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house-of-daena · 1 year

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most sensitive parts 1 [albedo, ayato, dottore x gn.reader]

contents: dom reader/sub characters, suggestive at best, s&m, choking, breath play, biting, tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ just random thoughts. i was gonna add more characters but im too lazy and i already have 6 other drafts of ideas. ꒱

୨ albedo ♡ princeps cretaceus ୧

his collarbones - you never would've ever guessed this until you've completely undressed him and brushed your delicate fingers over them. the way he sucked in his breath through his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut the moment your touch ghosted over them had you dumbfounded. and when you trail your finger all over his collarbones up the mark on his neck, below his adam's apple? you'd feel it bob and tremble, shaky sighs coming from his pretty, pink lips and the grip he has on you tightens.

your dearest albedo, always so adorable! seeing him crumble with a mere touch, fingers dancing on his collarbones whenever he's bare before you. he'd let out this cute gasp when your lips finally make contact with his silky smooth skin, the warmth coming from your lips making his thoughts hazy and foggy, peppering wet kisses all over his collarbones, making him throw his head back and dig his head deep onto his pillow. the need to nibble on his collarbones, suckling and biting until they're purple and sore, leaving marks trailing up to the star on his neck sends shivers down his spine. whenever he looks into the mirror and his eyes stare at the bite marks you've left on his pale, unblemished skin, he's already reminded how only you could turn him into such a different person in bed.

with a simple touch, with a simple kiss, he's melting helplessly from your loving ministrations with the intent to turn his mind into nothing but a mush of fervent need and arousal. to tease him, you'd always pretend to fix the collar of his shirt. only to feel the tips of your fingers pressing onto his collarbones through his shirt, raking your nails through the fabric, then feign innocence with a smile whenever he was too flustered to handle your teasing anymore. oh how you always thank the archons for allowing you to discover such a weakness on your lovely albedo. it makes it easier for you to ruin the well-known alchemist of mondstadt, and reduce him to nothing but a needy whore.

୨ ayato kamisato ♡ cypressus custos ୧

his neck - it started with a simple kiss. his back against the wall, bodies flush against each other, hips moving in sync as you grind so sensually, chasing the pleasure each movement gives. ayato's arms snaked around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him as you press yourself harder onto his aching cock, swallowing his moans by shoving your tongue down his throat. it was almost too much, drool seeping out of the corners of his lips as you continued to drink up all of your wonderful lover's noises, not giving him a moment's breath, completely ravishing his mouth until it was all puffy and red.

then, all clarity was thrown out the window the moment your hands trailed up his chest and onto his neck, the warmth of your hands radiating off his skin as you caressed his neck. your intention was to cup his cheeks, taking it slow and teasing your lover, but the whimper that slips from his lips, only to be muffled by the passionate kiss made you pause, noticing his reactions right away. his hips stutter the more of your fingers linger on his neck, fingers giving each mole that littered his skin a taste of your touch, even going as far as wrapping your hands around his neck. the way he gasps, both from the way you're squeezing the air out of his throat, and the dizzying bliss it brings, a wet patch forming on his pants.

the easiest way to rile ayato up was to attack his neck. even if you press a kiss on his nape, or your fingers find their way onto his neck to simply caress him, the tips of his ears start to burn and he'd melt. and kissing his neck? suckling on his supple skin, leaving wet kisses starting from his jawline, all the way down to his shoulders; it would drive him crazy! especially when he sees those lovely purple marks the next day, staring at them with a satisfied look as he bites his bottom lip, reminiscing about your previous night together.

oh, he sounds so heavenly when you start abusing his neck. tears well in his eyes as choked sobs try to make themselves known, only to be drowned out by silent moans as you tighten your grip around his neck. you watch him pathetically buck his hips into nothing, desperate for any stimulation on his cock, for you to give in and let him cum. but you just smile at him, a beautiful, dark smile whose image burned inside his mind as you massage the sides of his neck, before squeezing them once more, sure to leave bruises the next day.

୨ il dottore ୧

his lips - there's just something with the way you kiss him. dottore could never predict how you'd kiss him once you grab him by the back of his neck and let your lips connect.

sometimes, it was passionate and intense; languidly moving against his, with such gentleness, love, and devotion that even without his favored roughness, he finds his knees weak, face burning as he fervently kisses back just as intense. he could feel your love, your adoration, your carnal desire for him and him only.

other times, it was almost suffocating. your tongue forcing itself inside his mouth, so pliant and needy beneath you as you devour him like a starved man. you took away his breath, whining and restlessly roaming his hands all over your body before you grab his wrists and pin them above his head. he needs air! to breathe before he passes out. the corners of his eyes were darkening, and tears caught in his lashes. but archons, he loves it so much. he'd grind his drooling cock against the knee that's been pressing on the wet patch on his crotch. it was exhilarating, electrifying pleasure just from kissing sends shocks throughout his trembling body as he tries his damnest to not cum untouched.

and when you do pull away, ripping a needy whine from dottore's puffy lips, you'd tear the skin on the fragile skin with your sharp canines, blood dripping down his chin as you lapped on the iron taste of his blood, but you lick it off your lips as if it was sweet ichor. oh, he just loves to see your mouth messy, either from his seed that only you could have a taste, or the beautiful scarlets of his blood painting your gorgeous face. it makes his lips tingle and ache for more.

#» asmo's writings #albedo x reader #albedo smut #ayato x reader #ayato smut #dottore x reader #dottore smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #sub genshin #» albedo #» ayato #» dottore

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Omg now I want to see Soap begging Moon to marry him. Can Goose or someone have a Wild West fever dream so we can see all of those scenarios happen??

“When’re you gonna let me make an honest woman out of you?” Soap leans over the bar, broad shoulders hiked next to his ears as he settles on his elbows. You pour a shot of whiskey for him and try not to hit him with the bottle.

“When’re you gonna pay your tab?” You don’t really mind Soap, but it’s rather annoying that he won’t leave you alone. You’re not sure why he’s so set on you. Man like him could have anyone he wanted, half the women in town are clamoring for him, and the other half are married so they’re stuck pining.

“I always pay my tab,” He smiles. You narrow your eyes at him. He does. He closes out every time he leaves. That’s another annoying thing about him, he’s a good man.

“Then you’ve got no reason to keep comin’ around.” You tell him and turn to help the other patrons at the bar. You’ll get Soap some lunch later, let him sweat with his alcohol for a minute. Can’t have him thinkin’ you like him.

“You’re late,” You pull a clean glass and pour a healthy serving of whiskey in it before sliding it to Soap.

“Was pickin’ out wedding rings,” He tells you, taking the glass between his fingers. You can see the dirt under his nails, but his hands are clean. You wonder if he wiped them off before he came to see you.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You ask, and even though you know he’s only joking your stomach still clenches uncomfortably at the thought Soap might have someone waiting on him.

“Hopin’ it’s you.” He says tipping his head back to swallow the whiskey neat. You watch the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows. Soap licks the last drop of whiskey off his lips as he sets his glass down, and you do your best not to watch the path of his pink tongue.

“You better watch out, someday someone’s gonna think you’re serious,” You pour him a second without being asked and go to collect empty glasses before he can tease you further.

Soap crowds you against the door to the store room, holding it closed as you try to keep the heat off your cheeks. You’re too used to having the bar between you, a solid barrier keeping him at arm's length. You scowl at him. His lovesick smile makes your stomach flip. You wonder if he’s sick in the head to keep chasing after you. How have you not managed to scare him off yet?

You do your best to keep up a glare, even under Soap’s studying glances. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. He really must be mad.

“Do I make you nervous, Hen?” He asks. You feel your brows twitch down a little more.

“Why would you make me nervous?” You aren’t nervous. Your heart must be beating that quickly for some other reason. Soap hums, raises a hand to caress your cheek, his touch soft and clean. His hand is cool against the heat of your skin.

He kisses you before you can push him away. His lips pressing firm against yours make you melt a little. He cups your face so gently, like you’re something to be treasured, something delicate that he has to be careful with. It’s a far cry from your rough exterior, but you almost…like it. It’s especially pleasant when his lips part to kiss you again, hardly bothered whether or not you’re kissing him back. You haven’t pushed him away, and that matters far more. It doesn’t take more than a second of coaxing for you to grip his shirt and kiss him.

Pressed against the door isn’t the worst place to be when Soap is the one pressing you against it. His body is firm and warm, his fingers tilting your head to let him kiss you at a comfortable angle. He tips his own head to catch the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck just over where your pulse hammers. You wonder if he can feel it, if he can hear the soft sigh that escapes your lips when he does. He kisses you properly a final time before he pulls back.

Still so close, his thumb swipes against your lower lip. You can’t seem to make up your mind on what you’re supposed to do now. You feel like the whole world has turned pink at the edges.

“Marry me,” He whispers and you feel your heart clench so severely it makes your breath skip. Your lip wobbles a little. You’re supposed to be stronger than this.

“No,” You tell him with as much resolve as you can manage. You expect him to frown, or tease you more, but his smile only grows.

You’ve never given him an answer when he’s asked, only ever redirected the conversation or made a joke in response. (The jokes were the worst, always on the wrong side of self deprecating, Soap thought those hurt more than a rejection) To get an actual response out of you? An acknowledgement of the sincerity behind the question? Well, some ‘no’s are worth a thousand ‘yes’s.

#1870s!cowboy #cowboy!Soap #oc: moon #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x oc #I assume soap is a ranch hand or a stable hand #he works hard and gets dirty but he always makes sure his hands are clean when he sees Moon #don't wanna accidentally dirty her up if he gets the chance to touch her #I think he got tired of waiting for her to realize he wasn't joking #gotta prove he's serious about her somehow #how did he fall for Moon and why is he chasing after her? who knows #I knows #I think he had to deliver something to her early one morning and spotted her in her pjs #and thought “I wanna wake up next to her”#and it was all downhill from there

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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i will sell you my left leg for nurse!steve first time smut 😔

AN | I don’t require a leg, but I hope this will do! Soft, first time smut with these two🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Soft Smut (oral - f receiving, unprotected piv), 18+ only

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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You'd gone on five dates with Steve.

Five wonderful, magical evenings that the two of you had spent together, reluctant to part at the end of the night. Steve, ever the sweet, golden hearted man that he was, always ended the night with a kiss that made your knees weak, your thoughts incoherent, and left you wanting more more.

You really liked him, and didn't want to mess this up. Truth was, you could already picture a future with him. And that was both thrilling and scary.

But you also really, really wanted to fuck him.

Let's be real - he was attractive, kind, smart, funny, and had a job he loved. What more could you ever want?

You weren't quite sure how to approach it without seeming desperate or pushing him away. He never pushed you, or forced anything upon you, but he had to want you too, right? He wouldn't keep going on dates with you if he didn't want you. That wouldn't make sense. You supposed you'd just have to wait and see.

Luckily, you received your answer on your next date when fond smiles and affectionate touches turned into much more.

You were over at his place, the two of you curled up on the couch as some movie played on TV. Wine glasses had been consumed and abandoned on the coffee table, and while you didn't feel tipsy, you felt a little bit of courage from the alcohol in your veins.

You didn't even know what movie was playing too hyper aware of Steve; how he moved, breathed, had his arm around your shoulders, everything. After a bit of silence, you allowed yourself to look over at him…and found him looking right back at you. He really had the prettiest brown eyes, all warm and honeyed.

“You’re really fuckin’ pretty,” it came out as a breathy whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you so reverently. Your heart raced as you shuffled around so you could look at him. A large hand found your face, causing you to lean into his touch, as he brushed his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “gonna drive me crazy looking at me like that, honey.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you teased, feeling bold and encouraged by the darkening of his eyes. You tossed the blanket to the side before crawling into his lap, your hands settling on his broad shoulders. A small, tiny sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he looked at you with an intense hunger, “I want you. So bad, Steve.”

“Fuck,” his large hands settled on your waist, teasing up the hem of your dress, warm on your soft, supple skin, “I want you too, angel. A-are you sure? I don’t want to do anything unless you’re ready for it, and you want it too. We can wait-”

“I don’t want to wait,” you whispered softly, cradling his handsome face in your much smaller hands, “if we’re being fully honest - which I always want us to be - I’ve been waiting for this since our first date. I just didn’t want to seem too forward.”

