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alwaysshallow · 7 months

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boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

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tarjapearce · 10 months

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Marvelous

Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant! Reader

WARNINGS: Little bit of angst, fluff, protective Miguel. Nudity appreciation, pregnancy, emotional distress over pregnancy, body change.

Summary: You don't feel enough for Miguel. He proves you wrong.

Requested here

Hope you like anon ✨

Being with someone like Miguel was far from easy. Coworkers in Alchemax, that slowly melted into friends, little jokes here and there, a little more trust and the friend line blurred more and more, until, oop! Attraction led the way until love went ahead of it.

And now, a couple of years later, here you were, padding your fingertips and massaging gently the top of your round and pregnant belly.

Miguel was like a happy madman when you told him that you were pregnant. But that also had been the start of a stage you had never seen him before. Overprotection.

If you wanted to get your slippers, he'd bend over and place them on your feet, to avoid you flexing too much. He'd always get behind you as you walked down the stairs, would literally do anything to make your pregnancy easier.

Even though his overprotection could be a bit vexing at times, it had more benefits than anything. Your feet were sore? He'd bring some soothing oils and massage them. You woke up craving something? He'd wake up and drive and didn't dare come back until he got you what you craved. Back pains? None of that as he would be your own personal heat provider.

The man loved you, that was much true.

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As you walked through the streets hand in hand with him, it was unavoidable to not notice the hungry stares some women did his way, then they'd look at you and sneer in a subtle grimace.

Miguel was way into his thoughts to actually pay attention at your mood changing. Self consciousness in your appearance sinking deeper in your head.

"Can... Can we go home?" You halted and he seized you with a curious gaze.

"Thought you wanted to try the place?"

Shaking your head you just pulled him back. The scrutinizing eyes just turned sharper around you. Heart beating faster, some hidden laughs as they glanced your way. You needed to go, your head was spiraling into an unkind tornado of self doubt and deprecating thoughts. Hand squeezed him tightly.

His eyes squinted but he just nodded

"Wanna order food from home?"

You shook your head.

"I just feel a bit tired, that's all." of course he'd notice the little break in your voice.

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You stared at the mirror, naked. Swollen feet, extra pounds that had settled in your hips, inner thighs and arms. A wider back. Stretch marks in every place you reached to see. Dark spots in certain areas, face puffed and breast that didn't precisely offer much perkiness.

Disgusting

Your mind groaned.

How could he look at you and not feel repulsed?

No. He loved you. Right?

He could get another woman once you've given him what he wants.

The mere thought brought tears to your eyes.

He wouldn't. No he would never do such thing

Why would he waste his precious time in someone like you?

Heart beat painfully fast in your constricted chest.

You're just embarrassing him.

Shaky hands took the first thing that they could grab. A sheet.

Hide away!

The sheets were wrapped around your body, tightly. Your legs made you curl in in the corner nearby the bed. Your own corner of shame.

What did he see in you? What had possessed him into putting a baby in you? Surely there were far better and prettier suitors. Suitors that would look the opposite of you in their pregnancy.

You had seen so many gorgeous women which pregnancies were a breeze. Unlike you, all over the place with clothes that barely fit you. Miguel had given you some of his t shirts and jerseys to be around.

Speaking of the devil...

His keys just tinkered as they were put in the usual spider shaped tray in the entrance. He called your name, but it only made you to recoil further in the sheets.

"Mi amor?" His hand pushed the door open and frowned upon watching you on the floor, sniffling and shielding yourself from whatever that had harmed you.

"Princesa?" He approached carefully upon hearing your muffled sobs. His heart gave panicked leaps. Were you hurt?, No. The doctor had said it was a perfectly healthy baby, and there was no visible sight of any emergency in plain sight. His heart wrenched as you covered more in the sheets the more he approached.

"Go away..."

He stopped, but slowly walked to you.

"Miguel, please just-"

He sat next to you.

"Wanna tell me why my wife is crying on the floor and wrapped in a sheet?"

Shaking your head, you wiped your tears.

"H-How can you be with someone like me?"

The question threw him off guard.

"What did... you just say?"

He wasn't angry, just genuinely curious as to why you'd ask such thing.

"From so many options you could've picked, why would you choose me?"

"I'm sorry but I am not understanding."

"C'mon, Miguel. From all the prettiest women you could've picked, you ended up with me. Why?"

His mind clicked at the sudden realization.

"Because I love you, that's why."

You weren't convinced much to his dismay.

"Come." He stood up and helped you up.

He guided you to the mirror in the middle of the room and stood behind you.

"Is this why you wanted to come home?"

"I see how women stare at you."

"So?"

Bit by bit he removed the sheets off your body, despite your meek struggles to keep it on you.

"They're not you."

He placed his arms around your belly.

"Just look at what you're doing. You're carrying my child. My child, Mi vida. You think I would've picked someone else for this?"

His mouth went to your neck, to plant little kisses along your flesh.

"You think I don't appreciate your body going through such changes to keep my child inside?" He kissed your cheek.

"Mírate, chula." (Look at you, beautiful)

You refused. But patience went both ways in your relationship. His fingers took your chin and pulled it to make you see yourself in the mirror.

"There you go. Wanna know what I see?"

He wiped your eyes and sighed.

"I see my wife. Going through a natural process of change."

His hands roamed your hips.

"These hips are my favorite. You know why?"

Not the littlest idea.

You shook your head.

"Because none can take me like they do. And they will literally stretch away in a way I'm still trying to process, just to get our baby out."

"Anyone whose pregnant can do that"

"Not really. You know how many women go through a C section because they can't push the baby out?"

Fingers wiped the fresh tears from your face again.

"But you, just... How can I not feel marveled at you? Don't take that away from me, Mi amor. Besides, you think I wouldn't find you irresistible just because you're pregnant?"

Your mouth was set in a pout and he chuckled.

"You know how much I want you? God, You're gorgeous, mi reina."

You broke in tears and he held you close, hands caressing gently and dotingly your body, he then kneeled to kiss your belly and then kiss you.

"You gave me hope to have a family again. And that's... something no other woman, but you, have achieved. And I would choose you all over again to do so. Got it?"

You nodded through teary eyes and he laid you down.

"Are you hungry?

"Hmm"

He squeezed you softly and kissed your forehead while chuckling

"Such a silly girl to think you're unworthy, really"

"I love you." You'd mumble as you curled into his chest, his hand caressing your hair.

"I love you too, bonita."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #pregnant reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #t writes✨

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piratefishmama · 8 months

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Fake it Till you Make it | Part 16

Watching Eddie scope out his surroundings was… a sight to behold. He didn’t just walk from room to room like any normal person would, no, much like an adventurer, cautiously taking in their surroundings in a new place, in a new dungeon, stretching his neck to look around corners before stepping fully around them, gently touching walls to balance himself as he stretched.

Walking with his heel off the floor, quiet as a church mouse, going from room to room, appraising each one with varying sounds of approval while Steve watched in fond amusement.

It didn’t escape him, how lucky he was. How lucky he’d gotten, how rare it was for people like him, for people like Eddie, to feel comfortable enough to just be in a place that his parents also occupied. That running into his father on the second floor, midway through twirling Eddie from the master bedroom on one side of the hallway to the other where another door awaited his eager exploration, wouldn’t result in some kind of fight, that neither he, nor Eddie, had to hide who they were and what they were doing.

It didn’t escape him that he was lucky. Not just in the freedom he had either, but that he got to see Eddie comfortable. Got to see him light up like Christmas had come early, got to witness the exact moment downstairs when he’d relaxed in Steve’s space.

When he’d taken in all that stood before him and found comfort in it. Steve knew he was lucky that he got to see that. So he wasn’t about to take it for granted.

He wasn’t going to squander the opportunity to make the most of it. Of Eddie’s childish glee. Even if it was all based on a ruse. It was a mutual ruse. A ruse they were both aware of. There was no unfortunate reveal waiting at the end of the tunnel, no high school drama where some asshole pulled the wool from someone’s eyes to reveal none of it was real!!

He was going to make it as real as physically possible, and hopefully… just… continue. After the holiday. Maybe a conversation could happen to clear up any possible misunderstandings but… Steve wanted. He wanted the ultimate nerd currently scoping out the bedroom closest to the home theatre.

“We don’t want this one” Steve advised, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as Eddie poked the mattress with a single finger, as if that would accurately test the quality of the mattress, as he’d been doing for each room. “The home theatre doesn’t have proper sound proofing, if someone wants to watch a film later, we’ll be able to hear it through the walls.” It’d been a solid DIY job on his grandfathers part.

No professional involved, just ‘yeah I can do that, stand back Mags, let a man work’ and that was that. He'd even put it on the second floor, absolute madman.

Steve always pictured his grandmother just standing there, in the same pose he was currently standing in, watching with fond exasperation as her husband went to work on a project he was deeply inexperienced in, and completely unqualified to tackle.

The fact that it looked good in there was a miracle.

“Okay so, not this room, not the bunk bed room, and not the hot tub room, that leeeaves—”

“Master bedroom, or either of the two on the right side of the house.” The options were actually limited when other people were staying, if it were just him and Eddie they could have any room they wanted, but with his parents there it cut down the options.

