A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, it’s hands down the quickest I have ever written anything because I was so into it. I don’t care who you are, we all have had some sort of insecurity at some point in our life. I hope this is a way for whoever may be struggling with this to learn to accept themselves and if you are in a toxic relationship, you can do so much better. You are all beautiful!! Thanks yall! As always thank you to my forever beta @avasmommy224
It was your second week working as an extra on the show Supernatural. Your boyfriend was beyond unsupportive, he always told you that you were never good enough to be an actress. You weren’t skinny enough for this role or too skinny for that role. You would get an offer for a part and as excited as you were to get his opinion, he always had something negative to say. This time it was for a love interest of Dean Winchester’s. You were a vamp that he’d met in a bar a few episodes behind but you slipped out of the bar when you found out that he was a hunter.
Emma Swan doesn’t want to spend a single night away from her pirate, least of all the night before their wedding.Attempts of persuasion through text message ensue.
Emma (10:45): I miss you already.
Emma (10:45):I hate being apart.
Killian looks down at his phone, after the third incessant buzz, and his heart clenches in his chest. He misses her too. Does she not see that? Does she think he wants to spend more than a second away from her?
Killian (10:47):Aye, love. I miss you too but it’s tradition.
He doesn’t know the rules when it comes to this sort of thing, if texting counts or if it doesn’t. They don’t really have anything like texting in the Enchanted Forrest so, for all he knows, this could bring just as bad of luck. But he’s willing to take the risk if only to bring her some sense of peace, unable to stand the thought of her alone in their house, thinking he doesn’t want to be with her so much it bloody hurts.
So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada!
Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance.
Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her.
Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut
Warnings: Smutty Goodness.
Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis!
Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n.
The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint.
Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.
Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned.
Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.
Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies.
Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you.
Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.
The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you.
You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.
“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.
Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.
The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red.
Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.
You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”
Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you.
You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.
Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.
You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.
Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.
You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.
The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”
You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.
Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.
You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.
Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.
He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.
You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.
Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered.
You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.
Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.
You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma.
Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.
You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.
Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”
You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.
Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind.
You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.
The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”
You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you.
Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”
You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.
Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.
You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.
Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.
You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”
Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”
You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes.
Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.
You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.
Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.
You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.
Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”
You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.
The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.
Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…”
You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.
Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.
“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.
Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.
You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.
The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.
You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms.
Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.
You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.
“Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.
You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.
Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.
The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.
You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.
Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you.
Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.
Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.
“Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.
The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.
Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.
Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body.
You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.
Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.
“A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.
Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”
You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.
Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.
You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust.
“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.
Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.
You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.
Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.
You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.
Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.
You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.
Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him.
You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.
Jeff perked up when he heard the door open.
“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”
Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”
You giggled and hid your face a bit.
Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”
Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”
Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.
Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.
Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you.
You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously.
Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.
Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.
Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”
You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.
Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”
Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.
Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.
Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.
Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”
Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”
You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.
Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother.
Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”
Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”
Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”
Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.
Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”
You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”
Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.
Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.
Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”
Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly.
Phil stared at the tweet, his mouth slightly agape.
As someone who doesn’t go outside or open
the curtains ‘spring’ is just the time when it gets warm enough to walk around
in my underwear.
After being in
a relationship with Dan for eight years, Phil had never seen such a bold
statement on his twitter, and about underwear of all things. Would he really be
walking about their flat in nothing but his boxers? That didn’t seem very in
character of him. Dan was the type of guy who sometimes kept his shirt on during
sex. Phil didn’t mind that, of course. It was his own body. The only issue was
that sometimes, things get caught in the fabric. “Babe?” Phil heard his lover’s
voice from the lounge. “Yeah?” “Have you seen my MacBook charger?” Dan appeared
in the doorway to Phil’s bedroom.
This is re: the infamous origins of Hannibal’s plastic murder suit (this post). Or what happened after youthful Hannibal realized his passion for nice clothing conflicted in some areas with his passion for nice murders.
“He’s not a painter,” Maud said. She adjusted the
plastic on the mannequin. She thought it was
tight at the hips, but their client had asked for some very precise
Maud bent down and checked that both leg
cuffs were even. “No paint on his fingers, not on his pants, not on his shoes.”
