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ahhh i didn't rb that post but i'm more than happy to play <3 gonna piggy-back a little off what you already wrote if you don't mind!
Sybille was aware of Michael Shea. Had seen him around town a fair amount and occasionally at the VA in Missoula. But she'd never properly spoke to the man. Namely because he's deaf and her own grasp of sign language begins and ends with the hand and arm signals the military taught her. But he always seemed like an interesting fellow, in her opinion.
Attractive too. Not that she's looking....not that hard anyways...
But lo and behold, here he is sliding onto the bar stool beside her, face flushed and definitely drunk, leaning in with a forwardness that might have made her blush were she a few drinks more sober. More than anything, she's amused. And after that, she's intrigued. Guy's ballsy, she'll give him that.
"Now hold on," she says, cocking her head to the side and smiling mischievously. "Buy me a drink first."
He stares at her, heavy brow furrowing in confusion. Right. Deaf, she thinks. Maybe he don't read lips. Or maybe between her accent and her own drunkenness, he just can't.
So instead she taps the glass of her almost empty stout and motions to the other end of the bar, where Mary May is serving customers. He flags her down, motions to Sybille, and then holds up two fingers. It's the most concise non-verbal "I'll have whatever she's having," she's ever seen.
The two enjoy their drinks, and as they do, Sybille pulls a small notepad from her back pocket. Originally, she'd intended to use it to communicate with Michael, but it quickly turns into the two of them drawing crass doodles and the most riveting games of tic-tac-toe she's ever played.
And as time wears on, and as the pleasant heat in her stomach moves just a little further south, she decides to indulge his initial inquiry. Flipping to a new, clean page of her notebook, she draws the setup for a game of hangman. Two words. Six spaces total for the letters. A question mark at the end.
She sets the pen down, sliding it towards Michael. She cheekily draws her lower lip between her teeth with a smile, watching expectantly while he stares at the puzzle she's presented him.
It doesn't take long for his lips to quirk upwards. He grins at her, eyes sparkling in the dim bar-lighting with excitement. Then, twirling the pen between his fingers, he fills the letters in and slides his work over for her to see. Proudly capping the pen, he sets it down on the paper.
F U C K M E ?
"Why Michael," she says, sliding out of her seat and letting her hand linger over his strong shoulders as she drags him towards the stairs to the handful of rooms upstairs. "All y'had to do was ask."
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Rooker: What's up, grandma?
Grandma: *unclear answer 'cause she's talking to him through the phone*
Rooker: What? You get tired of that? People calling you grandma?
Rooker: What's up, you hot mama?
Rooker: Come on, talk to us, grandma!
Grandma: *something about taking her classes off*
Rooker: I don't need you to take your classes off, maybe something else!
Grandma: Omg thank you, thanks for saying hi
Rooker: You're a sweetheart
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Micky: She's really short. Like she reaches down to the middle of my arm. She's got blonde hair, that's why I call her Goldilocks, or Barbie or whatever blonde character I can think of. She has blue eyes, and they're probably the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen...don't tell her I said that."
Aaliyah: He's got the best smile in the world. Whenever he smiles at me, I get all warm and fuzzy. It's like when we went on our first day, I get butterflies. He's got black hair, with a few loose curls. Wyatt's eyes are my most favorite thing about him though. They're dark brown, almost black. I could get lost in them.
These are two very different people 😂😂😂
Tell me how your muse describes my muse to other people
Charlie is more angry about being called short than anything else. And she heard it but she'll pretend she didn't, for now. lol
Wyatt is grinning like a dork. Just like that gif honestly. He's so stupidly in love with that woman it's not even funny. Vampire or not, she's his everything.
(also i love how different these ships are, it's amazing)
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multi-character drabble.
includes the words slut, pup, and adult themes so, mdni.
he's so confusing...sometimes he's acting completely oblivious to your flirts, the others, he's breeding his cum into you because you called out his name like a slut.
sometimes he's acting like he doesn't care about your tantrums, the others, he's got his cock buried deep inside you, pressing on the bulge from your tummy, "l-look how deep i am, p-pup...'m in your f-fucking womb, y/n..."
sometimes he's pushing you onto your knees and shoving his big cock inside your tiny mouth, because "that's what a slut like you deserves", the others, he's gripping your thighs, his tongue swiping your sticky cum across your folds as he thanks you for it.
god, he's just sooo confusing.
michael kaiser, nagi, eren jaeger, kunigami, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito, itoshi rin & sae, atsumu, suna rintarou.
© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .
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Dean flirts with a diner waitress one day while him and Sam are working a case (Cas is busy). She gives him a pleasant-customer-service smile until her eyes lock onto his shoulder. She goes pale and backs away and Dean looks at his shoulder like ?????
She tries to make an excuse to leave and bolts out the back door but Dean is Suspicious(TM) and follows her before she can get very far.
She says she's not looking for trouble, she just wants to be left alone, she's made a life for herself here etc etc.
"What are you talking about?" Dean demands, about to reach for his gun.
"You... You’re Dean Winchester." She gestures to his shoulder. "Only Dean Winchester has Castiel's mark and claim on him."