“And here I thought I was the only one suffering,” he groaned softly, turning his face to press a kiss to the palm of your hand, “honey, honey, you’re like a drug. And I want all of you, so much.”

You looked at him, both of you breathing heavily before you leaned and kissed him. You’d learned how he liked to be kissed, how he tasted, all of it but every time was just as exciting as the first. Kissing Steve felt like something you’d done your entire life and he kissed you back like his life depended on it.

Steve soon took control, something you easily relinquished to him (and only him), as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck, leaving behind a constellation of pretty lavender bruises labeling you as his. You sighed softly as his hands drifted up your side as you arched into this touch.

“Makin’ such pretty sounds,” he cooed against your skin, lips placing wet, warm kisses along your collarbones. You were definitely glad that you’d worn a pretty little dress tonight, which made it easy for him to push the straps off your shoulder. You reached up and carded a hand through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp as you tried to hold him as close as possible.

“Stevie,” his name was a breathy whisper from your lips that made his brain go haywire, “please.”

You could feel his lips pull into a smile as his deft hands moved to pull down the top of your dress. Judging from the moan that left his lips at the sight of your bare chest, you were glad you had decided to forgo a bra. He pulled back to kiss your lips, hands gently grabbing the soft flesh of your breasts as he massaged them. You loved how strong and large his hands were; they made you feel so small and delicate.

You rocked your hips against his, needing to feel some sort of friction between the two of you, the ache between your legs growing greater with each passing second. You knew the soft cotton of your panties was soaked, and the only thing separating you from his rock hard cock besides his jeans. The rough fabric provided a little bit of much needed friction, but you wanted him. Craved and needed him to be inside of you.

Steve dipped his head and kissed along the top of your breasts before taking your nipple in his mouth, teasing and the sensitive nub as he used his hand on the other. You’d been with others before, but no one had touched you like this before, made you feel so alive and electric. You already felt the warmth blossoming in your core and radiating throughout your body. It was like he was already so tuned in with your body, your wants and needs.

“Steve, fuck, just like that,” he’d switched his attention to the other breast and his free hand drifted down between your legs, rubbing your soft mound and getting just close enough to where you needed him that you wantonly moaned.

“Good girl,” he kissed the underside of your jaw and chin before taking your jaw in his hand and turned his face to yours. His pretty eyes were almost black with lust, and you were positive yours mirrored his, “I want you, so bad, but I’m not gonna have our first time on the couch. Bedroom - now.”

He was up, taking you with him as you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. The two of you giggled like fools as he slowly made his way to his bedroom, stopping every few seconds to press his lips against yours, kissing you dizzy. You couldn’t even remember the last time sex - even just foreplay - had left this good or fun with anyone. Steve Harrington really was a special man.

When he finally made it into his room, he set you down on the bed gently, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever touched. Meanwhile you took in his bedroom, admiring the clean simplicity of it, but that fact that it felt very Steve to you. His bedding was soft, and you were almost sorry about ruining it all in short order.

“Hey,” he kneeled down before you, tenderly brushing a lock of hair out of your face, “you sure? We can stop-”

“I want you,” you reassured him, “please.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned as you reached for the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. He eagerly obliged, quickly undoing all the buttons of his dress shirt before tossing it to the side and holy fuck. He was gorgeous; his was toned but not overly so, chest hair that made you clench your legs, freckles dotted all over his tone skin, along with the patch of hair disappearing under the hem of his jeans. He smirked when he caught the way you were so obviously staring at him, “you alright, honey?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” you blurted it out before you could think too much about, “like total package, dream man status perfect.”

“Flatterer,” there was a teasing lilt in his voice, but you still saw the flush of pink rise up in his cheeks. You jokingly made grabby hands at his jeans and he laughed when he realized what you were doing. He hastily undid the button and zipper, pulling the offending articles down his jeans before kicking them away. Which felt him in only his black boxers, his hard on painfully evident, “you’re wearing too much.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow but reached for the hem of your dress before tossing into the pile with the rest of his abandoned clothes. You were left in only your plain cotton underwear and you almost wished you’d worn something sexier, but Steve didn’t seem to mind; he looked ready to devour you, “better?”

“Better,” he agreed as he leaned down to kiss your lips softly, “can I taste you?”

“O-oh,” your entire face flushed with warmth as you stammered nervously. You’d never had a partner that had asked - let alone wanted to - go down on you. The last time had been so awkward, neither of you into that you’d learned to push that desire to the back of your mind, “you don’t have to, Steve. Really, it’s okay-”

“I want to,” he insisted softly, brushing his nose against yours. You looked into his eyes and saw that he wasn’t lying, “I want to make you feel good, angel. Please?”

“Yeah,” you managed to squeak, enamored by the beautiful and wonderful man in front of you, “okay.”

“Have you never…” he sensed your hesitation, and gently touched your face.

“Once,” you confessed quietly, “and he umm, didn’t really want to. Said he had to since I gave him a blowjob. It wasn’t good.”

“Oh honey,” he cooed softly, easily shifting you back on the bed so you landed on his big, soft pillows, “that’s terrible; I’m sorry that happened. But I promise you, you never have to feel obligated to do anything, and I always want to make you feel good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” your eyes were wide as you looked at him and realized that you’d really met the perfect man. Perfect not in the sense that he had no flaws, but perfect in the sense that he was honest and open, among other things, “please?”

“You don’t have to beg,” he kissed your lips and slowly worked his way down your body, along your neck, chest, and tummy, stopping at the waistband of your panties, “tonight anyway.”

“Fuck me,” you couldn’t help the fact that you were already shivering and writhing under him. His fingers skimmed along the top of your underwear before he slowly pulled them down, motioning for you to lift your hips so he could pull them off. They joined the rest of your clothes on the floor.

“I plan on it,” he grinned, placing loud, wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, “you are so pretty, in every which way.”

“‘s are you,” you managed to get out before he kissed the top of your mound. You bit your lip as he gently spread your legs apart before making an appreciative sound at the glistening wetness of your arousal. He dove right in, needy and hungry but still gentle and reverent in his actions.

He licked along your wet folds, giving your sensitive bundle of nerves plenty of attention. You were sure you’d died and gone to heaven; the warmth and pressure was already building and Steve had used one of his large hands to hold your hips down. It was felt sinfully delicious as he lapped at your cunt.

“Yes,” you praised, running a hand through his hair and gently tugging at it. You could feel him hum against you, “right there, fuck.”

“Taste so good,” he groaned softly, “just like I knew you would, angel.”

“Steve,” a small whimper reached his ears as he lapped at your entrance. Before long he brought a hand and slowly teased your entrance with a single digit. He sucked on your like, as he pushed his finger in, to which you only responded with another moan, “you’re so good, holy fuck.”

“You’re so tight,” he hummed, “you ready for more? Think you take another finger?”

“More,” you nodded, biting your lip as you looked at the pretty boy between your legs, “I can take it.”

“Such a good girl,” he smiled, slowly adding another thing and crooking them just perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You could feel yourself get closer and closer to that sweet bliss, encouraging him and practically pressing him to you, “gonna cum, angel? I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

“Mhmm,” was the only coherent thing that you could manage to get out.

“Yeah?” you loved that he was such a talker, so verbal in communicating with you to make sure you were doing good, “cum on then, cum all over my fingers, sweet thing.”

That was the all the encouragement you needed before you closed your eyes as that blissful, familiar warmth spread and that coil in your lower belly snapped. Even the best thing with a partner or yourself, it had never felt this good before. You felt like you were in heaven as he worked you through your orgasm, lapping up every little bit that you offered him, only stopping once you were thoroughly fucked out and breathing heavily.

“Steve,” there was a soft, happy little smile on his face as you pulled him towards you, already chasing his lips with yours. He eagerly obliged as he kissed you back, just as needy, “that was amazing - you’re amazing.”

“Good,” he brushed your roguish locks out of your face, “just want my girl to feel good.”

“I know what you can do,” you whispered, anticipation all over your face, “fuck me?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, reaching into his nightstand's drawer, but you put your hand on his wrist and stopped him, “angel?”

“I…I’m on the pill,” you told him softly, “and I trust you - I think if there’s anyone I could trust it would be you.”

“You’re gonna kill me, honey,” he dipped his head as he groaned, placing sloppy kisses to your shoulder, “are you sure?”

“‘m sure,” you promised, “just wanna feel you.”

He took a moment to compose himself, feeling like he was going to combust any moment. Dream girl, dream everything, and he got to fuck you raw? Steve Harrington was a lucky man. Now he would just have to make sure the idea of knocking you up didn’t become all consuming. Yeah - Steve already knew you were it for him.

Once he collected himself, he sat back on his heels and quickly pulled his boxers and tossed the final article of clothing into the pile. Your eyes grew wide as you took him in; he was well endowed and that was putting it lightly. The tip of his hard cock was already red and leaking and you subconsciously spread your legs open further. He stroked himself a few times, throwing his head back in a low groan.

“Like what you see?” he teased with a wink as you bit the inside of your cheek with a coquettish little nod.

“You’re so big,” you couldn’t help yourself and the way he practically glowed at your little compliment made you glad you did.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised softly, “tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop or whatever.”

“I will,” you agreed, lifting up a leg to pull him closer into you, “Stevie.”

He ran the head of his member through your wetness, both of you moaning at the feeling. After a bit of anticipation, he slowly pushed in and the way he stretched out was painful for just a few moments before it turned into nothing but pleasure. He gave your body time to adjust to him, moving slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you and so he wouldn’t completely blow his load within two seconds.

He stopped when he was fully sheathed inside of you, looking down at you to make sure you were okay. You reached up and brought him down to your lips, kissing him in a saccharinely slow manner. Everything about this felt so utterly perfect.

“Feel so good,” you reassured him, running your hands down his toned back, scratching lightly at his skin, “can you please move, Stevie?”

“Mhmm,” he moved his hips and slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. He felt so wickedly good that any coherent thoughts were slowly leaving your mind. He continued to kiss you, taking his time with you, in no rush for either of you to finish. The coarse curls at the base of his cock brushed against your clit, and combined with his fingers, had you already hurtling towards your next orgasm.

You closed your eyes, attempted to bury your face in the pillow at the feeling. You heard him laugh softly as he turned your face towards him so you were looking right back at him, “don’t look away, honey. Wanna see you when you come apart on my cock.”

“m not gonna last long,” you breathed out, taking all the lazy, slow kisses he offered you.

“Me neither,” he smiled against your lips, already feeling your cunt clenching around him, “gonna fill you up, huh? You want that?”

“Please,” you smiled against his lips, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You wanted him to have a reminder of you too, “you gonna cum for me too, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy. You’d already hit his praise kink and he was almost too overwhelmed by all of it. He gave you a few more lazy rolls of his hips, touching your clit as you clenched around him. His kisses swallowed up your moans and it wasn’t long before his thrusts stuttered and he spilled inside of you, your name dripping from his lips like a prayer as he kept going until both of you were thoroughly spent.

He looked down at you, a big grin on his face that matched your own. You touched his face, tracing over his delicate features before both of you ended up giggling at each other, “hi.”

“Hi,” you repeated, making a small sound of surprise as he slowly pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, taking you with him, so you were lying on his chest, “Steve!”

“Yes, angel?” you shook your head in amusement before lying your head on his chest, “you’re incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you insisted. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, looking at each other softly. Everything was so easy with him…you really liked that - and him. You knew, probably from that first date, that Steve was the one for you. You’d always wondered what that would feel like - meeting the one you thought was your soulmate and or the person you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Now you knew; effortless, easy, and perfect. You mapped out his freckles with the tips of your fingers, “I really like you, Steve.”

“I really like you too,” he took your and brought it his lips, placing reverent kisses to your knuckles, “stay?”

“For tonight?” you joked, knowing exactly what he was referring to, “didn’t expect a one night stand?”

“Absolutely not,” he laced his fingers through yours with a fond little tut, “stay forever?”

“A little early to be asking that, isn’t it?” as if your heart wasn’t fluttering wildly, “what if you get tired of me after a few more dates?”

“Impossible,” he insisted, “whaddaya think?”

