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wandering-travesty · 3 years

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Off To The Races

Zeke’s life wasn’t supposed to be like this. His father would have a spontaneous brain aneurism if he saw the daily goings on of the younger Yeager’s household on his days off. Horrid amounts of smoking outside, snow or shine, day-drinking without a second thought, and lonely, not by choice. He had honest-to-god tried to live the life his father wanted for him. He married a woman straight out of law school and knocked her up a few months after. They raised that kid for a year then repeated the process. They lived, laughed, and loved for a few years, then, as a surprise to no one, the divorce came along. His wife had run off with a lump sum of money and started a new life out of state. He got left with two kids, substance abuse issues, and a law firm to run. He was stressed, depressed, and by the holiest powers above, was he horny.

Ignoring the horniness for a moment, everything changed when you came around. Every inch of his world brightened, almost like a light at the end of a tunnel. You gave him some form of hope, and reminded him that life wasn’t all doom and gloom. You were still in college, looking for some extra funds to help pay your tuition; a lawyer that doubled as a father of two was the perfect target. You had shown up in your prettiest outfit, almost as if you were showing off for him. Being the kind of man he was, Zeke couldn’t help but hire you. Some sweet, fetching little thing coming up to his decadent doorstep in a tiny little tennis skirt and begging to take care of his kids? That was something he could never turn away.

So, you became the official caretaker of Zeke’s little angels. You truly adored looking after them while their, admittedly handsome, father slaved away at his big, important law firm. You rang the doorbell right as the kids were waking up, Zeke greeting you at the door already dressed in one of his repulsively expensive suits. You talked over scones and coffee and made the kids just about anything they wanted. He would leave, and you would get the kids dressed and out the door with ample time to catch the bus. You’d clean the house, make yourself some lunch, play with the family dog. The golden retriever was just another cliche. But you still loved the mutt, especially since every family member loved him, too. You could tell because Zeke had named him after some long-dead baseball player, meaning he would be enamoured with the thing no matter what.

It was fun, picking up on little details about Zeke, or Mr. Yeager, as you called him. He loved baseball and would talk about it for hours on end if you let him, and he hated strawberry icecream for some unexplained reason. He was the face of success for his entire life, from being a star pitcher on his little league team back home to captain of the debate team in high school; he had never really failed at anything or gotten robbed of what he wanted. He was a winner in everything he had ever tried. He had mentioned how high-strung his parents were, and how they’d gone through a divorce of their own when he was young. He and his step-brother never got along that well, and had actually turned out to be very different people. His family life was anything but smooth, and he feared his kids would look back on their childhood in the same light. You guessed that’s why tonight was happening.

“Alright, I’m entrusting my children, dog, house, and painfully expensive belongings to you for the night.” He was dressed to the nines, hell, the tens. He wore an umber sport coat, mustard turtleneck sweater, a thick black belt, grey slacks, chestnut oxfords, and the most expensive golden watch you had ever seen. His flaxen hair shined perfectly in the low light of the entranceway; it was official: you wanted to fuck him. Rather, you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck you stupid and make you squirt all over that pretty watch, and his even prettier face.

“I’ve got it covered, Mr. Yeager.” His youngest son wrapped his arms around your legs as the dog rubbed his head into your palm. “Knock ‘er dead!” You gave him your cheesiest smile and thumbs up. He chuckled at you as his eldest son grabbed your free hand.

“You’ve got this, Dad!” He cheered, starting to drag you to the living room.

“Thank you, Atticus. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave a weak smile, turning to leave through the large oak door. It was awful, how badly he wanted to stay there with you and the kids. He wanted to chase Atticus down the hall as the rest of you ran after him, laughing all the way. He wanted to put on some old, boring movie only he wanted to watch and feel your breath on his neck as you fell asleep just after the kids and dog sitting on the floor below you. He wanted to feel your warmth in his bed. He wanted to see what you looked like backed up against a wall. Heaving after an especially passionate kiss. With your legs over your head, screaming his name. The sweat dripping down your face as you came undone beneath him. The little whimpers you’d make as he pulled out of you and cradled you in his arms. He wanted you, not this random woman off of some shitty dating site. He didn’t really want the booze, or the men, or the women, or the money, or the white picket fence, or his father’s approval; he just wanted - no - he needed you. Your game of cat and mouse, seeing which playful “sweetheart” or coy little “Mr. Yeager” would be the one to tip you over the edge of more than friends.

“Zeke? That��s you, right?” The tall blonde woman in a sleek black suit walked towards him with an outstretched hand. She could’ve easily been a full foot taller than him. Interesting.

“Yes. Yelena, correct?” But she wasn’t you. He just wanted to get this night of false wining and dining over with so he could come home to you. You in his big, expensive house. Better yet, his big, expensive bed.

You sat and watched the clock after the kids went to bed. It ticked and tocked, back and forth, over and over. It had been about an hour since you’d put them down for the night. You couldn’t wait for Zeke to get home for much longer. Butterflies buzzed through your stomach when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Mr. Yeager?” You opened the door to the sight of your employer with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, glasses falling off his face, and hair an absolute bird’s nest.

“Hey, beautiful.” He purred, slumping onto your shoulder, trying and failing to be smooth. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in my house, huh?” He looked up at you over the rim of his glasses. The way his eyes glimmered a dark shade of teal lit your entire body on fire. Feeling his full weight on top of you only made it spread farther.

“Babysitting your kids, for starters.” You maneuvered your bodies to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you dragged him back into the house. “Apparently I’ll be babysitting you, too.” You mumbled, just then realizing exactly how muscular he was. You sat him down on the leather couch and started to walk to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. You didn’t have much experience with alcohol, but you believed water helped with it somehow.

“Damn. Loving the view from back here, gorgeous.” He leaned forwards with his elbows on his knees, licking his chapped lips. You jumped at the sudden compliment. You couldn’t remember him being so…dirty before. You walked a little faster than you already were, wanting to get away from him before you made a stupid decision. You poured a tall glass of water, walking back to the couch where Zeke was now lounging, legs spread far enough to leave barely anything to the imagination.

“Hey there, doll. Got somethin’ for me?” He giggled, lowering his head from where he had been resting it. His eyes were something to behold, and the deep rooted confidence and downright cockiness behind them only served to make you shiver. You shuffled closer, a bit skittish at the sight of the beast before you.

“It’s just water.” You sat down on the table in front of him. “It’s supposed to help with your metabolism, I think.” Your voice was a higher pitch than usual, feeling an odd pressure in your throat every time you spoke.

“What a smart little thing you are.” He praised. It felt genuine, and you started to feel hotter. You handed him the glass, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He took the glass, and almost as if he had sensed your intentions, took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his deep, ocean eyes. He leaned back a bit, giving you a better view of his exposed chest. There was a light layer of golden hair overtop of his expansive chest, and it seemed to trail down the rest of his body. You wanted to find out if that was true. Still holding eye contact with you, he tipped the glass and send the water spilling down his shirt. You knew that wasn’t just drunken clumsiness, but a calculated measure to get in your pants.

“Whoops.” He said, eyes cold and emotionless as his words. “You better clean that up, sweetheart. We both know I can’t take care of myself in this state.” You moved closer to him, hands unsure of where they were going. You were shaking a bit, and you didn't have a towel on you. You decided the best course of action was to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. You felt down his chest, gently tugging on his nipples. He let out a soft groan as you continued to feel him up.

“You’re gettin’ a little handsy there, baby. You want something from me?” He pet your hair as you moved further down on his chest. You kissed and gave kitten licks, appreciating every inch and curve of his muscular form. You couldn’t get enough of him, try as you might.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” He pulled you by your hair to force you to look at him.

“Filthy little harlot.” He squeezed you cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You looked confused until you felt a glob of spit hit your tongue. You swallowed like it was second nature.

“You’re just here for my dick, huh?” You continued to kiss and lick down his abdomen, savoring every ounce of him you could; the smell of cinnamon, menthol, and saltwater hit your nose, intoxicating you further and further the more you breathed him in. “I bet it’s all you think about. Especially when those fingers rub that pretty little cunt until you cum all over yourself.” You let out a whine, signifying exactly how right he was.

“Yeah.” You dragged your tongue up his six-pack, savoring the slightly salty taste. “Think about you every night.” You licked a stripe down the same line you had just gone up. “Only way I can get to sleep.” He smiled the warmest smile you had ever seen him produce. Such a sweet little thing for him, getting off to thoughts of him railing you silly in order to have a good night’s rest. Your submissive, horny mind was so focused on him you couldn’t get to bed without him. You were perfection in human form. Truly a goddess sent from above. He would worship you in the most degrading way possible.

“I knew you were dirty, I just needed to force you to show me.” He continued to pet your hair like you were some kind of beloved family pet. You felt so small under his touch; so fragile, as if one touch could blow you away forever. You loved the feeling more than life itself. You felt like you could never live without it again. Touching yourself while thinking about him wouldn’t do the trick; not after you had felt the real thing.

“That’s it, honey, kiss me like you mean it.” He teased, knowing exactly what was running through your head. Sure, he was no master of seduction, but he had bedded plenty before, and he knew exactly how talented he was. He had learned from years of experience; years you hadn’t yet lived. You would learn it all from him. Those little college boys he could smell on you every so often wouldn’t cut it anymore. He was meant for you, and you for him. He knew he already had you trapped, but playing with you was so fun. Poking and prodding and mocking you all while you worshiped him like he had hung the moon in the sky.

“You love this body, don’t you, slut?” He pulled your hair suddenly, earning a yelp that went straight to his aching cock. “You know, I’ve only been keeping in shape for you. I knew from the moment you saw me that was the main appeal, and lord knows I’d go through hell to keep you around.” That was true. He knew others would settle for mediocrity, but a flawless little angel like you deserved better than mediocre. You needed someone to match your talent, beauty, and wit. He didn’t believe he equaled you in anything but maybe wits, but still, he was good for you. At least, you seemed to think so, considering you were giving tiny kitten licks to the tip of his recently freed dick. The tip was red, swollen, and leaking a sinful amount of precum. You sucked it all up, taking the engorged head between your plush lips. You felt like heaven, but the ache in your pussy felt like hell. You slowly began to go the full length down his cock. Zeke was right: you had messed around with college boys before, but none were as big as him. Your gag reflex wasn’t prepared, causing you to choke and sputter on it. Zeke grinned slyly.

“Say my name, sweetie.” He wanted to treat you right, but it was so enjoyable to indulge his sadistic side.

“Mr. Yeager.” You choked out. You knew how much he enjoyed that title; the feeling of authority it brought him made him hard as a rock every time. He groaned in pleasure, sending shivers down your spine. That knocked him off his rhythm for a moment, but he was right back on you the minute he regained some sense of self.

“The kids are right upstairs, peacefully sleeping, while you choke on my dick like a dumb little slut.” The thought made you feel so dirty. You shifted on the ground, squeezing your thighs together and trying to get some friction. “And you do it so well, baby. I couldn’t ask for better.” He sighed.

“That’s it, pretty girl, don’t hurt yourself down there.” He slowly pulled you off his cock by your hair. He didn’t want to admit it, and really didn’t show any signs, but you had him on the verge of cumming down your throat. But he didn’t want his precious seed there. Hell no! He wanted you stuffed to the brim and properly bred.

“I’ve wanted you for so goddamn long, you don’t even know.” The look on tour face was something beyond pleasure or pain. It was a mix of both with a side of...fear? “What, scared of taking something this big, doll?” You shook your head.

“Don’t worry, daddy’ll get you nice and wet for him.” He slowly came to hover over you, lifting you up and sitting you down on the couch. He spread your legs, undoing the button of your shorts with his long, thick fingers, bringing his mouth to your zipper and pulling it down with his teeth. He pulled them down your legs, bringing his face to your core. You felt hot on his mouth and nose. He licked a wet stripe up your clothed core,

“God, you taste like honey, sweetie. I’m so fuckin’ lucky.” He pulled your panties to the side, relishing in the sight of your puffy pussy. You were beautiful in the murky yellow light of the room. You folds shimmered with slick and he could see your cunt clench around nothing, so obviously desperate for his dick. That’s right, his dick. Only his. From now on.

He dove into you, savoring your tangy flavor. Pussy was a taste all its own, each having new, intense, rich tastes he could barely describe. To be perfectly honest, Zeke was a sucker for a wet little cunt in his mouth, and you were the perfect subject. Every suck to your clit, every kiss and lick to your folds, every darting flick of his tongue into your aching little hole; it had you moaning and whimpering like a ditzy little slut. Your mind was hazy with ecstasy.

“Don’t get too loud now, dollface. Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do you?” His words brought you back to Earth, forcing you to remember you were being eaten out by a father of two. It felt so filthy to know you had been bringing up his kids, acting as a faux wife, and now you were being treated like one, eaten out of your mind and promised a thorough breeding.

“Not that I don’t believe you would get off on being watched. I bet you love that idea, huh?” You jolted at the words and the sensation of another kiss to your cunt. “It might sound a little sick, but I could invite my brother over, see if he has as good a taste as mine.” He’d be willing to invite Eren over for a test run of…you? You knew they didn’t get along, so it was surprising, but that only turned you on even more. Imaging them fighting over you like hungry wolves on the hunt. They’d ravish you without even thinking. If this was Zeke, held back, on his own, you could only yelp and whimper at what kind of monsters the two of them would be together.

“Nah, that little shit doesn’t deserve you.” He smirked into your sopping wet core. Eren never appreciated the finer things in life, still to young to understand the joys of pussy eating. No, he was more for the fuck and chuck kind of lifestyle. You deserved better aftercare than a point towards the door. “Some of the guys at my firm, however. Bet they’d turn you out real nice. They’re all just about as big and pent up as me. We could all show you a real good time." That would be about…three, four, even five of him? All fucking you at once with the same vigor and deep seated intensity. You head buzzed at the thought. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you, whore?” You couldn’t keep up with him in this state. You were completely fucked out without even being fucked at all. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his gorgeous face and beard. He was taken slightly aback, but he licked it all up in five seconds flat. He was a professional.

“Answer me, doll.” He delivered a harsh slap to your thigh. He enjoyed the ripple it gave and the red mark his hand had left.

“Yes, Mr. Yeager.” You stuttered out, barely above a whisper. Torturing you would be fun, but not tonight. No, he needed to be thorough with your pleasure and ensure you would never leave his side again. He gave a few light slaps to your slippery pussy, making your thighs shake and mouth move without making a sound.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He slowly stood up, giving you a perfect view of the shining god before you. His body was something sculpted by the old masters; a true work of art. Before you could fully appreciate the image of perfection in front of you, he bent down just a bit, pushing your thigs back as far as they could go, squishing your tits under them. He enjoyed the way your pudgier parts stuck out, giving him more parts of you to pinch and suck on as he fucked into you. His was no doubt the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it wasn’t easy to have inside of you at first. Your walls clamped down on him so tight it was almost painful. But as he slowly pushed in and out, pleasure began to overtake the pain and you started to loosen up just a bit.

“Just relax, sweetie. Daddy’s got you.” Of course he had a daddy kink. It made perfect sense, as did yours. Hearing him say that in that truly comforting tone made your head spin with pleasure.

"God, you are so fucking tight." He continued to fuck into you at a savage pace, not seeming to care if you screamed or cry, rather relishing in the fact that you were. You were so young and tight and sensitive, it drove him mad. He was sure he could never go a day without your pussy again.

"You fit me like a vice, sweetheart. You trying to milk me dry? Huh?" Your mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out. It gave him ample opportunity to spit in your mouth once again.

"Swallow it you filthy slut." He lightly tapped your face.

"This is exactly how I wanted you." You could barely hear him, blanking out at the intensity of his continuous pounding of your poor little cunt. "Been thinking about this for months."

"Might just knock you up, sweetie. You already take care of my brats so well, what's one more?" You squealed at the thought. He wanted you to have his babies. He wanted you to be his new, permanent play thing to fuck and fill up every night.

"Yeah. I wan' your babies." You slurred your words, inebriated by the feeling of his cock filling your tight little cunt. He gazed down at your fucked out form, finding a sick sense of pleasure in how far gone you were all thanks to him. You moaned far too loud for someone in a house full of kids. You couldn't hold back, he just felt too damn good.

"You gonna cum, little girl?" He had almost a mocking tone when he asked that. You nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept up the pace, abusing your g-spot, not letting up for even a second. He set out to make you feel incredible; like the perfect little plaything he knew you to be, and he wasn’t going to let his slightly aged stamina get in the way.

"That's it, you look so pretty, baby. What a good little slut." He looked down at you with heated intensity. "My little slut." He continued his brutal pace almost as if you had never cum at all.

"Oh, 'd you think I'd quit just 'cause you finished? No fuckin' way." You squealed as he continued to thrust inside you, still drunk on the idea of being full of his cum. You wanted him more than you had wanted anything in your life.

"'M gonna make you squirt all over me. Ruin this nice, expensive couch." You were screaming his name at that point, unable to form a thought that wasn't Zeke and his perfect dick.

"Such a fuckin' cocktease all these months. This is what you get for it. Tummy full of my cum." He slowed his pace as he looked into your eyes with the intensity of a man drunk on desire.

"All those times you flipped your skirt up so I could see your cute little panties." He thrusted into you harder than he had before. "All those times you called me Mr. Yeager in that innocent tone that drove me up the wall." He thrusted harder than you had ever thought possible. You felt him hit your cervix. "Every time you acted like you didn't know what you were doing. Like you didn't know what I wanted." He continued to pound into you. You felt so full, so good.

"You're getting tighter, baby. You gonna squirt while daddy fills you up, huh?" His pace was brutal and you were seeing stars.

"That's it, pretty baby, cum all over me. Let me fill you up." He humped into you a few final times before shooting his load into your cunt. You screamed at the feeling of your cum squirting out of you as his cum squirted into you. You were so dizzy and so full. You were happy. You were safe and taken care of and filled to the brim by the man you loved most.

“Hey.” You saw Zeke’s stunningly handsome face look down at you. His cheeks were flushed, forehead sweaty, sculpted chest heaving. But his eyes were transfixed on you with a look so filled with love and passion it made you feel like you were floating. “How you holding up, princess?” That was a new name…not that you minded. “Didn’t go too rough did I?” He panted in between his gentle words, the main drawback of giving it your all.

“Actually.” You huffed a bit, just then realizing how difficult it was to talk, or move, or breathe. “Think you coulda’ gone harder.” He chuckled, the same look of complete infatuation lingering in his oceanic eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“I’m tougher than you’d think, old man.” He laughed at you, appreciating how you could still be the sweetest little thing he’d ever met after being pounded half to death.

“Alright, I’m not even thirty, you little minx.”

“Calling me a minx isn’t helping your case, Zeke.” His eyes lit up with recognition.

“First time you’ve called me that, angel.” He smiled like an idiot in love, because he was one.

“Maybe it’ll be the last, if you keep acting like such an animal around me.” You slapped his shoulder with as much strength as you could muster, which was basically none.