Maria sighed. “I meant painter as in art, not
as in walls.”
“Same thing,” Maud said. She stepped back to look
at their work. The small Baltimore uniform shop had been puzzled at first by
the request of a made-to-measure protective plastic suit. More so when it had
been required that the plastic be transparent. And now there it was, in all its
gleaming and crinkling glory. “Artists will get their hands dirty,” said the
seamstress to her colleague.
“I do get dirty, from time to time, but I
prefer to spare my clothes most of the horror,” a voice behind them said.
Maria and Maud spun around. Their client, a
tall, slim young man, with blond hair slicked neatly back and a European accent,
was on the other side of the counter. He had crept into the shop as silent as a
“Mr. Falvorno,” Maria said. “We… were
“About stuff that’s none of our business,”
Mr. Falvorno’s eyes shone in a strange light
as he tipped his head, as if granting a point. He didn’t seem angry, but
humored deeply and quietly.
With a gracious smile, he walked over to the
dressing rooms for his scheduled fitting.
Maria’s face flushed and she scooted into the
backstore, letting Maud to take care of Mr. Falvorno.
Maud slipped the suit off the mannequin and
walked into the main fitting room. Mr. Falvorno was just done removing his
jacket. He folded it and hung it on a chair where it wouldn’t obstruct the view
in the three tall mirrors. He took nothing else off. As requested, the suit
would be worn as an overgarment.
“If not a painter, then what?” he asked Maud,
opening the suit, studying the seam where the zipper met the neck.
Maud tried a polite shrug. “It’s really none
of our business.”
Mr. Falvorno looked up at her, and let the
gaze linger until it hardened, intensifying as if it queried her soul. “Please,”
he said. “Tell me, what do you think I intend to use it for?”
Maud swallowed and found it difficult to just
lie. She couldn’t. Not with these eyes holding her down. “I think it’s a sex
thing,” she blurted out, as truthfully innocent as a newborn.
Unbothered, Mr. Falvorno tugged the suit up
to his waist. He arched an eyebrow in consideration. “In a way, it’s closer to
the truth than painter.” He pulled the rest of the suit over his torso, and fit
one arm, then the other one in the sleeves. “I occasionally have to take part
in butchery,” the young man explained, squaring his shoulders to test for
stretching space. “A colleague of mine hunts. Sometimes deer, sometimes things
more exotic, abroad. Whenever we join him in this, he insists to have us
participate in the quartering of the beast.” The suit looked good on him, Maud
realized, if a bit awkward. But nothing could be more awkward than the
situation she now found herself in, talking sex and butchery. “The last time,
my jacket and pants were beyond saving. I found that unfortunate.”
She nodded, her throat still tight. “So not a… bondage accessory.”
Mr. Falvorno looked at her in the mirror. “Not
exactly no.” He was smiling again. It was both particularly charming and terrifyingly
detached. “But there are bodily fluids involved.”
A/N: This was a fun one to write, I’ve never written them before! Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Jo has never been able to resist an older man. There’s just something about a little bit of gray at a man’s temples, the way they hold their liquor like they barely feel it, the way they stare at her like they already know all the right ways to touch her. She rarely goes through with it, knowing that sleeping with any hunter who passes through the Roadhouse is probably not the best idea, but it doesn’t stop her from looking or flirting.
But when it comes to John Winchester, she always makes an exception.
‘I like it.’ Harry returned, pulling food from the brown bags and handing things to her. Zara noticed the note of extra jalapenos on the burger that Harry handed to her and she smiled, pleased Harry had gone with it and not thought she’d regret it like others had tended to.
‘Ketchup?’ She asked hopefully.
‘And mayo.’ Harry told her proudly handing the sauce sachets to Zara.
‘Wow Grim really didn’t forget anything huh?’
‘Heyyy.’ Zara snapped her head to Harry at his response. His face was a picture of offence and she had to try not to laugh. ‘I remembered from the restaurant actually.’