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!!Nsfw!! Wlw+lesbian reader!!!

Maggie is 33 your 19 about to be 20

You and your moms best friend Maggie have been… oddly close lately, stolen glances when your mom isn’t looking, but your mom hasn’t asked why you want to go over to your “friends” all the time and coming back in clothes that weren’t yours.

Your mom didn’t didn’t notice that Maggie’s underwear was on your floor or Her lipstick on your vanity, or her bra peaking out from under your bed I mean you and Maggie were both girls your mom didn’t approve but who cares what your mom thinks when it feels this good.

Those late nights Maggie would come over “for your mom” and stay the night to sneak into your room, bringing wine and touch that makes you feel things a man could never and if your being honest.. more turned on than a man ever could.

It was one of those days, Maggie just came over for “your mom” but you both knew the truth, she came with your favorite wine. The kind that slid down your throat in the best way. A knock and you ran to the door I mean it was your girlfriend how could you not or fling or Situationship whatever you call it

You open the door and Maggie grins, “hey there kiddo” you roll your eyes “don’t call me that” you say back and Maggie looks you up and down before your mom came over your mom spoke something about “oh my goodness! What a supprise! Come in! Staying the night again” Maggie cracked up slightly, “if you’ll let me” your mom nods and lets her in, both you and Maggie go over to the couch.

It was around 7 7:30 ish so your mom is making dinner in the kitchen while you and Maggie got on the couch, and when she knows your mom won’t come in any time soon you and her makeout, her tongue sliding into your mouth like a snake and you didn’t mind at all. You kissed a boy once. It was nothing like this. Not this enjoyable. He didn’t taste this good. No where near.

Now you didn’t know if she was horney and just wanted a quick fling or if you could openly call her your girlfriend. But you didn’t care right now because every time you saw her your stomach jumped. Maggie slowly pulled away for a breath she was about to get on top of you however she heard your moms footsteps and pushed you away you land on the other end of the couch, good thing you didn’t wear lipstick, but there’s a problem she does and hers is messy.

Your mom comes in, “hey Maggie- oh your lip sticks messy.. well do you want a plate? Dinner?” Maggie nods, “thanks” she mumbles out and looks over at you grinning and your trying not to laugh. As your mom left you lick your thumb and wipe off the messy lipstick. She smiles and kissed your thumb and soon your mom comes in with the food, the whole time you and Maggie kept glancing at each other

Your mom didn’t notice she never does.

After dinner your mom got tired and went to her room you and Maggie look at each other and she opens her wine. You spoke up “so.. what do you wanna do now” she grins , “I think you know but wait till your moms asleep kid” you crawl to her side of the couch and pull yourself into her lap. Her hands move to your hips, “your going to get me in trouble with your mom kid.” You smile to yourself. You didn’t care what your mom thought. It felt too good to care. “I don’t care, and don’t call me that” you lean in kissing her.

She puts her hand on the back of your neck pulling you closer and even when you pull away for breath her lips chase yours as you fall back on the couch she sits on your hips you look up at her your eyes dark, “m-my room not here my mom might come in here…”

You and Maggie tip toe over to your room and she shuts the door pushing you against it, her tongue glides into your mouth. She taste like dark chocolate and wine. You grin against her lip as she unbuttons your pants sliding them down. Oh god your so excited this is so good you feel so good.

Her teeth sunk into the sign of your neck you let out a shaky moan. “Oh god” you breath out her tongue sliding over the bite soothing it almost, “not god just me baby” the looks up at you hooded eyes before lifting your shirt.

You lift up your arms and she takes off your shirt shy looks up at you before kissing in between your breast you finally spoke up, “Maggie are you sure my mom might wake up” she grins up at you “let her hear how loud I make you..” you roll your eyes “I don’t want her to hear us” he stands up now looking down at you “then don’t be loud princess” she puts her hand on the small of your back and kisses you.