“Well, if you don’t like the rough treatment, how about I treat you like the perfect angel you are? Treat you to a nice, warm shower and a cuddle session with yours truly. How about that?” He gently rubbed your cheek, taking in how wonderful your afterglow was.

“Sounds nice.”

“Alright, let’s go, angel.”

“Okay, Mr. Yeager.” You giggled at how quickly his face darkened and lips tightened into a frown.

“Ever the tease, you are.” He carried you to his shower bridal style, no doubt a sign of things to come.

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mysterylover123 · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 295: The Hero Who Saves Everyone

Oh god

On the one hand, I feel bad cause Deku’s bleeding and in pain. On the other, he’s weirdly beautiful in this panel. Like Toga during her fight with Curious.

YES WORRY ABOUT THAT BOYFRIEND FIRST (and also check on the other one!)

I HEAR YA DEKU. You three had better be all alive so I can enjoy your movie this summer without breaking down in feels.

QUIRK #4 ALERT!!!!

Yup it’s Spider-Sense. Exactly what I thought. All six quirks are gonna be Spider-Man related. Confirmed. Now we’ve got strength, webs, and spider-sense. What’s left? Wall cling? (wait Spidey can’t float like Nana never mind). Maybe instead they’re all riffs on the Class A girls quirks. Float, Tsuyu’s tongue whip thing, senses like Jiro.

Have Jiro train you in the future please. I need more of you and Jiro. Also look how fierce. Limbs all destroyed, boyfriends and mentors dying, bad guys escaping and he’s like “YOU WANNA PIECE OF THIS!?”

I’m starting to think Compress really is gonna die.

Spinner/Shiggy fans must be loving this chapter

LOL AFO is a believer in the Power of Friendship confirmed. I mean, he is a smart Shounen villain who seems to be well aware of all the cliches, so.

WHAT?! Shiggy you’re not, like, actually dead are you? You still have so much character development to go through!

That echo though.

WOW Touya really made a name for yourself now huh! The heroes are like “DABI GETTIN AWAY! OH AND ALSO THE GREATEST SUPERVILLAIN OF ALL TIME BUT DABI! GET HIM!” (to be Fair Hado may just be holding a grudge for the whole “set me on fire thing”.)

KACCHAN PLEASE BE OK TODO PLEASE BE OK DON’T YOU TWO DARE DIE

The fuck is that? Is that a noomu?! (3..2...1...) HOLY FUCK IT’S DEKU. You scared me you seriously look demonic AF right now.

OH MY GOD. Deku I am so high on you and your character development right now. Time was all this “career ending injury” and “Mirio showing up” and “dying friends” stuff would be making you super insecure. But now you’re just like “SHUT UP ASSHOLE.” Also Deku knows who’s really at the helm now? Smart boy.

OH. MY. GOD. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I WAS RIGHT?!?!?

YAS! SLAM HAND ON DESK. FUCKING CALLED IT! You go do it Deku! Go save our lovable League of Idiots! Redeem or rescue or whatever your nemesis! That’s how we do! OMG that’s two heartbreaking callbacks to chapter 1 this arc worked in. You know. The chapter that made the episode that won me over to this show faster than any thing ever.

So yep that looks like the wrap on this arc. And damn what a way to go! Deku you’re so amazing here. I was honestly so worried Deku would collapse under the weight of his insecurities but nope. He’s grown too much. And WOW he’s really gonna try and save Shigaraki. I don’t know how but I believe in you, man. After seeing this chapter. Damn. I believe. This right here is why Deku’s my fave. He’s just unstoppable when he’s determined. And he cares about protecting everyone around him, no matter who they are. Go, Deku. Drag your two hapless boyfriends and Ochako into this whole Villain Redemption thing too, actually. Todo has a little brother to scold and Ochako a future girlfriend to redeem, and Katsuki will probably (if he survives omg!) be following you wherever you go from now on, so bring it on! Wonder Trio + Ochako villain redemption arc, let’s GO!

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s11e17 · 3 years

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For the prompt meme: one of my head canons is that "Ring of Keys" from Fun Home would absolutely destroy Dean. What did Dean's 'ring of keys' moment look like? OR, alternatively: Dean and drag and/or "Swayze always gets a pass" as applied to To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything specifically.

i love this prompt! and, also, reading it made me realize i would not survive a conversation with dean winchester because i have zero pop culture knowledge. however i just watched to wong foo this year bc my roommates know movies, so i went with that prompt :)

happy pride !!!

content warnings for:

- drug mention

- casually homophobic language in dean's internal narrative (no slurs)

- a description of the scene in to wong foo where sheriff dollard tries to assault vida [begins right under the cut, feel free to DM me for more details if u want/need 'em]

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“Uh.”

Dean pauses the movie. Looks up. There’s Sam, mouth catchin’ flies, right in the door. While Dean’s tryin’ to have a night to himself in front of their not-haunted TV screen.

“All right,” Dean says, after waiting a nice’n generous stretch of time for Sam to finish his sentence. “Scintillating, man.”

“No, I just—” Sam clears his throat, and steps in, and Dean watches his mouth twitch. “I mean, drag queens?”

It’s chill. If anyone’s gonna be chill about this, it’s Sam. Still, Dean’s shoulders creep up even higher, and he can feel the tension in the middle of his shoulders. “It’s Swayze, dude,” he says. Slugs half a beer and adds, “Swayze always gets a pass.”

“Yeah, I mean—” Sam blows out a breath and says, “Jesus Christ, I’m coming at it all wrong. I just mean, you look fuckin’— tense as hell, sitting there. You don’t have to watch that stuff if you don’t like it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean tries to see it from Sam’s angle, but he can’t get it. Why the hell would he watch something he didn’t want to?

Sam freezes. He says, “Oh.” And he comes right over and sits next to Dean, taking up half the couch. His little brother got too damn big at college and Dean’ll never be over it.

Dean looks over, but Sam doesn’t look like he’s about to say anything else, so Dean puts his beer down and hits play again. Sheriff Dollard — the asshole — is feelin’ up Vida Boheme’s skirt, and Dean’s— Dean’s—

“You okay, man?” Sam asks, knee bobbing, while Dean hunches forward, shoulders angled towards the TV, stressed like anything.

“Just don’t want anythin’ bad to happen to ‘em,” Dean mutters, watching. And then — thank fuck — Vida kicks him off her, and he’s on the ground. “Ha. Got it comin’, asshole.”

“Nice.” Sam relaxes, too, leans back while the girls worry over what to do about the cop facedown on the ground. “You seen this before?”

“No, I.” Dean swallows. He doesn’t look at Sam. He says, “Jody recommended it.”

“Oh?” Dean risks a glance over, and Sam’s smiling a little. “That’s nice, man. Didn’t realize Jody was into that.”

“Into what?” Dean asks, prickly, even though— of course he knows. Sam didn’t realize Jody was into gay shit. The kind of gay shit Dean shouldn’t be watching, really, considering who he is. What he is.

Sam shrugs. “Drag, I guess,” he says. “Not like cops have a friendly relationship with queer people, is all.”

“You know all about it, huh,” Dean asks, as the girls recover at a rest stop.

“I did drag in college.”

What. Dean pauses the movie again. He looks right at Sam. “What?”

“I—” Sam laughs, and his hair sways with it. “I dunno why I thought you already knew that. Yeah, man. Like, I only got in drag twice, I think, but— half the people in law school are millionaires with coke habits and the other half are there for, like, humanitarian law or whatever. Drag queens fit in pretty well with both crowds.”

“The things you learn about a guy.” Dean swallows. Quietly, he asks, “You, uh, ever think about… pickin’ it back up?”

“Not really, no,” Sam says thoughtfully. “Not now. There’s a lot of— it’s a little too, uh, visible. Being on display. Not my thing these days.”

Dean thinks about that. He thinks about the idea of it— putting makeup on, seein’ someone he chose in the mirror. Wearing something beautiful and— and— and queer, Jesus, gettin’ on stage and having people look at him and think he’s a goddamn queer and think he’s beautiful for it. “Seems fun,” he croaks out, looking back to the screen. He can’t really say anything else about it.

Sam doesn’t say anything for a moment. Before Dean can press play again, though, he asks, “Do you wanna know how it ends?”

Aw, jeez. Dean looks at the screen. The three of ‘em, gorgeous in their own right, sitting hunched over in a rest stop with their broken down car the way Dean did too often as a kid. If it weren’t for Sam, Dean would’ve been Chi-Chi, he knows it, trailing around wide-eyed after anybody who’d tell him something true. His hands itch with it, with the thought of being beautiful on his own terms. “Yeah, okay,” he tells Sam. “In general, I mean, nothin’ specific. I mean. Is it a tragedy?”

Sam shakes his head. “No,” he says, grinning. Dean relaxes. “It has a happy ending.”

#i hope its ok this also became a sam fic !!!#also i love the idea of dean in drag but i couldnt rly talk more about makeup bc both the idea and practice of wearing makeup makes me feel #very dysphoric :(#dean #agoodsoldier fic #viridiandecisions #amazing prompt also amazing movie everyone should watch to wong foo #sam and dean #sam #**

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years

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Sunrise, Sunset

switching it up with a franklin and lamar centered fic (not exactly as a ship buuut more or less some one sided feelings?) jus a silly little idea i had that was originally gonna be a one shot sorta thing or whatever,, changed my mind tho n i’m jus gonna split it up, this is part one !!

i feel like lamar would be very oblivious about his feelings towards frank tbh LMFAOOO

Lamar and Franklin sometimes drove out to the highest point in Los Santos to watch the sunrise. Well, more Lamar than Franklin, seeing as Franklin preferred to sleep in. He often dragged him out of bed to go take Chop out and see the sun peak up from the horizon, lighting the city up with natural reds and yellows.

“C’mon you lazy fuck, we gon’ miss it!”

“Lamar, the sun rises every fuckin’ day! Trust me, it’ll be there tomorrow.”

“You jus’ a lazy bum who don’t wanna get his lazy bum ass outta bed. Man get up already!”

Chop barked, and Lamar nodded to him.

“Yeah, you right Chop. This muhfucker don’t wanna budge, huh? Don’t even wanna take his precious dog for a walk. You oughta be ashamed of yoself Frank.”

“Chop wasn’t even my dog to begin with!”

“Man fuck you, you became co-parent of him when you had to take him in!”

Franklin could only groan into his pillow, missing the blissful sleep he had been shaken awake from.

“Just go away Lamar! Damn!”

He felt the taller man looming over him, grabbing his shoulders to shake him further awake.

“We’re running outta time, fool. C’mon, I’ll let you ride shotgun this time.”

Chop barked in protest.

“Chop, it’s the only way we might get him out the house.”

Accepting that arguing would get him nowhere, Franklin sat up right, glaring at Lamar.

“For fucks sake man, fine. I’ll go. Jus’ lemme throw on some clothes that ain’t the shit I wore to bed.”

Lamar grinned widely at him.

“Fuck yeah! Chop, let’s go wait in the car.”

The small dog trotted not too far behind Lamar’s long legs. Franklin wondered what force he disturbed that landed him in this position. He sighed, knowing that he wasn’t exactly a saint, so there wasn’t much to wonder at all. If this was his punishment then so be it. The car ride wasn’t too long, especially not after Franklin moving out of Strawberry to Vinewood Hills, making it easier for them to get there. Minimal traffic because of how early it was helped too. Lamar never dropped his grin, just happy to do his favorite thing with his favorite person. Who wouldn’t love watching the sunrise with their best friend? Especially seeing the way the sun lit his face up, a delicate smile on his face seeing an excellent sunrise and- Woah. Where’d that come from? Lamar figured it was just his excitement to see a particularly gorgeous sunrise, using that as an excuse for the feeling that sat in his gut. As soon as they pulled up to the spot, he bounced out of his seat, keeping the door open for Chop.

“We here homie!”

“Mhm.. so where the fuck’s the sunrise?”

“Patience Frank, patience.”

“But you jus’ fuckin’ bitched at me for the last half hour about how we was gon’ miss it! Fuck you mean patience?!”

“It’s coming! Don’t ruin a moment that’s gon’ be special, F.”

He grunted in Lamar’s direction, turning around to go play with Chop for the time being. The sunrise crept up, a ray of sunlight hitting Lamar in the eye. He blocked the light with his hand, hitting Franklin with his free one.

“Ay Frank, look!”

The sunrise that crawled up from the depths of the horizon shone in glimmers of gold and pretty shades of orange. Lamar smiled again.

“Man.. look at that. It’s beautiful ain’t it-“ He turned to face Franklin, who was caught in a trance. The sun hit his face just right, and he looked incredible. Like some sort of focused statue or whatever. It was alright to admire your homies like that, right? Nothin’ wrong with admiring a dude. Franklin turned back to answer him.

“Yeah, it sure is.. you good man?”

Lamar coughed slightly, shifting his weight onto one of his feet.

“Uh.. yeah man, just thought I saw a bug crawling on yo face or sum’. But damn, I’m glad we caught this.”

“Me too. But I’m still pissed you dragged me outta bed so fuckin’ early.”

“Man what’d I say? Don’t bitch while we havin’ a moment!”

Franklin only laughed and Lamar felt something in him stir. It was good to hear him laugh.

“So now what?”

“Well, if we leave now by the time we get back into the city some of them diners should be open for breakfast.”

“This early in the day?”

“Believe it or not Frank but the rest of society does their shit earlier than you. So ya, people eat this early.”

They went back to the car, with Chop riding shotgun this time. Franklin wanted to rest his eyes until they got to whatever food place Lamar was taking them to, earning a snarky comment from him. Lamar wanted to pick a decent place to eat and eventually settled on an old diner they went to as kids. He poked Franklin, reanimating him back to life.

“Look where we at dog.”

“Ohh shit, this that diner we used to go to after school everyday! It’s still in business?”

“Guess so man. Let’s go!”

“Wait! What about Chop?”

Shit. Right. Chop looked at the two men, tilting his head sadly.

“You wanna jus’ bring the food back to yo crib?”

“Eh fuck it. Why not.”

They decided on some basic breakfast food and brought it back to Franklin’s place. The big windows in his kitchen would illuminate the room well enough, and Lamar could value the view from there.

“So tell me Lamar, why’s it you only wanna go see the sunrise? You never mention watchin’ the sunset dog.”

“Ion really know myself homie. One day I just started gettin’ up early wit’ Chop to go walkin’ n shit.”

“Can we watch the sunset sometime then? I am tired of gettin’ up at the asscrack of dawn.”

“That’s cuz you ain’t get yo 9 hours dog.”

“Man, shut the fuck up. Who the hell gets 9 hours at our age? Bozo.”

“I’m just sayin’ maybe if you got some normal sleep for fuckin’ once you wouldn’t be such a GD grouch.”

“Whatever you say bro.”

The two finished their food in comfortable silence, with Franklin scolding Lamar at least once or twice for feeding Chop table scraps.

“So whatchu wanna do now?”

“We could always go catch a movie or sum’, maybe go see that Meltdown movie ya boy Mike was talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Yeah, I never did get the chance to go see it, with all the chaotic bullshit goin’ on.”

They left Chop at home after a long goodbye from Lamar, telling him that as soon as they got back that he would get all the treats in the world and all that other mushy shit. Franklin mocked the high-pitched voice he used to speak to Chop, earning a smack in the arm from Lamar.

They arrived for a matinee showing at the the theater closest to Franklin’s house, getting a bunch of complimentary snacks and some drinks. The movie was awful, but in a way that it was enjoyable to watch. A movie so bad it was good. Franklin kept leaning in to whisper to Lamar how corny the whole thing was, saying that it was definitely right up Michael’s alley. He ignored the closeness between him and his friend as best as he could, but he still shuffled in his seat awkwardly.

“Hey uh, Frank. I’mma go to the bathroom real quick, stretch my legs n shit.”

“Aight, see you in a minute homie.”

His walk to the bathroom felt stagnant, and when he got there all he could do was look at himself in the mirror. What the fuck was his problem right now?

“Get it the fuck together LD. It’s just Frank, it’s nothing weird. Chill out.” He spoke aloud to himself.

He splashed water in his face and walked back to the room showing Meltdown. The movie was almost over and Franklin didn’t make anymore comments. Lamar sighed inwardly, just wanting to get out of there already, despite the whole going-to-see-a-movie thing being his idea to begin with. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he did right now, and he didn’t know how to make it go away. Franklin leaned over to whisper in his ear once more, sending a chill down Lamar’s spine.

“Dog, this movie sucks and it’s almost over anyway, you wanna just get out of here?”

“Uh.. yeah, yeah. Chop’s prolly missin’ us right now anyway.”

Lamar drove them back this time, driving a lot faster than he should’ve been.

“Woah, homie slow down! What’s the fuckin’ rush for?!”

“I jus’.. Ion know I’m not feelin’ too hot right now and I really jus’ wanna get back to yo place. Maybe lie down or sum’..”

“That ain’t gon’ happen if we get in a fuckin’ car wreck though!”

He slowed it down a bit hearing Franklin’s concerned tone, frustrated by that feeling again. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. They pulled up into Frank’s driveway, Lamar nearly knocking over his recycling can, earning another disgruntled comment from Franklin.

“You been actin’ so weird bro, what’s goin’ on?”

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe the food we had jus’ not sittin’ right wit’ me.”

“Well, like you said go lie down or sum’. You wanna sleep in my bed for now? I’ll go take care of Chop or-“

“Uh sure, aight. I’mma go.. do that.”

Franklin looked at him like he had two heads, lifting a brow up in suspicion.

“Aight then, holla at me when you feel somewhat better.”

Lamar basically ran down the stairs to Franklin’s room, closing the door tight behind him. He slid down the door, looking straight ahead. Why did he feel so- so weird right now? He had a pleasant day overall with his best friend, what could possibly be bothering him?? He tossed his head back, making a small thud sound against the door. Groaning out loud, he did a walkthrough of today. He drove to Franklin’s, wanting to see the sunrise. Nothing unusual, this was a common thing they did. The sunrise was pretty, and lit everything up wonderfully. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Franklin wasn’t entirely a buzzkill when they made it there, if anything he looked tranquil, the sun making his brown eyes glow. Then what? They got food, which tasted just like how he remembered from when Frank and him were just teens. Went to a movie which they basically talked the whole way through, Franklin continuously whispering in his ear. His voice so low and close made him feel hot all over, but it was just because whispering was like that no matter who was doing it. So what the hell was his problem right now? He must not have noticed how long he was in there, because he heard a light tap at the door.

“Lamar? You good homie?”

He rushed to stand up, pretending like he just woke from a short nap.

“Uh, yeah dog, doin’ just fine. Think layin’ down helped.”

“Good. You want me to take you home or do you wanna stay here?”

