn’t stop staring at him.

A bemused smile flashed across Sam’s face after a moment. “What?”

Dean didn’t have the words, so he just smiled with his borrowed face, hoping it conveyed the best part of the crazed tangle of things he was feeling. When Sam returned the smile, Dean leaned in and kissed him one last time before snuggling into his brother’s broad chest, his eyelids growing heavy.

Sam placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Happy birthday, Jess.”

Dean was glad that Sam couldn’t see his face because he knew the smile wasn’t reaching his eyes anymore.

Dean lay there until Sam’s breathing evened out into sleep. And then he steadfastly refused to give into the looming tidal wave of guilt that was threatening to drown him, closing his eyes, he breathed in the smell of Sam, letting all the memories it triggered carry him, finally, to sleep.

~~~

“So, I’m curious,” she asked, “you don’t seem too enthused about… wait, where are we again?”

Jeremy laughed, “Eastfield.”

“Right, right. You don’t seem too enthused about Eastfield. And you’re young, seem intelligent, so why…” she gestured around the bar. “You from here? Got family or something?”

“Nah, I mean, not exactly. I grew up near here. Went to college. While I was there, my dad got sick, cancer, so I came home to take care of him. And, I don’t know, after he passed I just didn’t go right back and now,” he shrugged as he moved glasses around, “I don’t know. I’m just sort of here because here feels as good as anywhere to be.”

Jessica nodded and took a sip of water.

“What about you? You’ve been here all night and haven’t mentioned what you do for a living once.” Jeremy carried a crate of glasses into the back, Jessica could hear it being set down, and then he was back again, leaning up against the bar across from her. “Most people don’t shut up about their jobs when they get talking here. It’s just a safe topic, you know? Not too personal but something that eats up most of their lives. But you?”

Jessica shrugged and smiled, taking another drink of water. Jeremy squinted his eyes a bit, pursed his lips.

“What if I guess?” He looked her up and down, clucking his tongue quietly. “A hit man for the Mafia? Is the Mafia still a thing?” He smiled.

She laughed, “I don’t know. But no, I’m not in the Mafia.” I think, she added internally.

Jeremy looked at her, watched her mouth as she smiled. “Are you a model or something… which as I’m saying it, sounds super cheesy.” he said with a bit of a blush rising high on his cheeks above his beard. He was flirting and she suddenly remembered that she wasn’t herself. He was flirting with the gorgeous guy who’d been drinking alone at his bar all evening.

“I don’t really want to talk about what I do, it’s just not…” she shrugged and took another drink of water, licking her lips. The room was still spinning a bit and she felt all warm and fuzzy, like this was all a weird but pleasant dream.

Jeremy leaned forward onto his elbows, only a foot or so of distance between them now. “SInce I’m already kinda making a fool of myself… you are, you know… really hot and it seems like a crime against humanity for you to be alone on your birthday.”

He had nice brown eyes, wide and clear and kind, and what should have been an overdone line came across as genuine. The only other guy she knew that could have pulled that off was Sam. Thinking of him caused a heavy lump of guilt to form in her stomach.

“And yet, here I am.”

He slid one hand closer, fingertips just brushing the backs of her knuckles where her hand was still curled around the glass.

She stared at his hand and thought about Sam, who was the best man she’d ever known, smart, sweet, funny, weirdly mysterious, how did he even know half the shit he knew? And she knew so little about his life, his childhood, just enough to know that it had been nomadic and traumatic. His mom had died when he was a baby, his dad hadn’t handled that well, and he had a brother, but he never wanted to talk about them. He was home, thinking he was with her (hopefully) if James wasn’t screwing everything up. But at the same time, the idea that Sam might not be able to tell that it wasn’t her… well, it rankled.

She looked over Jeremy’s shoulder and saw James’ reflection looking back. Maybe it was the drinks, she thought as she shifted her gaze back to Jeremy, or the dream-like unrealness of the entire evening, but she slowly licked her lips thinking about what it would feel like to kiss a guy using someone else’s mouth, a man’s mouth? Would it feel different?

There was only one way to find out.

She pushed up and forward slightly as Jeremy leaned further across the bar. They both hesitated when there were only a couple of inches of space between them, giving the other a chance to back out. Shyness was never something that Jessica suffered from. Quite the opposite. Throughout her life she’d been accused of being too forward, too bold and daring, too aggressive when she wanted something. She knew she was impulsive, but YOLO, right? She slid her hand around the back of Jeremy’s neck and pulled him into a kiss.

The beard was something new to her. It was scratchy-soft and tickly in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. His lips were soft though and he knew what to do with them. After a moment, they broke apart.

“Hey, come around. I, uh, I want to give you something.”

When she stood up this time she was steady. Walking around the bar, she felt a flush of excitement, like a spreading fire flowing from her cheeks, down her chest, and into her gut. She followed him through the doorway and into the back room where Jeremy turned and pushed her up against a wall with a big, laminated, OSHA poster taped to it.

