#bobby brown x chubby reader

[sensei-venus]

Free Show~ (Bobby Brown x Chubby!Reader)

Kinktober Day 7-Flashing/Tit Job

(Unedited) (Tits, Flashing, Mentions of Alcohol and Drinking, The Other Cobras Being Dudes~)

Bobby felt like his face could literally catch on fire at any minute.

He couldn’t believe what he just witnessed from his girlfriend just moments ago.

Him and the boys had gone out to a late night party in the hills. Bobby only went because the guys begged him to go. They needed a designated driver and seeing as Bobby was team mom, he decided to go. He didn’t need them getting shit faced all alone. Then getting behind the wheel and crashing into some ditch in the hills.

So they all loaded up into Johnny’s car and went off to look for some fun.

The night was slowly getting to be to much for the only responsible cobra. The party they showed up to was loud with dozens of teens. All of which where drinking heavily. The smell of beer and strong liquor permeated the whole house. Most likely stolen from one of the preppy kids parents liquor cabinets. Beer stolen from some middle aged dads refrigerator or something. Bobby had two beers before calling it quits. He didn’t want to get too buzzed. Not wanting to get so drunk he couldn’t drive the others home later.

But by the looks of it he would be there a while.

Dutch was currently grinding on a girl in the packed living room. Johnny was downing beer after beer in some kind drinking competition with some jock. Jimmy was no where to be found in the whole house of debauchery. Bobby had no earthly idea where the guy had gone. Tommy was flirting with some redhead in the kitchen, toothy grin and everything. He could hear their laughter from over the loud music that played somewhere in the house.

It wasn’t long before he had to step out to get some kind of fresh air. The music was slowly starting to get to him. His ears starting to hurt and his head aching. With a loud sigh he pushes past some kids as he makes his way out to the front yard.

The place is deserted of kids, cars line the driveway and along the roadside. Everyone else was inside having the time of their lives. The air is fresh with a light breeze to it. It sends shivers up his back just a little as he looks around. It was way past midnight by now. Stars sparkle in the sky along the full moon that passes over head.

His eyes catch sight of a car as it slowly comes around the corner of the street, the headlights off. He raises a brow and squints his eyes to try and get a better look at it. Slowly it gets closer and closer before it finally stops right in front of the house.

His eyes widen ever so slightly when he realizes who’s car it is. It’s his girlfriends tiny little car. He hears her before he sees her.

His face goes beat red as he hears her giggle and then pop out the passenger side window. It’s like his mind doesn’t even understand what’s happening. One second he’s looking at his pretty girlfriend just giggling at him.

The next minute she pulling her top up and flashing him her fat naked tits.

She yanked her shirt back down a millisecond later giggling the whole time. A huge smile sweeper across her face. Eyes sparking with mischief as she looked to her boyfriend. Clearly she thought it was a great gag to suddenly flash her pretty titties to her boyfriend while in-front of a huge party house.

“Sweety what are you doing!? You can’t just flash me in front of some strangers house. What if someone saw you?!” Bobby almost yelled as he ran over to her car.

She tried to cover her mouth as she continued to giggle at his reaction. She shuffles back into her seat. Bobby quickly opened the passenger side door and slid in shutting the door with a loud thunk.

“I’m sorry but it was to funny not to! I heard about the party from Suzy, I just knew the guys where going to show up. I also guessed that they where going to try and get wasted while they where at it. Leaving my baby to drag their drunk asses home.” She whinnied at him. Her lips pulled into a big pout as she looked over at him. Eyes big and wide under the light of the moon. Bobby sighed but gave a small smile. He couldn’t be exactly mad at her for just trying to rile him up.

“Your not drunk are you?” She cocked her head to the side.

“No of course not! I only had like two beers then stopped. I stepped outside because I got bored and…and my head started to hurt from the loud music. It’s almost as if the music is making the whole house buzz.” Bobby held his head a little. Even with the fresh air he still felt a little sick, his head starting to pound. The little alcohol he had did nothing to help or even worsen the growing pain in his skull.

Reader was quick to notice the change in the boys posture. The way he held his head made worry start to bubble in her gut. His crystal blue eyes looked dull and foggy to her. The pain in his face was clear to her.

“You know I might have the perfect thing that might help you feel a little better.” She said in a slightly teasing voice. Blinking a few time Bobby raised a brow and looked over to her. She giggled a little and shook her chest. With a teasing smile she goes on “You know I didn’t wear a bar just so I could flash you. Maybe they can help you self soothe a little~” her hands slowly felt up her chest. With some grace she slowly ran her hands down her soft side before grabbing the edge of her shirt. Slowly she pulled it up to reveal her belly then her plump breasts.

They hung heavy and full which made Bobby go even redder in the face then before. His brown locks did little to hide his red ears.

Her nipples pebbles in the cool night air. They stood at full attention waiting to be played with. The boy couldn’t help but feel his mouth start to salivate the longer he looked at them. His girlfriends big tits always had that effect on him. The fact she was always up to show them to him didn’t help his reaction. She just loves to show them off every chance she got.

Just for him of course, even the other guys where a little jealous. He knew they would never tell that to his face but he knew they talked about it. That fact that his girlfriend had some of the biggest tits in school. That she only let him play with them. Never in public but they knew outside the public eye he was messing with them all he wanted to. Bobby was respectful enough to not try and feel her up to much while out in public.

When they where at his house or hers, that’s was a totally different story.

“Y-you mean it? Right now?” She flicked her lashes as she grabbed one of her tits hard. Playing with the soft flesh “Of course honey, you can suck on them as long as you want. We won’t stop until you feel all better…or until you have to go drag the idiots out of the house I guess.” Bobby smirked.

Moments later her was softly sucking around her breast. Tongue lashing across the skin of her tit just right. She let out a light sigh and tilted her head back ever so gently. Soon he was licking at her nipples, pulling at the flesh of both. He abandoned one to suck on the other. His head rested against her, body firm against hers. One of her hands rested in his brown hair to help guid him along.

Soft suckling against her tit made her smile, looking down at him. He was ever so gentle. Eyes slightly closed.

“Such a good boy for me, just relax for me.” Reader hummed.

All he could really do was moan out from around her fat tit. Her hand creasing the back of his neck. He moaned while sulking one of her nice fat nipples while one of his hands played with her other tit. Fingers pulling at the hard flesh. Keeping them nice and hard while making Reader jerk. It had him smiling the whole time

This was the best night ever, minus having to take home a bunch of morons in the next few hours.

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[cuddly-dean-baby]

The Winchesters’ Zombie Apocalypse

With a scavenge gone wrong, Dean has to do something he never thought he’d have to do.

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader x Sam Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you), Bobby Winchester (child), Garth, Dixon (dog - German Shepherd), Ellen (mentioned), Jo (mentioned), Jack (mentioned) Genre (smut, fluff, angst): Fluff, angst AU: Zombie Apocalypse Words: 2,050

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Storming into the cabin, you angrily peel off your bloodied flannel to throw it against the backrest of a seat at the dining table. “Fucking idiots! I told you not to follow me into the store! I fucking had it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Dean. I’m gonna go take a shower, then I’m gonna go out for a walk.” 

Doing as you said, you walk past your husbands and into your shared bedroom to grab a pair of clean clothes and into the bathroom. Your German Shepherd, Dixon, had followed you into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I feel like one of us should go with her on her walk, just to keep an eye on her.”

“She has Dixon, Sam.”

Nothing is said, silence filling the air except for the faint noise of the shower.

Footsteps are then made on the porch. Small, fast ones coming towards the door before it swings open to show a little boy. “Hey, Bobby,” greeted Sam as he bent down and picked up the four year old. “Papa.”

“Where’s Daddy?” Bobby points at Dean next to them, making the eldest Winchester smile and bump his nose against their son’s. One of his small, chubby hands rests against Dean’s stubbly cheek.

With the three not noticing, you’re leaning against the door frame and smiling at the scenery, wishing that you could snap a picture of them. “Hey, Garth,” your voice had given the Winchester brothers a fright, their eyes on you before looking at your best friend.

“Hey, guys. Thought I’d drop off a little someone.” He points at your son, who’s reaching out to you. “Thank you, Garth.” You take Bobby into your arms from Sam’s.

“Better get back to Bess and the kids, see you later.”

Saying goodbye to him, you turn back ‘round to your husbands. “I’m gonna go take a walk, wanna come? Obviously we’ll leave Bobby here, see if Ellen and Jo can look after him.” You nuzzle your nose against your son’s cheek before blowing a raspberry against it, making him squeal and flail his arms around, his hands now cupping your face.

“Hi, baby.” He starts to rub his nose against yours before stuffing his face against your neck. 

Both my babies, Dean had thought to himself, smiling at his wife and son.

Walking through an abandoned town, Dixon by your side, the brothers are trailing behind you. Dean has been kicking a can since you have entered the town. Then Dixon gets into an attack position, having you three raise your guns.

“Split up.”

“What?” Sam and Dean ask in unison.

“Do it.”

Groans and moans fill the air, rotted bodies shuffled into view. “(Y/N)!” Dean tries to go after you, but Sam grabs his arm to pull him back. They watch you run in front of the herd. It got closer with gunshots going off, the idea of the herd getting you makes Sam scared.

“Come on.” Dean pulls at his arm to have them walk into a store to hide.

Feeling his chest tighten and his breathing quicken, Sam tries to calm himself down. Sometimes Dean was able to help him through his panic attacks, taking longer than you, but you were the one that was able to stop them and comfort and calm the youngest Winchester.

“D-Dean,” he managed to breathe out. Dean is immediately in front of him, reassuring him that you’re gonna be fine. “I-I can’t b-breathe.”

Dean instructs him to try and slow his breathing. “She’s out there on her own and for all we know she could be dead as it seems like she used all her bullets,” Sam started to ramble and continued to do it before he got cut off by his older brother’s arms wrapping around him and bringing him in for a hug.

“She’ll be okay.”

Hours have passed to have the sky darkened and the brothers had gone to the spot where you had fired your gun. Small dots of blood trailed off in front of them with a piece of your shirt ripped on the ground.

“We gotta go back home.”

Bobby is seated in Sam’s lap, head on his chest and Sam’s arms wrapped around the small body of his son. “Where’s Mama and Dixon?” He looks up at Sam, one eye green and the other hazel.

“Mama and Dixon are still out, they’ll be here soon.” Sam answers, hoping that it’s true and that soon enough, you’ll be home.

Barking towards the cabin, Bobby is the first to swing the door open and run across the porch, down the steps and towards where he heard the barks. His fathers are right behind him.

Bobby starts to pet Dixon, Sam standing with them. Dean had stopped in front of them, trying to find you.

Luckily, no one really had thought much of the barking as they were kinda used to it. But if it was constant and no one was able to stop them, then that’s a sign for something dangerous.

Dean had finally spotted you limping towards the four, himself running to you and bringing your blood-stained body against his, himself not caring about the crimson liquid staining his clothes.

“Mama!” Bobby runs towards you, Sam fast-walking to you to do the same thing Dean had done.

“We were so fucking worried, we were about to have a search party for you, sweetie,” Sam leans his forehead against yours.

“You had a panic attack,” is the first thing you said, despite what Sam just said. “Dean calmed me down.”

Once back inside the cabin, you’re in the bathroom. You’re now staring at your naked form in the mirror, your eyes looking back and forth at the bite on shoulder and one on your hip.

Whines and scratches fill the air. You open the door a bit to let the dog in and shut the door behind him before you settle yourself on the toilet lid. “How am I going to tell them, boy?” You chuckle out sadly, trying to lighten up the moment. Dixon rests his chin on your leg, his brown eyes giving you a soft look. “You look after that little boy, you hear me?” You rub one of his ears between your fingers.

“Time for bed, Mama,” Bobby knocks at the door. “Let’s go, Mama.” Dean’s voice repeats.

Getting changed after covering the wounds, you run your hand through your semi-dried hair and out of the bathroom you are.

Standing in the doorway of the lounge and hallway, your heart is beating faster a bit more and your hands are softly shaking.

“Are you okay, honey?” asks Dean, seeing that you’re nervous about something. “I got bit,” you blurted out. “Let me put Monkey to bed.” Sam picked Bobby up and down the hallway to his room.

