#pieandflannel

the soft and sensual yet sexy background music obviously had to be from a random playlist ben picked on spotify, it’s not the usual music he would listen to. poor old man still hasn’t gotten quite the hang of the whole ‘technology thing’.

you were positively surprised by ben’s romantic gesture, he usually wasn’t the lovey-dovey type, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

you let out a soft giggle, biting your lip and wrapping your arms around his neck, tiptoeing up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

his own hands snaked from your waist down to squeeze your ass, making you let out a little surprised gasp.

ben smiled mischievously, lifting you off your feet and carrying you over to the bed, holding you up by your ass before gently throwing you down, some of the rose petals flying up into the air and landing on your sprawled out hair, only complimenting your overall beauty.

“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby.” ben crawled onto the bed, hovering above you, positioning himself in between your legs. his emerald green eyes darkening with hunger and need.

you were all his, and he would be a fool not to show you how much that meant to him.

the way you looked up at him, like he hung the moon and stars, melted his stone cold heart. your fingers already wondering off under his t-shirt, feeling out the very well known by you happy trail that lead to the real treasure between his legs. that man was hung, if you catch my drift.

ben liked it when you touched him like that, like you worshipped him, but not because he was america’s son, or because he was soldier boy, but simply because you loved him. you loved ben.

he always felt safe enough around you to be vulnerable, even in the slightest. it was always a plus in your books.

ben’s lips trailed down from your jawline, down to your neck and cleavage. peppering you with kisses and little nibbles. his beard leaving little scratches against your soft skin but that only matched the soft love bites anyways.

his hands roamed around your body, slow and hungry, like he was memorising every inch of your body. his fingers found their way to the hem of your short red dress, pushing the material up enough to reveal your crimson lace panties.

his strong yet not overpowering cologne a contrast to the rosy smell of the room. the warmth of his body heating up the spicy and earthy scent, making your mouth water.

your breath hitched as he suddenly bit your neck, grinding his hard-on against you. your panties barely kept any barrier between your pussy and his pants.

“hmm ben..” you mummed, your hands sneaking their way up his t-shirt, fingertips gently digging into the flesh of his muscular back. you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers and moans, the way he grinds up against you making you soak your panties with your own arousal, the way he showered you with love bites and licks – it made you melt underneath this man. your man.

ben didn’t miss a single whimper of yours, he felt your hips grinding up in rhythm with his. “sweet thing is purring like a lil kitten, huh?” he chuckled under his breath.

“you want more darlin?” he whispered against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“p-please..” was all that you managed to breath out, your hips trying to find that perfect spot to grind up your clit against.

ben let out a low, gravelly chuckle, feeling you getting impatient and needy. “alright baby..”

he pulled away from you, looking down at what’s his, with a smirk.

he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your lace panties, his calloused hands gently tugging your underwear off, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your hips.

his touch oddly delicate and soft for a tough macho guy like himself.

your breath hitched, eyes following his every movement.

he slid your panties down your thighs with a calculated pace, briefly lifting the lace up to his nose and taking a whiff of your arousal before throwing them to the floor somewhere.

he then proceeded to discard his t-shirt off and onto the floor, revealing his toned chest. his hands found their way to his belt without breaking eye contact with you, a soft yet cocky smirk decorating his handsome features, the soft flames of the candles making him look heavenly – but you knew this man was the complete opposite of an angel.

the sound of his belt unbuckling genuinely made your breath shake with anticipation, you needed him inside you soon or you’d start to beg. not like he would mind though.

ben pushed himself up from the bed, standing at the foot of it, his muscular and broad body casting a giant shadow that hovered over you.

he slid his pants and boxers down, freeing his already very hard cock and kicking them off to the side.

your mouth watered at the sight of his delicious erection, your thighs mindlessly rubbing together in an attempt to satisfy the ache between your legs.

ben noticed the little lip bite you were doing whilst shamelessly eyeing his cock, and he couldn’t hide the smug smirk that was forming on his face, not like he’d care to do so.

you were all his – so he was going to take his sweet time with you, remind you what kind of lover he was to you.

ben crawled back onto the bed, humming with a dangerous look in his eyes, his hands grabbing the soft flesh of the back of your thighs.

“spread those legs for me pretty girl, lemme see ‘er” his voice like gravel, filled with pure lust but also something much softer, love.

without much thought, you did just that – opening your legs wide, letting his big calloused hands guide you into the position of his choice.

he moved himself closer, resting his stiff cock against your abdomen. he was big, and thick. but he’s got your holes used to his size by now.

“look at ‘er, fuckin dripping wet.” he chuckled in his deep raspy voice as he rubbed his cock against your slick slit, lubing himself up with your arousal. “bet she’s ready for some fillin hm?”

“ain’t that right darlin?” he tapped his cock against your clit, making you gasp softly, wanting more.

you bit your bottom lip shyly, nodding.

your eyes dilated at how turned on you already were, ben had that effect on you.

your nipples noticeably erect through the thin material of your dress, just asking to be played with, so ben hooked his fingers at the straps of your dress and slid them down your shoulders, proceeding to tug the cleavage part downwards, exposing your perfect pair of tits.

“hm much better.” he hummed with a wicked smile, the dress now pooling around your waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. the top part lowered and the hem pushed up, giving him the perfect view of both your bare tits and pussy.

his hands moved back to your thighs, one hand gripping your soft flesh, enjoying the softness underneath his fingertips.

and the other hand slid between your legs, fingers gently spreading your slick lips apart so he could assess your pink pussy hole that he adored being inside so much.

“this ‘tunnel of love’ looks like it needs some urgent attention.” he inspected it with the tip of his middle finger, feeling out just how wet you were, but not pushing quite in, simply teasing your entrance.

he was very much taunting you – checking how much of his teasing you could take before you snapped.

luckily for him, you were getting real impatient.

“b-ben..” you whined his name out softly, staring up at him with your pretty puppy eyes. you couldn’t help but squirm underneath his touch.

this man wasn’t often sensual and delicate in bed with you, that’s just how he was. but when he was, it would awaken something very interesting inside you.

perhaps it was the little girl that didn’t get enough attention from her daddy now seeking what she never got? the little girl that simply wants to be seen, heard and loved unconditionally?

ben could tell by moments like these, and he’d make damn sure to satisfy his little girl’s craving, the best way he could.