“Yes,” you promised softly, finding those honey caramel eyes watching you ardently, “yes.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x you #st #nurse!steve

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novasintheroom · 5 months

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hiii ✧⁠*⁠。

could i request a scenario w wolfwood (trimax coding if possible) and reader in an established relationship, using kiss prompt 13 from dialogue list 1? thank u heehee 🩷

Absolutely! I'm not familiar w/ trimax really, so I hope this still came out alright!

Lipstick Kisses

♡ Pairing - Wolfwood x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - slight make-out session

♡ Description: Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

The floorboards beat with the strumming of guitars and drums. People stamp their feet, dancing with each other and their drinks. It’s bright in the bar. Lively. The whole town is celebrating another close call from bandits. It was a hard-won victory, thanks to Vash the Stampede and his friends.

The Stampede himself is at the bar, tie magically around his head and babbling happily. Meryl and Millie watch from a nearby table, murmuring to themselves and enjoying their own drinks. They don’t wonder too much about where their other two friends are. You’re usually around somewhere, just out of sight.

Of course, you and Nico had secreted yourselves nearby, in one of the bar’s small hallways. The perfect place for a little lovin’.

“You’re gonna get lipstick all over me,” Nico grumps, but still stretches to let your lips find another spot on his skin.

You hum, leaning back to admire your work. A patchwork of lips decorates his neck, his jaw. “Not all over you,” you tease. You rub at a lip mark, dark red-turned-purple smearing in the dim lighting. “Just the parts I can see.”

“Well if you want to get it all over me, we could find a room and – oof.” Your hit doesn’t actually wind him, but he takes the hint. He smiles at your glare.

You smile back after a moment. “You’re awful.”

He pulls you close again and leans down for a kiss. Your lips meld together, sweet and endearing. It’s hard to have moments like this alone nowadays. Too many eyes, too many whispers. But tonight is a celebration of another close call. It’s time to indulge.

Your lips wander again. You feel his Adam’s Apple bounce with his swallow, his stubble grazing your cheeks as you reach for his ear. It’s easy to kiss him. Easy to love him. You press another red kiss to his earlobe and whisper. You aren’t even sure what, but it brings goosebumps to his skin. He tries to do the same to you – bending down to press a kiss to the groove of your neck. It tickles, and you laugh. Nico lets out his own breathy laugh, cut off to a low groan when you kiss his throat again.

“Princessa…” he warns, but you keep kissing. You want to mark him up, see nothing but your lip stains on his skin. Not a patch of natural color in sight. But Nico knows where this could lead, and he isn’t about to let you go so far. So he grabs your chin and hefts your lips to his again, pressing once, twice, three times before melding perfectly again to a sweet, long kiss.

You’re breathless when he pulls back. He isn’t much better. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose. “What you do to me…”

You giggle and press your nose to his.

A waitress suddenly opens the door and moves through the hall. She only glances at you two, eyes sliding over you like water before she’s gone again, into the backroom. She must be used to scenes like yours.

You, however, are not, and your face is flushed at being caught. You bury your face in his chest and shake your head. You want to leave now. Go back to the party. “That’s so embarrassing…”

Your man snickers and says, “Hey,” softly. You look up at him, pouting, but unable to hold it when you see again just how many lipstick marks you’ve left over his face. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he says. Nico laughs and pats your cheek. “S’a good color on you.”

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. “Not as good as the lipstick color on you,” you shoot back. You’re pleased to see the red rise to his cheeks.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls out a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and gives it to you. “Help me clean up, will you?” He mutters something about getting back to the party, anyway. The moment is gone, and it’s time to move forward.

You take your time wiping the makeup off. Each one needs a bit of good scrubbing. You’ll have to get this lipstick brand again – it really stays on well. Nico is patient, letting you wipe and re-wipe several areas, dampening the handkerchief with your spit to help the stubborn ones. He watches you stick your tongue out, concentrating on every little bit. It’s hard to not kiss you when you look like that. When you’re finally satisfied with your work, you step back and give him a once over. “Okay…I think you’re clean.”

He reaches out and wipes away a smear of lipstick on the side of your mouth. He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Thanks, doll.”

The bar is bright when you come out of the doorway. People nod at you two, some giving winks and knowing smirks. You squeeze Nico’s hand before flitting away to the bar to get you two the drinks you want. He watches for a moment before finding his way to Millie and Meryl nearby.

“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” Meryl quips.

Nico pauses for a split second before lowering himself in a seat. “What do you mean? We just went for a little walk.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Millie is staring at a spot on Nico’s neck. “Gosh, Mister Wolfwood, if you went for a walk, it must have been a very loving one, what with that lipstick on you!”

Nico feels a blush creep up his neck. He slaps a hand where he sees Millie’s eyes and rubs. Red lipstick smears onto his fingers. You’d missed one on purpose. He looks at you at the bar. You turn away with a quick smile. Caught red-handed.

Meryl and Millie laugh at his plight while he grumbles about you being blind. Still, his heart hammers at how blatantly you made your mark for everyone to see.

Oh, he’d get you for this later.

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #ww x reader #writing #self insert #reader insert #nova writes #nova answers

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quickiesgirl · 1 year

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can you make a sub!peter maximoff x fem reader and she edges and teases him? IF YOU MAKE IT ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER

Hi babes, I hope you like it! I added some cock rings to the mix since I thought it fit the whole edging aspect. <3

Reckless Behavior - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Mommy Kink, Orgasm Control, Edging, Teasing, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Cock Rings

“M-mommy, please wake up, please,” Peter whined softly, wrapping his arm around your waist as he gently shook you awake.

You sleepily groaned into the blanket and rubbed your eyes open, soon noticing his erection between your ass cheeks and the sticky mess of pre-cum trailing down your inner thigh. “Mhm, what's wrong?”

“I c-can’t sleep - I’m so fucking hard for you.”

You could hear in his small, trembling voice just how desperate your baby boy was for your touch.

“Well, maybe if you hadn't been so naive today, I wouldn’t be punishing you for it…”

You and Peter had gotten into an argument after the mission because of his reckless behavior and how easily he could have gotten hurt.

Like all arguments between Peter and you, you ended up in his lap having an intense make-out session. But, this time, punishing him by leaving him all aroused and lustful before going to bed.

“I’m sorry, m-mommy. I promise I’ll never do it again. I'll be a g-good boy for you!” Peter spoke in a hushed, submissive-sounding tone as he pulled down the collar of your shirt and gently kissed your shoulders, subtly grinding his hips into your ass for relief.

You bit your lip and glared into the dark basement, unable to keep a smile from spreading across your lips as you listened to his cute, breathy grunts from behind you.

You raised and elbowed his chest, laying him back against the mattress as you straddled his soft, plushy upper thighs.

Those dark brown eyes broadened from below, loving the way his long, baggy shirt hung down your body, covering his dick that was pressed against your bushy pubes.

You leaned over the side of his bed and reached underneath, pulling out a wooden box filled with sex toys. Peter’s adam's apple bobbed in his throat, wondering what toy you were going to use on him tonight.

Maybe a blindfold? A pair of vibrating panties? Or a buttplug? The possibilities were endless.

Your eyes scanned all the goodies, gliding your fingers across all the choices before stopping over one. A pretty pink cock ring.

His breath grew heavy, and his hips squirmed as you grabbed a handful of his member and lowered this torturous device around his cock and balls.

“Mommy-” He was quickly cut off with a low, strained grunt, adjusting to this new sensation, “P-please-”

“Don't worry, baby! I’ll stroke that pretty cock soon… But for now, we're gonna put that mouth to good use…”

Next thing he knew, your thighs were around his head while your boyfriend practically devoured you with his tongue. His big, pretty eyes watched as you practically melted over how good his mouth was fucking your cunt.

His brows were furrowed together with focus, face bright red, and nose buried in your bush, enjoying every minute of your pussy, how easily the tip of his tongue parted your folds, how he could make your thighs quiver while tracing your sensitive clitoris, and the way you moaned when he dipped his tongue inside your sweet, tasting cunt.

Peter’s painfully hard erection twitched with lust, skin-tight, balls full and heavy, hurting for relief as the cock ring made all the blood rush through his protruding veins.

“That's it, that's my good boy!” You praised, tangling your fingers into his soft, silver hair and grinding yourself deeper into his mouth, “Show m-mommy how sorry you are.”

His large, masculine hands gripped your thighs, holding you tightly and flicking his tongue back and forth against your clitoris at the speed of sound.

Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth dropped open, moaning as an orgasmic rush of pleasure flowed through your body. Thighs tightening around his head, releasing your juices across his tongue.

Peter's hips vibrated as he moaned against your fluttering core, licking you up before you caught your breath and slowly raised your hips.

You gazed down at your pretty boy, who had your arousal across his lips. “Good boy…”

“You want mommy’s mouth around your cock now?” You asked, watching him nod instantly.

You eagerly crawled between his thighs and smiled, staring down at his beautiful cock.

The bright pink cock ring wrapped around him, veins pumping along his length, his glistening purple head leaking pre-cum that trickled out onto the mattress beneath him.

You spat in the palm of your hand and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking your hand up and down, thumb stroking his mushroom-shaped tip while your other hand cupped his tight, heavy balls.

You could feel Peter's veins pumping against you, balls contracting, aching for release.

You teasingly kissed the head of his dick, listening to a needy moan escape his lips, making you giggle and give another before parting your lips around his cock, engulfing him in warm, wet pleasure that was enough to throw him over the edge.

Your lashes fluttered up at him, watching the way he tossed his head back against the pillows and moaned loudly like his family wasn’t upstairs asleep.

The bed sheets bunched in his large hands, fabric slipping through his fingers, and his thighs that quivered beside you. He was only able to follow the way your wet, silky mouth moved down, taking every inch of his length down your throat.

His cock gave a light rumbling vibration against your hollowing cheeks. This uncontrollable sign of his, always told you when he was about to cum, unfortunately for him, you weren't gonna let this happen.

A loud pop rang through the basement as your mouth quickly detached from him before taking a hand from his thigh, slapping his dick, and squeezing his jewels roughly.

His bottom lip quivered and whimpered, gazing down at you, dazed and confused.

“If you wanna cum, you have to beg for it.”

“P-please, mommy, please, let me cum?”

Peter begged his heart out, making you adoringly smile at your subby boy above you.

“Alright, pretty boy…” you hummed, wrapping your lip around his twitching length and moving down till your nose was buried in his silver pubes, hands teasingly sliding up his midriff.

“Mhmm fuck!”

You began rocking your head up and down while you gazed up at him, admiring the sight of your boyfriend losing composer, letting out little pants and moans as he painted your tongue with his sweet, bitter cum that you happily swallowed down.

His cock ring forced out every last drop, giving him an intense, toe-curling orgasm that left him in complete euphoria.

Peter’s tense muscles slowly relaxed beneath you as you stroked his thighs calmly and wiped the tip of his cock clean.

Your eyes followed up his sweaty body before locking into his gaze, watching dimples form in his cheeks as he gave a weak smile, “thankyoumommy.”

His rubber cock ring loosened from his dick and balls as you took it off, causing him to let out a dramatic sigh of relief that made you giggle.

You tossed it on the bedside table and crawled up the mattress, slipping back under the cozy green sheets next to him.

Your boyfriend's arms sluggishly wrapped around your waist and snuggled close into your side, humming innocently against your breasts, “mh, I love you so-so much.”

“I love you more, Quicksilver.”

You gave a comforting kiss to his forehead and combed your fingers through his hair as the two of you eventually dozed off in each other's arms.

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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Birthday Girl (3) - Hughes!Reader x Trevor Zegras

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, teasing, embarrassment, etc.

Words: 2569 (nice)

Summary: Your birthday celebration is under threat by the impending doom that is Trevor Zegras's presence.

A/N: I’m sorry this part took so long but considering that it’s double the length of the other parts I think it’s a lil justified. maybe.

“What the fuck?”

“SHHHH!” I urge Chelsea to be quiet after telling her everything that happened in the kitchen with Trevor a minute ago.

“Sorry, sorry. And you think he was hitting on you?” She whisper-yells with the utmost urgency.

“I know he was, a million percent. He was biting the apple all mysteriously and giving me just these piercing eyes and then he leaned in really close and- he actually smelled really good…” When I trail off into the thought of how it felt to have Trevor that close to me, I nearly miss the mischievous look Chelsea is giving me. She’s biting back a smile, her head tilted provocatively.