You kiss her back hers is rough experienced more than you at least you lean into her and she grabs your hair pulling you back and kisses your neck her canine teeth sinking into your neck (that’s a reference) and you moan your back arching into her she grabs your thigh and lifts it over her hip and you kiss her.

She pulls you over to her bed and pulls your pants down. She smiles and looks at you before leaning down and kissing your stomach she keeps kissing down and you moan before covering you mouth.

She grins and kissed you through your underwear slow teasing. She takes her shirt off then her bra you look down at her and your eyes roll back oh my god this feels so fucking good. “Stop teasing me … please” she grins ar you before taking your underwear off and blows cold air on your clit and you moan loudly having to cover your mouth again and your eyes role back.

Oh my fucking god.

She leans in her tongue going inside you swirling around. You grind on her face she pulls away sucking on your clit her two fingers going inside of you her nails scraping your walls slightly you almost cry out in pleasure. She puts her hands on your thighs and puts her hands on your thighs pushing them against the sides of her face your head falls back as her nails hit that spot. The one that makes your eyes roll back,your stomach flutter and moan loudly against your hand

She grins. She knew that was the spot and she pressed down on it. You arch off the bed. “Oh- ah r-right right there” you moan out, “say please for me baby” you’ve never listened faster in your life. “Please please please” she pressed down harder and you came letting out a shaky, whimpery breath.

“Good girl such a good girl for me” she kisses you passionately you taste yourself on her lips and she takes off her pants and underwear quickly

She sat on your hips, “can my baby handle anymore?” You nod weakly before she grips your headboard and sat on your face your tongue swirls around her clit as she rode your face

You’ve never felt so fucking good. She rode your face and gripped your hair until she came. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Like a fucking god.

You thought everything was perfect until she kisses your forehead, gets off of you. And without a word she puts her pants and shirt on grabbing her bra, you look confused. “W-what where are you going..?” You smell like sex and wine, well sex if it has a smell but anyways she opens her mouth “I’m not staying tonight” she looks at you like she’s just your moms friend like you two didn’t just have sex .

She looks at you one more time before leaving. Her smell still there, you look at the underwear on the floor a subtle reminder of what you’re been thinking the whole time.

Was it casual ? Or are you just a fling?

Sorry if the nsfw part wasn’t good uh idk how to write it and this is my first nsfw. Also this one is based off both ‘Red Wine Supernova’ and ‘Casual’ both by Chappell Roan

REGGIE FRANKLIN!/ THE A-TRAIN BABY! I don’t think there needs much or a Tw but Tw:violent scenes 

°//Wont you die tonight, for love?//°

You and “the A-Train baby!” Had been dating for quite some time now you were there to scold him every time he took compound V and he was there every night your sit there staring at seemingly nothing, now you aren’t apart of the seven or anything but you can see ghost, even if they look like their mutilated body. Sometimes you can’t take your eyes away. And if you have enough energy you can let out a banshee like scream.

You held each others hands when things got tough. You could trust each other anything he said to do you would because you knew it was for your safety. And every time you told him to knock some thing off he would. But he kept one secret from you. Compound V you didn’t even know he got a new heart or that his was failing.

Even through out you held his hand and you two kept going until one day he came home panicked, “bae? Hello? Did he already get here no no no…” A-train started to cry but you stepped out of your room unscathed

“what who? Don’t cry don’t cry” you run over to comfort him but he grabs your hands , “you need to pack your bags and go. Go get far away from here leave me and this life behind you need to go” you were so confused. You loved him more than anything why was he saying this? So you ask cautiously,“Why? What happened?” Through A-Trains tears he grabs your face and starts begging you. He runs to your room even packing your bags.

You finally snap which is uncharacteristic, for how you treat him at least. You snap it other people, but you’ve never really snapped at him “tell me what is happening or I won’t leave.” He looks at you hands shaking “i love you.” You were confused, uh ok? I mean you said it every night before bed but why is he saying this now? Is someone out for you, or worse out for him?