“yes sweetness?” he asked with a devilish smirk, continuing to tease your entrance with his finger, only making you wetter.

“d-don’t tease..” you pouted, your hips unable to resist from squirming, trying to make him slip a whole finger or two.

“ah ah ah! you greedy lil thing.” he tutted, pulling his hand away completely, leaving you whining under your breath.

he was enjoying this way too much, ben’s eyes roamed over your body with hunger. his hands tracing every inch of your body with awe and pure worship.

ben might never admit how in love he is with you but his actions, his tender touch, the way his eyes soften when looking at you – was enough to show you that he does.

he leaned downwards, his lips and tongue working at the soft skin of your neck, pace slow and steady, taking his time with licking, kissing and marking his way down to your breasts.

his thumbs brushed against your hardened peaks before slipping one of them in his mouth, he circled your nipple with his tongue, gently tugging it with his teeth before pulling away, his saliva leaving it wet and shiny.

he looked up into your eyes with a small smirk, feeling your breathing getting heavier with every stroke of his thumb against your sensitive tits.

he lowered himself back to your other breast, giving it equal attention, dragging the tip of his tongue around the bud, making you squirm underneath him.

your fingers found their way into his dirty blond locks, gently tugging at them as you tilted your head back. “hm~ ben..” whimpers and soft moans slipping past your glossy parted lips.

you could feel him smirking against your skin, his beard leaving small red marks. he knew he couldn’t keep teasing you like that for much longer, he was getting impatient himself.

ben pulled away, sitting up. his fingertips traced down with body, lower and lower, until they reached your needy, pulsing sex.

“think i’ve prepared you more than enough, hm darlin?” he grinned, grabbing his throbbing cock, leaking precum impatiently, and positioning the tip at your dripping wet entrance.

you nodded, your breath shuddering with anticipation, waiting for him to finally slide inside you.

your reaction – those needy puppy eyes staring up at him making him let out a mean low chuckle, rubbing his tip between your slit.

“want me to fill that pretty lil tunnel of love of yours?” he punctuated his words by tapping his cock against your clit. again, knowing that’ll break you.

“f-fuck. yes- ben please..” you begged breathlessly, you really couldn’t take it anymore. your pussy was aching for his cock.

“god.. j-just stick it in already.” you whined with a pout, needy tears forming in your eyes.

and that was his weak point – his cold heart couldn’t help but flutter at your adorable yet pathetic begging.

“alright sweetheart alright, you’ve been so good and patient with me haven’t you? my sweet thing.” he cooed, his praise sounding more mean than anything else. but again, that’s just him.

“earned yourself some good dicking-down.” he pushed your legs back against your chest and spread them apart. one hand resting on your inner thigh, holding it in place, and his other one positioning his cock at your hole again but this time – actually pushing inside, slowly stretching you out.

you moaned out a cry of relief, finally feeling his inches filling you up. you automatically grabbed a hold of his forearm and wrist, for any type of stability.

his big thick cock going in deeper and deeper with each slow thrust, even if it wasn’t your first time with him he still made sure not to hurt you, especially that your walls were hugging him tightly in a very welcoming embrace.

“relax doll, can’t go any deeper when you’re squeezin me like that.” ben coaxed, waiting for you to relax your pussy muscles a bit so he can slide more in, but when you were having trouble doing so, probably due to anticipation and excitement, he reached down between your legs and teasingly brushed your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb.

and just like that – the trick worked, helping you ease up, letting him slide the rest of his cock in and bottoming out.

you felt so full, but it was so good.

“that’s m’girl.” ben chuckled lowly before leaning down and giving you a kiss on the forehead. “doing so well f’me.”

before you could even code it, ben hips started rolling, sliding his thickness in and out at a steady pace, making sure to stretch you out nicely.

you couldn’t help but let out a little shaky moan, your arousal coating his cock and acting as natural lube.

the candle flames danced, illuminating both of you with a soft sensual glow, the rose petals beneath you long forgotten.

moans, gasps and heavy breathing filled the room, accompanying the wet skin-on-skin sounds – apart from the music in the background.

ben couldn’t keep his eyes off you, the way your face contorted in pure bliss, the way your plump luscious lips parted as those erotic sounds escaped you – he was an addict, and you were his drug.

he pressed his body up against yours, his thrusts becoming deeper. he was trying to drag out every drop of pleasure out of you, just as much as from himself.

his mouth latched onto your already marked up neck, teeth delicately nipping at your skin – or at least he tried to.

you dug your nails into his muscular back, leaving red scratches, a marking of your own. at least for a couple seconds considering he heals too quickly for you to tell how well you’ve done.

your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you cried out his name and things like ‘feels so good’ and ‘f-fuck.. keep going’

your legs wrapping round his waist as if trying to pull him in deeper, like that’s even possible considering he’s balls deep inside you, making you feel every single vein on his cock rubbing against your walls.

his mouth trailed up to your jaw, leaving soft open mouthed kisses and then pulled you in for a heated, passionate make out.

he swallowed your moans and whimpers, his tongue working it’s way into your mouth, licking and biting at your bottom lip.

he tasted like cigarettes and sin, and smelt even better. the distinct woodsy notes of his cologne along his neck warmed up with his body heat, blessing your senses.

you wrapped your arms round his neck, fingers going into his hair and tugging on it, making him groan against your lips before pulling away slightly, his forehead resting against yours as his thrusts got rougher and deeper, hitting that sweet spot of yours.

the whole bed was making squeaking sounds as if it was away to break, you wouldn’t be surprised really.

ben straightened out and reached for the headboard of the bed, gripping it tightly, before fucking your brains out right there on your rose petal covered bed. the head of his cock continuously pounding at your cervix.

you rested your hands on his traps, the muscles on his shoulders tensing under your fingertips every time he drove his hips into yours.

you cried out in pleasure, feeling your orgasm building – quickly – in the pit of your belly.

his pubic bone grazing your poor sensitive clit with each powerful thrust, his wiry pubes leaving a slight carpet burn against your soft skin, but in an odd way, it felt good.

ben figured that you were getting closer from how tightly your pussy was clamping down onto him, which gave him the opportunity to snake his hand between your bodies and diddle with your skittle, giving you that extra push you needed to find yourself over the edge.

in a matter of seconds, you were left a shaking mess. throwing your head back against the pillows, your back arching off the bed, crying out moans that the neighbours definitely heard.

your body went numb then felt every single nerve ending, ben had that magic touch when it came to you. he gave you the best orgasms ever.