Part of Lamar wanted to stay just to be around Franklin a little while longer. The other part of him wanted to run right out the door. He thought it over, and figured he might need time to himself. He didn’t think he had it in him to be around Franklin after such a strange day. At least, a strange day for him. Franklin was thankful for the fact they had one normal day to hangout without shenanigans on Lamar’s part… besides the way he had been acting up to now.

“I think I’mma jus’ head back.”

“Aight then.”

The car ride back was silent. Lamar felt like the air was suffocating him, like any minute he’d pass out. He shifted in his seat to look out the window, familiar streets coming up. He didn’t want to look at Franklin for some reason, turning away from him.

“Hey, we here.”

He sat up, getting ready to get out of the car, until Franklin grabbed his wrist. Lamar felt like he was burning him with the contact.

“Ay man, what the fuck’s your problem today?”

“I already told you, it was the food or sum’, chill out dog.”

He loosened his grip, looking unsatisfied with his answer.

“Man fine, but if you hidin’ somethin’ from me I wanna fuckin’ know.”

“I’m not, I promise you.”

“You better not be, you mysterious bitch. Remember, you dragged me out of bed to hangout today.”

He winced, feeling guilty somehow.

“Yeah F, I know.”

Lamar looked back at his house, not wanting to get caught in Franklin’s death stare.

“I’ll see ya later or sum’ Frank.”

“See ya homie.”

He turned back, watching Franklin drive away. Torn between a relieved mood, and a pang of loneliness. As he walked inside his house, he slammed the door in frustration. Franklin and him were on the same page- he didn’t know why he was acting the way he was. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he went to a last resort to get an idea of something. That stupid psychic shoutout website that was growing in popularity. At least it was free.

Hello. What brings you to Miss Marcy’s site?

fuck you think, lady. help me out here

What with?

some fuckin explanation for why i feel weird rn

Were you just with a friend?

uh yeah

kinda why i’m here to begin with

I see. How close are you to said friend?

well, he like a brother to me ig? idk

never thought 2 deeply abt it.

A family friend? Hmm… I’m seeing the letter F, or T.

damn, you kinda good. it’s f

Wait a minute, I’m getting another letter. L!

yeah! my name starts with l!

You wouldn’t happen to be… I see it now… Lamar?

woah, you really fuckin good lady.

Well, I know I’m a psychic, but I have a feeling I spoke to your friend already.

you did?

Since when did Franklin visit stupid sites like this? He felt a blush creeping onto his face, wondering if Franklin might’ve been in the same boat as him at some point.

Yes. I think I have the answer to your problem, Lamar

please.

anything’ll help

Are you absolutely sure you want to hear it?

When I spoke to your friend, he didn’t seem too pleased with what I had to say.

c’mon lady don’t be a cocktease rn i need help

Well… okay.

You love him.

uh duh

he’s my best friend

why wouldn’t i?

No, I mean

You’re… *in* love with him.

His jaw went slack. He stared blankly at the screen. What?

the fuck?

uh no

ain’t no way.

I’m seeing a long time friendship. Lots of pining.

you ain’t seeing shit lady

u got it wrong

I knew you would say this - you can be mad at me all you want, but think it over

seriously, just think it over.

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“Fuck.” He whispered to himself.

“Fuck!”

He tossed his phone across the room onto his worn down couch. That didn’t solve his problem. If anything, it just made it worse. Love? Franklin? Him? What the fuck was that bitch smoking? He threw his palms over his face, groaning. He didn’t wanna think about what the fuck she meant. Because there was no way in hell he was in love with Frank. He couldn’t be. That was his day one. His best friend. That would be wrong, right? He paced around his living room, mind racing too quick for his liking. That couldn’t be the explanation for today. No way. That’s just ridiculous. There’s no way… no way he-

Then he thought about it. Like, really thought about it. The gears in his head were running at full speed now.

“Oh shit.”

//end of pt 1!!!!! this is already long as is, and i think i’m gonna finish it in another part or so. apologies for any grammatical errors ofc 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

#grand theft auto 5 #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #unrequited love #one sided pining #pining #framar

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mudhorn-djarin19 · 3 years

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Snowed In (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: A snowstorm has hit after a mission trapping you and your partner Agent Whiskey in the freezing cold safe house. The weather brings you two closer together. Rating: Explicit/mature Warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, mutual pining AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my tag list via here!

Champ had given you and your partner Agent Whiskey a mission in northern Canada in the middle of winter. You had just finished the mission and were back at the designated safe house typing up your report of the mission whilst the local news played in the background. You could make out they were saying something about the weather a bit when Jack grabbed the remote to turn it up.

“Record breaking amounts to come in tonight. Could last up to several days.” The news anchor said.

“Sounds like we might be gettin’ snowed in here and have to stay longer than planned darlin’. No way we’ll be able to drive out of here if it snows as much as they’re callin’ for.” Jack says. “Yea. At least I’m with good company.” You smile at your partner who smiles back.

You and Jack had been partners for some time now and over the course of that time you had succumbed to this charms but he didn’t know that. You had fallin’ head over heels for the cowboy but, you never had the courage to really say anything about it. Usually playing off your flirtations or how his flirtations made you feel with something to do with the mission. At least if you were going to be snowed in with someone it’s someone whose company you enjoyed but man if you didn’t wish you were already a couple so you could enjoy the snowy weather together cuddling. You sigh and shook your head, heading off to go take a shower.

****

Later that evening you and Jack are curled up on the sofa. The snow had started to fall down, already building up several inches. You two were definitely going to be stuck here for a while if it kept up. Thankfully you packed well, had good company and the safe house was well stocked with any necessities. Jack had cooked you both soup to keep warm and had turned on an old favorite movie of his that happened to be playing on tv. After a good while of chatting and watching tv you both decided to call it for the night and go to bed. The safe houses thankfully had separate beds but shared rooms. You’ve shared rooms before since you were partners and went on many missions together so it was no problem to not have your own private space. “Don’t keep me up with your snoring tonight.” You picked at him as you crawled into your bed. “Hey, I don’t snore!” Jack responded back. “One of these days I am going to record you and prove to you that you do.” You chuckled. He rolled his eyes and crawled into his own bed before turning off the light. The snowstorm outside had picked up steam and was causing the wind to howl and make the house even colder. You shivered in your bed, curling up into a ball as best as you can and pulling the blankets around you to keep warm. You had on long thick pants and a big hoodie too to keep in the warmth however, nothing was seeming to work. “Jack?” You whispered. “Hm?” He groaned, half asleep. “What is it?” “I…um… I’m really cold. Do we have any extra blankets?” You ask. “I think in the closet out in the foyer.” He replies, crawling out of bed. “I’ll grab them for you. Stay put.” He returns with two blankets and places them over you before returning to his bed. A bit longer passes and you are still freezing. You start to wonder just how cold out it is and if the heating in this old safehouse actually works. You know you had turned it up before you both went to bed. “Jack?” You whisper again. Hoping he’s still awake. “Hm?” He replies. “I-I’m still cold. Are you cold or am I just crazy?” You chuckle lightly. “I’m okay for now. Come here.” He says. You get up, a blanket wrapped around you and waddle over to his bed. He scoots over and lifts one side of his blanket up for you to crawl under. You do so and snuggle in next to him. “Better?” He asks and smirks.

You already feel warmer, just from the heat his body radiates off of him. You nod and get snuggled in under the blankets next to him as you lay on your side, back facing him.. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. You yelp in surprise.

“Sorry darlin’... uh I'm not crossing any boundaries here am I? Just want to keep you warm. Can’t have my partner freezing on me. Can’t do missions alone.” He chuckles.

“N-no it's okay. I was just surprised. Thank you.” You say as you borrow yourself into his chest with your back a bit more. You stay snuggled in close to him, breathing in his musky scent wafting from him. You and Jack were close but never figured you were close enough to do this type of stuff. Yeah you are only doing it cause the cold and he cares about you as a partner but still you are surprised. You stay wrapped in his arms for a bit but continue to shiver. Jack sighs and removes his arm from you to sit up a bit, removing his shirt before laying back down and bringing you back into his embrace. “You know what they say is a good thing to do when freezing…? Take off all your clothes and huddle together. Soak in each other’s body heat.” He chuckles and you can tell just from his voice he is smirking too.

You aren’t sure what to say. Holy shit… did Jack just suggest that you both cuddle… naked?! You gulp in response and stay silent.

“What ya say? Want to give it a shot?” He says, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “O-okay.” You say and sit up removing your clothes, while Jack shuffles the rest of his clothes off. You both shuffle back under the covers and Jack immediately wraps his arm back around your torso, bringing you flush against his chest. Damn maybe this theory he mentioned was correct. You sigh in content at the overwhelming warmth you feel radiating from him. You both stay silent for a bit until you shift a bit and accidentally grind your butt against Jack. He groans in response. You stay still for a second processing what just happened. Is Jack… hard? You shift again and grind your butt against him slightly. Jack’s hand slides down to your hip and holds you against him firmly.

“Darlin’... you might want to stop that unless you want to warm up a whole ‘nother way” He groans.

Your eyes widen slightly in shock. So he is hard. Was it cause he was attracted to you? Got that way thinking of someone else laying here with you? You reach your arm behind you, dragging your fingers up into his hair and tug gently. “And what if I do?” You ask.

Jack audibly gulps and grinds into you. “Uh…” He isn’t sure where to start. He wasn’t expecting to get hard laying next to you, you to notice it, nor you go along with his goofy plan for warmth which seems to be working. “Sugar?” He questions. You roll back against him, tilting your head and press a kiss to his lips with a chuckle. “Jack… you really are oblivious huh? I thought you’d be smarter working for Statesman.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“I’ve had feelings for you for a while now. I just slightly hid them because I was nervous.” You reply, running your fingers through his hair a bit.

Jack places a kiss to your forehead. “Darlin’ you ain’t ever gotta be nervous around me cause hell you make me nervous. I’ve had feelings for you a while now too.” He chuckles. You kiss his lips again and smile into it. “I’m glad we finally got that out there. Now warm me up cowboy. Please. I’m still cold.” You giggle and grind your butt against him again.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice sugar.” He says. He hooks an arm under your knee and brings your leg over his hip. His cock brushes against your folds, coating himself in your wetness before he slowly pushes into you. You both moan in response. He bottoms out inside of you and places a kiss against your neck. Holding your waist with his one hand to help guide you, his other hand laying underneath you sneaks around to cup your breast. You both still for a minute just reveling in each other’s presence. Jack slowly starts to pull out leaving just the tip before he pushes back in, keeping a slow pace. He places gentle kisses on your neck, his mustache tickling your neck. You giggle at the feeling. Your hand in his hair continues to stay there and gently pull at the strands. You other hand slides down to your core, teasing your clit while he continues to pump in and out of you. Jack continues to pump in and out of you, teasing your breasts and covering your neck in kisses and marks. Working at your clit you feel your release building up. “J-Jack…” You groan, working your hand faster.

“Let go sugar. Come on.” He groans into your ear, picking his pace up a bit. A few more thrusts into you and your coming undone around him, moaning in response. He continues to fuck you through your release working close to his own.

“Where do you want me?” He groans.

“Inside. I’m on the pill.” You say.

“Fuck…” Jack moans as ropes of his cum fill you. He slows his thrusts but doesn’t pull out. He curls his arm that was on your hip around your waist and kisses you cheek. “Warmed up now darlin’?” He chuckles.

You feel the sheen of sweat on both your bodies and nod with a chuckle. “Yes very.” “Good. Warmed me up too. I think I’ll stay like this for the night. I’m very comfy…” He mumbles burying his face into your neck.

You smile and rub his arm wrapped around you. It doesn’t take long once both comfy and now finally warm to fall asleep. **** You awake in the morning with a stretch. The sun peeking through the windows had awoken you. You look down and see Jack’s arm still wrapped tight around you. His snores coming from behind you. You smile at the sight. Finally happy to be over your nervousness and having gotten your feelings out. Last night was great too… oh shit last night. You lift the covers and look down at you two still connected. You chuckle and roll back slightly against him to press a kiss to his cheek. Jack’s snores stop and he shifts, blinking his eyes open. “Mhmm mornin’ darlin’...” He says. “Morning. Sleep well? I keep you warm?” You giggle.

“Mhmm very much.” He says squeezing you slightly. “Might have to keep each other warm again tonight… if not the next few nights depending on how much snow hit us.” He says into your neck before pressing a kiss.

“Fine by me. I like being kept warm. Especially if it’s by you cowboy.” He chuckle. “Maybe we can find some new but similar ways to warm up.”

“Mhmm I like the idea of that sugar. Let’s hope we got hit with a lot of snow.” He says. “But for now. I’d like to just stay here in the comfort of our combined warmth. I don’t want to leave anytime soon…”

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hadtochangemyurlquick · 3 years

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thoughts on hurt/comfort fics?

@takingthehighwayhome this is for you and for you anon. i'm extremely tired which is why the quality is less than my usual but! it is something! and i did want to write something today!

there is no consistent tone, i have not read it, and you know. yeah.

so here's some thoughts on hurt/comfort fics motherfucker.

Toni hadn’t been sleeping.

At first it was easy to ignore, they would curl into each other and Shelby would let that steady heartbeat rock her to sleep. And if she noticed Toni’s breathing never evened out it wouldn’t bother her—she could just be going to sleep after Shelby.

But Toni was always awake when Shelby was, nightmares that slammed her awake into Toni’s arms—eyes carrying hers through the storm. Always Toni was was awake.

And it was weird because she was still Toni. She was still fidgety and moving and filled with constant energy, she couldn’t sit still and she couldn’t relax—she was Toni. How was it possible that with no sleep, she was still Toni?

Martha was no help, as per usual. It was one of those rare moments they got alone, Toni hopping to the nearby 7/11 to get Taki’s and Gatorade, the rest of the unsinkables with her or doing their own thing.

“You know how she told me about her mom?” Shelby asked. “It was to win an argument. Now she won’t even complain about a bad night’s sleep.”

Martha, still on the hospital bed, was silent.

“And I know it’s not just a bad night’s sleep, but I know it ain’t healthy. Did she have trouble sleeping at yours?”

Shelby sighed and took Martha’s hand. “What if she’s got it in her head to stay awake until you wake up? That’d be very stupid and like her, huh?”

If it were some kinda emotional kids movie, Martha woulda squeezed her hand. She didn’t.

Shelby knew the hospital chairs weren’t comfortable, but they were more comfortable than sand. And she knew the ICU waiting room wasn’t quiet, but it was quieter than the pounding waves of the ocean and the screeching of distant animals.

And Toni would wrap an arm around her and even if Shelby was determined to stay up until she fell asleep, that steady heartbeat would lull her into almost as deep a coma as Martha was stuck in.

Maybe Martha had the right idea, maybe after their ordeal they all just needed to conk out for a few days.

Days or weeks, as in Martha’s case.

Martha was getting worse and Toni was too. Gatorade became red bull, and Fatin’s usual remarks became Toni’s outbursts, screaming at her in waiting room until she stormed out, Shelby sighing after her.

“Statistically,” Nora said. “She’s still more likely to survive. Even with how long it’s been.”

“She doesn’t even know we’ve been rescued,” Leah said. “Why the fuck would she want to wake up.”

“I know what to do,” everyone looked at Dot. “There’s an issue with Rachel’s blood transfusion so Leah and Nora need to stay here, and Fatin and I need to stay with Martha. Shelby, can you grab Toni to pick up Leah’s medical records from her house?”

“There’s an issue with Rachel’s blood transfusion?” Nora asked.

“Leah has the closest actual bed,” Dot said.

“I don’t think Toni will go for it,” Shelby said. “She’s never gone that far from Martha’s side before.”

“Figure it out,” Fatin threw a set of keys at her.

It was a simple order, and one Shelby wasn't completely sure she was capable of following. But she went after Toni anyway, pacing the ground outside the hospital stewing.

“Toni,” Shelby said.

“Do not take Fatin’s side,” Toni spat. “I don’t give two fucks if—“

“There was a problem with Rachel’s blood transfusion,” Shelby said. “We have to get Leah’s medical records, let’s go.” She grabbed Toni’s hand and dragged her to Fatin’s car, unlocking it and swinging in.

“Why do we need Leah’s medical records?”

Shelby started the car, driving as quickly as she could.

“She’s donating the new blood,” Shelby said. “She’s o-neg.”

“She’s a-positive.”

“No, Nora’s a-positive.”

“Nora’s AB,” Toni said. “Why the fuck are you lying to me.”

“We’re going sixty you can’t jump out of the car.”

Toni looked like she might scream, instead her hand went through the glove compartment, punching a dent that’d make Fatin very upset.

“Now you have to take me back to the hospital,” Toni said.

“That’s a bruise, not a break, don’t be a wimp.”

“Negative energy is the biggest obstacle to patient recovery.”

Shelby stepped on the gas.

Leah had texted her parents or something because the door was unlocked and the house was empty when they got there, Shelby dragging Toni to Leah’s room.

“You’re gonna sleep,” Shelby said.

“Are you gonna make me?” Toni asked, putting her chin up.

“If I have to,” Shelby crossed her arms.

They glared at each other for a moment before Toni lost, sitting on the bed, her fingers curling in the quilt, as she looked at her vans.

“I’m not—not tired,” Toni tried. “I just—what if I wake up and she’s dead?”

Shelby took her hand, the undamaged one.

“Faber was aiming for you,” Toni said. “And I’m relieved that he missed. I’m a horrible sister.”

“You’re not,” Shelby said. “I’m relieved he missed too. Don’t that make me a horrible friend?”

“I wish he hit me instead,” Toni said. “Why did Fatin have me get Rachel and Nora out? Why? I could’ve been there—I could’ve—”

“Died,” Shelby said. “And you know where I’d be? Texas, some camp gettin’ brainwashed.”

“That’s not true.”

Shelby snorted, nothing was funny about it. “Yes it is. You know where’d Martha’d be?”

“Not needing to be told to sleep like a fucking toddler?”

“Maybe,” Shelby said. “Or maybe she’d be here too, too worried about everyone else and not even able to think about catching a wink herself. Both of y’all are very stubborn, you know. I love that about both of you.”

“Did you just say I love you for the first time to guilt trip me into sleeping?” Toni asked.

“Yes,” Shelby said.

“Fuck you.”

Toni didn’t bother taking off her shoes, plopping them on Leah’s quilt, getting it messy in some weird form of revenge.

“I’m not gonna be able to sleep in the middle of the day,” Toni said.

Shelby pulled down the blinds. “I’ll be back in a few to check in. If you aren’t asleep I’ll dump you.”

Toni scoffed and Shelby shut the door behind her. She waited an hour, knowing Toni wouldn’t have the patience to stay up that long, and peeked behind the door.

She was asleep, finally, arm thrown over her eyes, and Shelby sat down beside her, taking her hand in case any monsters arrived in that late afternoon Shelby’d needed to fight off alone. She was strong enough to do it. Toni was strong enough to let her.

Twenty minutes away, a girl’s brain signals spiked, as her body began to long process of healing itself.