“What! What? What?”

“And are we feeling… positive? About this interaction?”

I pause. She’s staring at me with a suggestive expression but I’m not sure how to interpret this look. What is she trying to say?

“...Yeah. I think so? Why do you ask?” Has she known the whole time?

“Because we know you like him.”

“I’m sorry, ‘we’?” It’s my turn to whisper-yell as Chelsea reveals this troubling information to me. She nods slowly, pulling out her phone from her back pocket.

“Leia and I have been talking about it for a while now but we were wondering when you were gonna notice.” When she hands it to me, her phone is open on an instagram DM conversation between just her and Leia about how Trevor and I were acting in the car.

He’s totally flirting with her

OMG he asked if she would wear his jersey 💀

And you’re sure it wasn’t legit teasing?

No bc why was he looking at her like he wanted to ravage her right there

Wasn’t Jack IN the car?

AND luke

Jesus

“Okay, I get it, but I don’t wanna like him!” I whine and rub my eyes in frustration while handing Chelsea her phone.

“Which I’m guessing is why you pretended to hate him for so long, but you know it’s okay if you do like him after all.” She gives me a reassuring smile and grabs my hand to hold in her own. Gently, Chelsea squeezes my hand, a physical way for her to ask, ‘what’s the verdict?’.

“...He’s really cute. I don’t want to like him but I’m completely head over heels. If he asked to respectfully shove his tongue down my throat I think I’d say yes,” I confess, slightly defeated but also giddy with excitement. I guess this means I can tell them everything I’ve dreamt up about Trevor for as long as I can remember. “I was just afraid to tell you and Leia because I thought about how Jack would react or what his friends would say and-” Chelsea cuts off my rambling,

“But we’re not Jack.”

“Who’s not Jack?” Chelsea and I jump at the sound of Luke’s voice after he swings open my door abruptly.

“Jesus christ Luke you scared the shit out of me! What do you want?”

“Who’s not Jack?” He parrots in the hope that, by ignoring my question, his will be answered.

“Leia and I aren’t Jack,” Chelsea answers gracefully with no extra information to keep my thing for Trevor as concealed as possible. My feelings for him grow exponentially with time. I don’t think Luke can fully blame me, I mean… has he seen Trevor?

“Well, the game is over and mom told me to tell you so you two could have the tv room.”

“Yes, finally!” I declare and begin gathering my things, as does Chelsea. Pillow, blanket, drink, snack, phone, a hoodie to put on, and we’re all good.

“Thank you, Moose,” I blow sarcastic kisses at Luke when I walk by to which he pantomimes swatting them onto the floor. Ever the affectionate one, Luke sticks his tongue out at me before turning to Chelsea to smile softly.

“I saw that!” I yell over my shoulder as I begin towards the downstairs den. I hear Chelsea’s familiar, contagious laugh follow as she leaves my room. When I look back I see her gently circumvent Luke’s figure in the doorway ignoring his attempt to flirt with her. It’s a running joke that Luke has had a thing for Chelsea since his freshman year, but in reality he’s never been interested in any of my friends.

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After finishing a few episodes of Our Flag Means Death, Chelsea and I are trying to find ways to combat boredom when suddenly the doorbell rings.

“Leia!” We screech as we run to the door to let in our missing trio member. Throwing the door wide open we greet her with a big hug.

“You two are acting like I came back from the war.”

“I was so worried about you falling ill in the trenches, my love,” Chelsea says in an exaggerated transatlantic accent, placing the back of her hand against her forehead in distress.

“Glad you have all your limbs, now come on, I want to start the movie already!” I urge her to hurry up in taking off her shoes before the three of us go skipping to the tv room.

“She did it!” Chelsea says to Leia in a hushed tone. The random comment catches both of us off guard and I only realize what exactly she’s saying when it’s too late to stop her. “Y/n caved and then confessed to liking him.”

“And I missed it?!” Leia yells, quickly looking between me and Chelsea.

“Yeah, but now we’re trying to find a way for them to link without Jack knowing.”

“We are not doing that at all. What are you talking about?” I interject in surprise.

“I am at least,” Chelsea says. The three of us laugh before resuming our path to the den. We’re invested in the story Leia is telling about the one “bitchass coworker” who thinks she’s Leia’s superior because “she’s that kind of boomer”. When we get to the tv room we stop abruptly to see Jack, Trevor, and Luke sprawled out on the couch amidst all the stuff Chelsea and I left behind.

“Can we help you?” I ask suspiciously upon seeing them on the couch, a lot comfier than I’d prefer.

“No, we’re fine,” Trevor says slyly before returning his attention to the show they had put on in the two minutes Chelsea and I stepped out. I narrow my eyes at him and defensively cross my arms. He just smirks and accepts the challenge.

“Okay, well, we’re going to watch a movie so if you could just leave.”

“Mom said you have to share the tv room,” Luke states plainly. I bite my lip as I rack my brain to try and come up with a rebuttal that would get them to leave. I come up with nothing and exhale a heavy sigh before surrendering,

“Fine, but I want my spot.” I approach the couch and then stand right in front of Trevor, waiting for him to move out of the way so I can sit. He stares at me, arrogantly smiling before looking me up and down with only his eyes. The nerve of this boy.

“You’re the worst. Can I please sit in my spot?” I ask as politely as I can manage with him right now.

“As you wish, Hughesy.” He obliges. The look he’s giving me is troublesome but I decide not to engage with it since that would best preserve my peace of mind. Trevor scooches to the left, allowing me to sit in the right corner, and in doing so, Jack half-nudges and half-shoves Luke onto the floor where Leia and Chelsea are settling in.

“What are we watching, ladies?” Trevor asks, charming as ever. I’d gag if I wasn’t secretly hoping he was flirting with me.

“Knives Out,” Leia answers matter-of-factly.

“Again?”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” I ask, confused by the nature of Trevor’s response. He shrugs slightly before answering, looking between me and my friends as he talks.

“I just mean you guys were watching it last time I was over. And the time before that, actually.” He says it so nonchalantly but I’m left staring at him, my lips parted a tiny bit out of shock. When I look at Leia and Chelsea, Leia merely shrugs off the remark as she gets up to put the movie in the DVD player, but Chelsea catches my eye. When she does, I can tell she’s thinking the exact same thing I am.

Trevor noticed me- I mean us enough clock what we were watching every time he’s come over.

I lean back into the cushion of the couch to try and relax since I’m visibly tense due to the sudden realization. Has he really been paying attention to me this whole time? How did I not notice? Or did I notice but just chalked it up to him hating me as well? Do people even pay this much attention to people they hate?

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The credits roll after the iconic final shot of the movie and the room errupts in chatter after the long silence.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Trevor announces as he rises from his place on the couch.

“Could you go make some popcorn?” Chelsea asks, her voice innocent and sweet.

“But the movie’s over…?”

“And I want more popcorn.” Her tone is unassuming but I know exactly what she’s doing. As I stand up, Leia asks Luke and Jack a slew of random hockey questions that I know she knows the answers to. She’s likely just talking to my brothers to keep them engaged and get their attention away from the fact that Trevor and I are about to be the only ones out of the room.

God, I have such good friends.

Climbing the stairs at a decent speed, I slow down at the top to turn my head slightly, listening in on whether Jack and Luke are falling for the ploy. When I reach the top stair I turn my attention back to the direction I’m heading. I scamper over to the kitchen, gasping out of fear when I see Trevor posted against the countertop, waiting in the kitchen instead of using the restroom as he had declared. He hushes me gently before pressing off the counter and making his way over to me. My heart is beating 100 miles an hour but whether that’s from the fright or the fact that Trevor is approaching me right now, I’m not sure.

“I was hoping you’d come up but I didn’t know if you’d gotten the hint or not.”

“Gotten the hint?”

“What?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You know, like, gotten the hint as in you’d know to come up here-”

“No, Trevor, I know that. I mean why are you ‘giving hints’?” He doesn’t respond immediately, and instead, smiles goofily at me.

“Say it again.”

“...Why are you giving hints?” I say with the inflection that indicates I don’t know why he wants me to repeat myself.

“No, not the question.”

“Huh?”

“I like the way you say my name. Say it again?”

“Trevor.” He just smiles. “Trevor,” I say again sternly, breaking the bliss he was clearly experiencing in that moment.

“What’s up?”

“Why were you hoping I would get the idea to follow you?” I pensively scan his expression. He looks down to the ground, seemingly collecting himself for a moment. After a second he looks back up and says,

“I overheard you and Chelsea earlier.” Fuck.

“Which part?” My hands are undoubtedly shaking right now and I’m not even sure if I want the answer.

“I only heard a few words here and there but I did hear you confess.”

“Confess what exactly?”

“That you think I’m really cute-”

“Oh my go-”

“And that you’ve only been pretending to hate me all this time.” Trevor cuts me off before taking a step toward me. The fact that he’s standing so close to me makes my brain fog up and suddenly I’m not having any thoughts other than incoherent screams. In classic Trevor fashion, he moves with an unjustified amount of confidence as he places his hands on both of my hips to pull my body flush against his. My breathing shallows once again and I’m left with nothing but the scent of his gorgeous cologne and the warmth of his hands on my sides.

This is a joke, this is a joke, this is a joke. There is absolutely no way this is actually happening. In a second, he’s just going to pull away and Jack will be standing in the doorway, recording the whole thing, ready to make fun of me by holding this footage over my head for as long as I live.

Afraid my anxieties might actually be correct, I glance over to the doorway where I’m met with the sight of emptiness, no friends or brothers around to bother us. Which means that right here, and right now, it’s just me and Trevor.

This is actually happening.

“I take it you’ve been pretending to hate me, too?” I ask all of a sudden, unsure of where my voice came from or if it will be back for long.

“I’ve just been playing along with your game because you’ve been so hellbent on making sure I knew you didn’t like me. I never hated you, for real or pretend. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re really cute too.”

“Really?”

“Really?” He mocks my voice in a higher pitch and I playfully smack his chest. Trevor’s eyes never leave mine as he grabs the offending hand to hold for just a moment before he places it back on his toned chest. I seize the opportunity to grasp a bunch of his heather-grey t-shirt in my hand before lifting up onto my toes to kiss him once and for all. Trevor easily gives into the kiss, his lips are as soft and welcoming as I’d dreamt of. In the kiss, he slides his hands from their place on my hips to caress my lower back and my stomach erupts in butterflies at his warm touch. Pulling away from the kiss we stare at each other with a soft look that is both infatuated and forgiving for all the disconnect we’ve shared up until this point.

“What? Was I not the most amazing kiss you’ve ever had?” He asks arrogantly incredulous.

“See, this? This is why it was so easy for me to pretend to hate you for as long as I did.”

“Oh it was easy huh?” he asks with challenge in his voice but pure elation in his eyes.

“Yeah actually it was,” I sass back.

“Okay, sure. What was it you were saying earlier? Did you- you wanted me to shove my tongue down your throat?”

“Respectfully!” I clarify to try and deflate his point.

“Right right right. Well how about you let me buy you dinner first, yeah?”

“Works for me.” As I finish carrying the bit, Trevor and I share a contented, love-struck look of happiness. Just as our conversation enters a lull, my phone starts buzzing in my back pocket. I take it out to silence it and stop the alarm from continuing to ring.

“It’s midnight.”

“Happy birthday, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Trevor.”

“So Saturday. Pick you up at 7?”

“I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date, Hughes.”

***

A/n: I really hope y’all enjoyed following along with this series with me I know I had a lot of fun writing it. Stay tuned for potential part 4 where Y/n and Z have to navigate what it’s like to date amidst the friendship of the three Hughes brothers.

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Here's part 2 of fubu! Jake, please enjoy

Sub Jake, Dom reader, Mommy kink, bathroom sex, degrading Jake, idk what else are the tags

Jake was in disarray; all of a sudden the perfect person appeared in front of his eyes all ready for the taking, someone who he'd happily set aside his player tendencies from. And as quick as you appeared in his life, you left just as fast. Days of messaging you on bumble, insta and telegram, all being left at seen, then all just being delivered. He knows you haven't blocked him and yet you choose to ignore his relentless messages.

It was all going so smooth, you guys were seeing each other for casual sex and the moments after when he hung out in your apartment made him think that there was a connection more than sex. Those longing looks, those shared blankets, those intimate touches by your kitchen counter, those stupid moments before you kicked him out.