“Tch, why’d you have me explore all of em then! We should probably just take the master bedroom, right? Since it’s apparently your house, oh great and powerful Master” Steve raised a brow as Eddie dipped into a low bow, theatrical as ever, his tone teasing, his hair bouncing around his face as he righted himself again. Cute.

“Hmm, you looked like you were having fun, you’re cute when you’re having fun.” And his cheeks coloured so nicely whenever he was complimented, hid behind his hair in a way that made Steve’s heart do a funny little flip flop, he’d file that information away for later, continuing on as if he hadn’t just dropped a flirty bomb on the other man “but you’re right, we should probably just take that one, it does have its own private deck…” oh the things they could do on that private deck. If it were all real. “Usually I let my parents have it buuut…” he had company this time. He’d have more than enough of an excuse to get the private deck, even if he wasn’t going to use it for anything other than relaxing. He had a reason to want a little privacy. “I’m sure they’ll understand us wanting it more.”

Eddie rolled with it, quickly recovering with the out Steve had created for himself, or maybe the guy was just so smooth he didn’t even realise he was flirting. That was definitely it. “Or they’ll think they understand us wanting it more” Eddie winked all conspiratorially, which only served to make Steve laugh leaving Eddie looking upon what he’d done in pride. He made Steve laugh. He did that. He’d done that a few times and honestly the high kept staying pretty fucking high.

How had he been so wrong about Steve for so goddamn long? How long had Steve been this glorious thing, like sunshine in human form?

“Exactly” Steve chuckled before pushing himself away from the doorframe “let’s go get our bags then, our shit wont unpack itself.”

“Actually could you get them? I… I should probably call Wayne, let him know I’m safe. It’s not too late there so he should still be home, is that okay? I don’t wanna leave it too late and have to go through reception at the plant, it’s… not great.” Nine times out of ten he wound up speaking to one of the three other Wayne’s working there.

“Yeah, there’s a private line in the room, you go ahead, I’ll grab the bags.”

“My Herculean hero” it wasn’t even remotely fair how badly Steve wanted to kiss him for how little he did to earn it.

“Yer very quiet, Ed, considerin you called me.” He’d gotten through to Wayne after three rings, reassuring him about his safety had been the first thing on the agenda as he got comfortable on the frankly unnecessarily large king sized bed, but then Steve returned to the room with their bags.

All of their bags. In one go, and Eddie’s brain kind of short circuited. “Huh?”

“Yer quiet, somethin the matter?”

“Steve is carrying everything all at once.” It earned a scoff from the man on the phone, and an amused smile from Steve. “It’s awfully distracting, I dunno what to tell you, Wayne I am very distracted.” Steve’s smile only widened

“Uh huh, well, I’ll let you get on then, gotta head out soon anyway, money ain’t gonna make itself. You sure everythin’s alright though? No red flags?”

“Nah… all green flags here, they’re… they’re nice, y’know?” He hadn’t expected it, so many stories of rich people being awful, but… they were just two extremely hard working people who’d had their hard work pay off. Even on holiday they were still working, it was both exhausting to watch, and deeply admirable. Eddie could never. “I’ll call you again tomorrow to check in.”

“I’ll be waitin. Be safe, son.”

“Say hi to Garfield for me” there was a short laugh on the other end, before the line cut off, leaving Eddie smiling as he put the phone down

“Who’s Garfield?” Steve asked, “other than the fat cat.”

“He’s the fat cat shaped mug I can no longer drink from after the great mug smashing of ’86. That stupid earthquake killed him, but we had superglue, so it was fine, just can’t drink out of him anymore cause he’s fragile.” No amount of superglue could fix the tiny areas they hadn’t been able to fill in with pieces, slivers of pot lost to the dark underside of the cabinets. “Need any help?”

“Nah, you just sit there an look pretty for me.” It had the desired effect, Eddie’s eyes widening, a pretty blush blossoming on his cheeks and the final kicker, he hid behind his hair. Adorable. Perfect. Beautiful. Had they actually been dating he’d have pressed pause on the unpacking, instead, he snipped that last thread holding Eddie’s composure in place with a smoothly delivered “just like that, yeah, God, you’re such a good boy.”

The consequences were immediate.

Part 18

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #oh what consequences shall befall our stupidly handsome hero?

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creative-caramel-coffee · 11 months

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Heyy, Can I ask you to write something with wandanat x reader where reader has a panic attack so strong that her girlfriends needs to take her to the shower because they are scared for her and they have to take her down from her panic attack? (like she has something like an heart condition so…)

Probably Panicking

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: R falls victim to a prank gone wrong.

TW: non-sexual nudity, panic attack, hyperventilating, spiders, past trauma (mentioned/ implied), trapped/locked in a room (100% needs a warning trust me)

A/n hope you like it :)

There was nothing funny about the prank. At least not to you. Yelena and Sam were always a problematic combination at the best of times but lately the pranks have been getting a bit much, so you had been hiding out in your room. Trying your best not to be their next victim. But of course your lack of presence in the tower had drawn Tony’s attention at breakfast, and he had immediately regretted it when he saw the looks on the prank masters faces.

You had been happily snuggled up in bed watching tv and munching on the bowl of cereal wanda had brought you before she went to training and Nat was off on a run seeings it was Wednesday.

So it came as a surprise when the door to your room opened. Yelena was stood there grinning like a madman. Suddenly she tossed a handful of animatronic spiders into the room and shut the door. Normally this wouldn’t bother you and you would just leave, so you stood careful not to stand on any of Tony’s little side projects he loved so much. You made your way over to the door and tried the handle. It didn’t budge. Feeling your heart beat faster you tried it again. The sound of them laughing on the other side of the door was echoing through your skull. Banging on the door you yelled at them to let you out. There was no response. Turning around you threw your shoulder at the door, it didn’t move. Defeated you slide your back down the door as your breathing began to pick up.

The room was cold. Too cold for the summer heat you were sure had been there moments before. You knew this coldness. This was hydra, but not. You were back there again, but you weren’t. You knew you were in your room but part of you was screaming to run to hide that they were coming. You were locked up again. You choked down a scream that began to press your lungs. Your breathing was fast an ragged, too short and yet it felt like no real air was entering your lungs at all.

“Y/n?” Yelena calls through the door, your silence worrying her. “Y/n/n? Can i come in?” She asks starting to worry, if she broke you Nat and Wanda would have her head. “If i come in you better have clothes on.” She joked. There was a still no reply. Before she could open the door she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Yelena froze.

“Yel what are you doing?” Nat asked hands on her hips.

“I swear it was just a harmless prank.” Yelena said.

“What was harmless prank.” Nat grits out slowly.

“We just put fake spiders in there and held the door shut.” Sam said shuffling around a bit.

“YOU HELD THE DOOR SHUT?!” Nat screamed

“And now she’s not responding.” Yelena whispered quietly.

“Move. Now.” Nat said pushing her sister out of the way. Carefully she opened the door. When she saw you pressed against the wall rocking back and forth with your head between your knees, she swore. Every part of her wanted to rush to you, but she knew that would make it worse. Slowly she walked over and pulled you into her arms.

The door opened slightly as two faces peered in, using her foot nat slammed the door still angry, she felt you flinch in her arms.

“Shh shhh shhh its ok, baby i need you to breathe with me. Come on.” She used her hand to guide your palm to her chest to feel her heart. Exaggerating her breathing to help you.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes Ms Romanoff.”

“Get wanda up here now.”

“Right away Ms. Romanoff.”

She held you tight trying to ground your shaking form as you continued to struggle to breathe. You were beginning to feel light headed. As if you could float away. Unsure of how much time had passed you heard wanda enter.

“Nat what happened?” She asked rushing to your side.

“My stupid sister locked her in our room as a prank.” She said still trying to slow your breathing.

“Baby. Y/n/n sweetheart i need you to breathe with me.” Wanda said. Tears were streaming down your face as wanda brushed them away with her thumb.

“Shit. Its not working, do you think you can carry her to the shower nat or do you want me to?”

“The shower?” Nat asked screwing up her face.

“Yes. It should help bring her out of it and ground her.” Wanda explained “it worked for my brother when he was like this.”

“Ok if you think it will help. I could also use one myself that run was pretty intense.”

Carefully they scooped you up, wanda used her magic to help remove your clothes and nat took off her running gear.

Holding you in her arms Nat turned on the water and you shivered as it hit your skin. You felt yourself begin to calm down.

“That’s it baby. Breathe. Just like that. Such a good girl. Your doing so well my love.” Nat cooed running her hands through your wet hair.

After a few more minutes your breathing was under control and you smiled weakly at nat.

After the shower wanda dried you off with a big fluffy towel wrapping you in your comfort clothes and carrying you over to the bed. You were still shaking slightly as you nuzzled into her side.

“Go to sleep love you must be exhausted.” Wanda said, running her hands through your hair.

“Where’s natty?” You asked half asleep.

“I think she went to talk to Yelena. Don’t worry they wont be bothering you again.”