#goodfoe fanfic #goodfoe #the wilds fanfic #the wilds #gus writes #gus answers #shoni

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cosmic-lavender · 3 years

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Stability Chapter 4

Otis driftwood x Reader

(I do not own these gifs)

Authors note:~ Quick reminder please be aware of any triggers that may make you uncomfortable when proceeding with the story, which is not limited to hateful terminology (I tried to be as accurate as possible with the dialogue in the movie), mentions of non-con, sexual situations, and violence.~

Saying Baby and Otis enjoyed having hostages would be an understatement, the stress of everything that happened in the last 24 hours took a toll on them, and these poor folks were just the people to help take out some of that stress. “Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these” Baby sang and danced around the motel room to the forced audience, while her brother sat in the chair across from the group pointing a gun at them. Roy tried to avert his eyes from Baby’s dancing and cower with his wife, but it was slightly difficult with her pushing her tits right in his face.

Otis took this opportunity to further provoke the man. “Hoss, are you staring at my sister thinking bad thoughts?” he asked him, pointing the gun at the four of them. “No,” he replied with a shake in his voice. " Well, why not? are you a faggot?” Otis asked him looking at him slightly sideways "No” said Roy, "Well, what are ya then? I mean you got this hot, piece of ass shaking her shit right in front of you and you're not getting any ideas. What do you call that?" "I'm a married man,” he replied. "Wow!” Baby yelled, waving her hands in the air, “a married man!" "Well, shit” Otis exclaimed “I'm married too! look at us, that's just great! Let's give him a big round of applause, folks for the married man! come on! Oh, man ain't married life just great? You should see my wife Hoss she's got the best part of tits on her whew shit".

Otis looked down at the gun in his hand after that last comment, the hand that had the matching scar that you had on your left hand. He slowly used his thumb to caress the lifted scar tissue. Fuck he missed you, no he ached for you. He trusted you and knew that you could take care of yourself, but the idea that he didn't know where you were and when he was going to find you.. that didn't sit well with him. God, he missed the smell of your hair when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. His large hands gripping your locks as he pressed y/h/c into his nose. The little laughs you would do when he startled you and grabbed you from behind. He took those moments for granted, he knows that now and he regrets it. He thought back to the last night you spent together before you all had to flee. You had helped picked that nights victim earlier that day, you had been at work when a group of young men had entered the gas station, they looked like a group of tourists just passing through,

“Hey waitress why don’t you make yourself useful and go see what’s taking my fucking chicken?” one of them snapped at you while picking up random items and putting them down. “ I’m not your waitress but I can go see what’s taking so long for you,” you replied through gritted teeth, “ thanks sweet cheeks,” he said as he slapped your ass when you walked by. Well needless to say Otis was not happy when he heard that occurred, you had taken down the license plate before they took off and gave it to him as soon as you got in the truck. After heading home and grabbing Rufus, the boys searched the nearest motel for the make and plates of the car. When they found them they kidnapped them and dragged them back to the house. It was a bloodbath, you and the rest of the family took no mercy on the boys, tearing them apart all night.

Eventually, it ended up just being you two in the basement, Baby had long gone upstairs to play dress-up with one of the boys. Otis held the victim that had slapped you on the ass while you stabbed him over and over again, right in the side of the neck then the chest, and later under the armpit, while this occurred Otis screamed words of encouragement to you hyping you up during this assault. By the end you both were a bloody heaving mess, your heart was fluttering like a hummingbird, blood was splattered all over the both of you. You turned to him with your chest heaving heavily, “Otis” you painted still holding the knife, you let it fall to the ground with a clang “ yeah sugar” he walks over to you and grabs your face with his blood-soaked hands lifting your face to look at him, running his finger over your lips, mixing the red lipstick on your lips with the red on his hands, “what do you want from your almighty devil”?.

Seeing the look in his eyes you knew that the devil that lived in him was front and center, this didn’t scare you though, oh no quite the opposite. You closed your eyes for a second, before opening them and looking him straight in his ” you’re the almighty devil, and I want you to make me your fucking whore” with that last sentence you took his blood-soaked thumb into your mouth and sucked on it before letting it out with a pop. He sucked in air sharply before grabbing the back of your neck and shoving you down toward the floor “ on your knees like my good whore”. You happily obliged, kneeling in front of him you took his large member in your blood-soaked hand and inserted it into your mouth. Never breaking eye contact you bobbed your head up and down until you milked every single drop from him. Grabbing your hair he turned your head upward at him, you smiled with your face a mixture of blood and semen, “ such a beautiful good whore”.

“You said you’re married?” This question came from Adam still cowering behind the ladies and Roy on the bed. This question snapped him out of his fond memory and forced him to look toward them. “ Yeah I did, why is that shocking? are you saying that an ugly fuck like me couldn't score a hot piece of ass like my wife?” “no no no that’s not it” “ Then what is it hm? You got something to say to me?, Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin' Mark Twain shit, 'cause it's gettin' chiseled on your tombstone.” “ I just .. does your wife know you do things like this?” asked Roy, raising his voice a little, Gloria gasped and lightly gripped his arm, shushing him.

"Woooo man! getting a little bold there Roy! Such a big brave man all of a sudden, showing off in front of the misses there hm?" Otis said, pointing the gun at Gloria, he got quiet for a second after that, lowering the gun and thinking to himself "All right. okay, mama, front and center, on your feet.". Gloria and Roy looked back at each other confused. "okay, come on, Mama. Take that shit off, let's see what's been holding Hoss's balls at attention all these years" "what … " Gloria asked looking back at Roy then at Otis," What? Take off your clothes, or one of these assholes is going to die. Come on, come on". Gloria stands and shakily takes off her top and pants leaving her in her underwear, "shit, way to go, Roy! she ain't too bad. She got a tight little ass on her!" Baby exclaimed.

Otis grabbed Gloria bringing her to him, why did Roy get to enjoy his wife while he couldn't? Naw fuck that, fuck Roy, fuck the world for taking you away. "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me" Gloria begged as Otis pulled her real close in running the gun all up and down her leg and stomach "you like this, don't ya? Say "Yes, I do. " You like that, don't ya? Say "Yes, I do. " Yes, I do. Yes, I do". Gloria tried to look at the ground but Otis pointed the gun at her temple warning her to start compiling "Yes, I... I do".

"You like they don't ya? Hmm huh, mamas" *grunts* "yes yes I do" you moaned as Otis grabbed both your breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could. The messy blow job was just the beginning, after you smiled at him with your sinfully filled mouth he had scooped you up and pressed you up against the nearest wall. You moaned again as he pounded into you and bit your teeth into his shoulder earning a deep pornographic growl from him and causing Otis to thrust into you even harder and faster. "Give me some sugar mama, oh yeah make it sweet" he whispered onto your lips before roughly kissing you, you opened your mouth wider to deepen the kiss and he took this opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth. You pulled back to gasp for air after the intrusion on your mouth and before you had a chance to catch your breath, you kissed him again but this time it was soft and gentle, he pushed into you slower now and less violently. He lazily nipped your bottom lip, pulling it back some, he rested his forehead on yours and stared into your eyes as he finished with a few final thrusts.

"Okay. Okay, now. Give me some sugar. Make it sweet. Don't want me to tense up my trigger finger. My finger's getting tense... I want you to say, "You're the almighty devil, and I want you to make me your fucking whore. " Come on, say it. I know it. I know you're feeling it. Say it.". Otis at this point had forced Gloria into a kneeling position after violating her with the pistol. The whole scene was a vile obscene site, he suddenly grabbed her again roughly pulling her up towards him, " fucking … say it" "You're... the... almighty... devil and I want you... to make me your... fucking whore" she splattered barely getting the words out. Otis laughed and shoved her back toward the bed " you fucking make me sick". This site causes Baby to bust out laughing "Woo-hoo! I feel like we're all getting to know each other now". " All right, ladies" her brother exclaims, "I and the boys have an errand to run. We'll be back in a little while. Come on, Hoss, move it. Come on, shit stain! Gotta go! Come on! God damn it!".

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #thedevilsrejects #the devils rejects

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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Klaus Hargreeves x Powered Reader

-Watch and Learn-

Warnings: buffoonery ensues, fun times

This gif is beautiful and represents the reader v well.

Masterlist

Do you realize shoplifting is bad, yes. Are you about to do it on a dare, also yes. You see, Klaus has been up to no good recently, you put it up to his desperation for your complete and undivided attention.

For about a month you were over in Australia visiting an old friend, and your poor Klaus was left all alone to fend for himself, for 30 whole days. You were honestly surprised that your apartment didn’t burn down, or look incredibly trashed with random street cats walking around it.

Amazingly enough, everything was intact, but oh man did Klaus miss you. For the first day he wouldn’t even leave your side. The two of you laying on the couch and Klaus couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not that you minded, he was needy and very handsy that night. So let’s just say, no movie watching was happening.

But back to your current situation, here you are outside a high end clothing store, and you’ve never been more ready in your whole life.

“Remember the goal Y/N, some shiny bracelets, sunglasses, a pricy pricy shirt, and something special for, muah.” Klaus purred sweetly in your ear trying to throw you off, but you remain unflinching and determined.

“Piece of cake, this will be a record haul.” You tell him with a mischievous smirk as he grins back at you.

The two of you casually walk into the store, you’ve put on your long blonde wig and dark sunglasses to better conceal your identity if things did in fact go south. Klaus didn’t try much to disguise himself as he walked in looking like some carefree wanderer, but then again, he’s the distraction.

He walks to the nearest group of employees and begins an over dramatic display of fascination for a certain hat that is laying a top a mannequins head. You make a beeline for the jewelry, finding your prize and nonchalantly sliding them into your inner jacket pocket. Easy money. Next you practically glide over to the sunglasses, looks around you before snatching your favorite pair, ripping off the tag and placing them casually into your coats inner pocket. Yours now.

You scan the store for the shirt isle, easily enough your eyes land down an isle to your left where you let out muffled snort. Klaus now has dark glassed Harry Potter looking specs as well as a fancy cowboy type hat. All in all he looks relatively good, like a sexy desert traveler who’s about to steal some hearts. A smile forms onto your face as you briefly watch him keep up his dramatic act of being the best shoplifting distraction you could have asked for.

Turning back to the pricy isle of shirts that altogether probably cost more then your car, well that is if you actually payed for it. You continue forward, your eyes scanning over the silk and leather fabrics, over ones encrusted with jewels and animal fur that you’re hoping is just fux fur. Your keen eyesight finally stills onto a gorgeous Gucci sweater that practically screams take me. You glance up and find where the nearest security cameras are, spotting them, you pull your attention back to the task at hand. You run your hands down the sleeves and swiftly tug, the sweater comes off the rack and makes a quick descent towards the polished tiled ground.

As sly as a fox you kneel onto the tiled floor, picking it up and sliding it into your coat where it’s completely hidden from any prying eyes that might not be minding their own business. With a smirk you stand up, taking the empty rack and calmly sliding on a new sweater that you found at the local thrift store, that’s been patiently waiting for its next clothing rack. You turn down the isle watching Klaus sweet talk an employee who seems to be under his little spell. You can’t help it when your jaw clenches in subconscious jealousy, you know it’s all for show but still, only you get that adorable smile and emerald eyes that at least they can’t see due to his current fashion statement.

Shaking those thoughts away, you ground yourself again to what you and Klaus actually came here for. Now to find something special for your man, scanning over the brightly lit store your eyes widen in excitement at the beautiful jewel encrusted golden snake necklace that only queens of Egypt should be allowed to possess. You coolly walk over to the necklace, your nerves racing in a bustle of excitement as you make it to the glass case that surrounds it. You shift your eyes once to the left and then once to the right, surveying the area for any intruders. No ones in the nearest proximity due to Klaus’ amazing ability to draw in a crowd practically anywhere.

“Oh and look at you, Klaus is gonna love you, not as much as me but hmm you are one beautiful snake.” You whisper to the glimmering metal hiding behind the stores attempt at a security precaution. Reaching out your hand you simply use your power and defy the laws of what humans should be able to do. Your hand phases through the see through glass where you promptly pick up the dazzling trinkets made for royalty. You silently stick it into your bra and turn around, making your way down the isle and towards Klaus and his crowd of high end retail workers.

You walk past him and give him a wink, he takes the subtle hint, says his goodbyes and trails after you towards the doors. You slow down your pace so he can catch up, a sudden arm slings over your shoulders as he kisses the side of your cheek.

“My dear you would not believe what a bunch of kiss-asses those guys are. Enough to match Luther honestly.”

“Well you seemed to be handling them just fine from what I could see.”

“Huh yeah, they thought my tattoos where interesting.”

“They did, didn’t they.”

“Ohhh were you...were you, gettin a lil jealous Y/N?”

“What? Jealous of a couple of blonde bimbos, you need your eyes checked babe.” Klaus lets out a laugh as he opens the stores door for you. You avoid eye contact, your frustration slowly building until he reaches for your open hand. The contact and the way that he leans into your side instantly calming your agitation once again.

“Alright fine. That was admittedly mean and unnecessary, and yeah okay I was a tad bit jealous...but come on Klaus. You make me feel things.”

“Aww Y/N you’re so cute, my little thief. So watcha get?”

“Oh some of this some of that. I’ll show you when we get back to the apartment. I’m gonna have to come back later and destroy the security footage.”

“Oh right, that silly thing those pricey stores like to do. Security cameras.”

“Ruining fun for burglers since they were invented by some paranoid prick.”

“Eh they have their uses.” Suddenly his attention snaps over to a hotdog vendor further down the sidewalk, “Oh hey, you want a street sausage...and I’m not talking about mine..ah Jesus Y/N I was kidding don’t hit me.”

“Klaus.”

“You have a strong arm. It was a serious question before you assaulted me.”

“Babe we have stuff that’s worth more then the building we live in. We should just go home, we have leftover Thai in the fridge.” Klaus abruptly halts the both of you, shifting your body so he can rest his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes, his face shifting into a pleading expression.

“But my tum tum is grumbling...listen to it Y/N...it says feed me or I’ll die of hunger.”

“Wow I didn’t realize you could speak stomach. Klaus you are truly full of surprises.” You deadpan with lack of facial movement but a low sigh coming from your parted lips.

“Do not antagonize me woman this is serious.” He gives you the biggest and most adorable puppy eyes, trying with all of his might to sway you to the dark side. You roll your eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. His eyes go wide in excitement, knowing he’s won you over with his usual Klaus charm.

“My lovely lady, you are a gem among the city sewage.”

“Thanks Klaus. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“That’s what I do babes.” Replies Klaus with a quick kiss to your lips before he drags you over to the vendor, that admittedly smells quit delicious if you’re being honest. He orders a simple dog for the both of you, actually paying for it himself to your great astonishment. Then he slathers his in toppings as you select a few of your own, then it’s through the city park to reach your apartment. The two of you and your concealed stolen goods, walking casually down the parks walking trail as you both happily munch on your hotdogs.

“Maybe I have too much on mine.” You have a look at Klaus who’s face is smeared with ketchup and mustard as he fumbles with is already messy napkin while you take another bite from your own hotdog in an attempt at concealing your laughter. “Seriously Y/N, it’s all over my face now, I’m a mess.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Ben don’t laugh..” Whines Klaus with a pout as he glances over at you who’s definitely losing your shit. “Okay fine, it was pretty funny.”

“You walked right into it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well Ben’s about to pee himself if you’d like to know so good job at that.”

“Thank you thank you I’ll be here all night.” You bow to no one in particular as Klaus finishes off the last bit of his hotdog. You hand him your napkin as you throw your dirty ones in the nearby trash can. Klaus doing the same, now looking much less of a mess, both on his face and hands. He swiftly catches up to you and practically throws himself onto you. You stagger to the side as his full weight begins dragging you downward towards the wet pavement, oh no you are not about to have his lanky ass get you all dirty. As a witches cackle escapes from your mouth you use your phasing abilities and a second later your idiot boyfriend has fallen onto the cold cement. He lets out a yelp as his hands reach out to catch his fall, he does a little tumble before sitting on the ground, a annoyed huff leaving his lips.

“Eww Y/N I was in you.” Whines Klaus as he picks himself up once again, you cross your arms and bite your lip in amusement.

“You didn’t think so this morning.”

“That was very different.”

“Yeah well your fatass was about to send me into the dirt. I happen to like this coat and would prefer to keep it looking snazzy.”

“Your snazzy can kiss my buns, I’m going home and then I can be in you...but not in that way.” He quickly adds as he reaches out for your hand, you gladly accept his appealing invitation and just like that the two of you make your way out of the park and towards the apartment building where some fun times await.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x you #falcor the luck dragon stories

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btsxmale · 4 years

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Hey, can i please request a jungkook oneshot where he wants his first time with his bf to be super romantic and perfect? He sets everything up with his favourite scents, mood lighting, music and lingerie but he keeps gettin interrupted. Or stuff keeps happening that kills the mood and his bf shows him that they dont have to have a perfect setting for a ~good~ time. You dont have to but top reader if you decide to make it nsfw 🙏

I don't have any confidence in my whole body so yeah👀

For some reason I'm not in the right mood to write anything 18+ recently so I hope this will do.

A Perfect Time

Jungkook is preparing himself to finally lose his virginity with his boyfriend

BTS (Jungkook) x Male Reader

Slight NSFW

One shot

"Jungkook! You have a delivery! Or two!" Jimin's excited voice could be heard across Jungkook's whole apartment as he stepped inside, stumbling on a big package. Jimin raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly due to curiosity. He hanged his jacket on a hanger, just to return his attention to the box on the ground. Jungkook, who was currently scanning the refrigerator after something to microwave, made a sudden turn and ran clumsily to the hallway, but not to greet Jimin.

"Don't touch it!" He yelled automatically as he saw Jimin's fingertips an inch away from the box. Jimin flinched at the sudden action, looking at Jungkook with curiosity in his eyes.

"Why not?" He asked, following Jungkook, who now carried the package, like a little duckling into the kitchen.

"It's... private things." He mumbled, turning his face away from Jimin to subtly hide a blush. He put the package down with ease on the kitchen counter, Jimin jumping to sit up next to it, trying to figure out what was inside. Jungkook suddenly turned to the older one with a confused expression.

"Did you say there was two deliveries?"

"I meant me of course." Jimin smiled an angelic smile as he put one hand on each side of his face, trying to look cute. Jungkook only chuckled a little at the other's action, returning to his search for food. Jimin, however, hadn't abandoned his mission to find out what Jungkook had ordered. Opening it without Jungkook noticing was next to impossible, but it was worth a shot. He inspected the box, trying to find a good place to try to open it. He found a spot, carefully removing the tape as quietly as possible, as Jungkook started to sing. Once it was completely removed, Jimin mentally screamed out of shock and excitement.

"Why are you so quiet?" Jungkook asked, noticing the silence that had fell over the kitchen as he stopped singing. He closed the refrigerator empty handed, gasping when he saw Jimin reading something on a white paper.