“m’close myself.” he growled trying to chase his own climax now, his hips working at a merciless strength and speed.

“cum inside me, please baby.. please..” you begged between pants, clawing at his chest.

“want me to stuff you full with my load huh?” he chuckled breathlessly. your pussy made a mess already, so there would be no difference if he added a bit from himself. plus ben loved giving you creampies, especially when he got to watch them drip out of your holes.

“well who am i to deny you of that, right angel?” he added, his thrusts getting sloppy, his cock twitching inside you as a warning before it shot out his hot load deep inside your womb.

he slowed down his pace, but didn’t stop pumping his cock inside you, wanting to gift you every single drop of his seed before pulling out and sitting back on his heels.

“never gonna get tired of this view.” he watched your pussy physical pulse, pushing out excess of his thick pearly cum, making it drip out of your used hole and onto the bed sheets, so much for fresh bedding huh?

both of you were left panting, yes even him surprisingly. your legs? trembling. eyes? you couldn’t keep them open. you were literally spent, knowing you’ll get a good nights sleep tonight after this steamy workout.

probably a neighbours complaint or two as well.

ben collapsed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping at his weight.

“c’mere” he snuck an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, your back against his chest, you could feel his semi hard cock poking at your ass, but you weren’t going to complain.

ben learned the basics and necessities of aftercare only whilst starting his relationship with you, so you were gonna enjoy this softer moment with him for as long as he’d allow it.

he rested his face in the crook of your neck, simply breathing in your scent, he loved it, especially after sex. call it pheromones if you’d like.

“happy valentine’s day sweetheart.” he murmured against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“i’ll get you cleaned up in a bit, don’t wanna get up just yet..” he added, kissing your shoulder tenderly, pulling you in even closer to him.

for a second there his macho alpha male crap becoming unnoticeable, irrelevant.

and all that’s left was a man that was deeply in love with his woman.

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and just like that, you clicked into character, the helpless damsel in distress needing help. “oh dean! there you are” you ran up to him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him out the chair.

“i need your help in solving a mystery” you batted your pretty eyes at him.

“a mystery?” he smirked but couldn’t help rising a brow, curious as to what you have planned with this little surprise roleplay of yours.

“please dean, you’re the only one that can help me” you tugged at his arm, pulling him closer to the door which lead to the hallway.

“there is something very strange happening in my room” you added.

“your room huh?” he asked, his voice raspy and eyes already dark.

you nodded with helpless puppy eyes. “yes! all my panties seemed to go missing, all of them! i’m not even wearing any right now” you spoke innocently but let’s be real here, this was total foreshadowing.

“alright let’s check that missing-panties mystery out then” dean agreed with a cheeky smirk, playing along. he gave your ass a little squeeze, discretely checking out if you in fact aren’t wearing any, the sudden action making you gasp.

and let’s just say the mystery solving turned.. rather productive.

your dress pushed up and bunching up at your waist as dean’s thick and hard cock slid in and out of your soaked pussy from behind. your face buried in the pillows, moans muffled in the feathery cushions as his hips met your ass with every filthy thrust.

by the end of all the ‘solving’ the two of you did, to put it simply – your dress was not the only thing that was a complete mess and covered in cum.

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you managed to find a decently good hiding spot before they finished counting. under your bed – classic yet painful obvious.

you were honestly hoping that they weren’t gonna start with the obvious hiding spots, you know, the whole reverse psychology thing.

you laid flat on your stomach under your bed, hand over your mouth so that your breathing wasn’t the thing that gave you away, although you fear that wasn’t what’s the give away, your heart rang in your ears, feeling like it was away to jump out your chest.

was it because of running? sure. but fear and arousal had a play in it too.

“come out come out wherever you are” you heard sam’s taunting voice echo through the hallway, he was close. of course he was, you wouldn’t be surprised if he cheated.

the question now is, did they split up or team up? guess it’s for you to find out.

your bedroom door swung open with a big thud as sam’s biker boots kicked it open, you let out an involuntary gasp from the sudden scare.

unluckily for you – sammy heard. a smirk grew behind his mask.

you heard his footsteps, heavy and deliberately slow, making your heart beat increase even more. you seriously thought it was that loud that everyone could hear it.

the knife he was holding, scrapped against the concrete wall of your room, making you aware of it’s presence.

you watched as the pair of boots stepped closer to the bed, you knew you were fucked, but still, you had the fight in you.

like sam and dean wanted, don’t make it easy for them to catch you.

and you weren’t planning on it.

the big black boots stopped at the foot of the bed, a sudden silence falling in the room. you covered your mouth to mute yourself, but sam could already smell the strong feminine perfume that gave you away.

“thought we all agreed to make this game interesting, but you’re just making it too damn easy for us” sam chuckled in a sinister way before you suddenly felt both your ankles being grabbed by big strong hands, then got pulled out from under the bed, you couldn’t help but let out a scream trying to grab onto the bed leg but sam was too fast.

you thrashed around before turning onto your back to face him, the ghostface mask looking much more scarier in the dull red light than you expected.

your instincts kicked in and so did your legs, landing a couple of shots to his abdomen, which made sam stumble back into your desk, pens and papers falling to the floor, you gave yourself just enough time to get up and bolt out the door.

as you ran through one of the long hallways of the bunker, you noticed just how loud of a noise your shoes were making, which gave you a disadvantage.

so you stopped for a second, throwing them off your feet, along with your socks, leaving you completely barefoot. the cold concrete floor waking up a new sensation in you.

you heard sam’s heavy footsteps getting closer, very quickly. he was running, which meant you had a better chance at hiding than outrunning him. without much thought you started running the opposite direction from where your room was.

as you were away to turn left on the corner, you bumped into dean’s tall and broad figure, ghostface mask, black cloak and a knife in his hand. it’s shouldn’t be turning you on, but by god it did.

it didn’t take even a second for him to grab a hold of you, his deep chuckle vibrating against your back.