Reggie, the Reggie you know not “a-train” hugs you desperately and you hug him back tightly, “what’s going on..” you look up at him but he won’t tell you just hands you your bag and kisses your forehead. Until he finally did tell you. “Homelander.. I ticked him off real bad this time your not safe. Please go.” You tense. You knew the bad sides of homelander reggie told you every day.

You held his hands “I’m not going without you” Reggie starts to cry. “You need too. I don’t want you gone baby you know I don’t.” He held you tight and he shook as he cried. “What’d you do?” You look up at him. He sighs and answers “I got butcher and then compound V.” You were shocked. “I-I TOLD YOU TO STOP!” He holds your face , “I know and I should have listened please run far from here.”

If you ran, your whole life here, with Reggie would be nothing. Nothing at all. Just a memory and it was supposed to be the future. You hold his hand and you start to walk out you don’t want to. But you need to and if you didn’t walk out now Reggie would blame himself for your death. Even if you got far enough he would always blame himself for anything that could happen to you. But you both didn’t know homelander was already there.

As you walk out you’re greeted by the blue eyed demon you’ve heard about. The one you are supposed to be hiding from. A-Trains face falls. It goes pale too. He picks you up in his arms infront of homelander and says “close your eyes” you do as told and a-train runs. He runs faster than he has got any race, or any mission, he his heart is beating fast against your ear, not because of how fast he’s going because he’s scared of losing you.

You get outside the city and he stopped a car telling the driver a Middle Age man to get out and that he’s “The a-train” and as the driver got out he put you in the driver seat

“You drive and you don’t ever stop. Even when you think homelander isn’t there. Because he is, you keep driving and never look back. Not for me not for anyone” he kisses your forehead and puts a small velvet box in your hand your still shocked at what’s happening.

You press the gas, you get about a state over texting Reggie over and over. You stop for gas for five minutes. A-Train was following you. He needed to make sure you were safe but homelander got there it was dark out at this point. A-train screams “RUN!” And you see homelander. You didn’t get in the car he could follow you it’s too easy it has a licence plate and everything, you run into the woods and Reggie follows he picks you up and runs but you reach a steep hill too steep to even think about climbing.

Homelander was going to kill Reggie first just so you know there is so hope after all. That no one can save you. And no one will save you homelanders mouth opens his words sound sweet but in the worst way, like a birthday cake covered in mold. His words slid out of his mouth, “ah, the famous Y/N pleasure to meet you. And a-train” he averts his eyes to Reggie. Then back at you. Before opening his mouth again, “you see your.. boyfriend has caused me a lot of trouble. A lot. Did he tell you he was a snake? A liar and a rat.”

Homelander stepped forward so calm it made your skin crawl “what do you want from me.” Your words come out unsure. Scared. In fact terrified, homelander spoke while Reggie held your hand “I want to show you and your boyfriend what happens when they’re rats, you see what’s the point in killing what is it.. Reggie? What’s the point in killing Reggie when I can make him suffer without the one he loves the most in life.”

You tense Reggie holds you and whispers in your ear “it’ll be ok. Everything will be ok. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” and as he looks up homelander is right infront of him, Reggie looks up at homelander and homelander grabbed his neck choking him against a tree, “what was I so scared of..?” Reggie chokes out “COVER YOUR EARS PLEASE REGGIE” he did and you let out a blood freezing banshee wail. Homalnders ears start bleeding he looks at you. Charging over. He grabs your hand

Reggie is coughing trying to catch his breath weakly on the ground and homelander.. twist your hand off and you scream, Reggie looks up helplessly. Homelander grabs your neck and lifts you up his grip bone crushing, he rips off your only other hand and you scream weakly you choke out “some hero you are.” Before he snaps your neck. A-Train screams and crawls over to your limp body.