"Mens sexy floral stretch lace corset top with adjustable wide elastic strap-"

"Jimin!" Jungkook rushed forward to rip the paper out of the other's hands. He was redder than a tomato, avoiding eye contact as he angrily put the paper back into the box, closing it again.

"I told you not to touch it!" He scolded, still avoiding to look at the older. He couldn't, he didn't dare to look him in the eyes after that. Jeon Jungkook, had ordered a corset top.

"I'm sorry, I was so curious!" Jimin laughed, jumping down from the kitchen counter. Jungkook had no idea what to say. Should he scold him more? No, that wasn't necessarily. Should he explain why he bought it? No, definitely not. Jimin tried to calm down from laughing, while also having no idea what to say. He already apologised, and he didn't want to tease the maknae. They just stood in the kitchen, quietly. Jimin almost asked what it was for, but stopped himself to prevent any arguing between the two. He did feel a little bad, because Jungkook was not pleased.

The awkward silence was cut by a message. Jungkook sighed, slowly pulling out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He carefully read the notification, and gasped. Jimin lifted one eyebrow and crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation.

"You need to leave." Jungkook said shortly, while starting to push Jimin carefully out if the kitchen.

"What? I just arrived!" He whined, but not resisting Jungkook.

"Y/N said he's coming home early and I have a lot to prepare." Jungkook explained hurriedly, watching Jimin impatiently as he put on his jacket. Jimin figured what was going on, and it had to do with the package. He couldn't help but smirk as he opened the door, turning around to Jungkook.

"Good luck~" He teased, the maknae closing the door faster than Jimin could blink. He let out a heavy sigh, putting his face in his hands as his brain replayed the scenario that just happened in the kitchen. His face got red again, still embarrassed. Suddenly, his face shot up and he started to run to the package, remembering the message he got from his boyfriend just a moment ago. He had 30 minutes, then Y/N would come home. He grabbed the box, throwing it on the bed as he immediately stripped all his clothes off.

He put on the first item, a plain black thong. Then hurrying with the black fishnet stockings that reached far up on his thighs. He later saw the paper Jimin stole before. He sighed, picking up the black lace corset top. He prayed to God that Jimin hadn't actually seen that one. He carefully put it on, avoiding to look in the mirror until he was done with his outfit. He connected the top to the stockings with straps. Lastly he put on a black choker around his throat.

The tight material around his body felt good, he felt really sexy and he started to get excited just by the thought of what was going to happen later. He slowly turned around, starting to walk to the big mirror they had in their bedroom next to the door.

"Wow." He let out. He looked so incredibly good, every sane person would get turned on by the muscular little bunny. He inspected every inch of himself, dragging his fingers across his whole body. He smiled really big, he knew that Y/N was going to go crazy about him. Or, he didn't know, actually. Sex wasn't something they talked a lot about. They had never done it with each other, in fact, Jungkook had never done it with anybody. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just didn't have time and to be honest he was pretty scared. He knew Y/N had experience, and he really didn't want to disappoint him. Of course, they had done sexual things, but they had never gone as far as sex.

Jungkook didn't have time to relax after he changed into his outfit for the night. Now, he needed more stuff to make this perfect. He had ordered a perfume, COCO MADEMOISELLE by Chanel. He barely knew what it was, he just read that Ylang-Ylang fragrance was increadibly sexy and energises both men and women, so he bought it, hoping Y/N would like it. The problem was, he didn't remember where he put it. He had already searched through the whole bedroom and bathroom, but he found nothing. It was really silly, but he felt like crying. He sat down on the bed in defeat, trying to calm down. This was already a failure. Without a sexy scent, this couldn't go that well, right?

"Kookie?~" he suddenly heard echo through the apartment. His relaxed shoulders shot up and became tense as soon as he heard it.

"Y/N?" He asked while his heart was about to stop beating. Y/N couldn't be home yet, Jungkook wasn't even finished preparing!

"I bought some food. Maybe we can watch a movie later, huh?" Jungkook heard his boyfriend talk to him from the kitchen. He didn't know whether to breath incredibly fast or if he shouldn't breath at all.

"Don't come in here!" He yelled.

"What?" Jungkook heard his boyfriend's concerned voice coming closer to the bedroom. The door was about to open fully in just a few seconds. Instead of sitting quietly waiting for Y/N to walk in, Jungkook threw himself to the bedside to reach a controller. He quickly changed the yellowish bright light to a deep red one.

"Damn, what is this? This smells so good! Kookie? When did you buy this?" Y/N walled into the bedroom casually holding the perfume Jungkook searched for earlier.

"Holy..." Y/N managed to say as his gaze wandered from the bottle to the bed, where Jungkook lied.

"Jungkookie..." He mumbled, immediately feeling his pants become tighter. Jungkook blushed, staying quiet as he waited for Y/N's next move. Maybe this wasn't going to end badly after all? Jungkook started to relax after the short period of panic. He started to feel excited, horny by just the sight and thought of his boyfriend. It wasn't just that he imagined Y/N's hard cock moving inside of him, but he really wanted to go this far with him. He wanted to do everything other couples did. He wanted to get as close as he could to Y/N.

"I... don't know what to say." Y/N said, still not moving from his spot next to the door. Jungkook heard a sound from the lamp as the lights went out, turning the room black. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down but he couldn't. He already felt like crying thanks to that damn perfume, and now the light stopped working? He didn't dare to look Y/N in the eyes after this failure (he also lowkey couldn't since the room was dark now), so instead he curled up into a ball on the bed, hiding his face from his boyfriend.

"Hey? Baby?" Y/N carefully made his way to the smaller man, sitting down next to the miserable ball that was his partner.

"What's going on?" He asked, trying his best to avoid staring at Jungkook's underwear in this situation. Jungkook was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Today, when he was finally planning to actually have sex with the man he loved, everything had to go wrong. I mean, they were sitting in a dark, boring bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook sniffled, jumping into Y/N's arms as tears started streaming down his face. Y/N hugged him back, trying to focus on comforting his baby instead of the outfit he wore. Y/N let Jungkook calm down a little as he buried his face into the other's neck.

"Nothing worked." He sniffled. Y/N placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, pushing him away from him to be able to get eye contact. Seeing his boyfriend with a pout on his lips, messy hair and such a sexy outfit made his dick twitch.

"I... tried to get a nice setting. So... so we could have sex." Jungkook blushed and avoided Y/N's gaze.

"We don't need a perfect setting." Y/N said, putting a hand on top of Jungkook's thigh.

"You're here, I'm here. That's the only thing we need." He smiled.

"So this outfit wasn't-"

"The outfit is a plus. HUGE plus. I mean, it made me like this as soon as I laid eyes on you." Y/N said, taking Jungkook's hand and guiding it to his crotch. Jungkook felt his boyfriend's warm and hard cock through the fabric of his pants, getting even more horny himself. The thong he wore started to get tight, as blood flowed faster than light to his own dick. He began massaging Y/N's cock, earning a soft groan from him, which made Jungkook crazy with desire. He was so in love with the man, and so horny, that a simple sound would make him lose his shit.

"Baby when did you get so hard?~" Y/N asked, reaching out to touch Jungkook's hard cock with only one finger. Jungkook, who was a little embarrassed, threw himself on top of Y/N.

"Wow, kookie~" He smirked, Jungkook still hadn't realised what he did. They were completely still, Y/N waiting for Jungkook to do something, but he didn't know what. The idol wanted to just rip off his boyfriend's pants, but he wanted to take this slow. He sought his way to Y/N's lips, immediately started to make out. Y/N put a hand in Jungkook's hair, pushing their mouths as close as possible. Their tongues danced and traded saliva while Y/N moved his left hand to Jungkook's butt. As he squeezed, he could hear, and feel, Jungkook softly moan into his mouth. They were getting hot, their hard members touching each other's, Y/N's hand on Jungkook's ass, and their hot make out session, made them both lose their minds. They lost track of time, did they make out for one minute or seven minutes? It didn't matter.

Jungkook felt like he was in good hands, literally.

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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a little bit of curve

Hi! This is for everyone who wanted Daddy!James pulling Twink!Steve’s bikini bottoms to the side... Threw in a couple more as well. Hope you love!

Steve has never seen James let loose before but it’s a sight to be seen. In any other setting he has such a steely exterior, never a twitch of the lips, barely a word to be said. He’s a terrifyingly confident man who controls a room as soon as he enters it and very few people get to see any other side of him. Steve considers himself extremely lucky he is one of those people. He considers himself even more lucky that he is someone who gets James’ sole attention sometimes and it’s intoxicating. Coupled with this carefree James, Steve feels like he’s living in a dream.

It’s like they arrived in a different universe when they walked up to James’ friend Sam’s house that afternoon. James was hugging people and clapping them on the shoulder, laughing with them and joking. Steve had never seen the older man act such a way. He openly held Steve close, no one bat an eye at their age difference (something Steve had been very hesitant about), and it didn’t take long for the whole crew to reach a pleasant level of buzzed.

Sam grilled a mean feast, chicken breast and steaks and bratwursts and a plethora of veggies and potatoes, and James had to tell Steve that going up against Thor in a hot dog eating contest probably wasn’t the best idea. Considering the other man’s size, it was probably the right idea to listen to James. He did however lounge on pool floaties with a very sweet girl named Wanda who made sure to point out to Steve multiple times how cute it was that Mr. Barnes looks at Steve with “googly eyes”. Steve wasn’t sure what “googly eyes” were but by the way Wanda giggled he knew what the general idea was.

James looks at Steve a little differently than others.

The day is lazy and fun and everything that Steve could want for an early summer Saturday and as the night winds down they all gather around the pool in the variety of different seating options and lounge chairs to watch a movie on an impressive projection screen. Steve’s maintained a pleasant level of tipsy all day, his skin is a little toasty, his belly full as well as his heart, and when he snuggles in tight next to James on his lounge chair he wonders if the older man will need to carry him to the car.

“Hey, sweetness,” James greets him, voice a beautiful rumble that makes Steve’s chest constrict, a few sweet kisses to his head as he adjusts and snuggles in close to the older man. James’ arms are thick as they wrap tight around his form, Steve’s head resting on his thick chest, snuggling up next to thick thighs, god he’s obsessed with this man. Steve might be a little more tipsy than he had thought.

“Hi, Daddy,” Steve murmurs into James’ jaw and the other man lets out a purr of a noise, grabs for Steve’s thigh and hikes it up over his waist a little. It makes Steve hot all over, makes his insides squirm at being handled in such a way so publicly. The two of them have only exchanged small kisses and side hugs and the occasional grab of the ass. Steve had caught James’ eyes hot on him a few times but other than those touches and Daddy’s eyes, they haven’t shared much physical touch today, which is not something Steve is used to.

“You havin’ a good time, baby?” James asks him, voice still hushed, tilting Steve’s chin up with the touch of one finger, the blond moving easy for him. He doesn’t even give Steve a chance to respond and when James’ lips hit his own he knows he’s in for it. Daddy’s lips are scorching, hot and slick, working Steve’s mouth open to accommodate for his tongue. Feeling James lick into his mouth like he fucking owns it makes Steve let out a breathless noise, makes his hand come up to grab at Daddy’s jaw.

When the hand on his thigh slides up to cup his ass, Steve can’t help but whine a little bit, can’t help but press his body into Daddy’s in a little squirm.

“Can’t believe I let you wear a fuckin’ Speedo. What was I thinkin’, Steve? Huh? Tiniest goddamn trunks I’ve ever seen and you choose to wear ‘em on a day where I can’t bend you over any surface or send you to your knees. What a tease.”

James’ hand can get an entire asscheek in one palm and he does so now, squeezes and massages as he speaks, and it immediately makes Steve worried that his cock will soon peek out of its confinement. He’s half in the older man’s lap, face tucked into his neck for fear of others hearing his pitiful noises, and shit that’s right-- there are other people around them.

“Daddy…” Steve whispers in feigned worry even as he finds his hips rolling into James’ side, pressing his erection into the other man’s hip, his thigh. James chuckles, “Oh please, baby--don’t pretend that you don’t get hot from other people watchin’ you squirm.” Steve blushes profusely, feels the burn under his sun-kissed skin, shakes his head and nips at James’ earlobe in a bratty move, one that has Daddy pinching his ass in response.

“I could pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice, right here right now, huh?”

Steve stutters, his brain and his voice, “T-they’re not...they’re not bikini bottoms,” he manages to get out, a little mortified and a little offended, but James purrs, slips his fingers down the back of his bottoms.

“Oh, doll but they are, look at’chu--so small you could almost see this pussy if you bend over.”

Steve wants to scream, barely bites back his squeal, digs his fingers into James’ chest some, so mortified but so fucking hard. The arm around his back tightens some, pulls Steve in a little harder, a tight shhh of a noise pressed into his temple. They have not played this game often, James having introduced it very recently, so the newness is fresh, the humiliation very present. Steve has a dick, is a man, has never been anything close to feminine, but Daddy whispering in his ear about his bikini bottoms and his pussy makes him so turned on he gets a little light-headed.

“Aww, don’t gotta be embarrassed, kitten. Know you’re a little slut for people watchin’ your sweet little ass be good for your Daddy. Know you love it when I talk about your sweet little pussy.” Steve’s next few breaths are gasps and he’s trying so hard to be quiet, knows they are in a secluded-enough corner but that there are still people all around them. His dick throbs in his bottoms, his hips can’t stop rolling softly into James’ body, and he wants to argue and spit back at Daddy but can’t open his mouth for fear of others noticing.

He tries anyway.

“It’s...it s’not a pussy, Daddy it’s not--”

“Hush,” James hisses, slides his hands down the back of Steve’s trunks even more, hand squeezing at the bare skin there, “It’s whatever Daddy wants it to be.”

Steve’s teeth dig into James’ shoulder a little more in retaliation but this time he lets Steve do so, lets him be a brat, hand massaging and squeezing at the younger’s ass a little roughly. Some of the squeezes are so rough that the tips of James’ fingers dig into Steve’s crack, press against his little hole and that makes Steve whine, makes him let out a breathy noise into Daddy’s ear, into the skin of his neck.

“Daddy…”

“Mmm, yeah, sugar?” He doesn’t even try to play coy, doesn’t even try to drag this out, or beat around the bush--

“M’so hard, wanna come.” A shiver that he can’t immediately interpret runs up the length of his spine at his words spoken in such an open and public space. The movie plays in the background, sound loud, screen lighting up the ground, the pool, and some of the chairs. And here he is with Daddy’s hand down his pants thriving on the humiliation of the older man talking about his boy pussy.

“Ohh, already, doll? Have barely touched you and you’re already all wet?” Steve’s exhale is shaky, his chest tightens, and he throws caution to the fucking wind.

“Uh-huh so wet, Daddy. Wanna come.” James’ fingers press in tight to his hole, against his rim, and the pressure makes Steve’s hips stutter, not even realizing they were humping Daddy again. He wonders if James will touch him out here, will move his hand around to his front and jack him off quick and dirty. He moans at the thought, a breath of a noise, sucks on the hinge of James’ jaw as he feels those fingers begin to rub in tight circles.

“Only way you’re gettin’ off is on my thigh, baby. You want it so bad you take it,” he whispers a little harshly into Steve’s ear before kissing the top of his head and turning his attention back to the big screen. Steve is a little stunned, a lot turned on, refuses to take his face out of the crook of James’ neck. Daddy can’t expect him to just hump him here on this lounge chair in front of everyone, can he? Without any help or Daddy’s hand? One whine on his part and a tight pinch to his bum confirms his thoughts--he’s on his own.

Steve takes a few seconds to try and collect his thoughts but it isn’t successful whatsoever, not when the things he tries to think through are the same things that are making his cock rock hard and achy. His mind runs a million miles a second until it reaches its destination and--

He rolls his hips a little harder than he has been, one good and deep roll, tries to be discreet but knows that one lingering look would give away what he’s doing immediately. He whines, brings the hand on James’ chest up to cup his neck and the older man hushes him, a gentle coo of a noise, squeezes his arm around Steve’s shoulders on the next thrust. It should help Steve be more quiet but the fact that Daddy has his eyes on the movie and is telling him to be quiet as he gets himself off using Daddy’s thigh is...it’s somethin’.

It’s enough somethin’ to push him to continue to roll his hips, continue to chase his pleasure. Steve finds his rhythm, turns his torso a little more in, finds that sweet angle that gives him that beautiful pressure that he craves. It feels so good and it’s just enough to keep his hopes high and his pleasure a little higher, and he finds himself getting caught up in the feeling, forgetting where he is. When he curls his leg over James’ a little higher, oh that’s it, that’ll get him there, that’s--

He’s so keyed up from the short but intense build, Daddy’s words and touches, that he feels that first coil of pleasure build in his balls, build in his core. He kisses at James’ jaw, reaches up to suck on his earlobe a little, makes a godawful pitiful noise, but Daddy pays him no mind.

It makes Steve even hotter.

His movements become a little more frantic, fuck he can’t help it, finds himself grinding down a little harder, hand coming down to grip at James’ chest. He can’t believe he’s humping at Daddy’s thigh, doesn’t even want to think about it, is mortified, but why is it so hot? Why is it going to make him come embarrassingly fast?

“Daddy…” he breathlessly whines, gasp getting caught in his throat a little, and James hums, turns his head to kiss Steve’s head, doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. He needs a little extra something, needs reassurance, needs--

“You’re alright, honey come on. It’s okay.”

God, how did Daddy know? How did he know that’s exactly what Steve needed? How does he always fucking know? Steve lets a tiny whimper slip, squeezes his hips in tight against James’ hip, wishes he could be letting out a squeal instead, wishes Daddy were fucking him instead. Heat seeps into Steve’s trunks, pulse after pulse of humiliating pleasure rolling up and down his spine, Daddy’s lips in his hair, and his eyes can’t help but roll back a little.

Almost immediately he is letting out a whimper in embarrassment and discomfort, a few waves of residual sweetness traveling up his spine. James pulls his body in towards his, adjusts Steve until they are a little more sprawled out, a little less in a position required for someone to get off in, and there are lips on his forehead again.

“S’my boy,” is all Daddy says as he purses said lips and that almost makes worth coming in his swim trunks at a summer BBQ worth it. Almost.

“You’re buyin’ me new swim trunks,” Steve grumbles with a feighed huff of annoyance.

“Whatever you want, babydoll.”

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definitelynottony · 4 years

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“December knows me well”

[I actually finished this before midnight! So consider it a Christmas present. Just really wanted to do a short one shot of them like randomly meeting/one night stand kind of romance. Pretty happy with it actually. It’s soft~] [Ao3]

“Hi there, reservation for Harrington.”

“Just the one key?” The front desk attendant asked.

“Yup. Just the one."

"And you’ll be staying with us till the—”

“27th.”

“Okay. Are you aware that there’s a chance of a storm coming in tomorrow night?"

"No, didn’t hear about it.”