“come on now little one. we don’t wanna hurt you” dean cooed into your ear.

you squirmed around in his tight grasp, grunting softly when he tightened his grip. your brain told you to bite – so you did.

after all you weren’t supposed to make it easy for them, remember?

you sank your teeth into his arm, which made him drop his knife and shout in pain. “auh you bitch!” dean growled, his grip loosening for a split second which you used to your advantage.

slipping yourself loose and sprinting down the hallway as he was too occupied cussing under his breath.

sam caught up to dean, “what happened?”

“the little brat bit me” dean massaged his arm.

sam chuckled out. “clever little minx”

“shut up and get her” dean barked, then both the predators started chasing you, the prey, down the hallway.

your footsteps were much quieter now without shoes but sadly it didn’t help with running any faster. you could feel them both catching up to you and you panicked.

running into the kitchen which didn’t exactly have any good hiding spots, only an entrance and an exit door.

you were out of breath, your heart felt like it was away to stop any minute and to your misfortune, sam stood at the entrance door and dean blocked the exit door.

leaving you completely cornered, like a little bunny that’s hunted by big hungry wolves. both of them wearing masks that covered their faces, but you could feel their smirks radiating from beneath.

“give it up sweetheart, you’re cornered. you have nowhere to run-“ sam spoke, satisfaction in his low voice.

“-nowhere to hide.” dean added.

your legs went weak, cotton like.

you leaned against the sink, trying to keep them both at the same distance. your brain was going through all the possibilities of running away, fighting even.

you looked around to notice a clean pan that was on the drying rack, you had a lightbulb moment.

you grabbed the pan and planned on using it against them as a weapon, will it work? you didn’t know, but you had to try.

“and what are you gonna do with that? fry some eggs?” dean mocked, stepping closer to you, with that slow predatory step.

sam followed his older brother’s actions, doing the same.

you felt as if like the walls were closing in on you, your eyes jumping from one winchester to another. “get back!” you warned, swinging the pan back and forth.

fortunately for you, you landed a good hit on sam. the pan making a massive bang sound. sam let out a groan and curled up a bit, holding his abdomen. “i’ve had it up to here with you, you little-!”

you threw the pan at dean and took the gamble, pushing past sam’s broad body, aiming for the entrance door that he was blocking literally a second ago.

“not so fast, little mouse” dean growled from behind you, gripping you by your hair and pulling you back.

you let out a yelp, falling onto your ass. “n-no!!” your body tried to fight him, tried to crawl away but the grip on your hair was harsh, his fingers deep in your curls, he wasn’t afraid to yank them.

dean chuckled lowly, waiting for sam to straighten out and join his side, while you were struggling like a mouse caught in a glue trap.

dean gave sam a quick head tilt, a silent signal to follow him.

dean walked out the kitchen first, his fingers never leaving your hair, he dragged you by your hair, manhandling you like a goddamn savage.

you let out soft whines, trying to hold onto his wrist so it wouldn’t hurt so much. sam followed behind, keeping an eye on you, giving you unlikely chances of getting away now.

the three of you eventually reached your bedroom door, but once the three of you stepped afoot inside, you were fucked.

literally and figuratively.

“it’s game over sweetheart, no more running” dean explained.

“or you will have extra consequences” sam added.

and with that, dean dragged you inside and sam locked the door behind.

you were locked in one room with these two scary and heartless hunters. with sam having no soul and dean being a demon, their level of empathy was basically the same – which was zero. nil. nada. absolutely none whatsoever.

you crawled backwards as both of them stood above you, your back hitting the foot of the bed. you breathing uneven, you did not know what to expect from them now, and that made you feel very uneasy.

both sam and dean looked down at you with their masks still on, knives still in their hands. you didn’t know whether to get wet or pee yourself right there on the spot.

“what do you think we should do with her first sammy?” dean asked his younger brother.

sam chuckled at the idea that popped into his head, “i think her face needs a bit of color, don’t you? thinking.. white” dean smirked at his brothers answer, you on the other hand did not understand the cryptic tone.

“that’s a perfect idea, little brother” dean commented, already starting to unbuckle his belt.

your puppy eyes went wide in shock, seeing both of them unbuckling their leather belts. something deep inside you was screaming, butterflies erupting in your tummy.

the sound of the metal clinking was enough to make you wet.

“on your knees” sam ordered, but you were heavily hesitating. a little scared even.

“he said, on your knees. slut” dean barked as he noticed you not listening to his brother.

you weren’t going to lie, his tone made you jump, lowkey afraid. you got on your knees, not wanting them to get mad or anything, punishment from them would be diabolical, to say the least.

“there we go, that wasn’t so hard to do now was it? or is our little cum guzzler simply deaf?” dean cooed, taking out his already hard cock out his black cargo pants and pumping himself a couple times in front of your face, a juicy vein decorating his shaft.

you looked sam’s way, noticing him pulling out his cock too, his cock longer but not as thick as his brother’s.

both equally pretty and yummy looking though.

“from what i recall you’re a big fan of double cream and all that, so let’s see how well you can handle this type” sam spoke cockily, stroking himself off in front of your face.

both men stood inches away from you, you knelt in front of them, your face at their crotch level so you got to see all the details. from their flushed tips and the pulsing veins to their pearly precum dripping down their piss slits.

you felt nothing short of a whore, a sex toy of theirs to play with as they wish. it felt demeaning, embarrassing, degrading, humiliating – but at the same time you could not help but get turned on by watching those two huge guys jerking off in front of you like that.

both sam and dean’s breathing got heavier, your eyes blown out as you switched your stare from one cock to another, and all you could do is just kneel there on your knees with puppy eyes.