“Please say something, baby,” you walk towards Dean. Tears started to prick his eyes, some slipping and dropping onto the floor.

“You’re looking so pale,” he chuckles out with a sob. Smiling and sighing out, your arms slither around his waist, his arms wrapped over your shoulders. Your head rests against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “I want you to do it. I can’t do it myself, I’ll hesitate. Sam will have a panic attack if he does it, so please,” you look at him with tears brimmed in your eyes, “kill me.”

He presses his lips against your forehead, his eyes closed and tears gently flowing down his cheeks. “Go say goodbye to our baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

Doing so, you gently knock against Bobby’s door before opening it, seeing your other husband and your son sitting on his bed. You kneel in front of him, hands on each side of his legs. Sam intertwines his with your closest hand. 

“Mama is really sick. Daddy is going to take care of me.”

“Are you going to get better?”

Sniffing and wiping your nose with your free hand, you answer, “He’s going to have to kill me, baby. If he doesn’t, then I’m gonna get turned into one of those monsters.”

Bobby jumps into your arms, your body thumping against your butt. “Mama loves you, always.” You lean your cheek against the top of his head, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Small knocks grab your attention, making the three of you look at Dean. You stand up with Bobby clinging to your body.

“I’ve told Ellen, Jo and Jack. They’re gonna tell the people.”

Going out to the lounge, Bobby is still clinging to your body. Sam is trailing behind, tears welled up in his eyes.

Setting Bobby on the ground, his hands are gripped into your shirt. “Bobby,” your voice cracks. His hands loosened and letting go of the fabric, his arms now wrapped around your legs.

“You’re gonna be okay.” You cupped Sam’s face, his tears wetting your hands. He brings your body against his, his head resting against your non-injured shoulder. “Sam.” Feeling something wet against his skin and shirt, he looks to see blood dribbling down the side of your mouth and down your chin.

Pulling his sleeve down, he wipes it away, not caring about the crimson liquid staining it. He then tugs your shirt collar back to see the covered bite mark. Your veins have darkened within under the bandage, the ends of the darkened veins stopping underneath your jawline.

“I’m gonna do this now,” you say softly, Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead. You bend down to peel your son away from your leg to hand him over to Sam, but he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. “Bobby,” your cracked voice comes out as a soft stern. Sam’s hands grab a hold of Bobby’s waist to have you unclasped his hands.

“Mama!” His small hands reach out to you. His head gets tucked away into Sam’s neck, his big hand covering the child’s head. With a last kiss on the lips of your tall husband and a kiss to your son’s head, you shuffle towards Dean.

“I hope you’re ready, pretty girl, ‘cause I’m not,” Dean chuckles out dryly. Cupping his stubbly cheeks, you give him a kiss on his lips. One of your hands then go down to his gun holster to pull the weapon out and make his fingers curl around the handle.

All four of you have tears flowing down your cheeks. Dixon whines and rubs his head against your leg.

Dean wraps his weapon-free arm around your middle, your head now resting against his shoulder. “I have letters for each of you in my backpack. Read them when I’m buried,” you mumble.

“O-Okay.” Dean manages to get out with a shaky voice. You bring his hand up to your head, the barrel of his gun pressed against your temple. “I’m ready now.”

With his hand now shaking and his finger on the trigger, he presses it harder to release a bullet into your head and body going limp against his body. Blood has scattered across the floor and some on his shoulder.

He falls to the ground to wrap both arms around your body to sob against your shoulder.

Bobby had been struggling against Sam’s hold and been scream-crying since the gunshot went off. “Bobby.” Sam shifts the small boy in his arms to hold him as if he’s holding a rugby ball, tucked in his arm. “No! I want Mama!” Bobby screams into Sam’s chest whilst pushing against it.

Sam sits at the bottom of your grave, playing with some of the dirt as Dean, Bobby and Dixon are running around, Dean chasing his baby boy. 

“Dean and I read your letters a few days after you died. We’re gonna have Bobby read his when he’s a little bit older. Can’t believe it’s already been two months without you.”

“Papa! Come play with us.” Bobby yells at him whilst running and bumping against Sam’s back. He starts to climb Sam like a jungle gym. “I gotta go. Say goodbye to Mama.” Sam stands up, taking one of Bobby’s small hands into his.

“Bye, Mama. I love you.” Bobby waves at your grave before him and Sam walk towards Dean, who has a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He mumbles to himself.

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[avengerscompound]

Bartoned - Chapter 34

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Rating:  E

Warnings:  None for this chapter

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1741

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 34

Moving out to the compound in upstate New York made you hyper-aware how important the women in Clint’s life were.

While most of the staff had their little apartments in the main facility, Tony had created a little section of the compound which was basically a little village for the Avengers.  It was quite cute really.  Just a group of ten little houses set around a circular road.  Each was unique and had its own yard.  Tony’s was a log cabin with a large glass attachment to the side with his own private lab.  He had a little rambling garden and it looked out over the water.  Natasha’s was modern and two stories with lots of glass and sharp lines.  Her garden had roses and a pool out the back with a hot tub.  Steve and Bucky’s resembled a Brown Stone, Wanda and Kari’s house was a half-timbered house that looked quaintly out of place.  Their garden was a rambling mix of wildflowers and vegetables.

The house you and Clint were moving into was two stories with a flat roof that Clint immediately said he was going to put deck chairs on it.  It was white brick with lavender trim and had a little playground with a sandbox out the back.

Everyone moved out in a staggered wave.  Tony had gone first to get his house exactly how he wanted it.  Next went Natasha and Hill.  Hill needed to go early to make sure that the new facility was running smoothly before the complete switch over.  You and Clint were next along with Bruce and Sam.

Natasha, Bobbi, Katie, Wanda, and Kari were all at your house now helping you bring boxes in from the truck parked outside while Doreen kept an eye on Nattie.  The house was positively filled with women and all of them loved Clint and Clint was completely happy with them all there.

He and Natasha were doing all the heavy lifting.  Clint had taken his shirt off and you had the feeling it was because he was showing off.  He was a good looking man, even with all his scars and band-aids that covered his fresh cuts.  He knew almost everyone there liked looking at him.  Unfortunately for Clint, Natasha stole the show in her tank top, carrying large boxes two at a time on her shoulders.

The rest of you unpacked.  You didn’t want to be living in a house full of boxes.  Not anymore and especially not now Nattie was cruising along using them to keep herself up.

She was doing that a lot during the move-in process.  Boxes got put down, Nattie would pull herself up on the edge of a box, if she could look in it she would pull as much out as her little arms would let her, and then when a new box got put down she’d walk as far as she could using the first box to keep her up before falling on her butt and crawling over, or she’d grab the pants leg of someone walking past and use them to get where she was going.

“You’re being very helpful pulling all the pots out of the box for us, Nattie,” Kate said as she picked them up from the scattered pile Nattie had been making on the floor.  She spoke in that patient baby talk tone people affected when they spoke to infants but there was a little snark to it too.

“She’s very helpful,” Wanda said, waving her hands so all the pots and pans flew up and stacked themselves neatly into the drawer.

Nattie squealed and clapped her hands, which made her lose her balance and fall down on her butt.

“She’s very close to walking by herself,” Bobbi said as she unpacked the dishes into one of the cupboards.  “You’re going to have her running around causing chaos in no time.”

“Thus why we’re so adamant we get things unpacked right away,” you said.  You were in the living room messing with the cables for the entertainment system and wishing that Tony was here to help you and not over helping Bruce unpack his place.  “But she’s been doing the whole ‘cruising from one thing to the next’ for months now.  I’m not sure there’s any way to tell from that if she’s going to walk.”

Bobbi turned and crouched down holding out her hands.  “Come here, Nattie.  Come visit auntie Bobbi.”

Nattie rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to Bobbi as fast as she could go.  Bobbi picked her up and threw her up in the air.  The little girl squealed with delight and wriggled around like she wanted to do it again.

Clint came in with another box, this one marked master bedroom and he paused in right on the spot that separated the kitchen with the living area.  “Pepper just drove up to Bruce’s house,” he said.  “Then she and Tony came outside and went to his house together.”

“Bozhe moi,” Natasha cursed.  “I guess we better go check on him tonight.”

Clint nodded.  “When she leaves I’ll go over and invite him over for the dinner we were going to have here.”

Natasha shook her head.  “No, I’ll go to Bruce now.  He’s only got Thor and Rhodey helping with the unpacking now.”

“Aww, man,” Clint whined.  “Only?  There’s nothing only about Thor.”

“Quit your complaining.  You have Wanda and a small army,” Natasha said.  “I’ll see you all tonight.”

Bobbi put Nattie down again and she crawled out of the kitchen into the living area where she pulled herself up on another box.  This one was still taped shut so she just started hitting it with both her palms as she bounced on the spot.  Clint came back downstairs and as he passed Nattie she held out her arms and started babbling.  “Bababa blah dadada,” she said.  When Clint didn’t stop she scooted around to the other side of the box and then took three wobbly steps after him on her own.”

“Oh my god,” you yelped.

“Way to go, Nattie!”  Doreen cheered at the exact same time.

Clint turned and looked around confused.  “What?  What just happened.”

“Nattie just took a few steps after you, Mister Barton,” Doreen explained as you rushed over to her.  Everyone else turned to see too and soon all packing had halted and a small circle had been formed around Nattie.

Clint offered his hands to Nattie and she grabbed them with her chubby little hands and pulled herself back up to standing.  “There you go,” he said as he slowly pulled his hands back.  She kept balancing on them as long as she could and when he pulled them away she picked up her pace running towards him and falling into his arms.

There was a cheer from everyone and Clint rolled back and held her above his head.  “Look at you!” He said, excitedly.  “Running around like a champion.”

She squealed and flailed her arms around before starting to babble again.

“See I told you she was going to walk any minute,” Bobbi teased.

“Yeah, yeah, Bobbi, you’re very smart,” Kate snarked.

“Man, Nat is going to be so annoyed she missed that,” Kari laughed.

“Especially considering she was being nice,” you added.

“Oh well,” Clint said, sitting back up and putting Nattie back down.  She crawled into his lap and started climbing him.

“Honey, daddy is so proud of you but I have a bunch of stuff to bring inside,” Clint said, tickling her tummy.

She squealed and giggled, flopping back on his lap.

“I’ll take him, Mr. Barton,” Doreen said picking her up off his lap.  She whined and threw her head back.  “Come on, silly billy.  Let’s go play in your new sandbox.”

With Clint and his group of friends, you were able to get the house almost completely unpacked by dinner time.  Nattie was even able to sleep in her own bedroom in her own crib for her afternoon nap.  Clint drove into town and got a huge stack of pizza and beer.

The other Avengers all showed up to share it and you all ended up eating over at Natasha’s place so they could use the pool.  Nattie took to the water like a natural, splashing around while Clint (or one of the others) held her up and swished her through the water.

“Think we’re going to be really happy out here,” Natasha said, taking the deck chair next to you and stretching out like a cat.

“Mmm, Tony did good.  I think you guys might have earned some happiness,” you agreed.

“You too, tiger,” Natasha said.  “You’ve earned it too.”

You smiled at her and took a sip of your beer.  “What happened with Pepper?  Tony seems fine.”  Tony was in the water with Clint, Wanda, and Bucky and they were each taking turns having Nattie swim to them.  The little girl was loving the attention and hadn’t stopped smiling and giggling.

Natasha did that little half-smile of hers and shook her head.  “Apparently this -” Natasha waved her hand around, gesturing around her.  “Has made her think he’s turning over a new leaf.  She wants to give it another go.”

“And?” You asked.

“And he’s pretty excited,” Natasha said.  “I think he’s always thought she was the one.  Just haven’t been able to get on the same page.”

“Aww,” you said.  “I hope it works out for them.”

“Yeah, me too,” Natasha agreed.   “I heard that Steve and Bucky have registered to foster kids.”

“Wow,” you said.  “Everyone is getting super domestic.”

Natasha laughed.  “You know, I think that’s partially on you.  Or well, Clint and you.  They saw you guys doing it and have started to think maybe they can too.”

You smiled softly and looked over the large group of friends relaxing and enjoying time together.  Something that you’d never really seen them do outside of big events.  It was good seeing them taking the time to enjoy the peace.  “She wasn’t such a bad accident was she?”

Natasha laughed.  “Nope.  As far as accidents go, I’d say she was the best kind.”