“Okay, if this is a Christmas trip though I need to inform you that we’re cancelling our holiday events. So if you’re here to meet with family or—”

“Nope. No family. Just here for some R&R."

"But won’t you—”

“Max! Will you just give the guy his damn room key!” A harsh voice called from a room behind the desk area.

“Right. Sorry, you’re all set Mr. Harrington. Cabin 235."

"Thank you.” Steve winced at her calling him Mr.Harrington. He was not his father. But he gathered his things from the nosy attendant, tried to see if he could whisper a thanks to the man in the back room for saving him from twenty questions. But he couldn’t see him.

“You can take the lifts to your cabin. They’re outside to the back. Oh, or you can wait for Billy-I mean Mr. Hargrove, he’ll be heading down to the camp area in a few. You can wait in front for him if you’d like!"

"Uh, yeah I’ll wait I guess. Thanks again.” The brunette, with his Louis Vuitton suitcase and his Ralph Lauren winter puff jacket, traipsed himself through the lobby. Back through the large gold lined glass doors, under the large chandelier in the entryway; and waited. This place was the Ritz, almost literally.

Hey, if Steve’s parents weren’t going to be home for Christmas then the least Steve could do was charge the most expensive ski trip he could find to his father’s card. Make up for last Christmas too while he was at it. And his birthday! And so the brunette who dripped in brand names he didn’t care about, except to revel in the fact that it pissed his father off when he’d check his bank statements; flew all the way to Colorado, from Indiana. First class, booked the most expensive hotel his google search generated; ‘Maygrove Lodge’.

Steve was born into a rich family that cared more about the money they made then him; he was spoiled, sure, but a brat by choice. Steve did have his own job though, paid for his own bills and food; but that job didn’t get his parent’s attention the way spending their money did. So he stood outside waiting for this Mr. Billy Hargrove to come around and drive him down to the cabins, hopefully help him with his bags too. It was a good ten minutes of shaky legs and winter winds, sure, it was a sunny day but still; thirty something degrees was still freezing. But finally the brunette saw the ski-cab driving around towards him.

“You waiting on a ride to the cabins?” Steve heard the voice before he got a good look at the man driving the cab. It was deep, rough, Steve wasn’t expecting it.

“Yeah."

"Need help with those bags?”

“Yeah."

Steve stood there, eyes plastered to the man trying to get a good look at his face; but he was wearing heavy sunglasses and a thick red plaid jacket. Sherpa lined, blue jeans, buckskin boots. It looked warmer then what Steve was wearing that’s for damn sure. He had nice hair though, short at the sides and long on top. Blonde, it matched the scruff on his face. Jesus, Steve came here thinking he was in for a week of rest but watching the blonde grin at him like that; he wasn’t interested in resting anymore. And the brunette watched as he packed Steve’s bags in the back of the ski-cab,

"Gettin’ in or what?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, thanks."

The blonde chortled a bit climbing into the cab. Steve slipped into the seat beside him,

"Man of many words?” He smirked at the brunette starting up the machine. Steve bit his lip around a smile, when was the last time he was this awkward? God he couldn’t remember the last time he had a crush on a guy. Maybe his first semester of college, before he dropped out?

The ride itself was fun, the cart could go pretty fast especially over the fresh fallen snow. Steve bounced around and laughed when they took the steep bends. The cabins were a few miles from the main lodge. They were private, cost a good extra chunk of money then the rooms available in the hotel. Money Steve was all too willing to spend.

“Hey, sorry if Max was givin’ you a hard time at check in. She’s almost like a little sister so I give her some slack, but sometimes gets a little too involved in the guests personal lives. Doesn’t understand boundaries."

"No it’s fine. I mean it is Christmas week, she wasn’t in the wrong. I’m just a weirdo that doesn’t spend it with family.” Steve laughed, quickly wishing he hadn’t just shared that information. “Thank you though, you were the guy in the back?”

“Heh, you and me both, and yeah I was. But seriously, if she gives ya any more trouble about it, just let me know. I’ll fire her nosy ass.” He laughed, Steve liked his laugh, it was…hot. The brunette shamelessly turned to look at the man driving, he really wanted to see what his eyes looked like. Wanted to just reach over and take the sunnies off of him. But that would be even worse than what he did end up doing,

“You can do that? Don’t you just work here too?"

And the blonde, Billy, turned his head as he slowed the cab down to a crawl; looked at the brunette with a small sideways smirk.

"I own this place, pretty boy.”

“Seriously! Shit, I’m so sorry… Mr. Hargrove?"

"Oh, god, Billy. It’s Billy, Mr. Hargrove is my father” the blonde grimaced.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh because he always acts the same way when people call him 'Mr. Harrington’.

“Wait, how old are you?” The brunette questioned,

“Twenty two."

"No way! You’re younger than me and own this whole place? How?"

"Ain’t no secret, just good business. So how old are you?"

”…Twenty three.“

"Really? Face like that thought you were still in high school.” The blonde pulled into a small cul-de-sac of log cabins. It was that hallmark movie kind of perfect looking. But Steve was currently more focused on whether Billy was flirting with him or just stating facts.

Yeah, okay, Steve has a baby face, peach fuzz for days but like the way the blonde said it…or maybe Steve was just cold and horny? And the brunette must have been staring something awful because the blonde took off those sunglasses; finally. And his eyes were blue, perfectly blue, and his eyelashes were thick; so much so they caste shadows. God, he was tan too! Was it fake? How is someone so tan in the winter? Then he smiled at Steve,

“We’re here."

Steve jerked his gaze away, embarrassingly so—

"Wow. It’s beautiful here."

"Thanks” The blonde huffed out a sigh “I need ta grab some firewood so I can’t help ya to your cabin. You all good?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, no I’m good. Thank you for the ride Billy."

"No problem pretty boy."

Steve glanced at the blonde again with a faint smile before sliding out of the cab; fumbling his luggage out of the back. Probably making way too many unnecessary sounds,

"Sure y'all good?"

"Yup. Totally… completely…” he huffed, pulling his suitcases up in front of the ski-cab “good."

Billy laughed again and nodded, hand tapping the steering wheel "alright. Call the front desk if you need anything."

"Will do."

"Hope you enjoy your stay."

"Planning on it!” The brunette shouted over the motor as the blonde was backing out. He was such a dork, but he was cute.

“Jesus! Why did I pack so much!” Steve whined as he dragged his suitcases up the cabin’s stairs. Of course cabin 235 had to be the one farthest from the pathway. But the brunette was actually surprised as he caught his breath and opened the door; it was decorated for the holidays. There was even a small tree hung with lights near the window. It was warm and cozy, looked more like someone’s home then a getaway spot.

There were fur blankets sprawled across the couch, food and alcohol stocked. Seriously some first class digs. If this is what seven hundred dollars a night buys you then Steve was considering extended stay options. God, even the bathroom was stocked with brand named shit! He really started to wonder if the last guest just forgot to pack their belongings when he went to the bedroom. The closet was full, which yeah, that’s pretty odd. But Steve has always been a 'live out of the suitcase’ kind of traveler anyways.

He scuffed his bags into the bedroom before exploring more of the cabin, it was a single level but had a small loft; the kind you have to climb a ladder to get to. There was a large flat screen that hung on the wall, a real wood burning fireplace sat under it. And a white fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. Steve really felt like he was in a Christmas movie, all he needed was some hot chocolate and… well, he wasn’t necessarily picky at the moment but that Billy guy would be pretty nice.

Guy like him probably isn’t even gay though, probably has women flocking over him, and he’s fuckin’ rich. Not ’my parents are rich’, but like it’s actually his money! Basically owns the whole damn mountain! That’s so hot. The guy is a real go getter, knows what he wanted in life; unlike Steve. Well Steve knows he wants hot cocoa and that guy in his bed, but besides that, no future plans.

So almost an hour later the brunette was perfectly stretched out over the leather, blankets donned couch. Tv on in the background playing some old Christmas movie he wasn’t paying attention to; hot chocolate in one hand, cell phone in the other. A real twenty first century king if I’ve ever seen one. He’s been flipping through Google, Twitter and Instagram for the last thirty minutes trying to find a Mr. Billy Hargrove; it’s like the guy doesn’t exist. Said for a few articles about the young entrepreneur.

Blessed with some very noteworthy pictures of the guy. “Jesus.” Steve murmured zooming in on one of the photos. His eyes were seriously blue, and he has freckles that the brunette didn’t notice before. “Shit” he sighed out a laugh, he had to laugh at himself. He just flew four hours to a luxury ski lodge just to jerk off to some guy. Given, said guy was gorgeous, but come on… not that he wasn’t going to do it later. But it was only five pm, he should probably like, eat dinner at the very least before retiring to bed.

The brunette hopped off the couch and huffed his way into the kitchen area, it was an open concept floor plan; and a modest size cabin, but still more effort than Steve wanted to give.

“So pasta or… oh my god, no shit, is that caviar? They stock these rooms with caviar! Wonder if they have lobster too!” Steve fanned as he dug into the fridge.

“Do I even like caviar?” He pondered as he opened up the can, he dipped his pinky finger into it like the gentleman he is. “Nope. Definitely do not like caviar. Good to know.” He shrugged it off putting it back. “Pasta it is."

And as the brunette made way with his food, dancing to whatever commercial song was on in the living room; a news banner interrupt it. Loud beeping followed by that annoying audio prompt. Something about a winter storm advisory.

Steve paid no mind to it, hell he’d pay someone to trap him inside his little winter wonderland. Let it snow, he thought, which prompted him to sing as he finished with his food. Pooling it all into a large bowl that he knows he’ll never be able to finish, but god damn he’s gonna try.

After more television, some wine he found in a cabinet and half a bowl of pasta later; the brunette was pretty satisfied with his first night. Five stars honestly.

It was dark out now, the Christmas tree looked really nice through his slightly buzzed vision. The wine must have been more expensive than what he was use to, or he just drank more than he thought. He pulled himself from the loveseat and made his way to the bedroom. Slinked out of his clothes; the sheets were a deep blue, soft, probably a high thread count. It was so fuckin’ comfortable! God, forget skiing, Steve was staying in this bed for the next five days!

Feather down comforter pulled up to his chin, he stretched out real good, felt real good; was about to feel even better too. As he slipped his hand under the blanket. As it slid down his body, as he turned his head pressing it down into his pillow. Jesus, even the pillows smell amazing. Like they sprayed them with cologne. Warm, musky, sweet; ”fuck…“ the brunette writhed under his own touch. Closed eyes picturing blue one staring back at him. "Mmhmm” Picturing thick fingers holding him, “shit…ah! God”, tan skin in the middle of fuckin’ December, warm against his. “Fuck.” Full red lips, with that scruff scraping against his thighs “Billy. Mmm-fuck. Billy."

Did Steve feel guilty about getting off to a guy he just met, that probably had a girlfriend?…Not as much as he felt guilty for dirtying such nice sheets. But all emotions said for euphoria left him as that climax high set in. And then he wiped his hand off on the sheet, turned over and slept. Slept until the sun blinded him through closed eyes, and the brunette shoved his face into the pillow; that pillow that smelt like sex felt. And he hushed out a sleepy moan as he breathed it in.

"Jesus. I need a boyfriend, or at least a damn hobby.” Messy hair fell into his face as he sat up, stretching arms over head. Desperately in need of a shower too. Didn’t even bother putting his boxers back on as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The hot water helped his hangover, helped his erection too.

“Fuck, never wanna leave this place.” The brunette feverishly groaned out.

After he finished dressing he decided that even though it was apparently pushing one thirty pm, it was time for breakfast. Eggo’s seemed like the easiest solution for the brunette. And he settled back into his throne, news warning still at it with the winter storm advisory.

“Twenty four inches huh? Good. Bury me here!” He threatened the television around a mouthful of waffles.

Steve put his plate in the sink, leaned over it to look out the window that sat above it. It didn’t look like it was snowing yet, sky was grayish but not threateningly so. He should probably go get some skiing in, considering, but he didn’t really feel like it anymore. “Oh! It’s Billy!” Doe eyes all too excitedly widened, practically yelling; Steve leaned even more over the skin.

“Je-su-s” he moaned biting at his lip, the blonde was wielding an axe. Of course he actually cut the wood himself, he looked like the hottest lumberjack the brunette has ever seen. And considering it’s 2019 and lumberjacks are a dying breed, he is the hottest one Steve’s seen. He has a good pile going, the brunette considered whether he should bring him a drink or something. It would be the kind thing to do right? Totally not a come on, just neighborliness.

But then the brunette didn’t have to decide, 'cause the blonde lumberjack, with his large wood pile was heading for his cabin. Okay, seriously, if he cut all that wood just for Steve, so he’d stay warm; Steve wasn’t responsible for what happened next. The brunette faltered, almost falling as he rushed to the front door.

“Hey there!” He beamed as he opened it.

“Holy shit!” The blonde cursed, dropping some of the logs in surprise. “Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?” Billy asked sharply as he put the rest of the kindle down.

“Uh, this is my cabin. What are—”

“No, this is my cabin, first of all. Secondly, I meant what are you still doing here?” Billy closed in on the brunette, making Steve step back letting the blonde into the cabin.

“Oh, yeah no, I know you like own them but this is the one I’m staying in.” Steve chortled.

Billy leaned up against the counter looking at the other who was still lingering near the door.

“No, pretty boy, I mean this is my home, my cabin, I live here."

"Wait. Holy shit you’re serious?"

"Deadly…” Steve brushed his hair back with a hand as he thoughtfully bit on his lip, decreasing the space between them slowly.

“Sorry I didn’t know. Pretty sure this is the cabin she said though. I mean the key worked so."

"Who? Max gave you the keys for this cabin?"

"Yeah, redhead from the front desk."

"Damn shithead. She’s so fired!” Billy fumed.

“Hey! No, it’s no problem man. I’ll just get my stuff and get out of your hair."

"Yeah, ain’t gonna happen…”

“Steve. Names Steve."

"Ain’t gonna happen Stevie, I already shut the place down. There’s a blizzard on the way. Evacuated everyone this morning. Fuckin’ Max… goddamn it.” Billy rubbed his forehead thinking about what Max told him earlier before she left. 'Merry Christmas Billy. I put your present in your cabin!’ Holy shit she was a demon child.

“Wait so like, you and me are the only people here?"

"I’m speakin’ english ain’t I?” The blonde retorted,

“Oh… uh, I guess I could just leave?"

"Already told ya pretty boy, there’s a blizzard headin’ straight towards us. No way in hell i'mma let ya drive in it."

"Okay. Yeah, you’re probably right. Is it okay if I stay then?"

"Looks like there ain’t no choice, plus ya already made yourself comfortable.” Billy gestured to the opened wine bottle on the counter, smirking; Steve felt his face flush.

“Shit, I can’t believe I just raided your house.” He grimaced in embarrassment,

“You seriously couldn’t tell someone lived here?” Billy huffed out a breathy laugh, intrigued or entertained by the brunette’s sheer ignorance.

“I mean, just thought it was part of the package.” That earned Steve a full, heavy laugh from the blonde. Billy pushed himself off from the counter and turned heel towards the bedroom.

“Alright. I’m gonna change cause i’m frozen and then I guess I’ll get us a fire goin’.” The blonde decided.

“Okay.” Steve agreed, not that he had much of a say, it was Billy house afterall. His house, his bedroom, his bed…bed that Steve just masturbated in, to Billy’s scent. “Shit” the brunette scrunched his face up quickly following the blonde.

“Billy! Hey-uh…” And as Steve entered the doorway to the room, Billy was staring at his bed. Shit, he knew right. God he could probably smell it, Steve could smell it so Billy definitely smells it. Then the blonde growled, groaned, fuck, wait, was that good or bad? Steve wasn’t sure if the blonde even made the noise. But Billy turned his head to look at Steve, he probably looked like a kid caught red handed. But Billy just smirked, tongue between teeth,

“A guys has needs right.” That’s what he decided to combat this situation with. That and then proceeded to take off his clothes.

Oh fuck. Steve was pretty sure he just gasped. Shit, look away, look away, Jesus, he couldn’t.

Billy was like a God, his skin was so tan, his shoulders were wide and built with muscle. His arms just as strong, fuck; even has those veins running up them. Steve loved that shit. You can see every muscle on his stomach move and bend and stretch as he tugged his layers off.

“Mhmm” the brunette bit his lip, fuck, yeah that noise definitely just happened. Okay he seriously needs to leave.

“So, since it is my bed pretty boy, I have the right ta know, what got ya off?” Steve was a deer in headlights for a moment. How did he just ask they so nonchalantly. Like he was asking about the fuckin’ weather!

“Uh…” the brunette rubbed his head a bit, Billy glanced over to him with an arched brow.

“Well? Come on ya gotta give me somethin’ Stevie. Was it a porn? Was it—"

'Smell. It was the smell of the pillows.” Good God! Why did he just say that! Shit! You just blew it Steve, that was the creepiest thing you could have said. Why didn’t you just say yes to the porn!

“My pillows?” The blonde questioned, walking up to the top of his bed. He reached over and grabbed one, smelt it, smirked up at Steve,

“Smells like me."

Mayda! Mayday! We’re going down! Steve panicked,

"Didn’t know it was your bed.” He murmured under his shaky breath.

“Hey, Steve, it’s all good man. Didn’t know right?"

"Yeah”

“Did it feel good?"

"Yeah” shit! He responded without thinking! The blonde snickered and threw the pillow down onto the bed; grabbed a shirt from his closet. Thank god he didn’t have to change out of his jeans!

“How’s dinner sound? Maybe finish that bottle you started?"

"Fuck, yes please.” Steve sighed almost too relieved.

“Mmm. Might wanna keep that dirty talk to a minimum pretty boy, considering.” Billy teased, passing the brunette in the doorway.

“Sorry.” Steve mumbled as he followed the blonde out to the living room. Billy was already making fast with getting the fire going. On his hands and knees, the brunette stood a little behind him. Tilted his head and just stared,

“Hey!” Billy snapped, like he could feel Steve watching him, “why don’t you make yourself useful and pour me a drink."

"Yeah! yeah… sorry.” The brunette stepped to it, god he was so embarrassing! If he could only have put this much effort into school he’d probably be valedictorian.

“Fires goin’” the blonde stated, walking up behind Steve.

“Cool. Here” the brunette handed him his glass,

“Thanks.”

“Don’t look at his mouth, don’t look at his fuckin mouth Harrington!” Steve sang a mantra in his head while sipping his own glass. Literally looking everywhere but Billy.

“So, what sounds good fer dinner? It’s Christmas eve after all. Got some lobsters in the freezer "

"I knew it!” The brunette shouted, Billy leaned back a little, eyes curious; waiting for the punchline.

“Sorry. Just, last night I said I bet this place even has lobster cause the caviar."

"You ate my caviar too?”

“Fuck no! That stuff is gross!” Billy grinned amused,

“Yeah I know, that’s why it’s still in there. Was a gift from someone, forgot who."