“Don’t let her be too mean she didn’t know.” You said with your eyes closed.

“Yes but she made you feel bad and Natty’s gonna make sure she learns a lesson and doesn’t ever have it happen again my sweet. Go to sleep and don’t worry about it.”

“Ok.” You said too tired to fully process or protest what was happening.

Wanda smiled to herself as you dozed off and she heard yelling down the hall.

“You know she was at hydra honestly could you be more oblivious some times Sestra”

Wanda chuckled, knowing you needed her more she stayed by your side. Just like she promised she would. Whilst nat defended you and wanda kept you safe you knew life would be ok.

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rusmii · 8 months

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-DEEP-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: it's not october yet but i just needed to get this out there. NOT proofread

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: incubus!chuuya x fem!reader hc's

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: NSFW, dom chuuya, chuuya is a little mean but takes care of reader, service top chuuya, overstim, mentions of praising, pet names, womb fucking, mentions of a condom breaking, big dick chuuya!!!, mentions of morning pills, breeding kink, cunnlingous, drunk sex (reader is drunk but consents)

i literally cannot stop thinking about how big chuuya's dick is.

since he's an incubus he was probably meant to have a big dick idk

anyways...

incubus!chuuya who has a big cock

incubus!chuuya who has a natural lubricant(aka his pre-cum) that acts as an aphrodisiac

incubus!chuuya who's lubricant dick also has this special affect that allows your body to slick up and expand to mold to his cock

incubus!chuuya who couldn't resist your pretty little self when he saw you at the bar

incubus!chuuya who bought you a drink to comfort you after he found out about your lying cheating ex and toxic friends

incubus!chuuya who laughs and goes along with your jokes to make you feel better

incubus!chuuya who offers to give you a ride home as you took a taxi/an uber here

incubus!chuuya who couldn't say no to your pretty little drunk self after you offered to let him stay the night as a thanks

incubus!chuuya who laughs when you insist you're not that drunk and that you can walk perfectly fine even though you're clinging onto him like a madman.

incubus!chuuya who can feel himself getting excited as you two near your house.

incubus!chuuya who allows himself to get manhandled and thrown on the bed

incubus!chuuya who accepts the offer to help you forget about your unfortunate events

incubus!chuuya who flips you over and starts eating you out

incubus!chuuya who feeds off your sexual desires and juices as he sucks and dips his head lower in between your thighs.

incubus!chuuya who keeps going to town as he felt you orgasm

incubus!chuuya who doesn't lent up and keeps overstimulating you until you feel like you're about to pass out

incubus!chuuya who smirks as he hums in content at the feeling of your thighs wrapping tightly around his head

incubus!chuuya who looks surprised at your sudden squirt and then sticks his fingers into your cunt, urging you to be a good girl and do it again for him

incubus!chuuya who pulls another 5-7 squirting orgasms out of you for his pleasure

incubus!chuuya who unzips his pants and kicks it off, only to leave his boxers on and rub his hard on against your soaking pussy

incubus!chuuya who keeps rubbing himself on you, claiming that he could just cum right here and now and leave you be, unsatisfied

incubus!chuuya who revels in delight at the sight of your begging, trembling form

incubus!chuuya who gives in to your pretty little tears. how could he resist such a tempting delicacy?

incubus!chuuya who tears the rest of your clothes off and kicks his off leaving the two of you butt naked

incubus!chuuya who made sure to put on a condom before aligning himself up to your entrance

incubus!chuuya who respect your boundaries and asks for consent

incubus!chuuya who warns you that he won't be able to stop till the morning sunrise, probably not even till then until he's satisfied

incubus!chuuya who gives you one last warning right before he thrusts himself inside you

incubus!chuuya who watches as your eyes widened at his large grit and long length

incubus!chuuya who pushes himself inside more forcibly in a slow manner, trying to mold your pussy for his cock exactly

incubus!chuuya who reaches the end of your cervix when he's almost to his hilt

incubus!chuuya who starts rubbing against your cervix with smile, knowing that it felt pleasurable for you

incubus!chuuya who watches you as you looked confused, why did it feel so good even though people said it would hurt?

incubus!chuuya who whispers into your ear that he has a magic dick and pushes against your cervix, now pushing inside a little

incubus!chuuya who uses his lubricant to soften up your walls and allow him in

incubus!chuuya who thrusts inside your womb so slowly

incubus!chuuya who has a smirk on his face as your eyes roll back

incubus!chuuya who puts his hand on your stomach, feeling his dick inside

incubus!chuuya who lifts your legs and puts it around his waist, your ass now snug on his lap as he hovers above you

incubus!chuuya starts thrusting into you at a fast pace as you start clawing at his back, your feet in the air- straining

incubus!chuuya who moans in pain and pleasure at you scratching his back

incubus!chuuya who keeps going faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming rougher

incubus!chuuya who thrusts so deep inside your womb that you're scared he might reach your organs

incubus!chuuya who sucks, fondles, and plays with your tits as he fucks into you

incubus!chuuya who's natural lubricant also affects your body, causing you to lactate

incubus!chuuya who gulps the milk down like it was his last day on earth

incubus!chuuya who has one hand on your tit, his mouth on the other, and his other hand underneath your backside to keep you stable and in place

incubus!chuuya who keeps thrusting even as you squirt all over

incubus!chuuya who marks your body all over, never letting a spot miss

incubus!chuuya who cums many times inside your poor womb- the condom already ripped by the sheer force of cum inside

incubus!chuuya who shushes your worries away as he promises you to buy you morning pills

incubus!chuuya who keeps on pounding you into the sheets till sunrise- in all different postions

incubus!chuuya who chose the missionary position for the last round as he emptys his last load into you

incubus!chuuya who cums so hard his eyes roll back and he clutches you so hard you feel like you might break

incubus!chuuya who's hips are still trembling after that intense orgasm

incubus!chuuya who makes out with you passionately but softly

incubus!chuuya who prepares for aftercare

incubus!chuuya who runs a bath for you, cleans you up, settles you back down on your bed and cooks a meal for you

incubus!chuuya who urges you to at least eat no matter how tired you are

incubus!chuuya who places you on his lap, faced forward. he picked up the silverware and brought it to your lips, telling you to be his good girl and eat

incubus!chuuya who, after successfully getting you to eat, places you back down on the bed to let you sleep and cleans up the mess

incubus!chuuya who leaves afterwards to buy you morning pills and leave it on your nightstand

incubus!chuuya who grabs a pen and paper and writes down his number for you before leaving

incubus!chuuya who smiles to himself as he saw your message on his phone the following evening, saving your contact with a '<3' as your name

made by ©churuai pls don't steal

rb and comments appreciated !!

#chuuya supremacy #bsd x reader #bsd #incubus!chuuya #chuya x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya headcanons #bsd headcanons #chuuya smut #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya imagines #sorry guys i rlly love chuuya #✎runiwrites #chuuya–bsd #⛌⛌⛌

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junnieverse · 10 months

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9:37 am ➳ S. HANBIN

➙ synopsis: mornings with your boyfriend

Hanbin

pairings: sung hanbin x gn!reader

genre: teeth rotting fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: not proofread so there might be typos. prepare to melt because this was too cute.

a/n: hello my angels! here's a little something new for you guys to read, my writing is a little rusty since it's been awhile but it feels great to get back at it after so long. I didn't know whether to make this a headcannon or timestamp and in the end it was the latter. :)

You're soon woken up feeling the light from the morning sun peeping through the window introducing yet another sunny summer day and you couldn't help to think what better way to spend it than with with your boyfriend Hanbin.

You both had been working tirelessly the entire week and the night before you dedicated the evening to binge watching your favourite shows and movies while snuggled up to each other.

Twisting yourself to turn to the other side of the bed which your boyfriend usually occupies, you're met with an empty bedside with nothing but his pillow and scrunched up sheets.

Looking around the room in confusion, you're left worried not knowing where Hanbin could be considering as far as you were concerned, he wouldn't be working today and even if he was going to go somewhere without saying anything, he would've left you a message or stuck a note on the pillow before leaving.

You're soon pulled out of your thoughts as a pan hitting against another pot is heard and Hanbin's cooking playlist is playing.

Quickly putting on a hoodie, you make your way to the kitchen as the relaxing music fills your ears and the light scent of coffee and bacon hits your nose.

Standing by the door, you can't help but admire Hanbin's figure as his back faces you, too focused on cooking to have noticed your arrival and it's moments like this where you thank the universe for such a perfect boyfriend.

Making your way up to him, you gently wrap your arms around his waist, feeling him slightly jump in suprise but he soon lets out his cute laugh enjoying your affection as you engulf him in a back hug.

"Well good morning to you my love," he says glancing behind at you as he continues to cook with you holding onto him.

"Good morning," you mumble tiredly as you shut your eyes enjoying just staying close to your boyfriend.

"Breakfast is almost ready so you can go take a seat by the island and your boyfriend will be serving you soon," he soon responds adding the pancakes to the plate.

You then let go of his figure but just as you do, Hanbin turns around to face you engulfing you in another tight hug before he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You look pretty," he compliments showing his whisker smile.