Remember that velvet box he handed you? It was a ring. He wanted to marry you, to grow old with you and now your…gone? He cry’s into your chest holding you close then.. homelanders eyes light up red. He’s about to lazer Reggie, “put me out of my misery already” Reggie cries but homelander just lazered his legs off, blood oozing Reggie isn’t A-Train anymore . All he can do is stare helplessly at your limp body until he bleeds out and can join you.

Slowly but surly, joining you in death, you both died tonight. For love.

Thank you for reading! Fun fact all my fan fictions are based off songs, this is ‘join me in death’ by HIM

TW: !!self harm and suicide!! It’s kinda sad but who cares yk? BLACK NOIR THE BOYS!

Black noir and you had a complex yet stable relationship if you could even call it that,

even though he couldn’t talk too you because of his brain damage from solider boy you would get him these cute little notebooks to write things down in, it was a sight honestly no one had ever seen. No had ever seen noir so.. passionate. No one had ever seen you so patient nor calm.

You usually snap at every little thing. Like a scared dog, you were third in line in the seven. You have the power to make people see things, hallucinate, they don’t know what’s real and what’s not. You can imagine your suit however you want.

You and noir started taking sign language classes together, so if he didn’t have his notebooks you could still talk. You were there when he had nightmares, and he was there when you relapsed on the bathroom floor blood gushing from your thighs and sometimes wrist. And you helped calm him when he someone would mention solider boy and he would have a panic attacks

You never thought anyone would notice anything about you. Even things you don’t notice about yourself. Like how when the sun hits your eyes they look more green. Or how patient you are with children. But noir did, I mean noir always wanted children but you And him were never sexual.

You were scared you’d maybe hurt him if you touched his scars. He took his mask off around you though. Those what people would say “ugly” scare face with half of it being basically boiled skin you thought was.. beautiful.

He was beautiful.

The most gorgeous thing you’d seen in a long time. It’s engraved in your memory even though Earving is gone (Earving is black noirs real name) you still sit on your couch staring blankly at the wall wondering what both of your lives would have been like if he lived long enough to experience more of it with you, he was a gentle soul. A kind, calm patient soul.

Even when you know he’s not coming you still lay on the bathroom floor thighs gushing crimson red because you pressed down, because maybe this time he’ll come patch you up again.

Maybe he’ll come into the bathroom and clean your legs up and pet your hair while you cry into his shoulder. But you know he won’t, not because he doesn’t want to, because he can’t because no matter what or how much you do he won’t come back alive again.

So this is a story of memory’s, or what it could have been, because now you’re just a shell of yourself. Because when he died he took you with him.

You and black noir where laying on the couch, you had some wine he had whatever soda he wanted it didn’t matter to you at the time, he didn’t have his mask on and you were staring at his face, he reached for the mask thinking you were disgusted.

You grab his hand. “Don’t. Please don’t. Your gorgeous. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Your hands reached up to cup his cheek his head leaning into your hand he reaches for his notebook this time writing down. “Promise?” You nod your head unable to take your eyes away from his eyes, the most beautiful color of brown at first you didn’t have a favorite color, you never have. Not even since you were little. But now you do it’s dark brown. Because those eyes are what you think about. Every. Day.

After that day when you were alone just you two he wouldn’t wear his mask because you loved his beautiful broken face.

However you didn’t know how to love. You were broken too. You were always taught that love is weakness. That any emotion but anger was weak. Every time you caught yourself catching feelings you would push him away he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t even know why because he did actually loved you but you was scared to love.

Looking back on it you wish you would have let him in. You wish you never pushed him away you wished you held onto him, but it’s too late now. You can only hold onto the memory of what you two once were.

Was this bound to happen or did you do this? You don’t know but it’s too late to change. So as you stare emotionlessly at your wall supposed to be a super hero you weakly raise your arm the gun feeling heavier then it always has as you put the gun to your temple those memories won’t matter. Because the only person to remember them is gone.

Thank you for reading! 💙

°//Soul boy, Dean Winchester//°

Tw: mentions of emotional grooming, and graphic scenes such as self harm,and self deprecating thoughts.//also let me preference that this is not a kink nor fetish content I t is HEAVILY implied in the show and if you look it up, it says he was groomed if you are reading this to get off smth is wrong with you.