He was a couple inches shorter, so she had to tip her head down to meet his lips, a feeling so opposite of what she was used to that it added to the overall surrealness of the situation. And then he stepped even closer, one leg wedging between hers, pressing against her, his hands cupping her head, fingers rubbing into her scalp, such a different experience with James’ short hair, but pulling a pleased noise from somewhere deep in her chest. When his hips ground against hers, she was startled at the sensation. All that pooling warmth in her gut was suddenly rushing to her groin, focusing with growing insistence. She could feel Jeremy, already so hard, pressing back and the sensation left her breathless.

“Can I?” He tipped his head down as his hand skated over the front of her jeans, lightly tracing the bulge of her cock. Shit, she had a cock and this guy wanted to…

Okay, so she didn’t know if James was gay, or into guys at all, and she was seriously dating Sam, she was, but when would she ever be given the chance to experience this from this side of the equation again?

“Yeah.” she said.

Jeremy kissed her again as he undid her belt and jeans, sliding his hand down to feel her through her briefs. Her hips pressed forward, chasing the warmth and touch of his hand. And then his mouth was gone. He sank to his knees as he pulled the waistband of her briefs down and freed her straining cock. And it was like watching porn that she could feel, looking down the long stretch of her borrowed body, flat stomach and hard on, flushed dark pink with short, dark curls around the base. And then Jeremy’s tongue licked slowly up along the bottom of her shaft before flicking across the tip. Oh! That felt… good! One hand gently held the base, angling the length for better access, while his other hand cupped warm around her balls, lifting and squeezing in a way that made a small gasp escape her lips. Jeremy stared up at her as his tongue darted out again and swirled around the head of her cock, like he was trying to burn the image into his memory. But when he sucked her into his mouth and she groaned and placed a hand gently in his hair, her mouth falling open, his eyes sank closed and he got to work.

Jessica had given head, she knew her way around a blowjob and took pride in the responses she got, but to feel it, oh it added an entire other level. She couldn’t help but note what worked vs. what didn’t work vs. what really worked. She had also been on the receiving end of oral in her own body many times, something that Sam was particularly fond of (and extremely good at), but while this was similar, it was also so completely different, everything sort of flipped around in a delightful way. Her head tipped back against the wall as she let the feelings take over. Despite having no direct experience on this side of a blowjob, she felt confident that Jeremy seemed to know what he was doing. She didn’t hold back her responses and he picked them up and ran with them.

She was still tipsy enough and this was all still so new and weird, she had no idea how long it lasted before she felt herself tensing up, everything building as he worked at an increasingly frantic pace. As if he could sense how close she was, and he probably knew better than she did, he pulled back just enough to look up and say, “Come on” before swallowing as much of her as he could. A couple more pumps and the pressure in her burst, flooding out of her in deliciously violent spurts, all of which Jeremy greedily took.

When she could focus again, and looked down, he had his own dick out and was coming in his hand, his forehead resting against her thigh, still on his knees. She ran her hand through his hair, unconsciously petting him as they both came down.

When he sat back and fixed himself back into his pants, she did the same. She offered him a hand and pulled him back up to his feet. Awkwardness threatening to set in, she just smiled at him, “Thanks seems like a bit of an understatement.”

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for hot birthday boys.” He laughed, cheeks glowing with a deep flush. “No pun intended.”

Her smile spread wider.

Walking out of the bar a few minutes later, Jeremy’s number written on the receipt in her pocket, only feeling a little awkward at how quickly the whole interaction wrapped up because he seemed honestly content, Jessica looked around the parking lot. James had said it was a classic car, but she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. The long, shiny, sleek lines of the absolute beast of a vehicle that was waiting for her was a surprise though.

She fished the keys out of her pocket and opened the door with a creaking squeak that spoke of old joints formed from heavy, solid, metal. She slid in behind the wheel and pulled the door shut.

“Okay. Just an easy drive over to the motel. You can do this.” Turning the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life. Nothing quiet or subtle about this car, but it felt right on a weird, deep level that she wasn’t sure was coming from her. She eased out of the bar’s parking lot and onto the blessedly deserted street, keeping it a bit below the speed limit, even though she could feel the car practically begging to go faster.

Then there was the motel, and she parked outside room 12, locked the car and went inside. The place was… well it wasn’t going to ever earn even three stars on any travel guide ever again, but it was sorta clean and had the basics covered, a bed, nightstand, little desk with a chair next to a dresser with a tv on it, open closet, and a dingy bathroom. She dropped the keys onto the nightstand, along with James’s wallet and phone, as she sat heavily on the side of the bed.

Exhaustion settled heavily on her and she felt like she was made of lead, but still managed to pull off her boots and started to lay down before stopping herself and grabbing the cheap pen with the motel name on it. She scribbled a quick note on the receipt, under Jeremy’s name and number. And then was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