"Some gift”,

“Tell me about it.” They laughed a bit, then they were kind of just standing there.

“So, uh, how did you really get into the hotel business?” Steve tried, the blonde smirked put his glass down on the counter and paced over to his fridge.

“It’s not much of a story really, not like what they write online."

"Don’t really read much anyways”,

“I uh, I ran away when I was younger. Originally from California, came here with a one way bus ticket. Only ticket I could afford, like it was fate or whatever; if ya believe in that kind of shit.” The blonde’s voice turned warmer as he continued his story. Now filling up a large pot with water,

“I somehow ended up here, on this mountain. It was just a little rickety ski shack back then, the old man that ran it took me in. Worked for him and eventually took over the place. Kind of built it from the ground up."

"Wow…that’s, you’re incredible."

"Heh. Yeah? Thanks Stevie. Hey grab those for me.” The blonde pointed his head over to the lobsters, Steve scrunched his nose, handed them over to Billy like a kid. Holding them out as far away from himself as possible.

The blonde shook his head as he grabbed them,

“They’re dead you know, won’t bite.” He teased.

“Still freaky seeing them with their eyes and everything… mind if I just wait in the living room?”

“Nope, make yourself at home. Gonna take a while to cook anyways."

"Okay.” Steve grabbed his glass, the bottle of wine and sauntered himself into the living room. The fire already warmed the whole place up, it smelt so nice, he wished he had a real fireplace back at home too. He sat down on the loveseat admiring the flames, barely noticed the blonde joining him.

“So what’s your story? I told ya mine, fair is fair.”

“Oh, mine ain’t much of a story actually. Just was blessed with some no show parents. They’re always bailing on me so decided to treat myself instead of mope this year."

"No girlfriend or—”

“Nope. Single like a pringle…you?"

"Nah, no family, no girl or boyfriend. Storm or not, I was gonna spend Christmas alone too."

"Well, glad I get to keep you some company then. We’re kind of in the same boat huh?"

"Sounds like it."

Billy smirked at the brunette, who was still caught on the 'no boyfriend’ thing.

Blatantly asking someone if they’re gay is rude right? Something he shouldn’t do. He smiled back to the blonde and decided to down his wine. Getting drunk didn’t really seem like a good idea but it definitely wasn’t the worst idea to Steve. He poured himself another glass and offered the bottle to Billy, who happily topped himself off. It was quiet for a while, said for the fire crackling and the wind outside picking up. It wasn’t really that late but it was already getting dark; probably from the storm. It was snowing like a shaker globe now.

"Should probably check the food.” The blonde stood up and made his way into the kitchen. Steve just watched, he honestly just felt so relaxed that he didn’t even feel like eating anymore. Between the warm fire and the wine, the smell that was radiating off of Billy; he was satiated without the food.

“Is it done?” The brunette called softly,

“Yeah, just about. I’ll get the plates, we can eat up here on the counter if you want."

"Whatever’s easier”

“Wanna grab my glass for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Steve leaned over to pick up the blonde’s glass he put down, fuzzy Steve should definitely not be carrying three glass items at once but he thankfully made it into the kitchen; all of ten steps away, in one piece.

“Smells good!"

"Let’s hope it tastes good too.” Billy chortled, Steve took a seat on the bar stool as the blonde set out plates on the counter.

“So how’s it?” Billy asked sitting beside the brunette now.

“It’s good, better than a restaurant."

"That good huh?"

Steve nodded as he sucked butter off his fingers, it was the blonde that was staring now. The brunette didn’t notice as Billy licked his lips; quickly darting his head down to look at his plate. Lobster definitely wasn’t the sexiest food to eat, but somehow Steve was actually doing a pretty good job at it. Mostly due to the fact that he apparently didn’t believe in utensils. Just cracked the shell and slurped the meat from it.

Billy readjusted himself a few times on the stool, trying to ignore said noises and eat his damn food.

"Sounds like you’re havin’ a good time pretty boy.” The blonde attempted but after that last noise Steve just made, Billy couldn’t help himself.

The brunette swallowed and sighed out a nervous laugh,

“Sorry."

"No need ta apologize, glad you, really enjoyed it” he grinned. “Alright. I’m gonna go take a shower. You mind doin’ the dishes?"

"No problem” Steve smiled, stood up and collected their plates. Billy headed back into his bedroom, closed the door behind him.

“F-u-ck” the blonde groaned under his breath, pawing at the front of his jeans; he’s been fending off an erection for the past ten minutes. “Fuckin’ hell Max, what’s wrong with you?” Billy murmured as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

“Thanks shithead. Merry Christmas” He texted her and threw his phone to the bed. Bit his lip for a second before rounding to the side Steve had—

“Mm goddamn.” He growled as he smelt the brunette dried spunk. Okay, in the blonde’s defense, it was his bed. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. Also he couldn’t remember the last time he had a good fuck; runnin’ a luxury lodge was his first priority. Steve was his type too. Max knew from the minute he walked into the place, she knows Billy too well. They really are like siblings, she was the original owner’s granddaughter; so they’ve known each other now for six years. But this is the first time she’s tried a stunt like this. First time that Billy isn’t going to give her hell for.

The blonde huffed out a tattered sigh, honestly tempted to lick the sheet; but he wasn’t that desperate. He’ll wait for the real thing. It was pretty obvious the brunette was into him, not unless Billy was just as narcissistic as people tell him he is. But, he was pretty sure Steve has been dropping hints since yesterday. Either way the blonde grabbed a change of clothes, opened his bedroom door again and made his way into the bathroom. Steve looked like he was just about finished at the sink. But Billy didn’t wait to linger. His jeans were too tight now, he started the shower up. striped off his shirt, shimmied out of his jeans, stroked himself a bit before getting in.

He groaned low under the water, panting as he worked himself. Thought about Stevie’s pretty mouth, how he sucked his fingers, how he’d look sucking on him. “huhh” he sneered, bit his lip trying to muffle himself, “mmm” he moaned. Stood under the hot water for a little while after before getting out. Somehow he felt even hungrier after the shower, hungry for the real thing now. Billy found the brunette sprawled out on the couch when he exited the bathroom.

“Comfy?"

"Mhmm.” Steve contentedly hummed,

“Room for two?"

"Mmhm” The brunette shifted a bit making room and Billy rejoined him.

“You smell good” Steve tittered,

“How much wine have you had?”

“Finished the bottle when you were in the shower and then I found your whiskey” he smiled.

"Did ya now, don’t believe in sharing?"

"Want some?” The brunette countered,

“Thought you finished it?"

"Got some left on my tongue."

…That made Billy groan, deep in his throat,

"Don’t think that’s a good idea pretty boy."

Steve sat up a bit, closer to the blonde,

"Why’s that?"

"Don’t think I could stop with just your tongue."

"Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

“You serious 'bout this?” Billy asked firmly but his voice was heavy with want, when did their faces get so close? The blonde could smell the liquor that beggin’ mouth was dripping with.

“Deadly.” Steve smirked mimicking the blonde.

“God. You’re a real brat ain’t ya?"

"Spoiled brat.” Steve corrected.

Billy snarled diving into a kiss, mouth hot against the brunette’s. Tongue laved whatever remnants of alcohol were left in the other’s mouth. Steve sucked on the blonde’s lip as he caught his breath quickly, crashing back in; pushing Steve down onto his back. Drunk on lust, Billy tongue fucked the brunette till he was a moaning mess.

Steve’s hands tightly gripping to the blonde’s shoulders. Panting and writhing under Billy, rutting into the knee that was shoved between his legs. Billy’s growls and his warm hand under his chin sent shivers through Steve. But when the blonde pulled back to look at the mess that was Steve Harrington; when the blonde shoved his thumb into Steve’s mouth, when he tossed his head back and groaned as Steve suck it, that’s when the brunette whimpered.

“Fuckin’ hell Stevie, where you been all my life.” The blonde crooned in the brunette’s ear, earning another whimper from Steve.

“Billy,” he dug his fingers deeper, tugging at the blonde’s shirt.

“We got all night baby.” Billy lulled him, kissing his way down the brunette’s jaw; down his neck lapping at his collarbone.

“Want you now, wanna feel you.” The brunette whined,

Billy moaned “such a brat. I’m gonna take care of you, promise."

Steve melted under those words, under the blonde’s hot breath, under his lips, fingers like feathers touching his skin. Billy worked him slow, they weren’t goin’ nowhere in this weather; no one was coming here. To the blonde they were basically the only people left in the world. He was going to savor it, every whimper, every moan, every cry.

”Billy" Steve gasped, tugging at the blonde’s hair as he kissed and licked his way down the brunette’s body,

“Right here, ain’t goin anywhere."

If Billy’s mouth wasn’t exactly what Steve wanted than his words definitely were. It’s like he knows, knows that those words are what he needs to hear. That he’s terrified of how much he’s in love with this moment, terrified that it’s going to end and he’ll be alone again.

But Billy’s fingers clung onto Steve, like he was afraid of Steve leaving too. And he nuzzled into the brunette’s thighs like a thank you. And when his kiss swollen lips mouthed at Steve’s clothed dick the brunette actually thanked him. Breath shaky and barely there. But Billy just smirked up to those doey eyes. Ripped the brunette pants down to his knees, pulled them off completely. Settled back down, grazing Steve’s thighs with his stubble. The brunette shuttered, writhed with the sensation, practically sobbed when the blonde finally took him into his mouth.

Steve squeezed Billy’s hand, the hand that had fingers clinging hard to the brunette’s side. The blonde sucked, and licked, and bobbed his head until Steve was close to tears. Begging for more, to let him come, to let him feel Billy too. Billy moaned, eyes closed in complete bliss hearing how bad Steve wanted him. He swallowed the brunette’s spunk when he finally let him cum. Steve all to eagerly dragged him up for another jolting kiss, he groaned into Billy’s mouth as he lapped at the blonde’s tongue. Tasting himself, Billy growled, rutting his throbbing cock down onto the brunette.

"Fuck Stevie. So fuckin’ good baby. Can’t wait to see you riding this cock. Gonna look so good pretty boy."

"Billy! Fuck wanna ride you so bad."

"Get on the floor, right in front of the fire. Gotta go grab lube to grease you up."

So Steve did, he stretched himself over the fluffy white rug that sat in front of the fireplace. Billy came back as quickly as he left and dropped to his knees.

"God, you look like a fuckin’ king like that babe.” He crooned taking his shirt off, Steve reached his arms out and Billy met them with a bare chest. The brunette sat up, his mouth kissing and biting the suntanned skin. Billy made the best sounds as Steve bruised love bites all over him.

“Lay down, gotta open you up.” Billy pressed a slicked thumb against the brunette’s pink hole, rimmed around it, slicking it up real good. Steve left whimpering, sobbing Billy’s name on shaking breaths.

“Gotta relax pretty boy.” Billy leaned up to kiss him, licked over his lips as he pressed a finger into him.

“Mmm” Steve moaned against the blonde lips. “More."

And Billy obliged, slicking a second finger in as he slowly fucked the brunette, scissoring him open. "How you doin’ Stevie?"

"Fuckin’ perfect” Steve panted.

Billy grinned, tongue to teeth, “think you can handle another?"

"Do it.” Steve pushed his hips down giving the blonde a better angle as Billy pressed a third finger in. The brunette gasped, mouth agape,

“Fuck."

"Okay?”

“Yeah, just don’t move.”

“All you pretty boy”, Billy rubbed his other hand over the brunette’s thigh, Steve took a steep breath before he started to slowly move on Billy’s fingers.

“God, feels so good Billy” Steve huffed,

“You’re sucking me right in babe.” The blonde licked his lips with hunger.

Steve choked as Billy started to move again, faster, rougher.

“Ah fuck Billy! Oh fuck, fuck!"

"Gonna make you cum with just my fingers baby so when I get my dick in ya your gonna be putty. Gonna be such a beautiful mess for me."

"Fuck Billy, right there, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop!” And Billy kept pace until Steve was shooting out white ropes all over his pretty stomach. And the blonde moaned, slipped his fingers out of the brunette’s stretched bright red hole and licked his spunk off his belly. Finally getting a taste, fuckin’ hell, he was like water in a desert.

Steve’s eyes were threatening tears “Billy"

"Right here Stevie.” The blonde leaned up to look at the doey eyed brunette, he had the cutest fuckin’ smile. Completely blissed out. Billy was so hard in his jeans, needed it; been needing a guy like Steve for a long time.

Steve’s head jerked back, eyes closed tight, hands clinging to the carpet under him as Billy rammed his slicked up cock into him. The blonde panted heavy breaths as Steve was left whimpering. Bill, too impatient to go slow, he was completely taken over by sheer need.

“Oh fuck baby, feels so good inside you. Still so tight"

"God. Billy, harder, wanna feel you everywhere."

"Fuck” Billy growled gripping harder onto the brunette’s hips, thrusting deep, so deep into him. Skin against skin, clingy hands searching for something to grab onto, cries and growls and moans,tongue to lips; all of it was way better than any Christmas music they could have been playing.

“Swear you were made for this cock pretty boy, fits so perfectly.” The blonde moaned “gonna fill you up so good baby."

”Please. Feels so good Billy.“ Steve cried through hitched breaths,

"Jesus, you’re so fuckin sweet.” Billy arched down bringing Steve into a kiss, a soft, almost painful kiss. The kind that makes your toes curl and your heart burst. Then he was pulling him up, like the brunette was nothing more than a pillow. In one swift move the blonde sat back on his knees with Steve sitting on him. The brunette with arms around Billy neck for stability and Billy strong arms like steel straps caging him in.

“God! Fuck, I can feel you in my fuckin’ throat like this.” Steve panted as he started to grind his ass down deeper into the blonde; eliciting a feral growl from Billy. Sharp canines buried into Steve’s pale neck, bruising him up like putting a collar on him. He belonged to Billy now, even if it was just for the night.

“Come on baby, ride it like ya wanna break me” he groaned, hands fastened tight pushing and pulling Steve until the brunette caught the rhythm. “That’s it Stevie, fuck yourself on this cock. God, you feel so good, oh fuck! Hmm, yeah just like that. ah fuck baby.” Billy crooned and groaned urging the brunette on. Steve gripped to the blonde’s shoulders for leverage, pumping himself up and down; his leaking dick slapping against him with the violent motion.

“Billy! Fuck, fuck, oh God!” Steve whined as he fucked himself on the blonde, “Kiss me.” He demanded. And Billy did, wouldn’t dream of denying such a pretty mouth. He kissed him hard, the blonde snaked his had to the brunette nape keeping him there. Their mouths linked together, sharing one breath, Billy ate up every moan that escaped Steve. And the brunette came like that, flushed against the blonde, panting with his fingers tightly coiled in the short blonde curls. Billy didn’t last much longer after that with Steve slowly, deeply grinding on him, riding out his organism. The blonde stuttering his hips, filling the brunette with his heat. Hitched breaths were panted as their lips crashed together again, fighting for dominance.

“That was amazing” Steve laughed out something breathy, still reeling.

“Yeah, you really are Stevie.” Billy looked up at the brunette with a wide grin in appreciation. Steve matched his grin with a fervent smile; pushed the blonde down to the carpet, they wrestled childishly for a moment. Kisses were stolen quickly until the both laid quiet, Steve curled right beside Billy, his leg over the blonde’s and his hand drawing circles in his chest. And they cuddled, warm with the fire, silently enjoying each other.

“I do.” Steve whispered head nuzzling under the blondes chin.

“Do what?” Billy matched his tone.

“Earlier, when you were talking about fate, you said ‘if you believe in that sort of thing’. And I do believe in it.” He smiled, turning his head up to look at the blonde.

“You sayin’ this was fate, us meeting baby?"

That dopey smirk crawled back onto Steve’s face,

"Maybe. Is that stupid?"

"Jesus, Stevie, you really are sweet, gonna give me a cavity."

"Shut up.” The brunette giggled out shoving the blonde teasingly. “I’m serious though Billy."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"How serious?"

"Deadly”,

“Good, cause I’m pretty sure its gonna be just you and meet for the next few days up here. How’s that sound?"

"Like a dream. Like the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten."

Billy chuckled "pretty sure you are the best present I’ve ever gotten pretty boy."

Steve wiggled his way up to kiss the blonde, nosed his face against Billy’s scruff.

"Hey."

"Hi.” The blonde chortled,

“Can I love you?"

And Billy propped himself to his elbows, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the brunette,

"You askin’ for permission or askin’ a question?"

"Permission. I mean just, just until they dig us outta here; till I have to leave. Can we pretend we’re in love."

"Don’t know if that’s a good idea."

"Why?”

“Don’t know if I can stop at just pretending.”

“Kiss me.” And the blonde did, couldn’t deny such a pretty mouth, pretty eyes; pretty face.

“I love you, Billy” he hushed,

“…love you too Stevie."

#I'M SO FUCKIN SOFT #just really wanted to do a fluffy one shot ski trip thing #but honestly I love this AU and might make a part two later #Lumberjack Billy for the win btw #merry christmas #Harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove au #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mywritings #harringrove fanfic #Harringrove fic

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FFT: gingerbread family; sam and dean winchester

Notes:

So, uh.. Idk where this came from but.. It was fun to write. And maybe one day, I’ll go further with it, idk. I just really wanted to make sure it wound up on here when I started moving fics.

Summary:

What if Sam and Dean woke up one morning and their lives were.. Semi normal? Or as close to normal as it can reasonably get for the two of them? What would they do? Obviously, here, they rolled with it.

Pairing:

Sam Winchester x OFC, Raine, Dean Winchester x OFC, Jenn

Warnings:

total au - not even a little bit canon compliant here, tbh. mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff... a groundhog day but make it christmas plot?

The bleak sunshine beamed through the window right into Sam Winchester’s eyes. His response was to shove his head beneath the pillow and try to burrow deeper down into the bed.

From somewhere nearby, the television turned on. He could hear the opening strands of a cartoon theme song and he grumbled to himself sleepily. “Dean, turn it off, man. It’s too early.” he mumbled.

He realized that he wasn’t at a hotel or the bunker around the same time that an arm slipped over him and the soft warmth of another body pressed against his bare back from behind. Sam’s eyes popped open wide and he felt himself starting to go into fight or flight mode, but from behind him, lips brushed against his shoulder.

“Will you be still, Sam?”

Sam sucked in a breath and after a count to 3, he rolled over, preparing himself for what he might be about to come face to face with.

… The blonde from that bar?…. He remembered Dean sending him into the bar in town to pick up these subs they started selling… And to hang around, make sure that the blonde bartender was okay.

Which had lead to Sam talking to said bartender… And realizing that it was Raine, a girl he’d met a few years back.

He tried to push himself to remember more, but nothing came for a second or two.. And then suddenly, it all came in a rush, memories that didn’t make any sense, things he knew couldn’t possibly have happened were bombarding him. As he tried to pick through what he knew and what he was ‘remembering’ as he lie there on his back with her draped over his body, the bedroom door swung open.