“open your mouth” dean hissed through gritted teeth.

your eyes looked up at him, that ghostface mask staring back at you. you didn’t dare to disobey dean, his short temper scared you and you wouldn’t want him to throat fuck you just to prove a point, so you opened your mouth nice and wide.

and just like that he stuck the tip of his cock in your mouth, “suck.” he ordered, leaving no space for ‘but’s.

you flicked your tongue over his tip before taking more of him in your mouth, humming a soft moan that sent vibrations down his spine.

you looked up at him, with your mouth full of his cock, dean couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at the sultry view in front of him.

his hand went into your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock before forcefully pulling you away, your mouth making a pop sound, a string of saliva joining at the corner of your mouth and his cock.

you looked at him with lustful puppy eyes, slightly embarrassed at how much this was turning you on.

sam tapped your cheek with his cock, “my turn, open up.”

your gaze shifted to the younger winchester, opening your mouth to let his cock slide into your mouth. “so fuckin eager” he chuckled lowly.

meanwhile dean continued jerking himself off watching his brother make you take his inches. “i know right? told you she’s a cumslut” dean grunted, feeling himself getting closer, but his hand kept a steady pace.

sam’s hand held the back of your head, pushing your head down making you gag on his cock, tears welled up in your eyes and drool dripped down your chin.

“she may be a cumslut but she definitely gags like a fucking beginner” sam laughed, mockery in his voice as his hips moved forwards, you tried to breathe through your nose but couldn’t help letting out a choked whimper.

sam suddenly pulled out, feeling himself on the edge.

both the brothers pumped themselves quicker, their cocks practically touching your face.

“tongue out.” dean ordered, you could hear both of them softly panting under their masks.

you stuck your tongue out, your eyes dark and blown out, darting from one cock to the other, ready to taste them.

one after another, their cocks shot out hot sticky semen, covering your pretty little face. sam and dean pumped themselves dry onto your face, admiring the filthy view in front of them – your lips, tongue, cheeks and even your forehead covered with their dna.

you managed to lick the cum off your lips before the rest dripped down your face and neck.

“bet that was better than those oreos you eat” dean chuckled, his cock still hard in his hand.

so was sam’s.

of course this wasn’t the end of it – you would be stupid to think that.

both of them took their masks off, having enough of wearing it. both their hair messy in their own unique ways. dean pushed a hand through his hair.

“aww look at those tear stains, such a poor little thing~ drooling, covered in cum” sam gently petted your head, smiling softly with his signature puppy stare.

you were gullible enough to believe he was gonna be gentle now, but to your surprise he grabbed you by your hair and lifted you up like you were just a toy.

“up up up.” his voice filled with faux friendliness, you had no choice but to get up from your knees with the way he was pulling on your hair.

“on the bed, all fours. we are not finished with you yet” sam commanded, basically throwing you onto your own bed, and standing in front of you with his cock still up right, in front of your face.

dean walked over to the back of you, his hands already on your ass, strong fingers tearing your fishnets open at the crotch and ripping your panties with it. you gasped at dean’s strength, or more like that fact he didn’t even need to use much of it.

your pussy now fully exposed, glistening and dripping from how aroused you were. dean let out a low wolf whistle, “well i’ll be damned, you’re fuckin dripping wet… pathetic little thing is clearly enjoying herself” he let out a gravelly chuckle, his thumb sliding up and down your slick slit, making you squirm under his touch.

“so wet” dean chuckled, amused at just how wet you actually were already.

your mouth agape, a soft moan haunting your lips. your back arched slightly, seeking more of the feeling, but dean pulled away in an instant when he noticed you doing so, i mean what do you expect from a mean fucker like him?

you looked up at sam, your eyes meeting his dark, empathy lacking ones. his stiff cock at your eye level, “open up.” sam commanded, tapping the tip of his cock on your lips.

dean wasted no time whatsoever and pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch. his thick cock sliding in with ease and stretching you out, making you open your mouth and let out a strangled moan.

sam took that opportunity and shoved his cock half way down your throat, making you choke on him as he without a second thought started thrusting in and out your mouth, holding you by your hair, his grip harsh. “that’s a girl~“ he faux praised, the mocking tone never leaving him.

dean’s big calloused hands gripped your asscheeks and started thrusting his length in and out, in and out. your pussy making squelching sounds every time he pushed his cock deep inside you, filling you up to the brim.

“so full of cock, but i can feel just how much you’re into it you little freak, clenching that pussy tightly around my cock- you can’t fool us sweetheart” dean chuckled, increasing the speed of his hips, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in, balls deep, impaling you on both the cocks.

your pussy did indeed clench around him, subliminally wanting to milk him dry, for him to empty himself inside you. “jesus fuckin christ, what a tight little thing you are, gotta start stretching you out more often.” dean grunted in between thrusts.

both the winchester’s worked on you from both ends, it was almost overwhelming so you let them use you the way they wanted. you let out muffled moans as the two of them sped up their movements, chasing their highs.

a creamy ring formed around the base of dean’s cock, all thanks to you shamefully being into this, into being used and stuffed by them both.

both sam and dean let out grunts and strangled growls as they got close, unconsciously competing with each other to see who gets to fill you up with their seed first.

the way your throat clenched as you gagged continuously on sam’s big cock, stimulated his tip. sam threw his head back, letting out a moan as his cock spewed out thick ropes of white.

your mouth flooded with drool and his cum, tears and cum dripping down your face as he pulled out his cock.

“swallow.” sam growled, his fingers still deep in your hair, you wouldn’t dare to do other wise, swallowing his seed right in front of him and sticking your tongue out for proof.

“very good.” his other hand tapped your cheek harshly in a degrading manner.

dean on the other hand was hanging on by a thread, your pussy eagerly swallowing his cock each time he pushed deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix.

he gave you a couple sudden spanks on the ass before finally giving you his seed, shooting his hot cum deep in your womb.

as he pulled out slowly, his pearly white cum dripped out your hole, down your thighs and onto your bedsheets.

“now that’s what i call double-stuffed, ain’t that right sammy?” dean laughed, collecting some of his cum onto his finger and pushing it back inside you, making you cry out a moan.

“just how she likes it.” sam added, smirking down at you, brushing his thumb against your plump bottom lip.

for a long second, the three of you try to catch your breaths.

until sam lifted his head up, looking at his older brother. “switch?” sam asked casually.

“now that’s what i’m talkin ‘bout” dean chuckled, rubbing his hands together before getting off the bed and switching sides with sam.

this was going to be a very long and messy night.

but a deal is a deal – you fought well during the twisted kids game of hide and seek, but in the end you lost.

and losers take their punishment like champs.