Did they mean nothing to you?

----

A week passed and Jake started to finally entertain the thought that maybe you weren't gonna come back to him. So he finally said yes when his friends Chan's invitation to go clubbing.

"dude, she's ghosted you for a week already. she's not gonna just appe---- wait isn't that her?"

Chan was almost worried Jake broke his neck just to check if you were really there. And low and behold, you were. Just as beautiful as the day you left...a week ago or so.

A black and red halter dress, hair and makeup all done, everything was perfect about your look for the night. It's like it was ripped right out of Jake's wettest dreams. The thing that pulled him out of his fantasies however was that you were dancing with some random tall and masculine looking chick.

He felt defeated, then he remembered "who gives a fuck, I'll just act drunk"

And so before Chan can stop his younger friend, Jake went waddling over to try and steal you from the chick that could most likely beat him up.

"mind if I steal you for a moment sweetheart?"

"and if I say no?"

"please mommy, I miss you so much"

"sit"

And Jake was sat right on the closed toilet while staring at your towering pressence. Awaiting patiently for whatever you'd give him, your attention was enough as is.

"what gave you the idea that you could grind your pathetic little dick on my ass when mommy was busy?" you were leaning on the wall in front of the toilet and slowly traced the tip of your red bottom heels on Jake's legs. Slowly ridding it up until it was pressed up on his visible hard on and slowly adding pressure while simultaneously giving Jake a wonderful view of you wearing his favorites pair of panties. It was a sight worth dying for.

All he could do was whimper at the sight and your actions almost making him finish. He hadn't touched himself since you left. "answer me, slut."

"I-i'm sorry mommy--! I miss you so much. p-please come back to me. I-i'll b-be so good for you. Just use me. P-please come back! I-i---"

You cut him off by a kiss and swallowing his moans, sitting on his lap to get comfortable for your next actions.

"if you don't make a sound, I'll make you my only slut. ok?"

All he could do was desperately nod as you already started unzipping his pants and taking out his aching dick. Even the sight of you spitting on your hand as if there wasn't enough pre-cum coming out of him to help you out made him even more turned on.

You started you pace slowly and teasing his tip as you nibbled on his Adam's apple. Jake's plump lips was most definitely bleeding from how hard he was bitting down to quiet himself. "Did you bring your car baby?"

a nod was all you got as a reply and you continued to fasten you pace and then stopping. "Good, let's continue this there. But first, let me take care of my poor little slut"

You knew him so well, all you had to do was go back to teasing his tip and he was all over your hand and whimpering ever so quietly.

he was hard almost instantly again when he saw you taste him from your hand and kissed him to make him taste his own cum. "open and swallow for me baby."

"good boy, now let's say good bye to your friend and you can taste mommy in the car ok?"

"yes, mommy"

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #jake sim #jake smut #enhypen #enhypen jake smut

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nicolettemarionette · 9 months

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Business with Pleasure (PART 2)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader x Stewy Hosseini Description: Kendall takes up his old pal's offer to share his lover. (Part 1) Word count: 2.5K-ish Rating: SMUT (more under the cut)

Warnings: Cursing, smut, age-gap, exhibition, teasing, M/M/F threesome, oral (M and F receiving - Kendall Roy eats pussy like a champ), deepthroat PIV, protected sex

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I would say it's worth it! Enjoy ;)

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"Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Kendall tilts his head, looking past his friend to search your face for a moment, wondering if you're lust drunk or just fucking wasted. Then, he decides he doesn't really care. "Fuck it, yeah."

"Atta boy, sit down," Stewy claps his hands together, then scoffs at Kendall, who's chosen to sit about a foot away from you, hands glued to his suit pants. "You want anything...something to drink?"

The CEO hesitates, tempted, then shakes his head, "Uh no, I'm...I'm good."

"You sure? Cos you look a little tense." His voice is teasing, his hand moving to rest against your waist, "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

You hum in agreement, more than excited on how this is going to play out. Stewy's little smirk has your heart flipping, "Why don't you go...help Ken relax a bit?"

"Okay."

You crawl over to him, settling between his legs and looking up at him through your lashes. Your hands find their way to his thighs, a ditzy smile slipping onto your lips at the way his muscles tense under your touch.

Kendall falters, "You...you're going to uh..?"

Stewy answers him before you can, "She's gonna suck your dick. Do you need me to hold your hand, bro?"

"Uhh no, fuck off," Kendall brushes off the sarcasm, adam's apple bobbing as your fingers move towards his zipper.

Stewy laughs, holding his hands up, "Okay, just thought I'd offer."

Kendall's hips lift as you tug his briefs down, his cock bouncing against his taught skin. You maintain eye contact with him, wrapping your hand around his girth, stroking him slowly. He groans, head dropping back, spreading his thighs further apart to give you more room.

You press your tongue flat against the underside of his length and the moan that falls from his lips has you clenching around nothing. Who knew Kendall Roy was so sensitive?

With a confidence that's probably inspired by the amount of alcohol in your system, you take him deeper into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch at the sensation. Kendall groans, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he watches his length continue to disappear past your lips slowly, "Fuck, you're good at this."

His praise has you whimpering around him, sending vibrations through his cock. Your cheeks hallow as you speed up, taking him further each time until the head of his cock nudges the back of your throat.

The action has him clenching his fists, resisting the urge to buck his hips up and force you further down on his cock. Instead, he chokes out, "Oh...fuck, take it. Good fucking girl."

Again, your body heats at his words and Stewy smirks knowingly, palming himself at the way your thighs rub together incessantly. He decides to speak up again, "Pull her hair; she goes fucking crazy for it."

"Uh...really?" Kendall looks to his friend for confirmation, but the brunette merely offers a sly grin.

Taking that as his green light, Kendall's hand finds its way into your hair, tugging slightly then harder when you moan. He uses his grip to guide you back down, helping you move against him.

You keep one hand on his thigh, steadying yourself and use the other to play with his balls. Just as his hips begin to stutter, Stewy clears his throat, "Alright, let's not blow your load before you get to dessert."

Kendall's reluctant to release his hold in your hair, but does as he's told. You get to your feet shakily, accepting a hand for support. You're not expecting the CEO to cup your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. Still, you reciprocate it eagerly, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the taste of him mingling with saliva.

"Come here," you break away at Stewy's voice, turning to face your lover with a bashful smile, which he returns warmly. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms, a sight that always has you biting your lip. His hand slowly slides up the material of your dress, "You know, I hate this fucking dress."

Your brows furrow, voice a pitch higher, "I thought you liked it."

"I did," he starts, then pinches at the seam between his fingers, "but now...I hate it." In one swift movement, the fabric's torn, falling to the ground in a pool around your legs. You're left standing in only your panties, exposed nipples hardening under the attention.

The sound of ripping silk is loud but the two men still hear your gasp, Stewy letting out a laugh at your reaction while Kendall's at least nice enough to bite back his amusement. "Stewy!" You narrow your eyes at the former, "That was vintage Chanel."

There's not a hint of remorse as he cups your breasts, but as his thumbs brush against your nipples, your back arches and you can feel your resolve crumbling, something he notes. His voice is mocking as he turns to his friend, continuing his teasing touch, "You hear that, Kendall? That was Chanel!"

"Vintage Chanel," the taller man corrects, eyes crinkling playfully. He steps closer until you're sandwiched between them, then he nods assuredly, "Yeah, he'll buy you another one."

Stewy caresses your skin, "That's fucking right, I always do." He lifts your chin, kissing you sweetly and you melt into him, sighing contentedly. You'd come to appreciate the finer things in life; being pressed against two of the most powerful men in the city coupled with the promise of a shopping spree has you weak in the knees.

"You good, man?" Stewy quips, once he's broken from your lips.

Kendall's hands tentatively find your waist, thumbs tracing over the dips in the soft skin, "Yeah, fuck yeah. Just uh...enjoying the view."

"Like what you see?" He spins you so that you're facing Kendall, who's lowering his head to drink you in. Stewy moves your hair to your shoulder and licks a stripe up your neck, making you whine in need.

Kendall makes a noise of affirmation, then, "Fuck! Can...can I uh...?" His voice breaks, and fuck it drives you crazy - having someone with so much power sound so desperate for you. You're unsure of what he means to do, but one look over your shoulder at how Stewy's eyes darken has you shivering in anticipation.

"You wanna eat her out? Go ahead."

That's all it takes for him to drop to his knees before you, your eyes widening at the action. He presses hot kisses to your inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands trail your skin before meeting lace. Instead of pulling your panties down, he presses his lips to your stomach, then those brown eyes look up into yours, searching for your approval, "Is that...is that okay?"

"Yes," your voice is heavy, your breaths coming too fast. It's all so much and not enough; you run your fingers through his short hair to encourage him to carry on.

It seems to work as he pulls the flimsy lace down, lifting your legs gently to get them over your feet. But it seems he needs more, taking a deep breath that makes you shudder, "You want me to touch you?"

You nod fervently, groaning when you hear Stewy tut behind you, "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Want you, please Ken," you struggle to get the words out, hips already chasing his touch.

He rewards you by moving his hands around your hips until they rest on your ass, surely brushing against Stewy's bulge, directing rhetoric toward his pal, "How can I say no to that?"

But before you have a chance to ponder how close the pair really are, his tongue has you bucking your hips, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

Kendall's no slouch at eating pussy - he's always strived to be the best at everything he does and this is no different. He'd gotten plenty of practice, with girls in college throwing themselves at him with the mere mention of his legacy name. And who was he to deny them the pleasure of said name?

He spreads open your pussy lips with his fingers before moving his tongue to trace a wet 'K' over your clit. He licks the letter again, his pretty eyes watching your face as you writhe and contort with blinding pleasure. 'L' has you tugging at his dark hair, back arching against Stewy, who's supporting your frame with a comforting grip on your shoulders. His 'R' is quick and messy and he's practically lapping your pussy at this point, feeling more than cocky as you cry out, grip tightening on him.

"Oh fuck!"

Stewy places a chaste kiss to your skin, then mutters into your ear. "You like that?"

"Yes! So good," the shrieks are barely understandable and if Kendall's face wasn't buried between your thighs, he'd smirk.

The man behind you hums, "Better than me?"

Kendall seems to take this as a challenge, lips fastening over your clit, thick fingers slipping embarrassingly easily into your pussy and curling up towards your navel. His free hand settles on your lower stomach, pressing slightly so that you can feel the coil of pleasure tighten.

You all but scream, spasming around his fingers. The pleasure is searing and apparent, Kendall feels you shudder against his tongue, groaning. He slows his pace, softly licking through your orgasm until you push his head away, panting heavily.

He gets to his feet, face coated in your arousal, self-satisfied grin on his face, "You didn't uh, answer the question."

It takes a moment for you to process his words, and you stutter, "I-I-"

"She wants me to fuck her so bad she can't even talk," Kendall teases, shrugging to Stewy cheekily.

Stewy doesn't bat an eyelid, matching his smile with vigour, "Well then, better give her what she wants."

"You got a-"

He's thrown a condom before he can finish, Stewy having fished it out of his pocket while he was watching you get eaten out by his best friend. You clutch onto Stewy's arm, pulling him to kiss you. He reciprocates immediately, it's soft and completely not indicative of what's to come.

Stewy pushes you gently, and you stumble against the couch while he stands in front of you. You look up at him, eyes wide.

"You're a fucking mess, sweetheart," the words are harsh but uttered adoringly, his finger pushing past your swollen lips. You suck on it instinctively and he lets out a low groan, "And I love it. Now, do you want Ken to fuck you?"

You nod enthusiastically, not bothering to remove your lips to answer verbally, something he playfully rolls his eyes at, "Good. Then I want you to open up for me."

Stewy unbuckles his belt lazily and props one knee up on the couch across from you, his other boot firmly planted on the floor. You roll onto your stomach, crawling over to him, aware of Kendall's presence behind you. Bare skin presses against yours and you're aware that he must've discarded his shirt somewhere, your imagination running wild.

You fumble with Stewy's boxers for a second before freeing his cock. His fingers wind into your hair, stroking the soft strands appreciatively. You press your lips to the head of his cock, kitten licks teasing the head of it while Stewy hisses in a breath, "Don't be a fucking tease."