“What about you, Nat?”  You asked.  “Think you might grab some of that happiness for yourself?”

She reached over and pushed you gently.  “Don’t worry about me.  I’m getting there.  Besides, I am happy when they all are.”

// NEXT

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[winchester-fantasies]

An Inconvenient Flame (Part Six)

Series Summary: You’ve known Sam and Dean Winchester all your life. You find you have developed an attraction for the eldest Winchester, but Dean has never indicated he felt anything more for you than a little sister. A late night encounter causes Dean to question his own feelings for you, but with your age gap, he’s hesitant to let anything grow beyond attraction. Things come to a head when a case forces you together. Will these embers of attraction lay buried or will this inconvenient flame of desire become an inferno?

Word Count: 1718

Warnings: show level violence, swearing, death (not a main character)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     "Demons," you whispered tensely, and you could feel Dean's hand move away from your waist as he stood at attention. No one said anything. You looked to Dean, searching it for some kind of direction, when you saw the throng of meat suits begin to part. Light footsteps grew closer, and you saw a tall man make his way to the front of the crowd. He was dressed in a tuxedo and oxfords. His hair was fashioned into a pompadour and his face was clean-shaven, revealing the pronounced dimple in his chin. He was handsome, you thought. But your admiration soon turned to disgust as his charming brown eyes flashed black. 

     "Winchester," the demon said, his voice smooth.

     "Lowell, I'm guessing?" Dean asked, his voice clipped, his eyes hard.

     Lowell clapped his hands unceremoniously. "Very good," he replied, dragging out the words as if addressing a child. "A little birdie told me you'd be here tonight, and I just had to come see the legend myself. Although, no one told me Dean Winchester would be bringing along...eye candy," Lowell finished, raking his eyes over you, sending a shiver of revulsion down your spine.

     "Let's cut the bullshit," Dean said. "I want information about some demons, and...."

     "No, Dean, allow me to cut the bullshit," Lowell interrupted, his eyes unfeeling. "I'm not Crowley. I don't believe in all this...how should I put it? 'You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours' mumbo jumbo bullshit.

     Let me make this very clear...very simple. You continue looking for me or any other demons, and I will personally kill each and every human being you have ever cared for," Lowell finished, his voice brusque and cruel. "Starting with this one," Lowell added, jerking his head in your direction. Uneasiness settled in the pit of your stomach at his threats. Dean's eyes darkened at Lowell's words, but he remained silent.

     "Well, then!" Lowell exclaimed. "It was a treat finally getting to meet Dean fucking Winchester." Lowell abruptly turned on his heel and started to make his way back through the crowd when he suddenly stopped and turned towards you and Dean once more. "Oh, and by the way...Amanda sends her love," he said, sending Dean a cocky smirk.

     Dean's jaw clenched and rage filled his eyes, turning them dark. "You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled as he started stalking towards the demon.

     "Dean!" you cautioned, grabbing at his arm. Dean stopped short, but his eyes never left the frame of the taller man. Lowell turned and nodded once to the demons around him, silently signaling to attack, before he weaved his way back through the crowd. The demons stood at attention, their eyes flashing black once more.

     You pulled your hand away from Dean's arm and slowly slid out of your heels, tossing them off your feet behind you. Your eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Windsor Drakefield. He stood in the far right corner silently, an angel blade gripped in each hand. 

     You glanced to Dean who stood rigidly surveying the group. Dean leaned down gingerly and raised his pant leg before pulling out a demon blade. He shot you a quick glance. "Left pocket," he said gruffly, motioning to his jacket still around your shoulders. You slowly slid your hand into the side and felt something hard and cold against your fingertips. 

     You barely had time to pull out the other blade before the demons charged. Dean took the first wave, taking down three demons in a matter of seconds. You ran toward one, jumping up slightly as your bodies crashed into one another. You drove the blade through the demon's chest, his face and eyes lighting up in amber electricity. His body was heavier than yours, and his dead weight brought you down to the marble floor hard, knocking the breath from your lungs. 

     Dean shot you a concerned expression as you gasped for air. Finally, you regained your composure, heaving the large body away from your own and jumping up deftly. Dean's face hardened again when he realized you were all right and continued his battle, threading his way through the sea of demons, a line of bodies falling behind him. 

     You swung your fist, plunging the demon blade into the chest of a jewel-decked older woman before you turned sharply as a heavily overweight man came stumbling toward you, a snarl on his fat lips. You veered to the left as his fist tried to make contact with your head. You straightened quickly and pivoted your leg up sharply, feeling your dress rip up the side of your thigh. Your heel landed squarely on his chubby jaw, sending him reeling to the ground with a heavy thud. You straddled his large girth, sinking the knife into his heart.

     Suddenly, Windsor's voice came through the speakers, clear and distinct. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus...." You struggled to your feet, swiping the back of your hand across your sweaty brow. You glanced over to the speakers to see Windsor standing in front of them as wave after wave of demons charged at him, attempting to shut up the voice that was still chanting. He dropped one after another with ease, his moves still fluid despite his age. 

     "Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...." Some of the demons began convulsing, the words eating away at their blackened souls. You used this to your advantage and managed to snag three more demons before the last of the exorcism came through the speakers. "Ab insidiis, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"

     With the last of the words spoken, every demon-possessed body stopped and leaned their heads back as darkness escaped their mouths. The darkness rose to the ceiling for a moment, a black mass swirling above, then just as suddenly, it plummeted to the ground with a loud whirl of power before disappearing altogether.

     The ballroom fell silent as you glanced to Windsor who still stood in front of the speakers, leaning heavily on his thighs as he tried to catch his breath. He finally stood and stretched his back as he made his way to your side. "Not as limber as I used to be," he chuckled.

     "Smart move with the exorcism," Dean commented, walking over, his breathing labored and sweat dripping down his face.

     Windsor grinned. "I knew there was a reason why I recorded it," he said. "I apologize that your plans didn't work out the way you'd hoped," the older man said, suddenly sobering.

     Dean shook his head, shrugging off the man's words. "No worries. The one good thing about this clusterfuck is we know he's connected to the demons we're searching for."

     Windsor sent Dean a thin-lipped smile and nodded his agreement. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he surveyed the room. Shards of glass littered the floor, tables were overturned, and bodies were strewn across the floor. "It's a shame," he said sadly. "So many of these people were my dear friends and acquaintances."

     You glanced at the bodies. At least a hundred were dead, bloodied and battered, while another two hundred or so lay unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Windsor. We'll help clean up," you offered empathetically.

     Windsor gave you a grateful smile. "Thank you for the offer, my dear, but that won't be necessary," he said before glancing back to the bodies. "I'll figure something out...perhaps cast a spell on the unconscious few to make them forget what happened.... The other bodies...well, I'll take care of them," he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly.

     "Okay," you said softly, your heart heavy with sympathy for the older man. You had lost both your parents and it was nearly more than you could handle. You couldn't imagine losing so many loved ones in a matter of a single night. You couldn't bear to think of what Windsor must be feeling.

     Windsor sighed heavily again as he turned away from the carnage and looked back to you and Dean. He extended his hand to Dean. "Thank you, sir, for everything," Dean said gruffly, shaking the older man's hand. 

     "It's Windsor," Drakefield corrected. "And you're very welcome. If you need any further assistance in the future, don't hesitate to contact me."

     Dean nodded. "Will do."

     Windsor held out his palm to you also and clasped your hand in both of his. "Thank you for being so kind and considerate, my dear," he said with a smile. You nodded and smiled in return. "Please send my greetings to Bobby," Windsor finished, pulling away from you. Dean nodded while you turned to retrieve your heels and Dean's suit jacket that had fallen to the floor when the fight had started.

     When you turned back around, Windsor had made his way over to the crumpled bodies near the speakers. His shoulders moved up and down as he stooped to turn over one of them, and sadness pricked at your heart to see him cry. Windsor was a good man, and he didn't deserve this kind of loss.

     You slowly made your way back to Dean, gingerly stepping over glass and debris. "You ready?" Dean questioned quietly as you stepped near him. You nodded and gave him a weak smile. "Let's go," he directed, steering you towards the door, his hand on the small of your back once more.

     The cold night air hit you and sent a shiver through your body as it mingled with the sweat clinging to your dress. You climbed in and Dean started the Impala, the engine roaring to life in the quiet night. Led Zeppelin's "Ramble On" played softly in the background as the Impala's headlights illuminated the curving road ahead of you.

     You stole a glance at Dean. Even in the low light of the headlights, you could see his jaw tense, the muscles flexing, while his eyes were hard and dark. You knew Lowell's comment about Amanda had triggered Dean's rage once more. He had come a long way since everything that had gone down a year before, but despite Dean's earlier assertion that he would be fine, you knew he wasn't. What you had feared most if you got involved again had happened. And now you were back to square one.

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[solastia]

Feels So Right  | 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1,804

Summary: Yoongi’s falling in love with his neighbor. She’s beautiful, talented, has the same sense of humor, great taste in music - and she’s married. 

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, domestic violence(all from the male OC, not our main characters). Infidelity. Eventual smut. 

Notes: Commissioned by @ehn-ee-elle (I probably made it angstier than you wanted and I’m sorry. I’m unable to stop myself) 

I was originally going to try to make this just one long one shot, but the ideas I had for it and the pacing I needed for their relationship would have made it way too long. So here we go with another series! It won’t be a very long one, as I’m hoping to be able to keep it between three and four chapters. I also really wanted to get this first chapter finished and published since I’m still working on Break My Stride and Tuqburni as well. P.S. Potato the pug is my dog irl. That’s right, I did a dog insert. Behold his awesomeness. 

“A curse upon all people that decide to move in the middle of the night like psychos,” Yoongi groans, cracking his neck as he forces himself out of bed. He could have sworn that he’d even heard screaming and crying, and not the good kind. Just the type of neighbors everyone dreams about.  

He grabs the worn black hoodie draped across his computer chair and pulls it on. A quick glance down to make sure he even has pants on is good enough. It’s too early for him to care about anyone seeing his Iron Man lounge pants. 

Yoongi yawns loudly, ruffling his hair as he walks towards the front door. His little brown poodle is running circles around him, yapping and hopping around in excitement over getting to go outside. He shoves his feet into his slippers and hooks Holly onto his leash, cracking open the door and hissing at the too bright sunlight. 

Sneaking a peek at the door next to his, he notes that all the shades were drawn and the apartment seemed silent now. Probably because they’d stayed up all night moving in, thereby keeping him awake too. Too bad he didn’t get the luxury of catching up on his sleep today since he had to work. 

With an annoyed sigh, he leads Holly down the stairs to his favorite patch of grass, watching in fond amusement as the poodle takes his usual sweet time to find just the perfect spot. Usually, this was one of his favorite times of the day, since it was often just him and Holly in the silence of the early morning. Just them and the birds, with Yoongi working on some melody in his head while Holly spends five minutes eating grass he’s just going to puke up later. 

Of course, as per his luck during the past twenty-four hours, this was ruined too.

“POTATO! Get back here, mister!”

A woman was coming out of the newly moved into apartment, chasing after a chubby pug that was staring right at Holly as he ran. She had the leash in her hands as she stumbled after him, still shoving what looked like Bulbasaur slippers onto her feet in her rush to catch the little escapee. 

The pug went right for the startled Holly, trying his best to entice him into playing with his fat wiggling butt and snorts. Holly has never been the most social of dogs, much like his owner, but he wasn’t attacking the thing so that was good at least. Yoongi grinned when Holly looked up at him like he was asking for help. 

“I am so sorry. He’s sneakier than he looks sometimes,” the owner apologized breathily as she glared at the dog. 

“It’s all good. He seems friendly enough, and Holly’s just not used to other dogs being here.” 

“Well, I can certainly see why he was in such a rush. She’s a cutie.” 

“Holly’s a boy, actually.” 

She smiled politely, but he could see the unasked question behind her eyes. 

“My brother named him,” he shrugged. “Also, I don’t think someone who named their dog Potato has any right to judge.” 

“Oh come on, look at him. He’s literally a breathing potato,” she gestures to the pug that was now rolling in the grass in another attempt to engage Holly, only he couldn’t really make it all the way around. 