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well, because of your boyfriend, oh sorry… ex-boyfriend – that decided to cheat on you a day before the big ol’ st.valentine’s day.

he even planned on taking you to a fancy restaurant for a date, but here you were, crying because of that cheating bastard.

knock, knock, knock.

someone knocked at the front door again, reminding themselves that they’re waiting by the door. the lights were on in the house so you couldn’t have even pretended that no one’s home.

what if it was him? your ex.

did he come here to apologise after realising what he’s done?

you paused ‘legally blonde’ on the vhs with the remote, putting it down on the couch and getting up with a sigh.

you weren’t in the mood to see him, so you planned on simply shutting the door on him whilst in the middle of his apology speech.

but as soon as you opened the door you were met with another boy, your best friend, dean winchester.

brown leather jacket, his classic green flannel shirt, grey henley, bootcut blue jeans and biker boots. and of course that bronze amulet of his that rested perfectly against his chest.

his side was to you, as if he was ready to leave since the door wasn’t answered for a while. assuming you wouldn’t open it.

you quickly wiped your tears with your sleeve, “d-dean? what are you doing here?” your voice was surprisingly soft despite the hours of sobbing.

dean slowly turned to face you, only to make you gasp out in shock.

his face all bruised and bloody.

“oh my god, what the hell happened?!” you instinctively stepped forward, delicately cupping his jaw with your small hands.

little did you know how much it made dean’s stomach flip. the proximity itself, your soft touch. god, he yearned for it all.

he cleared his throat to cover up the small groan of pain that tried escaping him, his jaw was already bruising up. a black eye was forming above his cheekbone, and his bottom lip was busted.

“get your ass inside winchester.” you tried to be adamant but you simply were too shaken up to sound anything but anxious and tired.

you tugged on the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him inside, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“sit on the couch, i’ll be right back with a med-kit.” you announced before disappearing into the kitchen for a brief moment.

you were friends with dean for the longest time, since kindergarten really. you two grew up together, plus his younger brother sammy who usually tagged along.

dean knew your house like the back of his hand, he’s been here plenty of times, for dinners, sleepovers, birthday parties, whatever reason – you name it. you guys were inseparable, until liam came along.

he strolled his way into the living room, looking around as if trying to memorise every little detail of your house. his eyes stopped at the paused movie on your console tv, smirking to himself. seemed like one of your chick-flicks, something he always teased you for liking.

but before he could throw a comment you re-entered the living room with the med-kit and a gel ice pack from the freezer.

he took off his leather jacket, throwing it on one of the arm rests of the couch before sitting down.

your eyes caught a glimpse of some blood stains on his flannel, “that blood yours or someone else’s?” you raised your brow, knowing that dean wasn’t the most innocent of young men, he got into trouble from time to time. usually for the right reasons like protecting the weaker. but still, a fight is a fight.

“liam’s..” he finally confessed.

you stopped in your tracks as you heard your ex’s name, your eyes darting from the med-kit up at dean.

“what?!” your brows frowned in confusion.

dean scratched the back of his head before looking you in the eye. he said nothing, but the look in his eyes told you everything.

“dean, did you get into a fight with liam?” the question came out much softer than he’d expected.

“will you still be mad if i told you he looks worse?” dean asked, almost with a smile.

all you did was sigh, taking some antiseptic spray and applying it to a cotton gauze. you moved closer to him to get a better look at it all, your knee unintentionally brushing his, but that’s all it took to make dean winchester’s heart race.

he swallowed hard, his emerald green eyes never leaving your pretty face, even after crying for most the day he still found you immensely breath taking.

“this will sting.” you warned him before gently dabbing his busted lip with the soaked gauze. it did sting, but he could endure it all day long if it meant that you took care of him like that.

the silence was deadening and uncomfortable, he knew you were upset, and he surely didn’t want to be on your bad side, he never has.

“that son of a bitch got what he deserved..” dean broke the silence, his voice incredibly soft when speaking to you.

“don’t say that..” you shook your head, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes.

“y/n, he cheated on you, he broke your heart.” dean defended his point, his eyes locked on yours.

“so what?”

“so i broke his nose.” he shrugged, not regretting his actions one bit.

“jesus christ dean…you had to break the guys nose on valentine’s day?” you pitched the bridge of your nose.

“he was taking ashley to the restaurant you were meant to go.” his voice darkened at the thought of your ex. he never liked the guy but now he definitely hates his guts.

liam had the privilege to date you and he had the audacity to cheat on you? dean was not gonna be sorry for hurting him.

your heart broke at the information, your eyes watering as you looked down. “…oh.” was the only thing that you mustered to say.

dean noticed the tears forming in your eyes and he hated himself for not being able to do more for you, to take the pain away once and for all.

“hey.. come on, that dick doesn’t deserve a single tear of yours.” he reached his hand out taking your small one in his, gently tightening around yours and shaking it.

you wiped your tears with your sleeve, your eyes puffy and red from crying so much, “i know, i know… but i can’t help it.. i feel so stupid.”

“you’re not stupid.” dean’s eyes softened further, his other hand automatically reaching out for yours and now holding both, his thumbs brushing gently against your knuckles. “if anyone is stupid here, it’s liam.”

“he doesn’t know what he’s lost.” he tilted his head slightly in the hopes that you’ll understand that you’ve lost nothing, it’s liam that has lost.

“now you’re just trying to make me feel better by sugarcoating stuff.” you pouted softly, not really sure of yourself.

“no.” dean shook his head.

“you’re an amazing person with a heart of gold, an infectious laugh and a beautiful smile that i can’t look away from..” he spoke about you with such softness, you couldn’t help but just look into his emerald eyes, adoring your best friend.

“your presence is a blessing.. and liam is a complete idiot for not appreciating that privilege.” his brows frowned at the thought of liam hurting you so badly. dean would never do such a thing if he dated you.

without another word, dean pulled you into a tight comforting hug. the faint scent of his woody cologne tickled your nose as you buried your face in his chest.

the sweet smell of your shampoo blessed his senses, his hand thoughtlessly going into your hair and petting the back of your head with gentleness.

both of you stayed like this for a long second, soaking up each others energy, soft breaths, steady heartbeats.

it felt so natural. you missed this, he missed this.

after a moment you slowly pulled away, but only a few inches away, way too close to be a friendly distance though.

your eyes locked on his before stealing a not so subtle glance at his plump lips. dean noticed, obviously, and his eyes dilated, heart rate rising slightly.

then something happened. it was as if both of you heard the same little voice telling you to do it.

so you did.

you closed the distance by locking lips. slow and delicate, yet with a hint of need. one of your hands going to his chest and the other cupping his jaw, meanwhile his hands gently held your waist, as if he was afraid of scaring you away.

his lips were so so soft and plump despite them being busted after the fight. yours tasted like fruity chapstick, which was so addicting, and even better than he imagined.

but what the hell were you doing kissing your best friend?! although it did not feel wrong, why? did your heart secretly belong with his? all this time you were chasing the wrong guys?

as your brain caught up with the rest of your body, you realised what you’ve done, making you pull away abruptly with wide eyes, covering your lips with your fingers.