His hold in your hair tightens in response, groaning when you finally take him in your mouth. Unlike Ken, Stewy's eyes remain fixated on his favourite sight - you look so beautiful like this, eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips red and swollen. You always struggle to swallow down his cock and he smirks, bucking his hips up a bit, just to fuck with you. You gag slightly, saliva mixed with his precum drooling from your lips.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His voice is strained as he addresses Kendall, who mutters a 'no'.

One hand grips the flesh of your hips, the other guiding his cock as he drags it through your folds, collecting your wetness. You whine around Stewy's cock when Kendall's grazes your clit, his hold on your hair not letting you pull away. Then, he lines himself up, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuckkkk, is this okay?" Kendall asks, swallowing thickly at the sight of your pussy stretching to accommodate him.

You moan something around Stewy's dick in affirmation that's barely intelligible and Kendall can't help the soft laugh that falls from his lips. Though it quickly turns into a raspy groan when Stewy ruts into your mouth, sending you towards him, your hips almost flush with his, the head of his cock pressing almost painfully into your cervix. You spasm around him and he hisses, you're full, so fucking full.

You brace one of your hands on Stewy's thigh, the other one at the base of his cock, and relax your throat as he starts to fuck your mouth deeper, hitting the back of your throat each time. He realises Kendall's watching his cock push in and out of you with a dazed expression, like he's still in awe of the situation. Stewy's smirk returns in full force, "How is it?"

"Fuck! So fucking tight," is all he manages to bite out, now using his grip on your hips to thrust into you at a steady pace. You feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and grind harder into him, desperately.

"You like this?" Stewy pats your cheek lightly to get your attention and your eyes jerk up to meet his, tears falling now, "Sucking my dick while you're fucking my best friend?"

Fuck. His words are hot, teasing, and enough to push you over the edge, clenching around Kendall in a way that has his own hips stuttering, his fingers digging into your skin harshly.

Stewy lets out a low groan, body tensing, "Gonna come all over this pretty little face."

He pulls his cock from your lips, hand closing around it in place of your mouth. His hips jerk up and creamy ropes shoot from his cock, hot against your skin. The noise you make in response coupled with how your pussy is gripping Kendall like a fucking vice is enough to shatter the last of his self control and he pins you mercilessly to his hips as he comes.

When he finally removes himself, you all but collapse into Stewy's waiting arms, chest heaving. Your lover looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips when you open your eyes and look at him.

"You good?" he asks quietly, and you respond with a barely audible 'yeah'.

You smile up at him, eyes hooded and hair a mess, voice clearer this time when you conclude, "That was fun."

Stewie chuckles, winking at Kendall who's politely handing you bottled water, "Agreed, we'll have to do it again sometime."

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A/N: This took forever to write but I'm quite happy with the way it turned out, and I hope you are too. Again, any feedback is much appreciated. I've also tagged anybody who asked for a part 2 on this, hope that's okayyy

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@mystical-apollo, @foreverasleep717, @maraschinodreamo, @justlikehoneyxo, @jinxedthejinx, @jolie989

#succession #succession hbo #succession smut #kendall roy #roman roy #stewy hosseini #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy smut #kendall roy x reader #kendall succession #stewy succession #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini imagine #kendall x stewy #stewy hosseini x you #stewy hosseini smut #kendall roy x you

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mega-punani · 3 months

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Hello hello!! I really love your writing and your art sm!! <33 I gotta say I'm all in for the romantic feels asks but platonic dynamics have a special place in my heart so- got any headcanons for the pirate au boys with a little sister medic/healer crewmate? Like the passive sweetie in the background that makes sure everyone's okay and her worry about everyone rivals that of edge yk? Ty! ^w^

RAHHH THANK U!!! I TRY MY BEST EVERY DAY!

Worried Medic Younger Sibling Y/N!:

Sans: Oh great, yet another sibling to spend sleepless nights worrying about... All jokes, Sans loves them to bits, and he is so incredibly grateful that they would go out of their way to fret over him and take care of him. He had just grown so used to hiding his weaknesses, for Pap's sake. But now, he finally had someone who took care of him like he does everyone else. Even if he's gonna crack cringey puns along the way. He'll let out a low chuckle every time they tell him to shut it. Papyrus: He's so touched! As much as he hates to make them worry, a part of him always cries when Y/N rushes up to him with a concerned expression and a medkit. Although Sans practically raised him, he could never feel good actually pouring all his concerns out to his stressed older brother. But his wonderful, amazing, talented sibling is the beam of sunshine he never knew he needed. Blue: NOOOOO NOT ANOTHER EDGE! Blue is sprinting the moment they approach him with a medkit. He always hated the doctor, and you are telling him that his beloved younger sibling is one of those apple-repelled freaks? With great effort, running, screaming, and other crewmates' help, Y/N will be patching up Blue with an iron grip on his skull. He'll whine, but he really is glad that they are willing to put up with his goofs. He will give you a big hug when he's all better and then jump straight into the fray like they didn't just spend 2 hours getting him fixed up.

Stretch: Literally the definition of the annoying older brother. Will come into the medical bay just to knock something off of the table and then turn off the lights, leaving Y/N in the dark. He'll say jokes and puns until someone shoves gauze in his mouth and will not stop bothering you. He has his moments and is a great shoulder to lean on when times are rough. And it's not like the teasing is one-sided! Y/N had seen their fair share of romance poems and songs that Stretch swore he had stashed away. Too bad Cash will do about anything for 3G.

Red: Annoying older brother #2 except he's the type to air punch you and profusely apologize if he accidentally hits you. He rolls his eyelights every time they scold him, sprinkling a few "Who are you, Edge?" and "Big words for such a short guy." He will be relentless when it comes to goofing off. One moment he's your partner in crime, another moment, he is giving you a noogie for being in his business.

Edge: It's like a nagging cycle. Y/N will fret over Edge triggering him to start analyzing you, and then it's just Y/N's sweet concern and Edge's masked care repeated into infinity. Of course, he can't help but cherish the feeling of being so looked after. Even if he feels like it is his duty to look after his younger sibling. He will give them a rare smile, just glad that they love him enough to try, even if he was as stubborn as a mule.

Razz: He's already covering his earholes the moment Y/N enters his navigation status chamber of a room. He groans and grumbles while they place some much-needed food on his desk, blocking his view of his book. But of course, he will never actually yell or rage at his kind younger sibling, although that was the only thing he knew best. He won't say a thank you, but just know that he is so giddy that his sibling is being so thoughtful. You can tell from the warm breeze and the pretty clouds.

Cash: Steals. Everything. He thinks it is the FUNNIEST thing in the world to bother the soul out of his siblings, and his poor younger sibling Y/N. So sweet, so kind, so... EASY TO STEAL FROM! The food they were saving for later? Gone. The little candy jar that they use to give to the crew after checkups? Vanished. Y/N's favorite jacket that doesn't even fit him? Wow, he actually looks really good in it- NO HE'S STRETCHING THE FABRIC. He thinks it's so incredibly rejuvenating when Y/N chases him around. Of course, doesn't last long cause that smoker is already heaving for breath. Bear: Being a sibling is the only way that Bear will not feel nervous about touching Y/N. Of course, he will make sure not to pat to hard or shake them around, but he will be more willing to throw Y/N around if he thinks that they are in danger. He will protect just as fiercely as Y/N would, and he is just so happy to be surrounded by that familial warmth he was never allowed to enjoy. Expect big thank-you meals every time he gets patched up. Cinnamon: He knows that Y/N worries for him sometimes, and he can't help but feel guilty. There are so many things that are wrong with him, and it seems like they visit him every day when he has yet another issue with his eyes or teeth. But every time he is reassured. Perhaps that is why he finds his sibling so wonderful. Because no matter how terrible he feels Y/N will always patch him up and give him a big hug. Having such a caring younger sibling had inspired him to be the best big bro!

#pirate au #self insert #sans au #papyrus au #platonic #sibling mc

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avanatural · 2 years

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That Simple

Part 2

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of guns, sexual tension

A/N: This is part two to That Simple. It was originally supposed to be a one shot, but I loved writing it too much to leave it behind just yet. I hope you like it! Send me an ask if you want to be added to my Beau tag list ❤️

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“Like that?” She felt weird, holding the heavy piece of steel in her hand. Perhaps she just wasn’t cut out for this.

Beau smacked his lips and tilted his head to the side. “Not quite. Here, lemme show you.” He stepped behind her. His arms circled around her, mimicking her grip on the gun. He caged her in his embrace. “This okay?”

Y/N smiled to herself. Maybe a date at the shooting range had its perks, after all. “Yeah.”

“A steady grip like this…,” Beau explained as his hands covered hers around the gun. His palms were so big in comparison, easily engulfing hers in his gentle touch. Using his grasp on her, he adjusted both her stance and her hold on the weapon. “… will give you more stability.” By now, his mouth was hovering right next to her ear.

The deep sound of his voice sank right into her soul, seeping into the depths of body. Her lower belly was flooded with butterflies. Y/N felt a chill in her bones, a heat in her chest.

A tingling sensation shot from the top of her head right down to her toes, making them curl. Beau’s lips next to her ear, his front against her back, his arms around her body, it all made her feel giddy. Ready to implode with longing.

“Now aim…,” he continued, making Y/N wonder if he was actually oblivious to the effect he had on her. Beau used his hands to guide her arms, pointing the barrel of the handgun at the target’s head. “Yeah... Just like that,” he breathed.

This time, she couldn’t contain the shiver that took over her body and made her muscles convulse. She was lucky she didn’t moan right then and there.

“You okay there, Y/N?”, he drawled and she could have sworn she felt him grin against her ear.

What a glorious tease he was. Raw temptation served on a silver platter.

“Yeah.” She tried to laugh off her arousal. “I think I got it from here.”

“Alright.” He released her hands and took a step back. One of his palms wandered to the side of her waist as he encouraged her, “Go on, show him what you’re made of.” He nodded at the target before letting go of Y/N entirely. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he observed her with anticipation.

As a result of losing Beau’s warmth, she felt a breeze of cold air against her back. She took a breath, careful not to change her aim, and pulled the trigger. Her shot shattered the silence and echoed through the building with booming intensity.

Y/N hit the target’s head, dead-on. Once realization kicked in, she lowered the gun with a surprised little chuckle.

“Ha-ha!”, Beau exclaimed and clapped his hands together, “That’s my girl!”

When Y/N turned around, a huge smile was plastered on his face. His pearly white teeth were on full display, and his apple green orbs beamed with pride. Gosh, she wanted to kiss him right on the spot.

“Well done, darlin’,” he praised. The light in his eyes was almost blinding.

“I think that had little to do with me, and much more to do with you.”

“Come on, cut yourself some slack.” Beau smiled and squeezed her upper arm. “I’ve been doin’ this for ages, and you…” His free hand came up to tenderly brush some hair behind her ear. “Are a natural.”

“So, do I get a reward?”, she asked, gazing up at him doe-eyed.

His fingers moved from her ear to her cheek. Subtly, the pad of his thumb swiped along her skin. “Local diner?”, he suggested, “Food’s on me, including a large side of cheese fries.”

“Mhh,” she moaned and leaned into his touch. Little did he know her reaction wasn’t entirely due to the fact that she was starving.

Beau just had this magnetic force about him. The closer she was to him, the safer she felt. His arms were like a fence, like a shield that protected her from everything unpleasant.

Beau’s emerald eyes darkened with a playful glimmer. His voice dropped an octave, which only served to intensify the giddy feeling in Y/N’s stomach. “You keep making sounds like that, you’re gonna make me hungry for somethin’ else.”

Yes, please. Batting her eyelashes at him, she placed her hands on his chest. It was solid and warm. So tempting. Judging from his face and the backs of his hands, she was certain his torso was covered in freckles, too. “Would that be so bad?”, she rasped.

Beau’s gaze dropped to her lips. He bent forward, his minty breath fanning against her face. “Oh, quite the opposite,” he husked.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them. But just as he was about to press his voluptuous lips to hers, the sounds of footsteps broke the two of them apart.

Beau’s brow knitted against hers. He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth, frustrated. The mood had been killed by three other people entering the shooting range. “Let’s get outta here, yeah?”, he muttered, his voice still heavy with yearning.