Looking at him, you immediately break eye contact feeling shy at his sudden compliment.

No matter how long you've been dating Hanbin, he always found a way to bring back the butterflies in your stomach and make you blush and smile like a madman.

Taking a seat by the island bar stool, you continue to silently admire your boyfriend who was making breakfast.

Before you knew it, he was in front of you with a cup of coffee that not only smelt like heaven but you knew it tasted just as amazing.

His mom owning a cafe and him having worked part time there as a barista and earning his license to be one meant Hanbin knew alot about how to make a good beverage and he knew exactly how to make you a good drink with a cutely designed heart in the foam.

Placing the food down on the counter, Hanbin quickly grabs the necessary utensils making sure to cut a peace of the pancake he made, dipping it in some syrup and brings it to your mouth.

At this gesture you lean in closer to try the food as it melts on your palette leaving you feeling a sense of peace.

"This is amazing," you say and Hanbin can't help but smile as you compliment his food and he feels proud for being able to satisfy your taste buds.

Taking a seat beside you, Hanbin begins to eat his own food as he tells you about his members crazy antics from the day before when he found Gyuvin and Yujin in a box.

Knowing the two boys, you knew it was better not to ask about that madness.

At some point everything else he said became a blur as you simply took the time to admire how the sun coming through the kitchen window was hitting his skin making him glow especially more and his laughter was music to your ears.

Everything about this moment was perfect, nothing felt more special than being able to spend a relaxing morning with breakfast being served to you and the great company of your boyfriend Hanbin.

Those were your favourite mornings.

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moonduckling · 1 year

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Mark, Jeno, Renjun x Sleeping In Bed Together

[Mark]

Would want to spoon mostly all the time (with you being the little spoon and him the big spoon.)

He would probably fart on you in the middle of the night. 🤣

He would be that person who watches you sleep at night.

Loves pillow talk and talking about the future with you wrapped in his arms.

Would fall asleep with the TV on at full blast.

Would also sleep with his head between your boobs or with his hand up your shirt.

Would wake you up with kiss all over your face in the morning.

Stealing all the cover is his job!

Wakes up in the night and ask, "Babe do you want something to eat?"

Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a crazied madman that can never find the right position.

The main reason things end up hot and heavy is because he has a thing for teasing you by pushing his knee between your thighs. 🤭

[Renjun]

The first thing he would want to do is cuddle, periodt.

He would most likely push you off the bed if you try to tease him in any type of way.

Would run his fingers through your hair through out the night.

He would be the type to softly squeeze your boobs or butt in an unnoticeable way.

Would fall asleep listening to your heartbeat.

He would fall asleep on your stomach.

Asks you if you want a snack before going to bed.

Would intentionally steal the covers so you can cuddle closer to him.

Would wait till you fall asleep before he knock out.

Would leave soft kiss on your temple while you sleep.

Don't wear your hair up because he likes when your soft hair ends up on his pillow.

Loves...when I say loves. He loves sleepy talk, when you make promise to stay up to talk to him even tho any moment you could fall asleep.

Loves when you wear no underwear to bed, so he can freely touch. 🌶

He mostly stays still at night, but ever now and then he ends up rolling over on you at night.

[Jeno]

Loves when you wear his shirt to bed.

If you have a fight before bed he will try to feed you the pain away (offering food and cuddles)

Needs to have you wrapped in his arms.

Likes to have you sleeping on his chest.

Would most likely fall asleep hugging your waist and his head between your breast.

Yall would have a snack drawer located in the room so you wouldn't have to go out to get any snacks.

One of his favorite activities is cockwarming. 😇

Like Mark taking the cover is his job!

Watching movies before falling asleep is a must do for him.

Secretly taking off your panties without you knowing is a daily ritual for him (Idk how he do he just does)

Playing footies and talking about your day is his way of pillow talk.

Hides your pillow so you will have to share one with him.

Kiss your head before falling asleep.

Mostly likely to fall asleep before you.

Needs to wrap you like a burrito once every night.

Wakes you up with rough morning kiss and a nice goofy smile.

By morning time his head is at the end of the bed and his feet is in your face. 😂

*Author Note: Sorry If the grammar is off or it just doesn't make sense. I didn't put it through a proofreader. Also, this is my first time writing a story on tumblr and I'm excited. I decided to break them up because it's really late at night and I'm tired 😫. ANYWAY, THANKS FOR READING! *Haechan and Jaemin is next*

#nct headcanons #nct x reader #jeno #nct smut #nct moodboard #nct scenarios #nct dream #kpop rp #nct fanfic #nct jeno #nct mark #nct renjun #nct fluff #nct mark scenarios #nct renjun scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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I know a lot of people are really into your human au (belong me I'm to, I'm catching up into the crazy ride that's it is) (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠)

but personally I keep coming back to the mini telenovela that is Howdy and Barnaby rejected confession (I keep calling it limpieza en pasillo 6) I don't know I all in for the drama; just like Sally, I hope they get a happy ending (no after howdy get a hell of a fail attempts to charm his goof love back) (⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪⁠♪

Also I'm eating up the tiny but where Wally juts unlock a protective mood, I keep wondering if he just stare Howdy super hard telling him how unneighborly he's been or just stay close to Barn to be there for him (also trying to crack the jokes he remember from him)

Anyway sorry for the rambling, I just get so excited!! ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

Hope you have a lovely day bye!

mini telenovela 😭 LIMPIEZA EN PASILLO 6 PLEASSEEEE that's so good... i cant even write the post im too busy giggling like a madman over that

tbh the whole things is like.... Plotted Out in my brain. before i bed i just press play on the mindplayer & watch it like a movie. w/ Wally i like to imagine that he has no idea what to do with this new emotion. it's more like he just sticks to Barnaby like glue & puts himself between Barnaby and Howdy in a sense. i have a specific scene in mind where Howdy goes to Barnaby's as soon as he Realizes to apologize, but Wally answers the door instead and basically it goes:

Howdy: i need to speak with Barnaby

Wally: he's napping

Howdy: oh! well i can just come in and wait for-

Wally: he's napping.

Howdy: ...oh

Wally: thank you. goodbye *closes door*

(Barnaby was not taking a nap)

#hes not like.... angry?#hes just worried for barnaby. he doesnt want his bestie to get hurt any more than he already is </3 #so he's just gonna... block howdy #i mean the moment barnaby is chill w howdy again. wally will be too!#hes all 'great! lets go get hotdogs' not an Ounce of resentment in that little fuzzy body #ofc howdy Thinks wally is angry with him but yk <3 hes wrong <3 #IM GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE UNWELL ABT THIS LIL ~STORY~#i have all the scenes Up Here... in neuron central....#from barnaby's crisis to howdy's realization to the sleepover to the Picnic Table to the garden party #oh... the picnic table scene... their Conversation... ough <3 #rambles from the bog #id like to write it all out when im doing better #i will write the laughingstock fic i want to see in this world....

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spittingbloodandscreaming · 6 months

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Motel Sex (Gerard Way x Male reader SMUT)

Was supposed 2 post this erleir forgor about the passage of time please forgive me will work on requests tomorrow I haven't slept in 3 days

WARNINGS: nothing much really? Mild hair pulling?

AN: This has been sitting in my docs for a WHILE so I thought I'd finish it up and throw it here so there's atleast something while I work on the other requests

Gerard sighs at himself and looks around the empty motel room. The guys have left him the space to "Have some alone time with your ‘friend’. wink wink,” Frank said, emphasizing the wink out loud before leaving. Gerard glances at the time on the half-broken electric clock on the nightstand—only fifteen minutes until you planned to arrive. No big deal, right? He can wait.

Enough time has passed, and Gerard is watching one of the limited channels on the TV before he hears you knock on the door. Excited, he jumps up to answer.

“Hey, Gee!” you say as the door opens, revealing your boyfriend, a look of relief on his face as if he had been half expecting you to not show up. He greets you happily and hugs you tight before welcoming you in. “Where are the guys?” you ask, sitting down on one of the two queen-sized beds in the motel room.

“They went out for a while, givin’ us alone time. Should be leftovers, though,” he says, leaning in to kiss you as he finishes his sentence. “But I think I’ll be pretty full by the time I’m done with you.” Gerard leans further into you, pushing you fully onto the mattress. It’s very clear how amused by his own joke he is.

“What are you implying there, Mr. Way?” you say before giggling back into the next kiss.

“Oh, you know,” Gerard says, mischievously smiling before grabbing you around the waist and getting on top of you. He’s straddling your legs, keeping you in place against the bed. Gerard grins wide, kissing all over your face. He’s utterly thrilled to be with you, to have you in his arms, even if it’s in a dingy motel.

Gerard can’t keep himself contained, giggling like a madman as he moves down to gently kiss your neck. He’s so caring with his touch, or at least tries to be. He keeps his hands in yours for the most part, squeezing them lovingly. Eventually, though, his hands travel up to your neck, long fingers resting on your pulse as he gently nips at the base of your jaw.