“Daddy, Uncle Dean’s on the phone. Are you and mommy gettin up?”

Sam swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on the 6 year old in the doorway, clutching a galaxy colored unicorn against her as she stared at him.

Her eyes were the exact shade of his own.

“Yeah, I’m getting up.”

Beside him, the blonde stirred. “Bed is warm. You’re warm. If you get up… It’ll be cold.”

And then he caught sight of her finger when he went to raise her arm so he could slip out of bed.

And he saw an engagement ring and a wedding band.

His eyes darted around the room as he rose to a sitting position, making a show of stretching and waking up.

Something in this room had to spark some shred of memory. Real memory. Not whatever those memories were earlier.

On the other end of the phone line, Dean sat at a kitchen table that apparently, he’d built with his own hands. In the background, a woman named Jenn that he remembered Sam telling him about while he was talking to Sam on the phone, who was apparently now his wife was in the kitchen with their son, making dinosaur shaped pancakes and laughing. It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on tv and the irony in the movie’s plot and it’s similarity to what Dean Winchester woke up smack in the middle of was not lost on him, either.

Dean would never admit it, but deep down, he wasn’t even sure why he was calling Sam about this. Every part of him wanted to hang up, go into the kitchen and just… Enjoy whatever this was.

But he had to know if he was the only one.. He had to know if Sam was alright, if this was happening to him too.

“ Hey, darlin?” Dean called out. The red head peered out of the kitchen, flour on the bridge of her nose. “You rang, grinch?”

“Oh haha.. What are you makin in there?” - it wasn’t what Dean was wanting to ask, but it was just a question to distract his racing mind. He was currently in problem solver mode on his end, wondering if Sam were ever going to pick up the damned phone.

“Dinos and snakes.”

Dean’s brow raised and Jenn laughed, shaking her head. “Not literally, Winchester. Pancake form. Our son and his thing with dinosaurs, remember?”

“Ah, oh yeah.” Dean cleared his throat because fuck no, he did not remember. And the sooner he got to the bottom of this, the better. Jenn eyed him. He’d been acting plain weird since they woke up this morning.

Almost like he was out of it, like that one time he tangled with a pack of shapeshifters in New Mexico and wound up with a bit of a concussion.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“You’re good, right?”

“I’m fine. Promise.”

Jenn stared at him a few seconds and then nodded to the tv. “No football?”

“Nah, this is kinda… Amusing to me.”

“Okay then.” Jenn lingered a few seconds, the back of her hand on his forehead.

“I mean it, darlin. Totally fine. Is there any chance we’re gonna have pie today?”

His statement about pie seemed to convince her. She smiled and leaned in, brushing her lips to his forehead. “Possibly… If you’re gonna save some of that whipped cream spray for a little later?” she met his gaze with an intent and hungry look in his eyes and he gulped, nodding.

“Definitely.”

… okay, Sammy, c’mon, pick up the damned phone…. He thought to himself as Jenn disappeared back into the kitchen and his son ran out, climbing up into the chair with him, chewing noisily.

…. Okay, so maybe… he thought to himself, stifling the urge to grin as he watched what was apparently his kid, take a bite of food similar to the way he tended to chow down when food was nearby.

“Hey, whoa, champ… You’re gonna choke.”

“But daddy, you eat like this.”

“I’m big, little guy. You’re not.”

On Sam’s end of things, Sam was getting out of bed. His daughter climbed onto his back, talking a mile a minute about how excited she was that it was Christmas and wondering if Grandma and Grandpa were going to come by later.

When she mentioned that, Sam stopped for a split second and tried to search his mind… She had to be talking about Raine’s parents.

Both of his were dead.

They got to the cordless phone in the hallway and Sam picked it up, all the while, preparing him for what version of Dean he might be getting. Dean spoke up quickly.

“Hey, yo… Sammy.. Everything okay?”

Sam hugged the little girl and told her with a smile, “Go in and sit by the tree. Don’t start opening presents yet, princess.”

“I promise, daddy. Oh, I hope one of ‘em is the unicorn I wanted! Or the chemistry set!”

Sam picked up the phone again, peering out to make sure no one could overhear. He hadn’t… Exactly been able to bring himself to tell Raine that he didn’t exactly.. Remember the last decade they’d apparently been together.

“Dean? Is that really you?”

“ Oh thank God, Sammy.. You’re good, right? Nothing wrong?”

“I mean aside from the fact that oh, apparently, I have a wife and daughter that I didn’t have last night?”

“Oh thank god. I thought it was just me.”

“Wait, you too.. Right?” Sam caught sight of a photo sitting on the console table next to the phone’s base. He picked it up, snickering.

“Your wife is familiar….” Sam trailed off and Dean muttered mostly to himself, “Well, that makes one of us because I haven’t seen her before.. I mean… that red head you mentioned on the phone last night… But I didn’t see her….”

“That’s right, she worked at the bar too. Remember? She was the feisty one, the one who twisted that drunk frat boy’s arm behind his back when he tried to grab her ass as she walked by.. I did tell you about it when you called to tell me you changed your mind on the sub…”

“Yeah, now how’d I wind up the lucky bastard married to her, because damn…” Dean cleared his throat and peered around, closing the bathroom door behind him as he stepped inside. “That still doesn’t explain any of this. Think, Sammy… Did you come in contact with anything weird? I know I didn’t.”

“I don’t think I did.. I mean.. Raine and I were talking before I took her home and we were talking about where we thought our lives might be if things worked out differently.” Sam watched Raine and their daughter as they flipped through the tv set, stopping on the Christmas Parade. The little girl’s joyous laugh had a smile tugging at Sam’s lips and he sighed.

“Oh… Oh hell.” Dean finally managed to snag one solid memory of the night before that didn’t feel false.

He was sitting in the bunker, about an hour before Sam finally made it in from his ‘mission’ down at the bar. The bottle of Jim Beam was sitting in front of him and he’d had some classic rock station playing.

He’d just been sitting there, drinking. Trying to imagine what their lives would be like if they weren’t always in danger. He couldn’t see himself ever not hunting, but maybe on a lesser extreme basis.

Only taking cases he was sought out for or something like that.

He’d just talked to Sam on the phone - Sam had been telling him about the red head he suspected was currently in the kitchen right now.

Dean rubbed the back of his head.

“What do we do?” Sam’s question broke through Dean attempting to piece together what might be going on.

Dean rubbed his chin and took a deep breath. “I’ll stumble through the whole present opening thing and then I’m comin over. We’ll try to figure out something then.”

Just as Sam hung up, he felt a gentle tug at the leg of his plaid pajama bottoms. “Daddy?”

Sam knelt down to her level. “Yeah?”

“Can we please, please please open presents now? I really wanna give you yours.”

Sam smiled and even though he was half afraid he’d wake up at any second and discover this was some kind of dream or something, he pulled her into a hug. “Yeah, let’s go, princess.”

She grabbed hold of his hand, attempting to drag him into the living room and Raine eyed him.

“Everything alright? You seemed kind of out of it earlier.”

“Huh? Yeah. It’s good, everything is good. Dean was just calling to let me know he made it back and that they were gonna come over later.”

God he hoped that in whatever version of reality this was, Dean just popping in was a normal thing, he thought to himself, otherwise, he was not going to just be able to explain it without raising any concerns.

Raine eyed him and leaned in, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. “Your brother and Jenn and our nephew come over all the time.. What’s going on, Sam?”

“Nothing.”

Raine eyed him. He almost acted like the time he got hexxed by a witch in Vegas.. When the witch tried to make him forget he already had a wife and tried to lure him to a 24 hour wedding chapel to marry her instead. She bit her lip, opened her mouth to say something, but something in her kept quiet.

She closed her mouth and leaned against him, grabbing for a box. “Oh here. This is yours, daddy..”

Sam eyed her, then the box, biting his lip as he caught on to the special emphasis on the word Daddy.

“Well? Are you gonna open that or not?” Raine was fidgeting, heart racing a little bit. Having another kid wasn’t really something she and Sam talked about. They had both mentioned at odd and off hand times that they wanted another kid, but they never actually sat down and talked it over or planned it out.

Which worked better in Raine’s opinion. Happy accidents were better than planning and stress and frustration when things started to prevent what they wanted to happen from happening.

Sam tore open the box and as soon as he saw the EPT sitting there, he tried to pull himself together.

Parts of him were really really wishing this was real and parts of him were waiting on the other shoe to drop, waiting on demons to burst in or Chuck to show his snivelling face.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out here, Sam.” Raine was sitting next to him, taking shaky breaths as she stared at him waiting on some kind of reaction.

Sam pulled her into his lap and hugged her. “When did you find out?”

“ Earlier this week..” Raine pulled him closer and eyed him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is great.”

…. Maybe I can just sort of go with it.. Until something happens.. And I know it will, it always does… Just once… Sam’s mind was racing as he tried again to pick out anything tangible in his mind that might indicate what was going on or when the other shoe was going to drop.

“ Layla, why don’t you bring daddy what you got him?” Raine told their daughter. She leapt off the floor and went racing out of the room, coming back with a book that looked almost as heavy as her.

Sam chuckled. “What’s this, hmm?”

“Just look!”

Sam chuckled as he took the book, opening it to the first page. He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her close. “I love it, sweetie.”

“You’ll read it to me, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam promised as he reached for a box nearby, recognizing his own handwriting immediately. He held it out to Raine, giving his best smile because he had not one single clue what was actually inside the box.

“Sam, I told you…” Raine took the box and bit her lip as she unwrapped it carefully, bursting into laughter.

“You seriously… went and bought the matches to my purposely mismatched socks.” Raine was about to put the box away, but she caught sight of something silver in the bottom and when she pulled it out, she gasped.

“Oh.. Oh… Sam.” Raine moved to sit in his lap, cupping his jawline with her hand, pulling him into a deep kiss. “How in the hell did you get a picture of me that night?”

Sam coughed, raking his hands through his hair. He knew she was waiting for an answer but honestly, given the situation, he didn’t really have one..

“I took it earlier in the night and I kind of… I’ve kept it all this time. Then I saw that locket.”

“I helped, Mommy!”

“And she helped.” Sam added quickly, praying to fuck that Raine didn’t question it. He let out a breath when she did nothing beyond snuggle even closer to him.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Sam. It’s.. I… I’m gonna cry now, damn it.” Raine giggled as she wiped at her eyes.

XXX

He couldn’t get over it. Every look around the place revealed something totally new. Dean wasn’t very good at hiding it, either. Jenn eyed him as she saw him standing there, holding their first “family photo” in his hands. She made her way over, leaning against him.

“You know I told you not to get him that dirtbike, right?”

“Yeah, well…” Dean shrugged, chuckling. It was a little too easy to just go with the situation he found himself in. Every part of him really did believe that had he chosen… Had he been able to choose.

He would have definitely chosen Jenn.

His arm slid around her and he admitted quietly, “Just kept thinkin about how Dad, he… He kept saying we’d get one, but we never really got around to it.”

Jenn sighed, nodding as she stared up at her husband. “I know. It’s okay. We’ll just have to teach him how to be careful on it. I knew you were going to go back and get it.”

Even as she said it, while she watched their son sitting on the orange and black dirt bike replica, she still got this feeling that something was off with Dean today. She tucked her fingers beneath his jaw, guiding his gaze down to her own.

“Level with me, Dean.. Are you really okay? Because you’ve acted a little off since we got back last night.”

Dean took a deep breath. He was just about to tell her the truth, all of it, but when he opened his mouth to do so, it just wouldn’t come out.

The song on the radio had him kind of biting his lip and thinking real long and hard about what the song suggested, ‘Let It Be’.

Maybe until he and Sam figured things out, letting it go -and going along with it wasn’t too bad, right?

He just had to hope this didn’t come around and bite him right in the ass like so much other stuff in the past had. Jenn was eyeing him again with that look. Dean put his arms around her, hands slipping down and squeezing her ass. “I’m fine, Jenn. I mean it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dean couldn’t help but relax a little when she seemed to believe him.

“Let’s go finish opening presents, hmm darlin?” he muttered the words against her mouth and she playfully walked her fingertips up the front of his tee shirt. “And then maybe I can open up a little somethin else, hmm?”

Dean swallowed hard, coughing a little, but he gave a wink and smirk in response. “Maybe so.”

XXX

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Raine asked the question and Sam nodded. Raine eyed him suspiciously, but she shook her head and muttered something about horomones and past close calls he’d had.

It hit him then. He knew by now that he still hunted. That Dean still hunted. So, it went without saying, he’d most likely kept hunting throughout the beginning stages of their relationship.

But did she hunt now too?

After a few seconds of watching her watch their daughter through the bay windows in the living room, he made his way over, standing behind her, his hands at her hips. He turned her around. “I’m fine, Raine.”

“ Okay.” she seemed a little more convinced. The Impala came to a stop in their driveway and Sam chuckled as he watched his daughter dart straight for it. He honestly thought it’d be Dean and his wife and their child getting out.

He swallowed hard, mouth opening and closing when his mom and dad got out instead, his dad with a pile of presents so high that the man couldn’t really see over them and as a result, was having to look around.

“Daddy! Grandpa and Grandma are here! They did come! I told you they’d make it back from Arizona!”

Sam walked to the door, leaning in it’s frame, rubbing his hand over his hair. A red Impala similar to their father’s pulled to a stop behind where John parked and then with a squeal, Sam’s daughter took off at a run for Dean’s legs.

“Oh! Uncle Dean, did you get those bad wolves? When you went huntin?” his niece was looking up at him, that same look in her eyes that Sam used to get whenever Dean told him the plot to some movie as a bedtime story when they were kids and left behind in the hotel.

Dean swallowed hard, trying to take everything in. Apparently, his parents were still alive in this alternate universe. And apparently, hunting truly was a family affair, because on the way over, he’d gotten into a conversation with his son about his last hunt.

All he could think at the moment was that at least he was doing it right. From what he gathered from Jenn and his son, he and Jenn and Sam and Raine alternated. Whoever wasn’t on the case stayed by phones and kept in touch. And kept the kids safe.

It wasn’t the way his father had done things when he took it up, not at all.

And then it really hit him.

His parents were still alive here. He had his whole family.

They finally had their entire family.

Sam made his way over, laughing when his daughter climbed up and into his arms. He leaned in and whispered to Dean, “What’s the verdict?”

“Remember the last time this happened, right?”

Sam nodded. They’d all been together in the bunker. But everything around them had been totally different.

This time, aside from their own personal lives… Nothing really had been so far. Nothing so catastrophic that they’d want to just keep poking around for answers.

“Yeah.. You don’t think?” Sam asked, staring at his brother intently. Dean eyed everyone and green eyes darted around the cul de sac his brother lived on. “No.. I mean, nothin’s obviously wrong.”

Kids across the street were outside throwing a football back and forth. Further down the street, a few older kids and one or two teenagers were heading towards the diner a few blocks away.

Everything felt okay. There wasn’t this air of something horrible waiting to happen. Despite that being the case, both Sam and Dean had their guard up. And things got even further interesting when John and Mary wandered over, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Okay, now you both know how I feel about makin deals..” John started, with Mary nodding in agreement, glancing back and forth from son to son. Dean and Sam shared a look and shook their heads, raising their hands.

“I swear neither of us did.”

“I know neither of us did. We were just going about Christmas eve normally… Workin a case here in town.. I ran into Raine at the bar and I was actually telling Dean about his wife Jenn when we talked on the phone.” Sam was quick to say it and John rubbed his hand over the back of his head.

“They all think everything is fine. But we all know there’s somethin at play here..”

“John, it doesn’t feel off like last time.” Mary’s hand closed around her husband’s arm as she took a deep breath and watched their grandchildren running through the yard.

Dean chuckled, nodding to his son. “He’s got a pet snake.”

Sam nodded to his daughter. “She pouted a little earlier because we didn’t get her an exact ‘big girl’ chemistry set. Raine said something about her last experiment and the way it exploded on the kitchen ceiling..” and he took a deep breath. “And Raine is pregnant.”

Dean chuckled, nodding to Jenn. “We were talkin about that on the way over here. You took it okay, right?”

“Considering I literally just woke up in the middle of all this today? I hope I did. I tried to.. I just…”

The four of them muttered at the same time, “Don’t wanna leave this all behind.” as Mary hugged her sons. “ I know. I definitely know that feeling.”

“So what do we do?”

“Keep our eyes open. Let all of this ride it’s course. See what tomorrow brings.” John said it quietly and all eyes shifted to him.

“This is all I wanted, from the start. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m gonna roll with it. Everything I’ve seen so far indicates that we’re still in the game, we’re still doin what we’ve always done. Maybe this is finally a reward for all of that.”

“Careful Dad.. you sounded kinda optimistic just then.” Dean watched the kids and called out to his son, “Hey, whoa buddy… Slow down and don’t go so close to the street.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“In the meantime, let’s just get inside. I’m freezing my tits off standing out here. And this cold can’t be good for the kids.” Mary smiled at her sons and made her way over to where her granddaughter sat on the edge of Sam’s porch, hugging herself.

“You cold, sweetie?”

“Mhm. Is everything gonna be okay?” the little girl asked, the question catching Mary off guard for a split second.

Remembering the situation, she plastered on a reassuring smile and hugged the little girl tight. “It is, sweetie. C’mon little man!” she called out to Dean’s son who ran over, grabbing hold of her hand.

“I’m starvin. Can’t wait to get inside and eat.”

Mary laughed softly.

John caught up to her, laughing as he told the kids, “So… who wants more presents, huh?”

“I do!”

“I DO!”

Sam and Dean lingered outside for a little while and Dean finally cleared his throat.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Dean?”

“Don’t do that thing you do where you overthink. I’m tryin not to myself.”

“Careful, Dean, you almost sound like you want things to stay this way…” Sam chuckled and Dean mulled it over, waving at Jenn, who came to the doorway with Raine in tow. “Will you two hurry? A Christmas Story is on and the turkey is almost done.”

“Comin darlin!”

“I’ll be right in, sweetheart.”

The brothers shared a look and took a deep breath.

“I think maybe Dad is right… I mean stoppin for gas on the way over here and there were no weird headlines…” Dean said it, Sam letting out a ragged breath as he pointed out also, “Look… We’ve both always wanted this exact thing.. So the way I see it? If it works and nothing is broken, we don’t try to fix it.”

“We just be really careful.”

“Super careful.” Sam echoed, chuckling as he saw Raine and Jenn waiting on them to come in. “I mean… we’ve always said we can’t have both.. And… we have that here. I want it, Dean.”

“So do I. Let’s just roll with it and see what happens.”

And on that note, the brothers made their way into the house just as Raine and Jenn and their mother were starting to put food out on the dining table.

And as they sat around, laughing and talking and eating, they both felt genuinely happy for once.

A true Christmas miracle, if you will…. Now, they both just had to hope that this miracle extended beyond Christmas… That somehow, this was their life.

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