For a few more seconds, Y/N reveled in the sensation of breathing his air, of his green gaze boring right into her eyes. She had literally forgotten that they were in a public place.

Beau could do that to you – beam you into a different reality in which nothing existed except for his beauty, charm, and incredible heart.

“Alright,” she muttered quietly, “I’m starving, anyway.”

Reluctantly, Beau broke away from her and led her outside with his hand on her lower back.

“That was probably the most unique date I’ve ever had,” Y/N said as she stepped up the front porch with Beau next to her. “Why the shooting range?”

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “What, you’re tellin’ me that’s not every woman’s dream?”

The two of them shared a few seconds of laughter and came to a halt in front of her door.

“I just…” Beau shifted on his feet as their laughter died down. “I want you to be able to protect yourself,” he admitted. The strength and cheerfulness that usually laced his voice were stripped away, leaving behind only honest sounds of vulnerability.

Y/N leaned against her front door and tried to read the expression on his face. “Is that why you want our next date to take place at the gym?”

“I just wanna teach you to spar, is all.” Beau pulled his large hands from his pockets and raised them in defense. “Just a couple moves. After that, we’ll do whatever you like. I promise.”

Her lips curved with an affectionate smile. She knocked the tips of her shoes against his boots, just like she had after their very first date. Her fingers came up to cup his cheek. She fondly caressed his stubble and the smooth skin underneath.

“Alright,” she agreed. Y/N wondered if she’d ever met a man as caring as Beau Arlen.

He briefly closed his eyes and nuzzled her hand. “Thank you,” he mumbled, his throaty voice barely audible. Knowing that his treasure would be able to protect herself was going to help him sleep at night.

“As long as you’re not gonna make me go on runs,” Y/N warned.

Beau started to laugh and shook his head. He was grateful that she’d offered him an intro to dive back into more lighthearted waters. “Don’t worry, ain’t gonna happen,” he vowed.

Y/N listened intently as a few more chuckles escaped his lips. She loved his laugh, she really did. When Beau laughed, the whole world instantly seemed a little brighter. A little more colorful. It was that one sound that spoke to her soul the very most.

“Come ‘ere,” he said and pulled her close by the hips. The sweet scent of her perfume put him in a trance, making him bow his head and join their lips in slow motion. Once his lips collided with hers, he made every tilt of his head, every swipe of his tongue count.

Y/N hummed into his kiss and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. She knew she would never get tired of kissing Beau. It felt like an entirely new experience every single time. With those plump, pink lips of his, he could be sweet, slow, sensual, passionate, fiery. And right in that moment, he was offering it all to her at once.

After a few moments of escaping to their very own reality together, they broke apart with one final smacking sound.

“Wow,” Y/N breathed against his lips, her eyes hooded with lust.

Beau smirked against her mouth. “Can’t wait for Friday.”

“Me neither,” she replied.

“We’re gonna have a good ol’ time. You’ll probably be kickin’ my ass by the end of it.” He stepped backwards and once again held onto Y/N’s hand until the distance became too large between them. “See ya, sweetheart.” His fingers slipped through hers and twitched with an instant need to rejoin them.

“See you.”

With one final, smoldering wink, Beau turned around to stagger back to his car on his gorgeous bowlegs.

Y/N stayed frozen on the spot, staring after her sweet, rugged Sheriff. Was he truly hers, though?

After five miraculous dates, she found herself wondering time and time again what exactly they were to each other. Her friends kept asking about the mysterious man she was seeing. The mysterious man that made her so happy. She didn’t want him to be a mystery any longer.

“Beau?”, she suddenly blurted.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around with arched brows. “Yeah?”

Y/N held her breath for a second, contemplating her next words. But she needed to know. She needed to know if he preferred to remain a mystery.

“Are we a couple?”, she asked, feeling her cheeks turn red with warmth. Her hands fumbled with her keys as she waited for his response. Was she being too straightforward? Too desperate?

Beau chuckled, looked down at his feet, and met her eyes again. The grin on his face was like a sudden beam of sunlight. “I sure hope so, darlin’.”

Y/N couldn’t contain the bright smile that stretched across her lips. Relief flooded her whole body, making her feel lightheaded for a second. “That simple, huh?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders and cheekily pressed his tongue against his teeth. The grin didn’t leave his face. “That simple.”

Delighted giggles came out of Y/N’s mouth when he suddenly jogged back up her porch. Her stomach turned with joy, making her feel like she was back at the fair, back on the rollercoaster on their first date. She was on cloud nine.

Beau joined her, hopping onto her candy-coated cloud with so much ease that it made her head spin. He smiled from ear to ear and tugged her back into his sweet embrace.

Part 3

#beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x y/n #beau arlen #beau arlen imagine #big sky imagine #beau arlen fluff

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spinningwebsandtales · 7 months

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Imagine Going To A Haunted House With Obi

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Haunted house goodies galore filled with splatter filled dreams, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Here it is folks my yearly Halloween Obi fic! This just became my own little tradition and I'm not gonna lie I look forward to it every year! I just adore this man! 💜 I can't lie either I enjoyed writing the haunted house part, because I am a sick and twisted person. I'm not sorry. I hope to get some more Halloween goodies posted throughout this month so keep your eyes peeled as I continue to work whenever I can. Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Halloween was always you and Obi's special night. Date nights were always planned for October 31st and this year you both decided to miss out on the Fire Force's annual Halloween Party and have some much needed alone time. Things had been crazy around the 8th and it was beginning to finally slow when the fateful day finally came around. This year you both had written several different ideas down on strips of paper and placed them in Obi's helmet. You both were to pick one strip of paper apiece and those activities would be done on the date. Obi picked enjoying the downtown Halloween festival and your slip had you both a little nervous as it said 'visit a haunted house.' You both asked Shinra and the crew what house would be the best to visit and every single one of them picked the scariest one that existed in Tokyo. Now you both couldn't back down from the challenge as your crew would think you two cowards. You looked at Obi nervously but he just shrugged his shoulders.

Halloween came around quickly and with the team occupied with celebrating their night in their own fashion, you and Obi were free to enjoy yourselves. The day was chilly, a crisp breeze flowing through the streets. The giggles of children and parents keeping a close eye filled the busier neighborhoods. Obi took your hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad we don't have to go to that horrible party like we did last year," you spoke watching a group of children pass by with a struggling parent lagging behind. Obi chuckled squeezing your hand a little tighter. Being captain was a job he loved but it did have it's downsides.

"It wasn't that bad," he replied causing you to pout. "Okay it was bad."

"Keep doing that Obi and all you'll be getting on this hallowed night is tricks," you teased.

"Don't be stingy now," he purred.

You ducked from Obi's searching lips, escaping from his grip to trot down the sidewalk. Despite his large and muscular body, Obi was fast when he wanted to be. It didn't take long for him to catch up and catch you. Picking you up easily and pulling you into his chest, where all you could do was laugh.

Walking a little further you could smell the festival on the breeze. A mix of warm spiced apple cider, caramel apples, and popcorn tickling your nose. You glanced at Obi before giving his hand a squeeze and dragging him a little faster. Surrounded by various booths of food and games it was a Halloween wonderland that you never wanted to end. All the games that had to do with strength, Obi excelled in them. You felt a little bad for the people running the booth as they lost money to the large Fire Force captain. But once that cute fuzzy prize was placed in your arms, you didn't feel all that bad anymore. Before Obi could continue to clean out all the booths from their prizes, you both were ready for some food from the different stalls. Splitting up Obi wanted to grab the food while you went to a different booth for drinks. You were done first so it was up to you to find a table. You were getting nervous as it seemed like everywhere was took up, until a couple just finished up and left a table close to the entrance. You snagged it quickly, setting the drinks and your prizes down.

Obi found you a little later with a feast in tow. How he carried it all on his own was amazing and the food tasted wonderful. With empty food cartons and cups, the sun began to set. The temperature dropped lower causing you to shiver a little at a nippy breeze.

"Ready to go to the haunted house," Obi asked gathering up the trash.

"No," you answered honestly.

"Me either," he laughed. "But it was in the hat and I'm sure you were the one who wrote it down."

"I couldn't think of anything!"

"Don't worry," he whispered in your ear, "I'll protect you."

The haunted house was about a five minute walk from the festival and you both found that the line inside was even closer due to the amount of people waiting. The haunted house didn't open until later that day and unfortunately you both hadn't planned on a big line starting early. Now you got to stand in line and dread going in more as the echoes of screams pierced the night. Obi squeezed your hand as you flinched at every high pitched blood curdling scream. Despite being in line for almost half and hour it felt like a blink and you both were at the entrance. The outside workers with lights in hand waved you both through and shut the door with a loud boom behind you.

The darkness swallowed you both whole and you could feel Obi shivering. So much for protecting you from the ghouls in the house. You both faced Infernals on a daily basis but a haunted house was already proving to be too much and you both just entered. Taking a deep breath Obi stepped forward first keeping a tight grip on your hand, leading you into the eerily lit dark. The first room you entered was splattered with fake blood and severed limbs on chains dangling from the ceiling. Somebody was strapped to the table in a bloody gown, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Help me! He's going to kill me help me!"

You jumped squeezing tighter to Obi when a large man leapt out from behind a curtain, chainsaw in hand running towards you and Obi. A scream left your throat and you raced from the room dragging Obi with you. Leaving the chainsaw maniac behind, a hallway was between this room and the next. Dolls sitting on the shelves and the only lights were directed on them. Some dolls' hands were waving, some of their heads were spinning. Majority of them were missing eyes, limbs, and only tufts of hair were left on their heads.

"Come play with us," the dolls giggled.

"Come," their voices were growing lower.

"Play," lower.

"With us," they finished in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a creature from the Underworld. It was that moment a ghoulish looking woman raced from behind a secret wall, screaming as blood drained from her empty sockets. You clung to Obi who also held onto you as you both screamed.

Escaping the hallway you made it into the next room. Jail cells surrounded the walls, rusty and dank. You could swear you could smell something cooking. A warden circled around the room, bloody keys jingling on his duty belt while the judge stood beside an electric chair. Zombie prisoners reached between the decrypted bars trying to grab a hold of you and Obi. One snagged the hem of your shirt and tugged roughly, pulling you down on the floor where rotten teeth reached for your neck. You screamed trying to tug yourself from the creature's grip. Obi was at your side yanking you up from the floor as the judge pulled the lever on the electric chair. The inmate screaming as sparks flew. That was the last straw as you both booked it from the room.

"This is not fun," you panted.

"I know when it's coming but it doesn't make it any less terrifying," Obi agreed keeping a better grip on you.

You both were only halfway through the house and there was several more areas to go through. You and Obi screamed and ran your way through a butcher shop, a devilish pet shop full of evil creatures for adoption, and a haunted abandoned school room, before the last obstacle loomed before you both. The Graveyard. There was the glorious glow of the exit light across the graveyard. Looking up at your brave and handsome captain, you both took the first step forward. That triggered the zombie apocalypse. The undead stepped from their foggy places, groaning and screaming at the sight of prey. A few were still stuck in their graves, reaching for your ankles as you stumbled by. Obi kept you upright, his chest heaving at the exertion and complete terror taking over his body. The movies always made zombies look slow, these were everything but. Rotten teeth glistening in the haunted sickly moonlight. It was beginning to feel like an eternity to that precious glow at the end, like a light at the end of a demented tunnel. You stumbled again and Obi took matters into his own hands. In one smooth motion you were lifted up again and pulled into the air. You had a moment of weightlessness until you landed in Obi's arms. He held you tightly gripping you to his well toned chest as his legs churned faster. He had kept his speed slower so you could keep up better, until he no longer had to worry about you tripping and falling. In seconds you both crossed the finished line. The zombies departed going back to their start positions to wait for the next victims through the door.

Though he carried you through the ending you both were panting hard. You looked up at Obi before starting to laugh. Despite still trying to catch his breath he began to laugh too.

"We survived," you joked.

Obi nodded pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Back at the station your friends were waiting for your return. They hounded you both with questions before Obi held out tickets for each one of them. After the torture they had caused making you go to the scariest thing in Tokyo, there was no way they were going to get away with it. Giving them the tickets and shoving them out the fire station door, Obi led you to your shared bedroom. He closed the door firmly turning the lock as his gaze darkened.