As the moments pass, Gerard’s kisses get progressively more intimate and prolonged, and eventually, his fingers start to dig into the soft flesh of your neck. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s just that into it. Either way, you don’t mind, and that’s evident by the soft whines each one of his kisses pull from your throat. Something about those sounds make Gerard snap, grinding his hips against yours as he lets out a long drawn-out whine of his one. He licks a long line from the base of your neck up to your mouth, turning it into a rough, sloppy kiss.

Gerard trails his hand down your torso, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both your pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to reveal your half-erect cock. He wraps his hand around your cock gingerly, and, ignoring the action, just the way he handled it was gay.

Your muscles tense as Gerard keeps his movements steady, slow high-pitched whimpers filling the motel as he slowly moves himself down, putting his face at crotch level. He rests his head on your upper thigh. He looks up at you, face just inches away from your cock as he smiles oh so sweetly. You look down at him, voice trembling; “Please.” Gerard needs no other encouragement. He runs his tongue up the length of your dick slowly before shoving as much of you in his mouth as he can, which is, admittedly, a lot.

He sucks you off so perfectly, you can’t fathom how one man could make you feel this good. He has you grabbing handfuls of the sheets, bucking your hips and in turn making the back of your cock hit his throat. You arch your back and grab a handful of Gerard's hair, the other hand hitting the mattress. You’re practically screaming—you wouldn’t be surprised if the guys got a noise complaint because of you.

You only last a few more minutes before your moans begin to catch in your throat, and Gerard notices. He digs his nails into your thighs as he takes your whole length in his mouth, throat contracting around your cock as he does so, ripping a loud, broken scream from your throat. You use the handful of his hair you have as leverage, shoving him all the way down as your dick twitches—one final warning before you cum down his throat.

Gerard stays in place until you’re done, swallowing around your cock before bringing himself up. He has drool and cum dripping down his chin, and his hair is a mess, and he’s smiling so wide you’d think he just got a million-dollar check and a puppy. He crawls back up to kiss you gently before laying his head on your chest and sighing. He stays silent for a moment, before clearing his throat and whispering.

“I love you.” You can feel him smiling against you still.

“I love you too,” you say, sighing and closing your eyes.

“Y’know, we should probably get your pants on before the guys get back.”

#my chemical romance fanfiction #my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #gerard way x male reader #gerard way x reader smut #gerard way x male reader smut #mcr smut #nsft fanfic #nsft #mcr x reader #mcr fanfiction #my chem fanfic

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mikhailwrites · 3 months

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Soaring Ever Higher 5 - Ghoap/Ace Combat 7 crossover

Previous chapter | This Chapter on AO3

Maybe you should manage your expectations befor the one-night stand? Yeah... someone should probably tell Ghost...

AN: I've put together a companion post with some explanations and whatnot so if you're getting a little lost, you can give it a shot, might help you.

They lay in bed, side by side. For a long moment, they don’t speak. Then Ghost asks what he considers an easy question. “So, what’s with those three strikes on your plane’s tail?”

“What’s with the skull mask?” John retaliates. Apparently, Ghost’s question was much less innocent than he thought. Fair enough.

“Touché,” Ghost smiles without elaborating further. However, he does change the topic. “How about your jet? You said you rescued that thing. Why?”

“Actually… I needed it. I had a mission that required stealth beyond the usual means. Americans were willing to lend us a Raptor, but it didn’t cut it, especially since I also required something faster, with greater range but capable of carrying heavy payload. The YF-23 was the only thing in existence that fit the bill.”

“The hell did you do?” Ghost turns his head, clearly interested.

“Classified,” Trigger shrugs, then gives a sly grin and elaborates a little, “but it included a submarine.”

“Wait a second… you’re… not serious. That was you? The madman that sank the nuclear sub with a jet? Singlehandedly prevented another World War?” Simon’s brown eyes are wide as he stares at John. Shit, he had no idea.

“I can’t neither confirm nor deny…,” John’s smile is confirmation enough.

“Alright, you needed that thing then. How about now? Is it even safe to fly it?” he did hear the mechanic back on the base. Now, Ghost might not be all that knowledgeable about fighter jets, but he does have some experience with using prototypes. They’re very rarely reliable.

“It can be… challenging. It’s still a prototype, it has its issues, and the maintenance costs a fortune, especially since there’s only a handful of engineers familiar with it. Still, I happen to have the best engineer on the base,” Trigger confirms much of what Ghost suspected.

“Right. Well,” Simon gets up and starts to gather his clothes, “be careful out there. Would be a shame to lose you.”

“Shame for RAF or yourself?” Trigger smirks, stretching on the bed, and displaying all that impressive physique.

Ghost smiles as he shakes his head. “Why not both?”

“Where are you going, anyway? Have somewhere better to be?” John frowns as he watches Ghost dress.

“Look, this has been nice and everything, but I know how it goes. Don’t wanna wait around for things to get awkward,” Ghost says casually, putting his boxer briefs and socks on.

John looks at him momentarily like he’s some puzzle waiting to be figured out. Then, snorts in barely contained amusement. “We’ve seen each other naked; I think we’re way past the awkward point, Simon. Stay if you want to. Or I can go if you want to spend the night since you paid for the room.”

“You okay with me staying?” Simon cocks his eyebrow, pausing with a tee in hand.

“Nah, I’m just the sort of lad that does things he’s uncomfortable with. Get back here, you English cunt,” he outstretches both his arms in open invitation.

Ghost looks at him with feigned offence, but he climbs back onto the bed and pretty much tackles MacTavish with his sheer bulk.

They stay the night. Curled around each other, shagging once more in the wee hours of the morning. It’s a slower and gentler affair the second time around, and the touches and kisses afterwards make something in Simon’s chest resonate in a manner that has him concerned. He doesn’t panic; such a thing was trained out of him. Instead, he pauses his thoughts and inspects the feeling and the whole situation. It doesn’t look too good.

He doesn’t really know Trigger; what he does know damn well is that he cannot form this sort of attachment. Especially since they’re both military, most especially after one bloody night together, that would be just stupid. So, Ghost doesn’t. He acknowledges the feeling before he wills it away. His mind is clear and focused as he falls asleep again, with John’s arms around him, his hot breath on his neck, and the faintest smell of campfire and cologne that’s too nice for men like them hanging in the air.

Trigger returns to the base and earns some wolf whistles as he walks on the tarmac. He’s got a reputation and staying in the city overnight means he scored some. Which, to be fair, he did, it’s just that the lads haven’t got the faintest idea.

John walks into the hangar, not in the least surprised that the lights are already on and there’s a clicking and clanging of a mechanic doing their job.

“Did you even sleep?” Trigger asks when she puts away the welding gun. He recognises the part she’s working on: it’s a wing flap.

Avril straightens where she stands, taking him in. “Sure, but I like to start early, you know that. All the tools are still in place, so I can pick and choose. But… I get a feeling I should be asking you the same. Are you gonna enlighten me? Who is he?”

Trigger is suddenly very occupied with checking the non-existent scratch on the stealth coating. “Who is who?” he feigns ignorance.

“Oh don’t play dumb with me! Who’s Mr. Six-foot-two?”

“Just an acquaintance, we met briefly on the last mission. I helped him out, he promised to buy me a drink as a thanks, so he did,” John shrugs.

“Well, seems like that’s what he did... thanked you. Properly, not just with a drink,” she chuckles and dodges a dirty rag Trigger tosses at her.

“Christ, what’re ye, twelve?” John shakes his head and fastens a bolt that really doesn’t need it.

“Look me in the eye, John MacTavish, and tell me you did not, in fact, fucked him. Then I’ll rest my case,” Avril puts her hands on her hips and looks at him expectantly.

“Och what are ye on aboot? Cannae the lad go for a drink?”

“Did you, or did you not?”

“Well..,” he pauses. It’s not worth lying to his friend. “Kinda.”

“What? What do you mean, you muppet? Kinda?”

“We... och hell’s bells... we... aye, we did.”

Avril’s face blooms into a shit-eating grin. “I knew it! Damn, he looked like a good lay. You gonna see him again?”

“I dinnae ken, maybe? He’s SAS, not exactly an everyday occurrence his sort working with us.”

Avril whistles. “SAS? Damn, so... was he a good lay?” she nags at him, all smiles and winks.

“Yer not gonna leave it, will ye? Okay, fine. Aye, he was good. Better than, actually. Happy?” John rolls his eyes, feeling the slight heat as blush creeps on his face.

“Yeah, I’m happy now. And you’re, too, that’s what I like to see. Does the SAS man have a name?”

“He does, but... I can’t tell you, it’s not common knowledge. But his callsign is Ghost, and aye, I’m serious. Couldnae make that shit up if I tried.”

Avril looks at the landing gear cover, at the Gray Ghost. “Funny,” she says, but the tone of her voice is thoughtful when she returns back to her work. “Got a feeling it wasn’t just a one-night stand.”

Trigger doesn’t deign that with an answer. But truth be told, he has the same feeling.

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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ensnapemysenses · 2 years

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snskskna snape and professor reader fic where the students try to get them to confess bcs they are tired asf of seeing them dance arnd each other???