“I call him Tae for short most of the time if that makes it any better,” she shrugs with a grin, and Yoongi had to contain his snort. Wait until his friend Taehyung learned a fat pug shared his name. 

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as they watched their dogs. Holly was reluctantly letting the pug follow him around, not reacting when Potato tried to convince him to play but not stopping him from pouncing or nipping at him.  Yoongi thought Holly might be a little in shock that someone wanted to be his friend. 

“So we’ve established that’s Potato and Holly. I’m Y/N,” the woman said with a shy smile. 

“Uh, yeah. Min Yoongi.” 

Her grin widened, “Nice to meet you, Yoongi.” 

He wasn’t sure what it was, but something about the way that she said his name made him finally take a good look at her. She was pretty cute, actually, something he’d failed to notice over the shock of her dog’s entrance. He couldn’t help the flicker of interest as he subtly looked her over, the black tank and yoga pants flattering enough on her that he could excuse the ridiculous slippers. She was sporting a few bruises that she must have gotten during the move, making him wonder why she didn’t have help. 

“Which apartment are you guys in?” 

“207,” Yoongi drawls with a quirked eyebrow. 

“Oh, we’re in 208! That’s so...oh no! We probably kept you up last night, didn’t we? I’m so sorry. That was the last time I was going to have help for the next couple of days,” she holds a hand to her chest as her eyes implore him to understand and he just melts. 

“It’s no biggie. We’re night owls, anyway,” he shrugs, preening as her smile lights back up. 

“Well, most of the big stuff is put away already, so I hopefully won’t be too annoying to listen to. I do play my acoustic guitar a lot, but if you let me know what your usual schedule is, I’ll wait until you’re gone so I don’t bother you.” 

He was about to ask more about that when Holly decides to make his desire to leave known, walking straight to the stairs that led to their floor and pulling on the leash as he turned to stare at Yoongi. 

“Looks like his highness is ready to go home,” he sent her a crooked grin as he reluctantly turns to leave. 

Y/N giggles cutely and waves at him. “Yeah, we’ll still be a few minutes. Tae will want to check out all the new bushes. It was nice to meet you.” 

Yoongi nods and obediently follows his dog, letting Holly lead him all the way home. Once inside he kicks off his slippers and releases Holly, snorting as the dog goes right to his bed to sleep. Apparently, only a few minutes of interaction with the hyper pug tired him out. 

He stared at his blinds and decided to ignore his creepy desire to peek out of them and watch her. He shook his head and went about his day instead, totally not thinking of bright smiles and or the fact that her socks were different colors. 

He came home from work around four and found a little gift bag hanging from his door handle. He grabbed it and peeked inside, the smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies hitting him instantly. A little slip of paper was tucked inside, so he pulled it out and scanned it. 

Going to be hanging some stuff on the walls. Here’s an apology treat! It shouldn’t take me too long, but if you need me to stop at any time let me know! 

-Your totally awesome not annoying on purpose neighbor

Yoongi snorts and goes inside, munching on one of the cookies as he does. He’s not usually one for sweets, but they aren’t bad. Holly is anxiously circling his ankles waiting for him to drop something, but he was going to be disappointed today. As he pictured her cooking these and wrapping them up all nice just for him, he knew he was going to be eating every single one.  

Sure enough, a light banging sounds against their connected wall, although he thought it seemed like she was trying to do it quietly with little taps instead of outright hammering. It was going to take her forever doing it like that. 

He also heard some music playing, but couldn’t quite make it out. Letting his curiosity take over, he pressed his ear against the wall. He figured if he heard something like Justin Beiber or Nickleback that would cure the strange curiosity he had about this woman. 

Instead, the familiar rap-heavy collab track of Epik High, Born Hater,  flowed through the room. His lips quirked as he heard her attempting to rap like Bobby. She sounded cute, even if she was failing horribly. 

Suddenly, the door slammed next door, hard enough to make his own apartment shake a little. 

“What’s for dinner?”

That was a male voice. Of fucking course. Why wouldn’t he be interested in someone that was fucking taken. 

“I could throw together some spaghetti if you want? I wasn’t sure when to cook since you were supposed to be home three hours ago.” 

She sounded so timid, and it just seemed off. It was nothing like the beaming voice he’d heard earlier. 

“I had stuff to do.” 

“Were you with her?” 

“For fucks sake, Y/N. I told you I ended it. Isn’t that why we moved? To start over? A little hard to do when you keep bringing up old stuff.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“I’ll be in the bedroom. Let me know when dinners ready.” 

Yoongi was kicking himself for being a creep and listening in like that, but holy shit that guy was an asshole. That was some textbook manipulation and she just fell right into it. And to stay with someone that had obviously cheated? Why? 

Part of him wanted to go over there and break the guy's nose, but he shook his head and walked away from the wall instead. He didn’t know the whole story, he told himself. It was none of his business. ‘

None of his business, he reminded himself over the next few days, even as he could hear her crying through their walls at night only to be met with her beaming smile as they met up every morning. 

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[sakuwriteshere]

The Apple Pie in my Life - Chapter 1

Summary: What happened between two best friends when someone messes with their lives? Can the past changes the future or can the future changes the past?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader

Words count: 2887

Warnings: Angst (slight, I think?), heartbreak, betrayal, mentions of bullying and murder, mentions of death.

Square filled: Enemies to Lovers for @spndeanbingo​ and Angst to fluff for @spngenrebingo​ Those squares are used for the whole series.

A/N: As per usual, this is unbetated and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or error spelling. Please let me know what you think of it! I really hope that this new series will bring you as much fun as it does for me.I do not own the characters or the show.

Chapter one: Truman High 2008

You hated this place, but you had work to do. It didn’t matter that this place was full of good memories, the one year that you felt normal in your whole life. It didn’t matter, because it was also the place of your worst, painful memory.

Seated behind the wheel, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before exiting your car. You adjusted your blazer and made sure your pencil skirt was alright before heading to the main entrance. 

It seemed like a simple case, your first suspect, April Dawkins, a young student who swore she was possessed when she drowned another student in the girls restroom. After asking her for more details you wondered if your ‘simple case’ was really one. No black smoke, no sulfur but the way she explained how she felt was exactly a demonic possession. You had to check the building before considering this case a fake one.

You posed as Leia Swan, FBI agent. The teachers weren’t happy that an investigation was on, but they answered your questions nonetheless. After a few hours of investigating, you thanked the English teacher and left the classroom. Another dead end. No one understood what had happened and thought that the girl just lied about everything,as a way of protection. Better to be seen as a crazy person than a murderer.

The students weren’t of any help either. You just learned that April was bullied by the victim because she was a bit chubby and shy. Stupid kids. You remembered how horrible your life was when you were a teen. Every time you changed school, people talked about you and how strange you were, being on your own and not as cheerful as the other girls.That was until you ended at Truman High, the one year of normalcy you had. As normal, as your life could be.

You went into the girls restroom, where the murder happened, to check for some trace of EMF or sulfur. Nothing. Something was wrong but you couldn’t point it out. Sighing deeply you exited the restroom and bumped into a tall, well-built man.

“Sorry!” The man apologized right away, his big hands grabbing your shoulders to prevent you from falling.

“I’m sorry.” You said yourself before looking at the man’s face. “Holy mother- Sam?” You had to take another glance, the man standing in front of you was older than you remembered but you couldn’t forget those hazel eyes.

Sam’s face furrowed when he heard his name but after a few seconds, the realization hit him hard. “Y/N? Oh my God, it’s so good to see you!” He exclaimed as he engulfed you in a bear hug.

You smiled at the sweet gesture. You were taken aback by how big he was but he was still the same, sweet boy you remembered. You hugged him back as much as you could despite the height difference.

“Wow look at you! You’re beautiful!” He said, a huge smile on his face.

“Aww! I bet you say that to any woman you met!” You hit his chest playfully. “Look at you! All grown up and big!”

It’s been a while since you’ve seen Sam. The last time was certainly in this place, when you spend two weeks with the brothers. Your smile fell as you thought about Sam’s big brother.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, switching the topic for a more professional one.

“I think we’re working on the same thing as you.” Sam said seriously, his hunter mode back on.

Wait a minute. ‘We’?

“Sammy!” Your blood turned cold into your veins when you heard the familiar nickname. Your eyes widened and you curled your hands into fists as the steps drew closer.

“I thought he was dead.” You whispered, your breath falling short.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s a long story.” He mumbled.

“Who’s your new friend?” Dean asked, stopping behind you, you could picture the flirty smile in his voice. His voice was grufier, more masculine than the one you remembered and you couldn’t stop the chill that ran down your spine.

“If you would excuse me.” you said coldly as you walked towards the exit, not looking back even once. You had to get out of here, you couldn’t see his face, it would bring too many painful memories. You weren’t ready for this.

“Y/N, wait!” Sam tried to stop you, but you had already left.

“Y Y/N?” Dean repeated, surprised at first, then his face turned angry and his fists clenched tightly. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

“But Dean,” Sam called his brother, not moving “We could work together.”

“We don’t need her.” Dean answered, pushing the double doors in front of him angrily, murmuring something else but Sam couldn’t hear him.

***

Nothing’s better than a good whiskey. The alcohol burned down you throat all your worries and sad thoughts. You were more than pleased to see Sam again. After all those years you wondered what had happened to him. Thanks to Bobby, you knew how life has been for Sam, he told you about him regularly. You knew he left the hunting life for Stanford and you were more than happy for him. One of you could finally leave the life and do as he wished.

Of course, a few years later he went right back into it, thanks to his stupid big brother. You didn’t know why and you couldn’t care less. After that, when Bobby tried to talk about the Wnchester brothers but you simply told him you didn’t care.

Until the day Dean died.

You remembered that day in any details. You came into Bobby’s house, looking for a book. You needed it for a case. When you entered the house, the stillness and gloomy atmosphere were the first things that hit you. Bobby wasn’t a ball of fluffy rainbows but you knew something bad happened when you saw his red eyes.

“What’s wrong, Bobby?” You asked as you come closer.

He drank what was left in his glass, just one look at the bottle told you it wasn’t his first drink.

“It’s better if you sit, kid.” Bobby told you, his voice cracking at the end.

“I’m fine, just told me already.” You said, standing in front of his desk, your arms crossed upon your chest.

Bobby rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, as if he was searching for the right words or simply not believing what he was going to tell you.

“Dean’s dead.” 

You heard the words, you understood them but your brain refused to acknowledge the fact. Your heart stopped beating as you held your breath. Your hands reached for the top of the desk, in a vain attempt to keep your balance. Bobby stood up right away and helped you to sit on the couch next to his desk.

“Easy kid. Easy. Take a breath.” The old man told you in a soft voice, his hand caressing the top of your head.

You tried to say something, anything but no words came out. Why? You hated the guy, after what he had put you through. You thought that the betrayal and despair you felt that prom night was the worst, but it was nothing compared to what you were feeling at the moment. Why were you sad for him? Why were you feeling something? Why did you heart hurt so much?

“Why?” The only word you could pronounce before hot, fat tears fell down your cheeks.

You felt like a fool, remembering that night. Dean Winchester lied once again. He wasn’t dead and you hated yourself for feeling bad that night. You closed your eyes and drank the rest of your drink before motioning the bartender to keep the alcohol going.

“Is this seat taken?” You heard a man's voice ask next to you. You rolled your eyes as you recognized the voice.

“It’s a free country.” You said not glancing up and kept your eyes on your drink as you were more interested in the way the brown liquid was poured into your glass.

After an awkward moment, Sam turned toward you and asked in a whisper, “What happened to you, Y/N?”

You chuckled humorlessly, your fingertip playing with the ice cube in your drink. “Your brother happened.” You murmured with so much hatred in your voice.

Sam nodded, wingling his hands on his lap. “You know, he never told me what happened that night.”

You were drunk, but you still could notice the curiosity in his voice. “I mean, you were best friends. Always together, like two peas in a pod. And then, one day….nothing?”

“Not my story to tell, Sammy.” You stood up, your balance surprisingly good after all the drinks. You stopped and glanced at the hand that wrapped around your forearm.

“We could use your help, Y/N. Seems like ghost possession and it has something to do with the time we were there.” Sam explained, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know that he was using his puppy eyes. A soft smile curled at the corner of your lips, he was so damn cute using those.