It started when Dean could barely comprehend things. He was too little to even understand what what happening. Dean was four, John groomed Dean into a dutiful solider instead of treating him like the child he was.

The second deans mother, Mary,was killed by a demon John left him and infant Sammy in a cheap motel. For weeks at a time, Dean was forced to be a mother and a father before he was ever a child.

Dean wasn’t provided a stable home nor education, mainly because he was moving town from town while,having to worry about infant Sammy instead of himself and normal kid things. One night he was sitting on the bed watching infant Sammy sleep thinking to himself, “why do I have to do this.. what did I do? Why is dad gone” as Dean grew, still young, however it got worse. Dean was a loud kid, a loud playful well, kid.

And he was raised as a dutiful solider. If Dean didn’t listen well, he wasn’t safe nor loved. John needed complete and udder submission, obedience. From just a child. John took his time with Dean. No one noticed how Dean became quieter, or how he would tense at the sound of his own name, or how he knew how to take care of an infant so well at his age compared to his father. No one notices how Dean was becoming less of a kid every day because to them he was “just a pleasure to be around!”

Sometimes he would look at Sammy and get jealous. How Sam was smarter. How he didn’t have to worry. Didn’t have to cook or worry about what time the motel kicks them out. How he could worry about homework and kids at school instead of worrying about what kind of order John would bark out next. Only once did Dean snap. Sam was 4 at this point in time and Dean snapped saying, “YOU UNGRATEFUL SHIT! YOU DONT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU’RE DADDYS FAVORITE!” And as tears welled in Sam’s eyes Dean immediately felt guilty. it’s not like he could just undo it. And Sam ran off to the shared motel room. While Dean thought, “fuck what will dad do to me when he gets back.. god I shouldn’t have snapped. God I just like dad”

Even when John was off drunk or at some whore house or blacking out and waking up in random beds or outside of a bar or driving states away for a hunt leaving Dean and Sam for weeks Dean wouldn’t stop wishing his dad would love him.

That’s all he wanted. He wanted to feel the parental love he had to give to his brother. He wanted to feel safe and loved and in his case he needed to be completely obedient, not a single step at a place, In order for that to happen

As Dean was in his teenage years he wondered one thing. “Am I just a tool? To be used and thrown away like nothing happened? Like that’s all I’m fucking worth? To be used and thrown away?” Until one day he considered somthing most people would say “wouldn’t make him a man” he. Cut himself..

He was around 15 completely dependent on his father. He worshiped his father’s words like John was a god. John’s grooming had worked. Dean was a devotee. A devotee who would do anything for his god. Anything. And dean still thinks his dad hasn’t done anything wrong. Nothing.

As deans devotion went on, he believed John could do no wrong. Anything said bad about his father would go in one ear and out the other, even if you had told him he was being groomed and none of this was OK he wouldn’t believe you . Still won’t. Still won’t admit some of those scars weren’t from hunts. 

Sometimes he remembers those nights on the motel bathroom floor. Gagging himself with a washcloth so Sam didn’t hear as he pressed the Blade deeper. And when he finally stopped, he got into more fights. Seemingly so his knuckles would bleed, or maybe because he’s an adrenaline junkie. Or maybe he’s just wanting to feel anything other than worthless.

Because I promise he remembers getting to “ Laffy taffy” he remembers when he pressed down a little too hard. When the bleeding wouldn’t stop. When Sam woke him up because the wound kept opening in the middle of the night. He remembers almost overdosing on those Benadryl’s. He remembers almost fainting every mission because of how much blood he lost the night before. 

Maybe those nights didn’t stop until his late 20s. But I mean he’s dead. What is he supposed to tell us?

And even if he was alive. If you told him he got groomed he wouldn’t believe you because deep down he still devoted to his father 

Because he is just a soul boy.