A Devious Plan

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Snape x Professor Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,726

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Turning a corner a little too quickly as you are heading to your first lesson of the day, you lose your footing and stumble into none other than Professor Severus Snape, the books and papers you were holding now shattered all over the floor causing nearby students to stop and stare.

“Watch where you are going!” Snape sneers, adding “You are so clumsy, (Y/L/N). One might think … you are doing it on purpose,” in a teasing whisper just out of earshot of the students, upturning the corners of lips in a half smile. Gathering your things with a nonverbal spell he hands them back to you before stalking off, leaving you standing in the corridor slightly confused at the events that just unfolded. He is of course correct, you are clumsy and you get even more clumsy in his presence.

Entering into your classroom to set up your things for your defense against the dark arts lesson you notice a paper tucked into one of your textbooks along with a small white paper envelope containing some tea. Opening the letter it reads, ‘Here is a packet of some tea infused with a calming potion that I’ve been working on. I’ve noticed you’ve been on edge lately, it should help with the nerves. If I can be of any more assistance, let me know. -S.S.’

Smiling to yourself over the usually cold professor extending you a helping hand, you tuck the tea away into your bag along with the note, or so you thought. Unbeknownst to you, the note falls to the floor. The draft in the room causes it to drift under Aberyn Lewis’s desk and the student picks it up and tucks it safely into her bag.

“Look at this,” Aberyn says in the corridor to her friend after class, “I think Professor (Y/L/N) and Professor Snape have a thing for each other!”

“It’s pretty obvious after this note, isn’t it? I knew it! They always low-key flirted with each other!” gasps her friend, Ren Adams, their face lighting up with glee.

“We need to get them to confess to each other! They would make such a great couple!”

“But, how?”

“Leave it to me, I’ve got a plan. Though, you probably aren’t going to like it.”

“What are you doing out of bed and prowling the dungeons, Miss Lewis?” you question, raising your eyebrow at the third-year Slytherin student. Of course on your night to patrol the castle you find a student, a Slytherin nonetheless, out of bed. Now you are going to have to escort them to Snape’s office and hope he is not in a bad mood tonight.

“I was looking for an item I lost,” says Aberyn, “I seemed to have misplaced my essay that is due tomorrow and I thought maybe I had dropped it on the way to the dorms.”

“I understand you are concerned about your essay, however that does not excuse wandering the castle after hours. As you are in Slytherin house I must escort you to Professor Snape’s office for him to determine your punishment. Let’s go.”

Popping up out of their hiding spot as soon as the coast is clear Ren heads towards Snape’s potion storeroom. Aberyn is right, if anything can get these two to confess their true feeling towards each other it will be Veritaserum and all they need is to get their hands on a few drops of it and hope they don’t get caught.

Slipping into the room and quietly closing the door behind them they find the Veritaserum almost immediately (leave it up to Snape to have his storeroom perfectly organized and tidy). Taking out a glass dropper they put a few drops into the small glass vial they prepared for the occasion, place everything back as they found it, and peak their head out of the door before running like a madman back to their dorm to wait on their friend who was providing the distraction they needed to gather the goods.

“What brings you to my office at such a time as this?” Snape asks (Y/N) clearly amused at their presence, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look.

“As much as I wish I was here to visit and play house, it just so happens that I found one of your students out in the corridor after hours, Severus,” you respond, stepping aside to reveal Aberyn behind you who gives Snape a nervous little wave.

“Why were you wandering the corridors after hours, Miss Lewis? You are a fine student and this is out of the ordinary for you.”

“Well, sir,” she says a bit nervously, “I have misplaced my essay for your class that is due tomorrow. I thought I must have dropped it on my way back to the dorm so I went looking for it.”

“I see,” Snape says slowly and thoughtfully, “However I think you should know that I found your essay in the corridor earlier. I was going to let you know tomorrow during my class.”

“Oh, really sir! I am so thankful that you found it!” she says in delight, her eyes sparkling because she had planted the essay for Snape to find and the plan seems to be going perfectly so far.

After a short talk about the importance of staying in the dorms after hours, no matter what, Snape lets Aberyn off with a stern warning to not do it again.

“They were totally eye fucking last night, Ren! If you could have seen the look they gave each other -- I’m telling you we are doing a great act of service to the both of them by simply helping them to confess their feelings sooner,” Aberyn states as she adds one drop of the Veritaserum to each of the cookies she snuck from the kitchens.

“I still feel terrible at having to steal from Snape’s supply closet.”

“Well beggars can’t be choosers; we have done what we must for love,” Aberyn says, rolling her eyes and placing an arm over Ren’s shoulder. “Now we just have to get them in a room together and get them to eat these damn cookies.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, they are always together these days.”

The students’ predictions turn out to be true as that evening they knock on Snape’s office door to find both professors there. Two glasses of firewhiskey out on the coffee table in front of the couch show proof that this was definitely more than just a cordial visit between two coworkers.

“How can I help you two?” Snape questions, adjusting the collar of his robes absentmindedly.

“I just noticed that you weren’t at dinner and I wanted to bring you a plate of these cookies to show my thanks for finding my essay last night,” Aberyn states as she hands Snape the plate of cookies.

“Thank you,” he says in a low voice, “Do you mind if I share them with Professor (Y/L/N)?”

“Of course not! That’s perfectly fine! We will get going now! Enjoy the rest of your evening!”

“That was … suspicious,” Snape drawls, placing the plate of cookies on his desk.

“Come on, Severus! Just because a student wants to bring you some cookies doesn’t mean they have some ulterior motive!” you tease.

“I suppose one cookie wouldn’t hurt…”

“That’s the spirit Severus!” you giggle, “Hey! Aren’t you going to share?”

Snape rolls his eyes at you as he picks up a cookie and tosses it to you. He is impressed when you actually catch it.

Eating your cookies in silence for a moment, Snape’s eyes widen and he suddenly drops his causing you to look at him questioningly.

“Those little shits!” he says in a raised voice, “These cookies have been laced with Veritaserum! I knew I was missing some out of my storeroom!”

“How can you be so sure? Those are good students who brought us those cookies.” “I just know, (Y/N)!”

“Okay let’s be level-headed here. Let me ask you something that you would only answer if you hadn’t been dosed with Veritaserum,” you calmly state.

“Fine,” he replies, crossing his arms.

Taking a deep breath you ask the first question that comes to your mind. “Do you have a crush?” you ask him before clamping your hands over your mouth.

“Yes,” he says immediately, also placing both of his hands over his mouth as the word falls from his lips.

“Shit, we’ve been dosed with Veritaserum.”

“Shit, indeed,” he tuts, before quietly adding, ��And, do you have a crush also?”

“Yes” falls from your mouth too quickly for your liking and Snape can’t seem to stop himself from smiling.

“Who. Is. It?” he asks, enunciating every word of his question as he steps closer to you.

“You” is the only thing you are able to say before he kisses you.

“And mine is you too,” he chuckles as he pulls back from the kiss.

“Should we punish those students for lacing those cookies? Even when it finally helped us express our true feelings for each other?” you ask.

“I suppose not as they did us a… favor by making it easier.”

Laughing at the weird turn of events Snape escorts you to the door as you have both decided it’s better to end the night where it is until the Veritaserum wears off. The next day you both enter the Great Hall hand-in-hand and smiling.

Aberyn comes forward after her potions class later that day with a glass vial containing a clear liquid in her hands

“I figured I better - return this,” she says as she places the vial on Snape’s desk.

“What is this, Miss Lewis?” he asks raising an eyebrow.

“This,” she responds, gesturing to the vial, “is the Veritaserum that Ren and I stole from your storeroom.”

“So,” he pauses, “you didn’t lace those cookies you brought us with Veritaserum after all?”

Shaking her head no she explains that she simply wanted to make Snape think that the cookies had been laced and that she didn’t even tell Ren that she had not used the potion.

“Clever girl,” Snape scolds in a teasing voice. “Your plan, though ill-devised, worked I suppose. Ten points to Slytherin for a great display of cunning and ambition, but don’t ever steal from my storeroom again.”

#thanks for sending!#severus snape x reader #severus snape #pro snape #snape community #severus snape fic #snape x professor reader #snapedom #professor snape fic #ensnapemysenses

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eddies-perm · 2 years

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𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

eddie loves seeing himself deep inside you. that is all I have to say.

warnings. smut!!, P in V, barebacking, size kink, creampie, vaginal fingering, no use of y/n.

word count: 846

** eddie discovers just how much he loves being buried deep inside you. **

“C’mere,” he growls playfully, grabbing you by your ankles and yanking you down the bed. “Get that pretty little pussy over here, baby.”

You giggle softly, watching him take off his pants. He’s already hard, erection pressing against the black denim of his jeans. With a small smirk, Eddie pushes his pants down and steps up to the edge of the bed, nudging his head through your folds.

He’s pleased to find that you’re already soaking wet.

“Holy shit baby,” he hums, starting to rub your clit with his tip. “You’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’re that excited, hm?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “What can I say? I like your dick.”

“Gee thanks,” Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “My personality is just secondary, I guess.”

“Oh, stop,” you give him a little kick, chuckling and rolling your eyes. “You know I love everything about you.”