“We made a mistake back then. Now, the time to fix it.” Sam said more, you knew he was talking about the case but you couldn’t help yourself and thought back at that horrible night.

“Is that so?”

“Please.” You knew you made a mistake when you looked at his face. The pleading look he was giving you was the last thing you needed to see to give in.

“I’ll see, Sammy. I make no promise but if my headache tomorrow isn’t too hard on me, then maybe I’ll come to help.” You accepted and you weren’t lying. You didn’t accept for Dean, you did it for Sam. It’s not because you hated his big brother that you had to ignore poor little Sammy.

In the end your headache might have been a son of a bitch, because you never came.

***

“What’s in your mind?” Dean asked, his gaze focused on the road.

The case was over, they identified the wrong ghost but in the end they won. Dean thought that his brother was still thinking about Dirk and blaming himself.

“She never came.” Sam simply said, his body slightly turned toward the window.

“Who?” Dean was surprised, he never thought a girl was the reason of his brother’s pensive state.

“Y/N. She said she would come to help.”

Dean’s fingers tightened around the wheel when he heard her name.”Come on, man! Forget it!” Why did he have to hear your name again? He’s been in Hell and he thought he felt the worst, so why did it hurt him when he heard about you? He thought he had moved on already.

“Forget it? Are you serious, Dean? She’s our friend.” Sam turned toward his brother, his face stern.

“Was, Sam. Was our friend. Not anymore.” Dean corrected, the anger slowly building. You were their friends but you stopped being it for him the day you betrayed him. 

“Yeah, and what’s the reason? You never told me.” Sam asked, maybe this time Dean would tell him.

“There’s nothing to tell.” 

Sam scoffed, he had enough. Something went wrong between those two and none of them were telling the truth. They forgot that he lost a precious friend because of their petty argument.

“There must be a reason we met her again with this case. You were best friends, you loved her and-”

“I don’t love her.” Dean interjected, his jaws clenching. There was no way he would think about it again. You crushed his heart and stepped on it. Once was already enough.

The anger Sam felt stopped right away, instead he felt sad for his brother. “Dean,” he sighed, Sam knew what he was going to say was going to get his brother, really, really mad.

“I saw her in your dreams. You wanted the apple pie life with her.” 

Dean’s jews clenched so hard, he thought it was going to break. He didn’t need to understand that Sam was talking about the time they used African dreamroot.  He was surprised himself when he saw her face. She was just sitting on a blanket, wearing a simple but so beautiful yellow dress, and talking about kids and some baseball game. He still could picture, the love on her face when she said she loved him.

“This is a low blow, Sam. Even for you.” Dean warned, he had enough already.

“Dean.”

“No, Sam. I’m telling you, stop it right now.” He didn’t listen, the rage he felt whenever he thought about that stupid night was consuming.

“Dean, stop!” Sam exclaimed, his hand reaching for Dean’s forearm.

Dean glanced at the hand, then at his brother’s scared face and finally the road. He hit the brakes so hard, when he saw the figure in the middle of the road. The car stopped right on time, one more second and it would have been too late.

Both brothers watched at the person standing in front of the car, the lights illuminating her dirty scared face. Despite the bad lightening, they could see that she was just a teen. After a few seconds of stupor, the brothers exited the car, rushing towards the poor girl who fell on her back, mostly because of the big scare, or maybe because of the limp body that she was carrying.

“M- My brother,” she stuttered, the sounds of the car almost covering her tired voice. “Please, save my little brother.”

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S’pise

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: So I’m a huge fan of dad! Fics, like they are my jam, so I write a lot and read a lot. And I’ve noticed a serious lack of dad!sam, and that makes me sad because Sam deserves the fluff and angst of parenthood too damnit! 

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“Unca De!” Your son runs full speed to his uncle launching himself into his open arms. Dean wraps his arms around the small 3 year old, and spins him around. His giggles filling the room, as he kisses his chubby toddler cheeks.

“Hi Bobby, have you been good for your mommy?” Dean perches the toddler on his hip, and ruffles his shaggy brown hair.

“Mhmmm, Mommy has a s’prise!” He leans in close to Dean's ear, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Oh yeah? Is the surprise for me?” Dean smirks at the toddler, and he shakes his head. 

“No it’s for daddy!” He giggles, using a chubby hand to cover his mouth.

“Ohhhh, maybe we should go play robots so that way mommy can give daddy his surprise,” Dean sets the toddler down on his transformer sneaker clad feet. 

“Okay! I wanna be Bumblebee!” He yells and takes off running towards one of the bunker rooms that you had converted into a playroom.

“Is this a good surprise?” Dean asks looking you up and down, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yes dean, it’s a good surprise.” You give Dean and one armed hug, and he kisses the top of your head.

“UNCLE DE HURRY UP!” Bobby’s hell echoes down the hall.

“I’m Comin, I’m Comin!” Dean shakes his head slightly and heads off towards your son's toy room.

After a moment you can hear them dumping out all the robots you had picked up not even 10 minutes before, with a roll of your eyes you start up the stairs to the garage, where you can Sam leaning down reaching into Baby’s trunk, grabbing gear from the hunt. 

“Hey bean stalk.” You bump him with your hip as you walk up next to him, Sam’s head whips up and whacks against the top of the trunk, a small squeal leaving your lips as Sam stands to his full height rubbing the back of his head. 

“Are you okay?” Your arm reaching up to grab his face lightly, your thumbs running along the stubble on his jaw.

“Yeah, yeah you just startled me,” he laughs, covering your hands with his large ones. 

“Gettin’ rusty are we?”

“Hey! Im pretty sure i scare you at least once a day missy.” He reaches down and tickles your sides causing you to double over and swat at his hands. 

“Okay! Okay you’re not rusty!” You gasp as he relentlessly tickles your sides. 

“That’s what I thought, Pea Pod.” He smiles at you, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners.

Leaning down Sam kisses the top of your head before pulling you into him and hugging you tight to his chest. “How’s Bobby?” 

“He’s good, he’s playing robots with Dean, making a mess of the toy room i just cleaned,” You laughs softly, and Sam hums. 

“Sam?” You pull back slightly, glancing up at him.

“Yeah? You okay?” He asks, running his hands up and down your arms. 

“Yeah i was just-”

“DADDY!!!” Bobby’s screaming interrupts you and suddenly there is a three year old trying to climb up your leg to get to his father. 

“Hey Bub!” Sam leans down grabbing bobby and resting him on his hip as Bobby’s small hands grab Sams face and press and sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“Daddy! Did mommy tell you the s’pise?” He giggles as kisses his chubby cheeks. 

“No, she didn't!” Sam exclaims and Bobby’s mouth drops open and he gapes at you in shock.

“Mommy, you gotta tell Daddy about the s’pise.”

“Well i was trying to, but someone was supposed to be playing robots with uncle Dean.” You poke Bobbys’ chest lightly and he giggles.

“Uncle De is going potty, but i wanted to see Daddy.” He declares fisting some of sams shirt. 

“Well since you want to tell Daddy so bad, why don't you tell Daddy.” You rest your hands on your hips and Bobby’s face lights up.

“Okay! Daddy, Mommy said that we gettin’ a new baby! I told her i wanted to buy a puppy but mommy said no. So we cant get one.” He rushes out and you watch as it takes a moment for Sam to register what was being said. 

“We’re having another baby?” He looks at you, ignoring Bobby who is rambling about a puppy. 

“Yeah,” You laugh nervously, and Sam reaches out with one arm and pulls you in trapping Bobby between your chests and kisses you deeply. 

“EW! Thats yuck!” Bobby squeaks, as you and sam pull away and you place a kiss on his head, while Sam laughs, his hand sliding down your back to your hip.

“Hey Bub, why don't we go pick out a room for your new baby brother or sister.” Sam smiles at Bobby smiles before wiggling out of Sams grasp and walking towards the main entrance of the bunker. 

“Okay daddy, C’mon mommy you gotta help too!”

“Okay buddy, im gonna grab a few of Daddy and uncle Deans bags, we’ll be right there.” You smile as Bobby turns around gives you a nod and then continues on his way. 

“Hey, Pea Pod?” Sam gets your attention with a squeeze on your hip bone. 

“Yes Bean Stalk?” 

“I love you,”

“I love you too Samuel Winchester.”

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A Supernatural x Reader Story Chapter Twenty-Two: Heartache

Word count: 4047

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Master Post

You sigh over the pictures and reports laid out in front of you, hands supporting your upper body against the illuminated work table. The local Minneapolis detective hands you the file you asked for, of the first victim to get his heart ripped out.

"I've got to go and check on something," he says. "You going to be okay here, agent?"

"Sure," you nod, not looking up.

The door closes behind you, and you hear the detective's muffled voice from behind it before it opens and closes again. Someone clears their throat.

You turn around to see who it is, and your gun is out of its holster and in your hands, pointed at them, before a word can be spoken.

"Whoa, relax, okay?" Dean – no, the leviathan or the demon taking his shape – says, his hands in the air. "It's us."

Next to him, whatever monster is taking Sam's shape holds his hand up as well, but his head tilts in confusion. At seeing you, maybe.

Gun still pointed in their direction, you reach into your blazer pocket and take out a travel-size spray bottle of borax cleaner. It doesn't steam off of them like you were expecting, so you holster your gun again.

"You believe us now?" Dean's voice is irritated.

He wipes the liquid away from his eyes, but you have already uncapped the flask of holy water and splash them both again.

The boys – your boys – who you thought you might not see again, stand before you in their FBI getup, like they're on just another hunt.

"Yeah," you breathe, pulling them both into a hug long enough to blink away the tears that have started welling in your eyes.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" Sam asks in a gentle, almost disbelieving tone as you pull away.

"I'm working the case," you reply, waving it off. "What happened to you two?"

"I went to Purgatory," Dean states simply. "Sam hit a dog."

Your mouth opens to say something, but you haven't quite processed what he said. "Purgatory?" you finally manage, and he nods.

"Also, Kevin mentioned you've been checking in on him," Sam notes. "You wouldn't happen to know where he is as of last week?"

"I, uh–" you stumble. "Last I saw him was in Fairfield, Iowa a couple weeks ago."

They give each other a disappointed look. "He's missing?" you exclaim.

"How did you find him anyway?" Sam asks.

"A couple months ago, I was on a hunt in Montana, so I drove up to Rufus' cabin and I found your old phones," you recall. "He had left messages, so I called him back. I've been stopping by every couple of weeks."

"You've been hunting?" Dean repeats.

"Mostly leviathans, at first," you explain, "but more and more cases came my way, so I picked them up."

Dean shoots Sam a glare before turning back to you. "So, you think there's a case here?"

You glance between the two of them, curious as to what the glare was for, before looking back down at the files, bracing yourself against the edge of the table again. "Two vics," you explain, "hearts missing. No cuts or incisions, just... ripped out. Wallet and phone were still in their pockets, so we know they weren't robbed. This recent one was only in town for a conference, so it's not likely he had any enemies in the area."

"And the first vic?" Sam asks.

"Local PD only had one suspect, but he was cleared." You walk over to the television now and hit play. A bigger man on the screen runs past the victim, just as he did a few minutes ago when the detective showed you the video.

"The chubby guy?" Dean questions.

You nod. "Paul Hayes. Last person to see the vic alive, but he says he ran past him and didn't see anything. Nothing came up on the background check, so they let him go."

"And what are you thinking?"

You take your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, looking at the bigger guy on the screen. "Well, he doesn't look like he'd have the power to bring down our vic, let alone rip out his heart with his bare hands," you note, "but stranger things have happened, haven't they?"

• • • • • • • • • • • •

At the window seat of a small coffee shop, you sip weak coffee from a paper cup and run your eyes over your computer screen, trying to piece all of the information together.

"So, Paul Hayes," Sam's voice approaches you from behind, "not a guy who would be voted 'most likely to disembowel.'"

The boys take a seat on either side of you.

"Nothing interesting around the house either," Dean adds. "Just the usual – condoms, hair gel. No hex bags, nothing satanic, nothing spooky. Anything on your end?"

"So glad you asked," you tease. "Another murder."

They both raise their heads to you now. "What, another do-it-yourself heart bypass?" Dean suggests.

"Two, actually," you report. "Six months ago in Boulder, Colorado. And another two days after this one –" you gesture to the files on the counter "– in Ames, Iowa."