Dean gently touches his shoulder, where the handprint used to be, and he's like, "You're an angel." .......... then he gets his phone out and he's finding Cas's number and slamming the phone to his ear all frowny faced and says to her, "What do you mean, claim? And the mark isn't even there anymore- I- Hey Cas? Cas, there's an angel here who- no I don't know her name- does it matter? Look she says- no don't come here we're fine- she says you left a claim on me with that- y’know that handprint thing and- what do you mean you were going to tell me??? Tell me now-"
And the whole time Dean is getting progressively frownier and his nose is getting redder and he's gripping his shoulder tighter and the angel is watching like, This is the Michael Sword?? This is the Righteous Man??? This is the human Castiel left his mark on?????
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Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you or anything! But I've been lurking on your blog for quite a bit now lol. If it's okay, can I request a jealous! Adam x Reader? If you're feeling generous, maybe make it a bit smutty? The Reader can be an angel, sinner or hellborn. The story is completely up to you!
Jealousy, Jealousy
A/N: I left it vague so the reader can be angel, sinner, or hellborn, it’s up to you reader!
Warnings: Slight breeding kink
Adam was seething. He watched Michael and (Name) interact, Michael clearly flirting if his facial expressions and body language were anything to go by. Adam had left her alone for two minutes and Michael swooped in. He quickly decided he’d seen enough and barged into the conversation.
“Shitface,” he greeted Michael, putting a possessive hand on (Name)’s waist and pulling her into him. Michael soured. “Adam,” he greeted tightly. “We have places to be,” Adam announced. “Later, Mikey.” He tugged (Name) away.
With her hand in his, Adam led (Name) swiftly to his home, and as soon as they were inside, he was slamming (Name) up against the wall.
“Adam!” she gasped. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You letting Michael carry on even though he clearly wanted to fuck you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He was fucking flirting with you, (Name).”
“Oh… does that mean you’re jealous?”
Adam didn’t answer with words. Instead he growled and buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting his marks onto her. (Name) moaned. Adam pulled back just to lift her up by the ass, her legs locking around his waist. Then he continued the assault on her neck. (Name) felt heat rush to her core. She liked this possessive side of Adam.
“He wanted to fuck you,” Adam hissed against her neck. “But I’m the only one who can fuck you.” (Name) shuddered.
Adam had never been more grateful for skirts, tugging (Name)’s up to bunch around her stomach, revealing her panties. He ripped those without a care, and (Name) whined, “I liked that pair.” “I’ll buy you a new one, shut up.”
(Name) was really enjoying this. She should make Adam jealous more often.
Suddenly Adam was lifting her up the wall until her crotch was at his face. She threw her legs over his shoulders. Adam held her up against the wall as he leaned forward and began eating her out like it was his last meal. (Name) cried out and grabbed onto his horns.
His skilled tongue went up and down a few times before circling her clit, and then he began to fuck her with it. Adam had a long tongue, and (Name) had never been more grateful for it as she held onto him for dear life.
Adam’s tongue circled her clit again, and (Name) was quickly nearing the edge. Adam knew her well enough to recognize when she was close, and to her dismay, he pulled back and tapped her legs. She reluctantly slid them off his shoulders and let herself slide down the wall until she and Adam were face to face again.
He slammed his lips against hers and (Name) moaned when she could taste herself on him. It was absolutely sinful.
Adam disconnected their lips and put (Name) on the ground. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs shaky. Adam shed his robe and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick.
He grabbed (Name) under her arms and lifted her back up against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he lined himself up before abruptly thrusting up into her. (Name) cried out, nearly choking Adam with how tight she held onto him.
Adam couldn’t care less, beginning to thrust at an absolutely brutal pace. She was positioned just so that with every thrust her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.
“Fuck, Adam,” she moaned.
“You’re mine, you hear me?” Adam panted. “Michael wishes he could have you like this, but he could never satisfy you like I can.”
(Name) blushed. “You like that, slut? You like when I talk to you while I fuck you?”
(Name) swallowed her pride and nodded.
“Good, because you need to know that you’re mine, I fucking own you. No one else can fuck you this good. The next time I catch you letting Michael flirt with you, I’m fucking you in front of him.”
(Name) moaned unabashedly.
Adam groaned, getting close. He could tell (Name) was getting close too, and he kept his pace steady and hard. “I’m gonna cum in you while you cum on my dick. Gonna put a fucking baby in you. Then everyone will know who you belong to.”
That pushed (Name) over the edge and she came with a cry. Her pussy tightened around Adam and that was all it took for him to cum as well. He pushed (Name) down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting upwards, cumming deep inside of her.
They stayed like that for a minute, panting and catching their breaths.
“Fuck, Adam, that was–” “Fantastic, I know.” The cocky bastard.
Adam was going to set (Name) back on the floor, but by the way her legs were shaking, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand. So he pulled out, smirking when some of his cum dripped down her thigh and onto the floor.
He carried her over to the bed and gently placed her down on it. “Wait here.” He went to grab a towel.
As he carefully cleaned her up after cleaning himself, (Name) stared at him with an indiscernible expression. “What?” Adam asked.
“I should get you jealous more often.”
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