“i- i’m so sorry..” you panicked, assuming you force yourself on him and he just kissed back out of pity or something.

the guilt ridden expression on your face made dean’s heart ache, seeing how distressed you suddenly were, he had to step in.

he gently took your hands in his, stopping you from pulling away from him. his green eyes warmly gazing into yours.

“don’t be… please..” his voice came out more desperate than he anticipated. meanwhile you were utterly confused and painfully clueless.

“w-what..?” your were dumbfounded.

dean swallowed, the wheels in his brain turning and analysing, should he explain? confess? he looked down at how small your hands looked in his big ones and couldn’t hide the smile that slowly crept at the corner of his lips.

he sighed and looked you in the eyes, “…i-uh..” his voice shook with nerves, anxiety and doubt creeping up on him.

“..i think i’m in love with you..” dean finally threw it out of his system.

his confession sounded like a joke, a cruel one, but nonetheless a joke. your first reaction was to let out a nervous chuckle, tilting your head to the side like a questioning little puppy.

“w-wait what? is this.. a joke?” you honestly didn’t know what would be the better answer, you loved dean, definitely more than just a friend, and differently than a brother. but you simply kept pushing away those feelings due to you not wanting to ruin a decade long friendship.

dean wetted his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling suddenly dry. every fibre in his body telling him to abort before he gets his heart broken and loses his best friend.

but the little voice inside him told him to be honest and brave, so he tried.

“no.. no it’s not.” he assured, trying to keep his voice calm and collected, but deep inside he was afraid of rejection.

you gulped down your shock, you opened your mouth to say something – anything, but nothing seemed to come out.

dean nodded, clicking his tongue. “i see..” his heart felt like it was ripping itself apart on the spot. his hands letting go of yours as he was getting ready to leave, to flee this embarrassing scene. he grabbed his jacket and slipped it on.

you noticed the defeated demeanour of his and you knew you had to act quickly and act now.

so you jumped up from the couch and grabbed a hold of his hand, well, you tried. only managing to grab a hold of his three fingers.

such a small gesture yet it made his heart do flips inside his ribcage, you managed to get his attention, stopping him in his tracks as he was getting away before you could open up and confess your own feelings.

you didn’t know what to say, you had just broken up with your ex and thought that throwing an ‘i love you’ would be too corny at the moment.

so what did you do?

you took a step closer, grabbed him by the bloody flannel and pulled him in for a kiss.

this time the kiss was with less fear, less doubt and less confusion. i mean for gods sake he liked you, you liked him, so why go against two hearts that were clearly meant to be together.

dean was taken aback by this kiss, but he quickly recovered by pulling you in against his chest and kissing you back.

this time he’s spilling all his feelings that he had kept locked away deep inside himself, you could feel the raw emotion in every of his touch, in every second passing. it simply radiated from him.

but you had to breathe, only pulling away enough to rest your forehead against his, nose tips touching.

“dean, i think i’m in love with you too.” you finally confessed, earning a smile of relief from him. dean’s hands came up to cup your face before showering you with soft and slow pecks on the lips.

you just couldn’t help but smile, no guy has made you smile like this in a while.

dean eventually stepped back a bit, his eyes sparkling with joy and love and everything nice that he hadn’t felt in god knows how long.

he cleared his throat before speaking up, “i know it’s no fancy restaurant but.. since it’s still valentine’s day.. would you wanna go to that 50s diner everyones talking bout? ..my treat?”

“dean winchester, are you asking me out on a date?” you teased him.

“..i- uh..” he choked up.

“i’d love to, but under two conditions.” you grinned.

dean raised a brow, waiting for your conditions. at this point he’ll agree to anything as long as he got to be close to you.

“will you be my bloody valentine?” you asked him, looking at his blood stained henley and flannel before gazing back up at him.

your question made him chuckle, shyly looking down at the ground for a second. “only if you’ll be my puffy eyed one?” he teased you back.

you scoffed out a laugh, mumbling “shut up.” and gently wiping your eyes.

“and the second condition?” dean grinned, bathing in the victory of making you all cute and flustered.

“you let me finish cleaning your face up.” you added.

dean pretended to think it through before answering, “deal.” he smiled, taking his jacket off again and sitting back down in the couch.

and so it turned out, that the universe had to push liam out of your life, in order to make more space for dean.

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he took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing out the smoke that curled around his personal space.

he had to step in somehow, to show the younger fella who you belong to, to mark his territory like a god damn dog that pisses everywhere.

soldier boy cleared his throat, sitting more comfortably in his seat, legs spreading apart to claim as much space as possible. after all he sees himself as an alpha male, and alphas claim everything right?

“y’know sweetheart, you’re not a real vegetarian you know that right?” soldier boy suddenly spoke, a half smoked cigarette resting between his fingers.

the odd and completely off-topic remark caught both you and hughie by surprise. both of you turning your heads to the older man.

“what are you talking about?” you raised a brow with a confused smile, sitting up in your seat.

“vegetarians don’t like meat, right?” soldier boy continued.

“yeah.. so?” you asked obliviously, taking a sip of your iced tea, your eyes darting from hughie to soldier boy.

“well you very much like mine inside ya.” he shrugged, his words making you choke on your drink, iced tea all over the table. mm’s gonna kill you if you don’t clean that up the way he likes, but that wasn’t your concern at the moment.

hughie’s eyes widened, hoping he misheard whatever soldier boy had spoken, but knowing the vulgar and unhinged granny fucker’s vocabulary – mishearing shit like this was very unlikely.