~~~

The distinctive smell of stale, decades old, cigarette smoke and bleach hit him as Dean woke with a start. Sitting up and taking immediate stock of himself and his surroundings. Sunlight streamed in around the curtains, lighting up copious dust motes. The distant sound of a door banging shut reverberated through the walls.

He was still wearing what he’d been wearing when he’d left his body last night and had been sleeping stretched out on top of the covers on the bed in his motel room. His duffle bag lay seemingly untouched on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He rubbed his hands over his face and scrubbed at his hair a few times.

His wallet, keys, and phone were on the nightstand next to a note, which he picked up and read. The handwriting wasn’t his. And as he looked he realized it was likely written by two different people.

Jeremy 555-823-3467 was written in one hand, while the rest was another, messy and unsure.

You may not want to go back to that bar.

“Huh.” he tossed the note onto the bed, got up and walked to the window. A quick check outside verified that his car was there and seemed in one piece.

~~~

Jessica woke up slowly, warm and comfortable. She stretched and felt the familiar feel of her own body and smiled. The smile dropped entirely as she realized that she was naked and not alone. Sam, also naked, stirred next to her as she moved.

The night before settling like a brick in her stomach. She knew what she’d done, and would carry the guilt of cheating on Sam, but if she was honest with herself, which she tried hard to be, she believed that the extraordinary circumstances were something that she would have regretted not taking advantage of. Right or wrong, she’d made her choice and she’d live with that. But the idea that some random guy had used her body the same way, with her boyfriend, and that it turned out that Sam hadn’t noticed anything wrong, which either said a lot about how poorly he knew her, or about how good James was at pretending to be someone he didn’t really know, well, that weighed on her in a much more unpleasant way.

It wouldn’t be for another year and a half before that strange, surreal night would come sneaking back into her life in a fittingly bizarre and unexpected way.

Looking at that too handsome face again standing so close to Sam as she flipped on the light in their living room, made the floor feel like it was going to drop out from under her.

“Sam?”

“Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.” Sam said, still slightly out of breath.

She blinked in surprise, “Wait, your brother Dean?”

Sam had never shown her any pictures of his brother, had only spoken about him a few times, and had made it sound like they were distant, estranged. She hadn’t ever questioned… why would she have questioned? This, what the hell was this? But before she could form any of her swirling thoughts into words, Dean stepped forward, an over-the-top leering grin on his face.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.”

There wasn’t even a hint of recognition in his eyes, but she still felt the hairs on her arms rise with a sense of danger at the aggressive eye contact he’d fixed on her.

Later, as she watched Sam pack and assure her that he would be back in time for his interview on Monday, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was looming nearby. But she’d never told Sam about that night, it was insane, how could she have even begun to explain it? So she didn’t know now how to articulate why she didn’t want Sam to go. The idea that James was actually Sam’s brother, that he’d… that they’d…

Sam kissed her goodbye with promises of seeing her soon and then was out the door. A familiar rumble of an engine starting up outside, and then they were gone.

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