"And Paul was here being questioned," Sam speculates, "which means there's no way that Ames one could have been him."

"The suspect was a cop," you continue. "Exactly what happened six months ago."

"Minneapolis, then Ames," Dean notes, then turns to Sam. "Guess you missed that one."

The venom in his voice is hard to ignore, and the silence that ensues is deafening. You clear your throat, understanding a bit better the tension you've noticed between them all day.

"All right," you interject, breaking the silence, "here's what we're going to do: Sam and I will drive down to Ames and find out what we can about this cop; meanwhile, Dean, you can head to Boulder and see what's up. Sound like a plan?"

Dean looks like he wants to argue, but you give him a look and he concedes.

"Good."

• • • • • • • • • • • •

The evening sky darkens as you drive down the I-35, crossing the border into Iowa with Sam in the passenger seat.

"So," you muse, "you 'hit a dog.'"

He shifts in his seat, avoiding your eyes. "Yeah," he agrees. "But he's fine now. He's happily chasing his tail in Texas."

It's your turn to look away, embarrassed. "I, uh," you mutter, "I know."

You tear your eyes away from the road and see his brows furrow at you.

"It, um, it had been a few months," you sigh. "Dean was gone, I hadn't heard from you since SucroCorp – I was worried. So, I put out a hunter's hit on the Impala, and I found you."

To your relief, he doesn't seem repulsed or creeped out, just curious. "And?" he asks.

"Cute dog," you speculate. "Cute girl. What's her name?"

"Amelia." His face turns serious now, his eyes sad.

"You've done the impossible, Sam," you tell him after a pause. "Twice, now. You got out. What the hell are you doing here?"

He seems to ponder this for a moment, running his hands through his hair. "It got complicated," he says, finally, with the kind of tone that makes you think you shouldn't press the subject further. "How have you been doing?"

You consider this, coming up with nothing interesting to report. "Well, no black eyes, and holy water doesn't burn," you hesitate, "yet. I've tried calling on Crowley, but now that Dick is dead, I don't have much leverage. And hunting, being on my own for a while – it felt good, you know?"

He nods in understanding. "And have you talked to Charlie recently?"

You go silent, feeling your slight smile fading, and shake your head.

It had been so long since you've heard her name out loud, though you still think about her everyday. The truth was that you considered calling her, more than once, but it was never a good time, and you wanted to keep your hunting life as far away from her as possible.

Just as you didn't press about what led him here, he doesn't press about Charlie. The rest of the ride is spent in silence.

After a night's rest at a motel in town, you and Sam, with suits and fed badges, drive down to the Story County police station, where you talk to one of the officers.

"Arthur Swenson," he remarks, "real top-shelf officer. Twenty years on the force. He'd ordered a pizza, which the vic delivered."

"And then?" you inquire.

"Vic didn't make his next drop-off," Officer Levitt continues. "His body was found on the walk in front of Swenson's, heartless."

"And what about Swenson?" Sam asks.

"Crumpled on the front stoop," he finishes. "Covered in blood, crying like a baby. Ironically, he had been in court all week, testifying."

Someone in the office calls for Levitt to take a phone call.

"So, that couldn't have been him in Minneapolis," Sam leans over to whisper to you.

"Great," you sigh as Officer Levitt hangs up the phone, then you turn to him. "So, what does Swenson have to say?"

"Uh," he stumbles for a moment, "it's not real helpful."

All you were able to get from Arthur was a mantra, repeated over and over again: K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy.

On the table in the motel room, you play the recording again, studying the words. You had the time to pick up a few languages at Bobby's while helping him with cases, but this language remains unfamiliar.

"Not Latin," you tell Sam, "not Greek. It might not be anything."

"And did you notice his eyes?" Sam mentions.

You nod, remembering how the left was brown, and the right blue. "What are you thinking? Some severe case of heterochromia?"

He lets out a short laugh. "When is it ever that easy?" He looks as if he wants to continue, but the ringing of his cell phone cuts him off.

"Agent Sambora," he answers, then furrows his brows in disbelief. "What?... Okay, thank you."

You look up at him, expectantly.

"Arthur Swenson," he explains, hanging up the phone, "he stabbed his eye out."

"Huh," you mumble. "Well, he did have crazy written all over him. Wasn't expecting this, though. Did they say where he was?"

"Story County Medical," he replies, "one town over."

"All right, I'll go down there and get a better picture," you suggest. "You good to stay on this language thing?"

"Yeah, sounds good," he confirms.

Neither of you changed out of your dress shirts, so you only have to throw on your blazer and start driving the the hospital, where you speak with Dr. Kashi outside of Arthur's room.

"He was very thorough," she tells you. "Severed the optic nerve. He was determined to remove the eye."

"And what did he use to remove it?"

"He doesn't look strong enough, but he broke off part of the bed frame and used it as a knife."

"Hmm," you muse, imagining the scene. "When I spoke to him earlier, he had two different colored eyes. What was that about?"

"Apparently, he was in an accident where much of one eye was shattered," she explains. "His vision was saved with a transplant."

"And when did the transplant take place?"

She scans the file in her arms. "A year ago, almost to the date," she answers. "And, interestingly, it's the transplanted eye he chose to cut out."

You bite your lip, thinking it over. Here, you had two people who both had health issues, and one year later, both killed somebody. Maybe, if you are lucky...

"Is there any way you can trace the donor?" you ask.

"It'd be difficult," she admits, "but possible."

• • • • • • • • • • • •

On the road again, to Boulder this time, the afternoon sun floods through your windows. You called Dean earlier to update him, and your phone rings again, the screen displaying an unfamiliar number.

"This is Agent Torres," you answer.

"Agent, I managed to trace that eye donor," Dr. Kashi announces. "It belonged to one Brick Holmes."

You pause a moment, trying to remember where you know the name. "As in..."

"As in the pro football player, yes," she finishes.

"Interesting," you note. "Can I convince you to run another name for me – Paul Hayes?"

"Hmm..." she murmurs, and you imagine she reads from the file. "It looks like Mr. Hayes was also on the receiving end of one of Brick Holmes' organs – his lungs. There were eight recipients in total."

"Anyone from Boulder, Colorado?"

Another pause. "No," she states, "but Holmes did live just outside of Boulder."

"All right, thank you, Doctor," you say before hanging up and dialing Dean, feeling Sam's curious eyes watching you.

Once he answers, you repeat the information to both of them.

"Brick Holmes?" Dean exclaims. "The guy played at the top of his game for, like, a million years, didn't he?"

"He bought it in a car crash last year," Sam adds. "Nose-dived off a bridge or something. He must've signed a donor card."

Dean decides to check out Brick's old residence while you and Sam make the drive up there, and he calls again few hours later.

"I talked to Brick's mother, Eleanor," he says over speakerphone. "She didn't want to say much, but I checked the local news... it happened."

"Don't tell me someone had their heart ripped out in Boulder," Sam says.

"All right, then I won't tell you," Dean responds. "The mother's going to be out of the house until about ten for some kind of ceremony at the university tonight. I was going to do some poking around. Could use backup."

"I don't know, Dean," Sam says. "We're in the middle of Nebraska and it's still a five-hour drive. You'd better go on –"

"Don't listen to him," you raise your voice over his. "I can get us there in three."

You hear Dean chuckle over the phone as he gives you the name of the motel where he's staying and you hang up, pushing the gas pedal with even more pressure and speeding down the highway.

• • • • • • • • • • • •

Professor Morrison, as it turned out, followed through on his promise to look into the translation. The words turned out to be ancient Mayan and read, "the divine god, Cacao, is born," Cacao being the Mayan god of maize, the most powerful god of the culture.

While the boys went to snoop around the house, you got started on some research. By the time they get back, you have managed to make some sense of it all.

"Hey," you greet. "You guys find anything?"

"A secret room," Dean explains. "Filled with antique sporting equipment, trophies – and also a box of letters. I mean, they must date back decades. All about some kind of game, all addressed to a woman named Betsy."

Sam, who has been typing away at his computer since he walked into the room, speaks up now.

"I pulled up the names on those trophies. Look at this," he says, and you and Dean gather around the screen while he pulls up four separate pictures, seemingly of different eras. "Brick Holmes – football player, Charlie Karnes – race-car driver, Davey Samuelson – baseball player, Kelly Duran – boxer. Four different guys, right?"

"Okay," Dean mumbles, and you nod.

"Check this out," Sam taps a key and all four pictures are shown side-by-side on the screen.

The longer you stare at it, the clearer it becomes.

"Same dark eyes," Sam observes, "same cheekbones, nose, mouth."

"Are you saying that these four guys who all look to be in their mid-twenties and go back seventy years could be the same guy?" Dean questions.

"It makes sense," you mumble.

"How?"

"While you guys were out, I did some research," you continue. "Now, the Maya were all about war and torture and the like, but they also valued sports. Like, a lot. If you played a sport, you were treated like royalty. And the athletes believed that sacrifices to the god Cacao would give them more power, more ability."

"Sacrifices like ripping out people's hearts?" Dean suggests.

"And eating them," you finish.

"But they didn't stay young forever, did they?" Sam notes. "So, maybe Brick made some kind of deal with this Cacao?"

"Well, we've seen it before," Dean mentions. "People making deals with demons, gods. I mean, maybe he stayed young and strong so long as his sacrifices kept coming. This guy could go back to the Mayan days."

"And when Brick died, the spell hitched a ride with the people who got his organs," you suggest.

The next morning, you follow the Impala to the house where Eleanor– where Betsy lives, and she confirms everything.

"Every ten years or so, he would re-emerge with a new look, a new name," she explains. "And me, I was the wife, and I was the woman in hiding. And then, when I got to my forties, I became Brick's mother – Eleanor.

She pauses to take a deep breath. "I am so tired. You can't imagine the burden of it all. I think even Brick was through. He could see the end of my days were at hand. He had lived centuries all alone. I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge."

"Well, see, here's the deal," Dean tells her. "Now there are eight killers out there that we have to deal with, not just one."

"I don't think so," she shakes her head. "Brick used to say the heart was key. That was the focus of the sacrifice."

You, Sam, and Dean exchange looks, understanding, then Sam turns back to her.

"Do you know where the person is who has the heart?"

Exotic Dancers, reads the neon sign outside the entrance to the Bunny Hole.

Dean picks the lock and leads you and Sam up a flight of dark stairs, flashlights out.

"Smell that?" Dean says, smirking, and you roll your eyes.

"You're gross," Sam tells him, advancing toward the front of the building, up another flight of stairs.

Something unseen clatters from the back and the dim lights hum to life, revealing what must be the stage room of the strip club.

"Eleanor sent you, right?"

Emerging from behind the curtains of the stage is a tall woman with dark hair and a long feathered earring. "I figured she'd probably break and give me up."

She runs a hand along a lighted pole, stepping toward the three of you. "This won't end well for her, of course," she comments. "Not that it's going to end well for you. Oh, now you don't think we're going to let you do that, do you?"

Sam has pulled out a knife from his jacket pocket and holds it out now, blade pointed at her.

"'We'?" Dean questions.

Footsteps sound from behind you, but before you can turn around, something hits you across the head, hard, and a pair of hands sends you flying into one of the tables, knocking it to the ground.

In the corner of your eye, you see the struggle continue on the edge of the stage, but your ears ring, muffling the voices.

"...couldn't dissect a frog in high school," her voice echoes through your eardrums as the ringing dies down. "But sacrificing to Cacao? Better than sex."

You raise your head, sending a blinding throb into your temples. Blinking and squinting your eyes back into focus, you see Dean on the stage, pinned down by Paul Hayes and someone who looks to be the next suspect in Phoenix, Randa standing over him.

Yards away, Sam is also on the ground, but he meets your eyes, then cocks his head toward the stage. You nod, rising slowly, careful not to make a sound, and he does the same.

"So, if I go real slow, and take my time and enjoy this," Randa drawls, her fingertips dancing over Dean's chest, "I can actually show you your own beating heart before you die."

Sam, who has made his way over to the stage, smashes a bottle over Paul's head. Before he can move, you use a leg that has broken off from a table to knock the Phoenix man off his feet. He stumbles for only a moment before sending his elbow into your rib cage, leaving you doubled over, winded. He advances on you again, but a bright red light flashes inside of him and he collapses.