“what the fuck ben-“ you coughed, still choking on your drink.

the smugness of this man was unbelievable, the smirk plastered across his stupid face was so annoying, he’s lucky he’s handsome – and knows how to screw your brains out.

“just sayin, not very vegetarian friendly.” he added, taking another puff of his cigarette, lip curled into a smirk.

“but hey at least you’re gettin some of your daily protein the way we raw-dog it, ain’t that right darlin?” soldier boy chuckled and you covered your face with your hand out of pure embarrassment.

“y’like your holes creampied.” he grinned, as if he was proud of what he was doing, saying – because unironically, he was.

“oh my god–will you shut the fuck up?” you murmured, picking up the falafel ball from the container and throwing it at him. “asshole.”

“tried that already n ya liked it.” he added despite your reaction.

“took some convincing but in the end, you let me ass-fuck you.” he winked your way before standing up and casually leaving.

“m’ out of cigarettes, i’ll be back in five.”

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you shifted slightly on his lap, straddling him more comfortably.

sam sighed out softly, seeing how excited you were to try out these so called aphrodite’s tears – which were apparently aphrodisiac candies. and deep down, he was curious if they’d work at all.

“you promise they’re safe to eat?” he raised a brow.

“cross my heart.” you grinned, knowing your cute charm worked and that you had him wrapped around your finger now.

or so you thought.

“they had great reviews, many satisfied couples.” you couldn’t help but smirk subtly.

“fine.” sam rolled his eyes, but there was no way of hiding his growing smile. you were just too darn adorable.

“yay, which heart color do you want?” you opened up the little bag of candies to show him the options.

all pastels, so innocent looking – yet holding so much power.

“does it matter?” he asked genuinely curious.

you took a quick glance at the instructions at the back, reading it aloud. “white and yellow are the weakest, orange and green are a bit stronger aaand pink n purple are the strongest.”

“i’ll go for green, that’s medium right?”

“yep.” you handed him a green love heart shaped candy onto his hand. the little message writing ‘good boy’.

sam could not help but look at you amused, slightly shaking his head.

“i’ll go for purple.. like your t-shirt.” you grinned taking out a purple one for yourself, your little message writing ‘breed me’.

“you sure you wanna do that sweetheart?”

“i’ll be fine.” you shrugged it off before chewing on the heart candy, swallowing it and showing your tongue to him as proof that it’s too late cuz you’ve already ate it.

“we’ll see about that..” he chuckled, knowing damn well that you didn’t think this through carefully enough, then swallowing his own.

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“hnng- sammy..” you whined, already out of breath, the candy hitting your senses – hard.

sam’s thigh rested between your legs, trapping you underneath him. his hands on either side of your head.

you simply couldn’t control yourself, your hips were moving on their own, in a desperate attempt to get yourself off.

his jeans gave you the perfect friction against your thin cotton panties, you felt your clit rubbing against his thigh muscles, which sent your nervous system into pure bliss.

he’d purposely flex his thigh and bounce it just to hear your whimpers and moans slip past your pretty and swollen lips, which was his fault entirely since this whole situation started with making out.

“s-sammy..” you gave him a puppy pout, eyes completely blown out. your small hands gripped onto his t-shirt, trying to bring him closer.

you needed him, and you needed him badly – in the most worrying ways possible.

sam simply enjoyed your bad decision, the purple candy was definitely too strong for a small girl like you.

so why not tease you about it now? teach you a little lesson.

“whaaat?” he mocked your whine.

“sweet little thing like you can’t handle the purple candy?” sam cooed into your ear, bouncing his thigh roughly enough to force another needy cry out of you.

“oh god please.. i- i need you..” you squirmed underneath his touch. your skin felt like it was in flames, and he was the only one that could take out that said fire.

you could feel your whole pussy pulsing, begging to be filled, played with, anything. your nipples so hard that the tank top had no chance of hiding them peaking through.

“oh yeah?” he chuckled, his hand sliding under your tank top, pushing it up enough so his thumb could play with your hardened nipple.

“mhm~” you gasped out, nodding your head eagerly.

“hmm, i don’t think i’m convinced much.” he shrugged off your pleading.

“sam!” you whined out like a bratty, needy little thing that you currently were.

“you wanted this sweetie, now take what i give you or i’ll leave you high n dry – and alone with your hand.” sam smirked, flicking your nipple, making you jolt.

“you’re so fuckin mean.” he indeed was, you were dripping wet and ready to take him, but he was too busy being a meanie.

“cry me a river sweetheart.” sam mockingly pouted.

your cheeks were flushed, eyes dazed, hips kept on rolling, rubbing your sensitive clit at a delicious speed that had you chasing your climax.

your eyes teared up in frustration when you felt that you couldn’t quite push yourself over the edge with simply his thigh.

sam noticed your sexually frustrated tears and just smirked, fully enjoying the needy mess that you’ve become.

“what’s the matter baby? can’t make yourself cum?” he cooed into your ear before gently biting onto the soft flesh of your neck.

“my thigh not enough f’you?” he let out a mean chuckle.

“you’d rather be bouncing on my cock huh?” his hand found it’s way in between your legs, his long fingers sliding your panties to the side before slipping inside your wet cunt.

the wet sounds that came from your pussy were absolutely absurd, “jesus.. you’re so fuckin wet.” he chuckled.

“you probably wanna be filled up right about now hm? feel ever inch of my cock inside you?” sam slowly pumped his two fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit, making your legs shake – the candy made you so sensitive and horny to the point you started sobbing at how good it felt.

“y-yes.. please..” you begged, your blown out puppy eyes teary and rolling to the back of your head, you swear you were away to cum right then…

only if sam didn’t suddenly take his hand away.

leaving you empty, shaking and away to have a full on tantrum.

“actually…” he licked his fingers clean before continuing to speak.

“i changed my mind. m’just gonna do some more research about that vengeful spirit.” sam grinned, standing up and leaving you sprawled out on the motel bed, to sit down at the kitchen table with the lore books and his laptop.

sam knew what he was doing to you.

but he couldn’t help himself, especially when you’re so reactive. he just loved playing with you like that.

and eventually, he did make you cum – over and over again, until you begged him to stop and go to sleep.

maybe the purple candy indeed ended up being way too strong for you.

or maybe aphrodite was just one cruel mistress.

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