He grins, leaning down to kiss you. “I know, I just like messing with you.”

The underside of his shaft drags along your folds and he grunts softly, slowly rolling his hips. You whine softly, chewing your lip as your hips gradually begin to roll in time with his, letting you both get more friction.

“Mmm, I think you’re ready,” he says after a minute or two. “You ready to take my cock?”

“I’m always ready.”

And with that, he’s lining up and pressing in, entering you with one swift motion. He groans, looking down at where your bodies are now joined, finding himself somewhat mesmerized at the sight of his shaft stretching you open.

He starts thrusting, eyes darting between your face and your entrance, chewing the inside of his cheek as he fucks you a little harder. God, the way his cock looks slipping in and out of your wet pussy...fuck, is there a better sight?

“Oh my god, look at you, taking m-my dick so well,” he breathes, leaning back a bit so he can have a better view of your entrance. “P-Pretty baby, s-such a good girl for me.”

You moan softly, body bouncing with each of his thrusts. He fills you up so well and stretches you out just enough to be pleasurable. He’s perfect, perfectly tailored to fit snugly inside you, it feels like.

“Shit, Eds -- mmmm -- love your cock,” you hum, back arching. “It’s so good, baby, s-so fucking good...”

Eddie grunts, letting out sharp breaths, moving his hips a bit faster. It’s then that he notices that, with each thrust of his hips, a bit of a bulge appears on your lower stomach. He full-on moans at the realization that that’s his cock fucking in and out of you.

“Fffuck baby, fuck, I can see my d-dick inside you, can see it fucking you. Mmm, pussy’s so fuckin’ small, I can barely fffit inside you with my big cock...”

His hand presses down on your lower abdomen, wanting to see if he could feel each of his thrusts. When he feels it, his shaft inside of you, he’s suddenly right on the edge of his orgasm, grunting and groaning and moaning like a madman.

“Mmm, Eds...”

Suddenly, he’s bending down with your legs on his shoulders, pounding you into the mattress. You cry out in pleasure, jaw slacked as whimpers and gasps spill from your lips.

“E-Eddie!”

“Gonna cum.” He moans, eyebrows knitting. “Gonna put it so deep inside y-you...will you keep it all in for me, baby? You gonna keep all my cum in your little cunt?”

You nod quickly, nails digging into his back. “Yes, baby, y-yes!”

It takes only moments before his hips come to a halt and warm cum paints your insides, filling you up to the brim. Eddie grunts softly and leans down to kiss you while riding out the remainder of his high.

As soon as he’s done, he’s on his knees between your legs, fingers quickly scooping the leaking cum from your entrance. He pushes it back in with two fingers, fucking the creamy seed up into you again.

Your hips jump, a surprised and pleasured gasp slipping past your lips.

“There we go, there’s my girl,” he hums, smirking up at you as he fingers you, fingers curling up to find your pleasure spot. “Keep all that in for me, yeah?”

You’re so caught up in pleasure that all you can do is babble, so close to your orgasm that you can practically taste it. And as soon as his tongue swipes across your clit, you’re done for.

With a cry of his name, followed by a string of swears, you fall apart. Your climax hits with great intensity and your hips buck and jerk against his fingers. He hums, taking you through your orgasm before pulling away and kissing up your body until he reaches your lips.

You smile against his lips, weaving a hand in his hair as the two of you share a deep kiss, simply enjoying each other’s embrace for a little while before dozing off, still entangled in each other.

~ masterlist ~

#eddies-perm #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut

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silkylovey · 2 years

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Can u pls do a drew starkey one shot a really smutty but fluffy one maybe perhaps she doesn’t feel great ahir her self so he makes her feel good abt her self

Dating a celebrity wasn't easy, so that's why you and Drew decided to keep your relationship private, only going on dates in your houses, you haven't met his friends or his co-workers, when he went golfing you stayed at home, and when rumors started to spread that Drew was seeing someone, who was already famous and gorgeous. Your heart broke.

You sat on your couch looking at the pictures of Drew with this girl, they were just walking together and fans saw them. His fans took pictures and those were already on twitter. You stood up and went to compare yourself with this girl in the mirror.

She had long blonde hair and how her body was so slim, that she could be a model. You started to have tears in your eyes but you wiped them away when you heard your front door open.

"Honey, I am home," you could hear Drew's voice and he sounded happy while you were on the edge of crying. You just walked to him and gave him a hug, burying your head in his chest and when the put his hands on your jaw to kiss you, he saw the redness in your eyes and he could tell that you almost cried.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Am I pretty enough for you?"

Your question shocked him, he looked at you like you were a madman as if you were just waffling but he already knew why you asked him that. In his eyes, you were the only one for him, the most gorgeous woman to ever exist. If you were going to include the mythology, he knew that Aphrodite took her time with you, to make every curve, every inch of your body perfectly.

He took you hand and guided you in front of a mirror, a full body mirror, he started pressing kisses you your exposed neck and your head fell backwards.

"I am going to show you how pretty you are, but you gotta keep looking at yourself in the mirror."

With his order you dropped your head forwards and you were watching how he got rid of every piece of clothing you had on, leaving you in a red bra with black panties, he started caressing your boobs and he soon got rid of your bra.

He moved in front of you and leaned forward, kissing, sucking, nibbling your boobs, flicking your nipples, you were in a moment of euphoria so your head fell back again but his hand steadied your head to keep looking at this scene.

His other hand then moved in your panties and he started to flick your clit while his mouth was still working on your nipples until he kneeled in front of you and he lifted your right leg up kissing from your knee to the area you needed him most but he stopped right next to your pussy.

"You're so pretty," he whispered before diving in and eating you out as if you were his last meal, your right leg was rested on his shoulder, he was making you feel so good, even too good. You started saying his name as if it was a prayer, moaning it. He wanted to make you cum so many times. So he just kept eating you out.

When you came the first time, he pushed one finger in and when you were stretched enough for his second he added his second finger and you were over the edge, tears were one the brim of your eyes because of how good he was making you feel.

"Drew, please please," when you told him that, you could feel him smile against your clit, and you rolled your eyes back as your second orgasm took over your body.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" you were still in a post-orgasm daze so he had to guide you around.

---

When you woke up, you noticed an Instagram notification "drewstarkey has mentioned you in his/her/their story" so you clicked on it.

#drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x reader #drew x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x you #silkylovey #obx fandom #obx fic #rafe fanfiction

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epithet-beloved · 9 months

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Hi I'm shimmying in here awkwardly but can we have some ideas for Jericho x Dixon for the 3 starving jerixon fans please

MEETING HALFWAY

synopsis… Dixon and Jericho both need romance advice, and the only people they can ask are their cellmates, who are coincidentally both terrible at it.

ft. Jericho Felocity, Dixon Roughhouse, Ramsey Murdoch, California Slim, Alcatraz

tags… anime campaign, epithet erased spoilers, Slim and Ramsey give awful romantic advice, pre-relationship, mutual pining, straight up painful pining they are both so oblivious, Dixon sorta has a nervous breakdown

word count… 1284

a/n… this is my first time writing Dixon I hope the fandom approves of me ✧ 🦄

“Well, at least it’s not Ramsey.”

Was the first thing California Slim said when Jericho told him he had feelings for Dixon.

“Yeah, but what do I say to him?” Jericho was frantically running on his treadmill to blow off some steam, a clear nervous energy about him. In clear contrast to his normal, everyday frantic running on his treadmill. “I’m not really that great at talking. You think he even notices me at all?”

“Oh, don’t listen to Slim, Jeri!” Alcatraz was much more enthusiastic about this matter than the murderer he was attached to, and saw fit to float next to Jericho trying to calm his nerves. “Dixon seems like he’s got a lot to say himself, I’m sure he just appreciates you being a good listener!”

“Yeah,” Slim scoffed, “a lotta crazy bullshit to say.”

The ghost turned to glare at his companion, but with no face, the look of disappointment on his face was left entirely to the imagination.

Jericho, lost in thought about his current dilemma, seemed utterly oblivious to the argument going on behind him. “Yeah, maybe it’s better if I just let him talk. I don’t want him to think I’m weird or anything.” Almost as if to demonstrate his point, the man’s body phased partially through the front of his treadmill whilst he continued to ‘run’ in place as if nothing were wrong.

“Jericho, everyone in this place is goddamn weird. And Dixon’s a nut — guys like him can’t afford to be picky about their company.” Slim just watched his cellmate for a few seconds, then sighed and massaged his temples. Usually, Jericho was an alright guy to bunk with, but sometimes he could be a real headache……. “You sure a relationship in prison could even work? You guys only see each other during lunch time.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Alcatraz quickly said, as he did after pretty much everything Slim told people. “I’m sure you two will find a way! You’re such creative souls!”

“That’s sure a way to put it…..” The actual murderer eventually stood up, finally deciding to do something about his poor friend’s predicament. “C’mon, man, you got yourself all outta sorts.” Thinking it would help somehow, he gave Jericho a hearty slap on the back to try and force him out of the treadmill, but this only created a bigger problem.