On the stage, Dean has used the distraction to take out his knife and push it through Randa's heart. With a loud crash and bright flashes of light, her body hits the ground.

Your eyes reach Dean first, then Sam. The struggle would leave a few bruises, but they both seem to be okay, you think gratefully.

• • • • • • • • • • • •

"Well, wasn't that one a pain in the ass?" you say over your drink.

Once you got back to the motel, you and Dean decided to drive to the nearest bar, leaving Sam in the room.

"Mayan gods," Dean comments, sipping his beer. "Who knew?"

You let a minute pass, drinking and drumming your fingertips on the sticky surface of the bar, before speaking again.

"Listen," you break the silence, "we've known each other since we were kids. You and me – we've been through hell together, literally."

He looks up at you, brows raised in curiousity.

"Point is," you continue, "I know when you're being ridiculous."

He sighs now, facing forward again, rolling his eyes.

"Look, Dean, you live for the hunt. It's your life and I get that. But it might not be his, and if that's the case, you have to be okay with it," you say. "Purgatory – I can't imagine what it must have been like. But you once went to Hell to bring Sam back, and I know you wouldn't wish that on him."

"He took a freaking year off, (Y/N)," he exclaims. "Okay? People died."

"People are always dying," you retort. "For all of our sakes, you need to get it out of your head that the entire world rests on your shoulders."

The pair of you meet another round of silence, your words hanging in the air. You didn't go into this wanting to fight, and you sense he doesn't either.

"You know he's thinking of going back to school?" His voice takes on a lower tone, a sadder one. "He might really leave."

You reach out to squeeze his shoulder. After having lost so much, his brother was the only thing he had for a long time. You can see how losing Sam would be devastating for him.

"Well, you know if I had it my way, both of you would be living the apple pie life, far away from anything that goes bump in the night," you state, then sigh, removing your hand. "Hey, I'm dying to know – how did you get out? Of Purgatory, I mean."

He lets out a small chuckle and raises the bottle to his lips. "A friend of mine – Benny – we helped each other out, I guess."

"Benny's a hunter?"

His smile disappears, and you regret asking. Something awful must have happened to Benny, you think, and decide it's best to drop the subject.

"I didn't, um," you start, trying a lighter tone now, "I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier, but I'm really glad you're back."

He looks at you a moment, then puts his arm around your shoulders, and you lean in, the closest thing you can get to a hug over the bar stools.

"Me, too."

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[sensei-venus]

Spit On Me- Poly!Cobra Gang/Chubby!Reader

(Unedited) (Spit Kink, Cum Play, Oral Sex/Blow Jobs, Rough BJ, Face Slapping)

Reader could hardly think after so many rounds of pure debauchery took place. If felt like it had been going on for hours now. Round after round with every one of the boys. All of them using her face and as they pleased. Using her mouth and soft cheeks to get off to.

Tommy had long since pulled her top off and yanked her bra off. It laid somewhere in the hectic basement. Discard on the floor with the rest of her clothes, along with some of the boys shirts. Tommy was the one to take all of her clothes off after a few good rounds of using her mouth. Growing board of watching the other boys take their turns with their hot girlfriend. He pulled off every art I of her clothing before settling on her tits for the night. Lapping and sucking on the soft flesh of her breasts.

He giggled to himself as Reader whimpered from above him. His teeth softly bit into her hard nipple, just enough to send a jolt of pain up her spin. She moaned around Ducth who just chuckled. Grabbing a fist full of her hair and using her mouth to his heart's content. It was his third turn using her mouth, his dick slowly started to sputter. Just another round of two and he would be completely done. The girl was on her own slow descent, her jaw aching and she had long since lost her ability to breathe right. Dutch’s dick left little room to breathe.

Her eyes dripped with fat wet tears that fell down her cheeks.

Tommy sucked harder around one of her nipples as she gagged around the fat dick in her mouth once more. It hit the back of her throat just right to make her eyes cross a little and her mind go blank.

“Fuck! Babe I'm going to cum again! Better open that mouth up real wide for me!”

He gagged her a few more times, her poor thoat bubbled with nasty wet garggles. Spit bubbles out of the corners of her lips. She tried her best to suck him but only a dribble of cloudy white spilled from around his shaft with every new thrust. Seconds later he rips himself from her lips and starts to jerk himself.

Violently the bleached blonde strokes at himself. His eyes are trained on his girlfriend's face the whole time, only glancing down to watch Tommy work at her tits. He pops off one with a pop and starts to suck on her other nipple.

Seconds later he takes notice of the other guys around him. All of them joining him to around the girl, looming over her kneeling figure. He smirks as he watches them, tugging at their own hard cocks. All of them fanning around the girl and placing their dicks right in front of her face.

With one final tug Dutch is gaining and busting his load all over her face. The other are soon to follow. Reader lets out a small gasp as her face is splattered with hot cum. It lands all over her face in large sperts. Thick layers of it fall over her open lips, over her cheeks and eyes. Some of it even lands on her forehead and hair making her whine. It spills through her lashes making her whimper.

“Stupid bitch, covered in our fat loads and still winning.”

Her brain is on over load as she gets to live in the moment. She's covered in multiple loads from four of her five boyfriends. It's sliding down her nose and cheeks, cascading down her chin and neck. It even goes down to her fat tits where Tommy is quick to lick it up. She feels hot all over, her eyes fluttering open looking up at them. Trying her very best to finally breathe again.

“Dont worry. We can give you something to whimper and bitch. Filthy covered in cum. You know what might help, this.” she hears it before she can actually feel it. The thick sound of lungs and wetness fills the room. It echo a around before she almost spins back on her knees. Dutch fingers and strong hand keep her still as a new thick liquid hits her face.

It's several different times in the matter of seconds that she feels the new sensation on her skin. A mix of warm and cool cover her face in the old liquid. It takes her a moment to understand what they where doing.

They where spitting all over her face.

She moans out as she feels it layer her skin, thick fingers dig into her jaw. Keeping her still as they work on their assault. She wants to say it's gross, that it's some of the most nastiest shit they have done.

But deep down she can’t come out and say it. Because deep down, she likes it. She should hate it like any sane person should. Being spit on was low of the low and one of the grossest things that could happen to someone.

But Reader was liking it a little to much.

A second later she cries out as something hits her in the face.

It’s not hard enough to actually hurt her but it does leave a wet pop on her skin. She’s more in shock then in pain. She realizes a second later that it’s Jimmy who just popped her in the cheek. A moment later she feels Dutch move his hand from her jaw to do the same thing. He’s a bit rougher as she slaps her in the mouth. His fingers digging into her mouth just a little bit. Reader moans at the pain and another slap is made from another direction. Dutch plays with her wide tongue for a minute, playing with the wet mess he helped make in her mouth. He drags his digits from her mouth, running a thumb over her tongue.

She wants to suck at the thick finger but he doesn’t give her a chance.

More fingers join his as they help to rub the mixed fluids all over her face. Making patters with the liquids. Mixing them with their fingertips and drawing on her skin with the thick mix. Her eyes are barely open, watching them from cracked eyelids.

Someone scoops up a finger full of spit and taps it against her lips. Another hand rubs the spit and cum right into her skin making her even more a mess. She moans at the feeling, the hand working it into her warm flush. Her skin glistened with the milky-colored fluid. The light overhead is perfect.

Another slap to the face followed by a “Who’s our good little bitch huh?”

“M-me….”

-Slap-

-Slap-

-Slap-

After a few minutes the slaps stop and the fingers and hands leave her face. She doesn't want to open her eyes again. Too much spit and cum covers her lashes and eyelids. Lightly she flinches back a little when something wet and soft moves across her eyes. It's slightly warm and rough, wet with water that slightly trickles over her lightly abused face. She figures its a wet rag as its dragged over her skin.

It cleans off most of the is left on her face from the boy's earlier actions. Tommy has backed off and no longer fondle her sore breasts. The room is quiet except for soft breathing which she can barely hear. Her ears are deaf to the sounds of the room.

Soft lips press into her sore left cheek, lightly and so gently. She sighs as she slowly starts to relax. A new set of lips join in the actions as they meet the right side of her neck and trail up to her ear. Light nibbles on the bottom of her ear get her attention.

Her eyes open fully and finds Bobby on her left and Johnny on her right. Blond hair fills one side of her vision while the other is caught off guard by chestnut brown. Bobby's hair tickles her making her lightly laugh. Her voice still weary from Dutch’s dick being shoved down her throat.

Looking around she finds Jimmy passed out on a near by couch, Tommy beside him in a similar state. Reader can only guess that Dutch ran off to take a quick shower.

“You did so good for us honey. Sorry Ducth kinda got a little rough there.”

“Yeah, but it was so hot babe. Seeing you covered in our spit and cum like that. You liked it didn't you? We could tell.” Johnny chucked next to her ear. His blue eyes looked into hers. Her cheeks started to get a little warm at his tone.

Johnny liked it, he really liked it she could tell by the look on his face.

He chewed on his bottom lip, his cheeks and chest going a pink hue. That was always a dead ringer on how the blond was feeling.

Bobby's ears were starting to change to a nice red. The very tips went crimson under his fluffy locks. He was just as bad as Johnny with their body giving them away. She wanted to giggle but all she could do was nod. The way they acted was like they got caught doing something overly naughty. Something that never happens often for the big bad cobra boys.

They definitely didn't think things over before trying it that night. But it was clear that they all enjoyed the new experience.

Reader couldn't say she didn't like it either.



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Hi there! Could I request the og cobras with Larusso reader? Where they have all taken interest in her, she’s Daniel’s twin and even though all of them hate her brother they love her? Thank again! <33

“Two Timing LaRusso- But Literally Two” (1/2)

(Unedited) (Cobras being stupid, Cobras being dumb himbo’s, Mentions of cheating? not really.) (Og Cobra Gang/Daniel’s Twin!Reader)

Ever since they got to California the LaRusso twins hated it. Between the heat and sun, the new school, trying to make friends. It was a mess. But what really did it in was all of the karate stuff that ended up happening with the oldest twin.

Daniel decided to get involved with the girl on the beach, her name was Ali.

It all started with that stupid night on the beach. When the Franky kid from the apartment complex told the two of them about the party on the beach. Reader didn't really want to go but Daniel did, so she went along for the ride.

She didn't actually want to go but she didn't want to leave Daniel on his own for the night in a brand-new place. Plus she had to admit she was a bit lonely and didn't want to stay in the new apartment all by herself. When they showed up on the crowded beach it was nice. There where dozens of kids around their age just having fun and dancing, chatting and playing games.

While she hung back on the sidelines and just enjoyed the people-watching, Daniel managed to wheeze his way with the blond-haired girl. They were both laughing and talking while messing with a soccer ball. She just rolled her eyes at the two and kept watching.

When the motorcycles pulled up on the hill her stomach stomach started to flip in a bad way.

Then the fight between a blond boy named “Johnny” started. It was stupid, over the Ail girl. Turns out she was Johnny’s new ex and he didn't like the fact that Daniel was making a move on her.

“Daniel please let's just go!” Reader tried to pull her twin away from the scene. After watching her brother get his ass kicked she just wanted to leave and go home. Daniel had to put up a fight with her. Making a big argument out of the whole thing.

She didn't take notice of how some of the boys in Johnny’s little gang looked at her. Eyeing her up as she tried to pull Daniel away. They gazed at her from the sidelines.

The two twins went home with no clue.

The first few weeks of school were weird to say the least for the two twins. Things escalated between Daniel and the other boys. He could try and hide it from their mom but he couldn’t hide it from his twin. She grew more and more worried by the day. Watching her brother get messed with, when he came home covered in bruises and cuts, bleeding all over their sheared room. She cried and he just told her not to worry.

Time went on and Daniel grew stronger, trained with Mr Myagi and learned karate.

It wasn’t until after the all-valley tournament that things really changed and things got better. Well to a point that is.

“I can’t believe he’s going after Ali when he has THAT all over him all the time.”

“You know I never liked Daniel in the first place but I didn’t see him as the kind of guy to cheat.”

“He does it right in public too. Gross.”

“LaRusso is just a two timing little bastred.”

All five boys glared in the direction of Daniel’s lunch table. It wasn’t even about the stupid tournament anymore. It was the fact that he was a prick who was trying to mess around with two girls at ones, one of them being on their radar for months now.

She was cute, chubby and thick, unlike almost any of the girls at west-valley. She had curves that filled her out in the perfect ways. Pretty eyes and the biggest smile they had ever scene. She even had the most prettiest hands they had ever seen, something Jimmy had pointed out at some point. They looked soft from a distance.

Yes a distance because they had yet to even try and make a move on her because of how close she was to Daniel.

Because with the way they acted, they where definitely in some kind of relationship. It pissed all of them off every time they saw the two together. Both in and out of school. The way she hugged him, laughed at his corny ass jokes, followed him everywhere. She was like a puppy.

Following around a big fat cheater. He openly cheated on the girl with Ali and was getting away with it. She acted like she had no idea from the looks of it.

“She’s cute, it's not fair that Daniel gets to be with a girl like that and get to two time her.” Bobby said as he poked at his food with a fork. Bobby was the first one to admit he was catching feeling for the girl a few months back. Dutch gritted his teeth as he watched Daniel. He tenses up next to Johnny saying “Fucking dick, leave it to a guy like LaRusso to get a hot chick and then treat her like trash.” Johnny rolled his eyes.

Johnny tried to keep it to himself these days about his feeling on LaRusso. He didn’t hold much grudge against him after the tournament, he won, that’s it.

“I think we should say something, to her at least. It’s not right that he’s doing this and for this long at that. It doesn’t even matter that we like her, she should know before he causes her more damage when she finds out.” Jimmy said with confidence. He was trying to think rationally. Tommy laughed as he patted the boy's back.

“After school today, we finally go in for the kill. We tell her what LaRusso has been doing, that he's been playing her for weeks now, and then we ask her out. Perfect timing.” Johnny smirked. He's eyes glazed over as he watches the girl.

The rest of the day went by quickly. All five boys grew more and more anxious though out the rest of the day.

They all meet up outside of the school after the bell rang. All of the stud around their bikes waiting for the girl to come out. They knew she usually we out though the front doors of the school and walked over the Daniel’s stupid yellow car.

The boys talked for a while, they watched as Daniel came jogging out of the front doors to his car, where he met Ali. They huddled close together talking and flirting for a while. Dutch clenched his jaw as he watched, Johnny’s fist’s itched to punch the punk in the face. Suddenly Ali and him parted and went their separate ways, Daniel went and sat in the front seat of his car.

Suddenly the doors of the school opened once again and the girl walked out. Backpack on her back with books in her arms.

Johnny made the first move as he caught her arm with his hand. She gasped and whipped around to face him, her eyes big.

His cheeks felt warm as he finally got a good look at her. She was just as pretty close up.

“Hey, we just want to let you know that Daniel LaRusso, that asshole, is cheating on you.”

Bobby said “Yeah we caught him multiple times getting all close and friendly with Ali.”

“He's been doing it for months now! It's tucked up that he's leading you on like that.”

“Yeah that's messed up man.”

“He doesn't deserve to two-time a pretty girl like you!” Tommy spoke up, his usual grin gone.

Her face was flushed as she pulled her wrist from Johnny’s grip. She huffed, her brows knit together as she looked at them. They couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or annoyance.

“Your kidding me right!”

“Hey we just wanted to let you know before-“

“He’s my twin brother not my boyfriend! You guys are sick, real sick. Fuck off!”

She stomped away and ran off towards her brothers car. She threw her stuff into the back seat before hoping into the front seat.

All five of the boys paled at the realization.

“She has to be joking with us-“

“Maybe it makes since, kinda-“

“Man there is no way she is actually his twin-“

“My head hurt’s-“

“WE ALL LIKE A LARUSSO?!? AND SHE’S HIS TWIN AT THAT!?!?”

To be continued……….

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Imagine Bobby is dating Reader, and all his friends notice that he’s been acting weird. Maybe Tommy bring it up one day, and they all start berating him about it. Eventually he starts talk about Reader, and his whole face is just bright red. Eventually Tommy thinks of the perfect nickname for him, Blushy Bobby. Now they’re all calling him Blushy Bobby, and he doesn’t know what it do! He doesn’t want his beloved to know about his demeaning nickname! He manages to keep the nickname a secret for a while. Until one day he’s laying on Reader taking a nap, and his friends walk into his room. The first thing they see is Bobby sleeping on his partner, so obviously Tommy has to say something about Blushy Bobby sleeping on his partner. Poor Bobby is just barely conscious, his beloveds hands are playing with his hair, and he’s so warm with his chest pressed against her belly, and his head rested on her chest. He’s about to fall asleep again when he hears the wretched nickname Blushy Bobby. He immediately gets out of her arms, shoves his friends out of his room before closing and locking the door to his room. He still gets call Blushy Bobby, but maybe it’s not too bad. At least he has the cutest partner in the world to make him Blushy.

You don’t know how long I have been thinking about this.

Bobby is definitely the blushing type and he gets picked on A LOT for it. Even before he meets reader he blush’s a lot. Just being near a cute girl has his cheeks all warm and red, and yes he definitely goes red when he blushes. His ears go a bit pink but that’s about it. His sunkissed skin doesn’t allow for a pink hue. You are going to know when that poor boy is blushing up a storm.

Dutch and Johnny are the ones to make fun of him the most. Though Johnny shouldn’t be talking seeing as he’s as pale as a sheet half of the time. He goes just as red as Bobby does, if not more. Johnny blushes everywhere so he can’t hide it like the other boys can. Bobby never points that out but Dutch does. Johnny just grumbles and leaves it alone.

Tommy is definitely the one who comes up with the nickname and Dutch is hot on his tail to use it. The two get multiple laughs from it daily. Of course the other boys join in as well and make it ten times worse. Poor Bobby feels like his cheeks might burn off from all of their teasing. He try’s his best to hide it and just tell them off but it doesn’t stop them. The name never gets old.

When they find out he has a girlfriend oh it gets worse.

Because now she’s calling him it too just to tease him. The only differences is that she knows she’s the one making him blush so hard in the first place. She loves kissing his cheeks though and try’s her best to use it as a apology.

But her giggles and long kisses on his lips are enough for him. He gets over it pretty quick for her.

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Ok, this is the same person as last time.

Why does Bobby give me Dave from Gilmore Girl vibes?? Like maybe he finds out that Reader likes him back, so he asks her out, but is shocked when she quickly says no and runs away from him. After a couple days of investigation, and help from his gang, he finds out that your parents are extremely strict and won’t let you date anyone. He takes advice from each of his friends, and decides to show up at Readers house (in his best clothes and a bouquet of flowers for you and your mother) he has a long speech prepared (He probably got his mom, or maybe his sister to help him write it) he tells your parents about all of his good qualities, his grades, his personality, ect. After the speech your parents send him to the living room so they can talk about him. Bobby sits next to you in the living room and immediately starts talk to you, he makes you laugh and smile. When your parents peak into the living room and sees you smiling and laughing with him, they make the executive decision to let the two of you date.

(Sorry, this is really long but I literally can’t get it out of my head)

Oh my gosh this is so cute! And yes Bobby definitely gives me Dave vibes also I don't know why but like, season 1-3 Jack Anderson from heartland vibes for some reason??

Bobby is my second favorite because he is such the 70-80s version of the “You hang with the bad boys but your such a softy~” character type. After watching the movie, along with deleted scenes and even some of the old scripts, Bobby was like the sweetest out of the cobras.

Honestly if there were more boys like Bobby out there maybe I would date more.

I just want to kiss his cute little cheeks so much and play with his hair! Omg make me stop gusshing over him!🤭

I feel like he would take you to all kinds of fancy dates when he wasn't with the boys. But it would never be about money, he just would like you so much that money wouldn't matter to him.

(I die on the hill that Bobby comes from a rich family, similar to Johnny. Both of his parents where from old money or something. But he grew up with a big heart and never shoved his money around like most of the other rich kids in the valley. His parents raised him better than to flaunt money around)

If he ever brought you around the boys to hang out he would always hold your hand. It wouldn't matter if the guys nagged at him. He didn't care if they picked on him a little for holding a girl's hand like a chump. Lots of cheek kisses and hand-holding, in private it's full make-outs with tight embraces.

I have to stop myself!🥰🤭

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anyway I might be a masochist or a straight up wh*re but I can’t get the thought of og cobras with a chubby!reader out of my head and teasing her in school, staring at her, flipping her skirt up (Dutch would do it all the time imho) and telling her how hot she is, how that outfit looks so good on her, etc and she’s thinking that they’re just being dicks to her because she’s chubby and then one day she just has enough of it and confronts them and tells them to stop being dicks and they’re just like oops-

because I 100% agree that those boys are giant himbos so they were being genuine and flirting and teasing her because they like her and think she’s hot and they don’t realize that she thinks they’re being mean to her and they’re like “oh my god no-“

and yeah it ends up in a giant orgy of them showing her that they’re actually serious 🤤

No! I definitely get this and I love it. Honestly I love the trope where the more “bad guy character/s” pick on their crush but it's actually because their kinda stupid to the fact what they are doing can be seen as mean.

Half of them just think they are giving her compliments. And when she gets upset or mad they think she's trying to play with them, trying to play hard to get.

Bobby and Jimmy always give her straight-up nice compliments, like how her new hair style is cute or how pretty she is. They always take notice of her looks or how she's acting. Both of them are the first to know of she is doing something new with her make up or skin routine. Both of them are just overly sweet to her even if the other guys aren't.

Johnny and Tommy are the ones glaring her down from afar. They both talk about how hot she looks and how sexy she is. They don't go to overboard with the comments but they can't help but admit how attractive she is. As long as Dutch isn't around it's pretty tame conversations.

The minute Dutch is around, oh no because this guy can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him. He's always spewing something and he has no filter on his thoughts either. Everything always gets nasty when he's around and talking. All the bous could be sitting around and talking a out the pure thing they know about Reader, but then he opens his mouth.

Dutch is the starter if jerk circles and he knows it. It's all his fault and he's happy about it.

Besides Bobby, Johnny is actually one of the sweetest in the group. He's the first one to say something to her when they are all around. Yes his comments may be....a tad bit gross or borderline inappropriate but he's trying to be nice. He just doesn't seem to get that you can't say “Wow your tits look great stuffed into that shirt babe.” to someone and they automatically think you're a great guy.

Insert Johnny getting backhanded multiple times but never dodging. All the other cobras won't admit it but they think it's hot to see her get so mad.

Dutch definitely flips her skirts and dresses like a lot but never in front of too many people. Dude gets off on panty shots way to much. Of course the other boys don't mind it either. They all end up popping boners a lot because of Dutch’s gross stupidity.

They don't really understand until one day it goes a bit too far.

Dutch tries to pinch her hip to get her skirt to ride up just a little because he wants to get a good look at her thick thighs. They're so soft and pillowy. But her on accident actually snap her painted which makes her yelp and shoot up with a huge blush on her face while trying to hold her skirt down. She turns around and tells them off for once, not carrying about her normal shyness. She calls them assholes and morons and that she's tired of their bullying. They kinda scratch their heads at this because, like, their not bullying her? They wouldn't be complaining her left and right and trying to see up her skirt if they didn't actually like her.

At that moment they start to put together the pieces and realize the mistake. She actually thought they were picking on her and trying to make her into a joke.

After the incident they try to think of a way to get her to see they actually meant all of the nice things they said to her.

Which ends up being them inviting them over to Bobby’s, where they spoil her for the night with food and a movie. This ultimately ends with them in Bobby’s decked-out basement having a huge orgy. Jerking each other off before fucking the chubby girl. Taking turns using all her holes, and after a while, she gives them up. They switch from her mouth to her pussy to anything else she wants. It's pure bliss all night long.

And after the night is done, Reader fully understands that her new group of boyfriends isn't that bad. Their just stupid, aggressive himbos. But she wouldn't trade them for anything after finding out the truth, and giving them a lesson.

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Kinktober 2023 MasterList

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Kinktober Day 4- Public Sex -Hawk/Reader

Kinktober Day 5-Mommy/Daddy -Miguel/Reader/Sam

Kinktober Day 6-Blowjob -GirlCock!Tory/Reader

Kinktober Day 7-Flashing/Tit Job -Bobby Brown/Reader

Kinktober Day 8-Voyeurism -Bully!Tory x Bimbo!Chubby!Reader x Sam

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