“Oh, that’s not good!”

“No fucking shit, Sherlockatraz!” The two unfortunate souls were currently faced with their friend lodged halfway through the cell wall, legs dangling in a janky position. Slim first pressed his ear to the wall, trying to make out if the speed runner was suffocating to death like he did last time. “You breathing in there, dumbass?!”

“Oh,” came Jericho’s voice from the other cell. “Hi Dixon!”

California Slim turned to the ghost with a tired expression. “Never mind. It’s worse than we thought.”

Not like things were going much better in the cell next door before that, anyway.

✧ ✧

“I dunno, I just, I just—“ Dixon was pacing back and forth like the madman Ramsey knew that he was. “I feel like he’s the only one who gets me, but like, what— what if he doesn’t get me? What if he’s an alien? Or a spy? Or— or an alien spy?!”

“Dixon,” started Ramsey, who was laying on his bed like a teenage girl while drawing another commission of a certain inmate’s fursona. “He avoids clipping to the front of the lunch line every day just so he can stand next to you. I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

“But what if he’s just like that with— with everyone?!” From the corner of his eye, Ramsey saw Dixon hunched over with his hands in his hair. If he got any more nervous, he was pretty sure the guy would start pulling his hair out.

“You’re overthinking it.”

“And why shouldn’t I overthink it, man?!” In the split second that Ramsey looked away, Dixon had rushed over to his bunk and was now aggressively shaking the poor rat man by his shoulders. “I finally have the first good chance with a guy in years, he doesn’t treat me li-like I’m crazy, and I could— I could just fuck it all up! ‘Cause crazy fuckin’ Dixon fucks everything up!”

“Hey, hey, relax…..” Worried for his cellmate, Ramsey would slowly raise his hands and place them on the bespectacled man’s shoulders. “None of us ever said that about ya.”

“Slim tells me I’m a nut.”

“Slim’s a dick and he does not speak for us.” Ramsey took a pause to sit up properly, not slouching as he gave his friend a serious look. “Listen, Dixon. My man. If you’re crazy, then so is everyone else in this damn place. And Jericho is the sweetest guy I know, there’s no way in hell he isn’t happy to listen to you. I’m happy to listen to you. So even if stuff doesn’t work out, look at me.”

Dixon, who had stopped shaking, flickered his eyes up from the floor to Ramsey’s face.

“You’ll always have me. We’re buds! I mean it.”

There was a long pause where neither man said anything, and the conspiracy theorist’s eyes resumed darting around the room at high speed. Always thinking, considering, analyzing. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes.

“Y-yeah,” he’d eventually stutter out from between clenched teeth. Finally noticing how tightly he’d been holding Ramsey, he pulled back like he’d just touched a hot stove. “Sorry….” He held one of his wrists and watched his own hand as he flexed it lightly. “Guess I’m just used to all the sorts of stuff….stuff my family—“

A loud crash and the room shaking made both men yelp, interrupting whatever was about to be said in favor of whipping their heads around to the first and last person Dixon was hoping to see.

“Oh, hi Dixon!” An awkward, smiling Jericho was what awaited them, waving with one hand while the other dangled uselessly. Only his upper half graced the room with its presence, the other presumably stuck in his own cell.

“Oh,” Dixon mirrored, suddenly laughing to fill the silence. “Hey! Need, uh…..need some help there?” Shit, he was repeating his words again. Was he weirding him out?

“Nah, I’m alright for now.” Wait, was he worrying him? Now Jericho almost felt bad for showing up. “Just, uh….haven’t talked to you in a while. How’s it been?”

“FINE! I mean uh. Fine!” Dixon lied. “Was just talking…..talking about……”. The man made the mistake of glancing at Ramsey for guidance, who was of no help and instead chose to gawk at Dixon helplessly. “…..alien spies!”

With a conversation hook, Jericho now felt less nervous. He liked it when Dixon talked — it was like the only side quest dialogue in the world he wouldn’t skip. “Wow, I love aliens! Like in Metroid!”

Dixon pointed at Jericho and nodded rapidly, too nervous to do anything but blindly agree and go off of what the other man was saying. “YES, it is exactly like Metroid! You are SO right! Y-you know, it’s kinda like how— how jellyfish are ancient alien parasites that’ll create the zombie uprising!”

“Really? I’d love to be a zombie, because then I’d be the fastest one!”

✧ ✧

“You know, they really are just painful to listen to.”

“Slim, be nice!” Alcatraz chastised. “I for one am glad that they’re bonding! You should stand to be more like them!”

“Mmm, no thanks.” The murderer peeled himself off of the wall and skulked back to his bed. “I’m just glad I’ll get to say I called it when they start dating in a few weeks.”

#🦄's writings #𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request !#anime campaign #anime campaign imagines #epithet erased spoilers #jericho felocity #dixon roughhouse #Jericho Felocity x Dixon Roughhouse #jericho Felocity imagines #dixon roughhouse imagines

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roots in my dreamland chapter 2

I am Very Pleased to announce that I am deciding on a shorter chapter than I was planning on posting! It might not have the same power that it will have when chapter 3 comes out (it’s a continuation of this chapter hehee) but I really like what I’ve done so far!

Description: In which we learn more about Dahlia!!

Haven’t read chapter 1? Here:

Snippet of ch. 2 below the cut!

Dahlia laid awake in bed, covered up to her shoulders in warm sheets and blankets. Stifled sunlight peered through her curtains, splashing on the wall opposite the window. She gazed at a stripe of light on the wall, how the lowest tip of the ribbon of light caught on her bureau and started again higher up the wall, and thought, in the quiet way only waking of your own accord on a warm sunny morning can bring, about how lucky the earth was to fall in such a position in the whole galaxy- to be at such a spot in the solar system that it sustained a beautiful life. She closed her eyes for a moment, to revel in her warm bed, to fall back asleep would be heaven-

Three sharp knocks on her door prompted a groan as her stepmother, Sanja, pushed open the door and stepped into the room to throw open the curtains. Dahlia turned away from the glaring light so her face was smashed into the pillow and groaned.

"Dahlia, you need to get up! It's just past 10 am!" Sanja's urgent voice came closer to her, and Dahlia felt her mattress lower as Sania took a seat on the edge.

"So?" Dahlia grumbled.

She heard Sanja sigh, and Dahlia took her face out of the smothering pillow so she could look at her. "So, Dahlia, you're having friends over for lunch today. That's in only two hours! And you're not dressed, your bed isn't made, you haven't even eaten breakfast-"

Dahlia pushed herself up on one arm and brushed most of her hair out of her face. "I get it, Sanja. I'll be ready soon."

Sanja raised an eyebrow, but she stood up and smoothed her own hair back absentmindedly. "Alright. I'll let the kitchen know to get you a small breakfast warmed up downstairs."

Dahlia sat and watched Sanja leave the room, closing the door behind her. She sighed and waited a moment in the warmth of her bed before kicking her covers off to get ready. She buttoned herself into a pale green tea-length dress, a pair of brown leather shoes, and put her dark hair half-up with a matching green ribbon before she stepped into the hall and rushed down the stairs to the dining room, where her stepbrother, Lucas, was still eating. He looked up at her and gave a half-smile in greeting.

Dahlia took a seat next to him, and pushed herself up on her chair with her palms to look at him, raising her shoulders to her chin. He slid an amused glance over to her, but said nothing. Dahlia let out an exasperated breath.

"Why, good morning, Dahlia, how did you sleep? Did you enjoy the show last night? "

Lucas turned his head to look at her directly, but Dahlia continued her enactment. "Oh, thank you kindly for asking, Lucas. I slept quite well, actually. And the show was just lovely." She smirked at him. "That's how you're supposed to talk to a lady, you know. We love to talk about ourselves. It's our favorite subject, really."

Lucas laughed once. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks." He perked up. "Was the show actually good?" he asked.

Dahlia grinned. "It was just a play, really. Nothing much to it. The Madman falls in love with the Lost Bride, he steals her away, she eventually falls in love with him, they get married... nothing too out of the ordinary." Her face lit up. "I did meet a new girl though! She's... well, she's a little standoffish, but so is Jan. I can't wait for them to meet each other. You know they're coming over today, right?"

Lucas started to nod, but realized he didn't know at all. "When did you set this up? You only just met her yesterday. Do you even know anything about her?"

"Oh, I asked if she wanted to come over today yesterday. She said yes and we worked out times and I warned her Jan was coming and she said that was fine and that she'd never met him really, only that they'd seen each other around at their fathers' business events." Dahlia took a breath. "And I know that her name is Marya Hendriks and her sister was in the play as the Lost Bride."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "And you're sure that Jan and Marya won't have any problems with each other."

"Certain."

"Well, you'd better eat up then," Lucas said, nodding his head at a servant coming through the doors with Dahlia's breakfast. "Keeping those two sociable for more than ten minutes is going to cost you all the energy you've got."

Dahlia made a face at him as he exited the room and she began to cut up her pancakes. —

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#marya hendriks #roots in my dreamland tag #marya van eck #jan van eck #crooked kingdom #six of crows #maia can write #dahlia remanse

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