"Am I still getting nothing but tricks this evening," he purred nipping at your neck.

"Well you are my hero of the evening," you hummed, threading your fingers through his hair. "And you carrying me through that graveyard was pretty hot. I think you earned yourself a treat."

Obi chuckled, "Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween," you replied pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

#Akitaru Obi X Reader #Akitaru Obi / Reader #Akitaru Obi Imagine #Akitaru Obi #Fire Force #Fire Force Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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shut-up256 · 1 year

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genre: fluff, smut

warnings: (this part) very suggestive topics, cursing, and SO MUCH TEASING

a/n: hey there, it's me. sry it took so long, but heres part 2 of Understood? (read part 1 here!! https://at.tumblr.com/shut-up256/understood/oxzhpjptawcb)

‼️this story in no way portrays any members of Stray Kids, or Stray Kids as a whole. the name Felix is used as a name of a fictional character.‼️

“Shit, y/n. You’re gonna take it, you don’t have a choice. Understood?”

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The tension in the air was thick; you swear you could taste it. Nothing had really happened. He had only teased you a teensy bit, yet you couldn't stop thinking about it. About him.

Three, short beeps echoed through the house, from the kitchen, you presumed. He must be warming something up in the microwave. You walk into the kitchen, wearing your pajama shorts, and one of his shirts. You watched silently as he opened his fridge, and pulled the orange juice out. He opened a cupboard by the fridge, and pulled a cup out. You listened as his rings clinked against the glass. Little did you know, he could feel your gaze upon him.

You wanted to say something, but really, what was there to say? Already giving up, you turn to re-enter the bedroom, when he speaks, pouring his glass and still not facing you. "Your plates' on the table. Heated' up some pancakes, and threw some toast on there. Eat it, or don't. I don't really care." His voice was still husky, still deep and raspy, considering how you both just woke up. You looked over to the wooden table, and sure enough, there lay said plate. But his words; they left a sour taste in your mouth. He wasn't the type to "not really care". Was he mad about what had happened? "Thanks.." you manage to croak out, cringing heavily on the sound of your own voice.

You made your way to the table, and sat in front of the food, but didn't touch it. He came over to the table, sat opposite you, and started to chow down, not even glancing in your direction. You watched as his Adams' Apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his food. "Are you really not gonna eat? Or do you need me to do that for you too?" So he does care, after all. "Y'want me to feed you?" he spoke, his gorgeous Australian accent coming in strong. "No," you say, trying to sound as firm as possible in your embarrassed state. You aren't looking at him, but at the plate before you. You hear his chair back up, but before you can respond, he's looming over you. He catches your chin between his thumb and index finger, and moves your face to look at his. "Are you feeling okay?" No. Fucking. Way. He touches my neck, in the most lewd, perverted, steaming-hot way, and then acts as if all is normal, as if he did nothing? Due to your lack of response, he bends over towards you, and scans your face closely, as if to be looking for something. He gets closer. Mere inches from connecting. You want to look away, you want to pull your face far, far away from his. But you can't. He's like a magnet. And gosh, are you attracted.

You trace his face with your doe eyes. His star-like freckles, spelling H-O-T across his cheeks in a constellation. His up-turned nose, fitting perfectly along his face. And his lips, his soft, beautiful lips. I wonder how many have kissed him, you think. His perfect jawline, sharp enough to cut a bitch. After seeming to be done observing you, he gets impossibly closer, but not to your face. To your ear. His lips brush over the sensitive skin of your earlobe, and in an oh, so, ever-lovingly deep tone, he speaks. "Tell me, doll. Have I really brought you this far, with just my voice? Or maybe, with my hands, when I grabbed the glass? Or maybe, just maybe, don't get me on this, 'cause there's no way it's this, but could it be the way I touched your neck? Use your words, y/n. What did your Lixie do?" You were frozen solid, statue like. He stood there, awaiting an answer. But, you had to stand strong. Were you gonna let him win that easily?

"I.." you began. "I don't know what you're talking about," you say, trying to sound 'normal'. "Oh, really? Y/n, I'm like ninety-nine percent sure," he paused, "that you're soaking wet right now. Absolutely fucking drenched," he says, so confidently. "Lix.." you knew how desperate you sounded, but didn't care at that point. "Hm?" he hummed in your ear, pressing his lips to your earlobe softly. "You're wrong. You don't know anything." Ugh, what a terrible liar you are. Lying straight through your teeth, and he knew it. You are soaking wet right now. You know that he knows it. But what can you do, right? Lie about it, sure. No matter, though, because he knows. "Oh, okay. Let's see it then." He pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear, making you jolt into his shoulder. That was quite funny to him. As he chuckled, you noticed that the hand holding your chin was now rubbing circles onto your collarbone. After what he said registered, your eyes widened. "W-Wha-t?" He backed up, and now stared at your face, smirking. "You heard me, loud and clear. If your so sure that you aren't fucking sopping wet, then let's see it. Strip."

You searched his eyes for a hint of playfulness. A speck of comics. To your detriment, there was none. The smirk is now gone. "Are you.. serious?" You were hoping for a 'no'. "Serious as ever." Fuck. If you showed him, revealed yourself to your best friend like this, he would know that he's been turning you on since you walked into the kitchen, almost 30 minutes ago. But if you didn't, he would know the same. Defeated, you let your head hang low. Admitting like this is better than looking him in the eyes and admitting it. You could practically hear him grin. "Aw, well would you look at that! Did your sweet, innocent lil' Lix do this to you?" He looked down, and saw how tightly your legs were closed. "Cute." He dipped back into your ear. "Wish I could take care of you, doll. Too bad there are dishes to do, huh?" His words stung like venom. He looked at you once more, pushed his dark brown hair back, and stood up straight. You watched through your peripherals as he rounded the table, collected his dishes, and walked to the sink. "Eat up," he said, over his shoulder. "We wouldn't want you hungry now, would we?" He tapped the faucet, and the water ran. "You're gonna need the energy for later, anyway." What a fucking tease. Such a Felix thing to do. In the quietest, most fucked-out tone ever, you speak.

"F-Fuck you."

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part 3?

#skz x reader #straykids imagines #stray kids felix #lee felix #lee yongbok #felix imagines #felix smut #skz

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She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Word Count: 1904

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. May have future SMUT 18+!

Warnings: Angst, Fluff. Insinuations of intimacy.

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Dean lay there, holding her close as his mind wandered. Normal, that word continued playing through his thoughts. It was sometime after seven, and he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of his bed nor the comfort of having her snuggled up to him.

He could feel her breathing rhythmically as she slept, probably dreaming. Dean thought about the day before, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, remembering the way she looked, laughing, relaxed, and carefree during their snowball fight. The way the light had filtered through the trees made her look angelic in its rays.

Could we really have a normal life, he thought to himself. In his mind, he could see her in a sundress, baking an apple pie in a kitchen, more than likely barefoot. He smiled again when he felt her stir against his chest.

“Mornin’, Sweetheart,” he told her softly, kissing the top of her head.

“Mmmm, mornin',” she mumbled sleepily, not ready to open her eyes.

“You sleep okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Good dreams I didn’t want to wake from,” she replied, smiling a little.

That made Dean chuckle quietly, “Oh yeah? What about?”

“Me and you, and normal,” she hummed, stretching a little.

The two shifted so that they were lying on their sides facing each other, Dean caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, “Sounds nice.”

“It was, and we had a dog,” she chuckled, knowing he wasn’t very fond of animals.

Dean laughed softly, “Not sure how I feel about the dog part.” “I know. I’ve always wanted one, though,” she sighed, “We should get up. I have something I need to share with everyone.”

He looked at her, a bit confused, “Did something happen?” he asked, now also concerned.

“Sort of. I’d rather only say it once, though,” she told him, then kissed him, effectively shutting up any argument he could come up with.

Almost an hour later, they joined the others in the library, smiles on both their faces, “Why do you two always come out here looking guilty as hell?” Bobby asked them, barely managing to hide his amusement.

Maria blushed, unable to hide her embarrassment at his comment, as the two sat beside each other. “Probably because they are,” Sam teased them playfully.

“No less than the two of you,” Dean shot back just as playfully.

Maria was happy that the morning had a lightheartedness to it, and that there was laughter. There were a few more family jabs as they enjoyed coffee together. She was hopeful that moments like this could fill their future.

Normal, she thought to herself, smiling.

Dean leaned over and kissed her cheek, “You gonna share that little something now?” he whispered, wanting to keep it between the two of them until she was ready. However, his curiosity was getting the better of him.

She took a deep breath, looking down at the coffee in her hands, then nodded. Mari hadn’t said anything that morning, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

“I have news,” Maria began, all of their eyes now on her, “I went to Hell this morning.”

“You did what?!” Bobby exclaimed before Dean had a chance to shake his shock and make words.

Maria shrugged a little, “I woke up and just knew that I had to go. So, I went,” she stated, somewhat casually. She also focused on allowing their emotions to move around her and not consume her.

“Wonderful!” Mari said excitedly, clapping her hands, “How did it go?”

The others looked at Mari, confused, shocked, and practically speechless at her excitement. Maria was the only one who chuckled, finding her angel mother adorable in an almost childlike way.

“It went really well,” Maria replied, looking up at all of them, “I met Alastair and Lilith. Neither were happy to see me, but Lilith begrudgingly agreed to my terms.”

“I’m so proud of you, Little One,” Mari told her, beaming.

“What terms?” John asked, just as curious as the others.

“All the souls that were meant to be in heaven, are now there. Demons will stay off of Earth once the peace spreads to encompass it. The icing on the cake, Lilith agreed to a reform program for the damned souls that want to go to Heaven,” Maria explained to them.

Mari had seen that as a possible outcome. The only one of the things she’d seen that was guaranteed was that demons wouldn’t be able to go to Earth anymore. What Maria had accomplished was beyond what Mari had hoped would happen, and a few tears slid down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away.

“Wow. Not bad, Sis,” Sam chuckled.

Dean didn’t know what to say, too many emotions coursing through him. So, he just cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Yeah, he’d agreed to keep the PDAs to a minimum, but this was an exception. Maria was more than surprised but soon relaxed and kissed him back.

“I love you,” Dean told her, once he pulled away, causing her to smile with adoration as she looked into those beautiful green eyes of his.

“I love you too,” she chuckled, finding him absolutely adorable.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Bobby grumbled, trying not to chuckle himself.

Giggles could be heard from around the library as Maria blushed slightly and sipped her coffee. She wondered if there was even a way to describe the type of contentment she felt at that moment.

“You need to stop what you’re doing,” a man said from the war room, causing all of them to get to their feet quickly.

Maria moved so that she could see who it was, as her Uncle was blocking her view. She took a slow, deep breath when she saw who was standing there. Dean went to move so that he was standing in front of her, but she made her way so that she was between the man and her family.

“I won’t, and you need to leave my family alone,” she told him somewhat confidently.

The man just chuckled at her boldness, “You’re not in charge, and I’m tired of you interfering.”

“Who the hell are you?” Bobby growled.

“I’m God,” he answered plainly, keeping his focus on Maria, “Zamairle, Castiel, you’ll both face your punishment for your transgressions.”

Maria straightened up, keeping herself calm, “I’m gonna make this as clear as I can. You will not be punishing anyone, and you’ll be leaving my family alone.” Chuck sighed, “You need to learn your place,” he told her, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He looked confused as he snapped his fingers a couple more times, and still, nothing happened.

“I told you, you’ll not mess with my family,” she reiterated to him.

Mari smiled proudly while the others just watched the interaction. Cas tilted his head. Seeing God like this only reinforced that his decision to stand with Maria had been the right one.

Chuck glared at her, “If you don’t back down, I’ll have no choice but to get the angels involved. You can’t stop all of them,” then he smirked, “You also can’t be in two places at once.” And with that, he disappeared.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled, calming her nerves, “So much for diplomacy,” she mumbled, lowering her head slightly.

Maria walked over to the archway of the library, placing her hand against it. She focused her thoughts, wanting the bunker completely protected from any kind of attack that might come from Heaven, God, or any of the angels. A purple glow grew around her hand and on the archway as she closed her eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. The others just silently watched her. For a brief moment, the bunker shook slightly, similar to how it would if there was an earthquake, and then it just stopped as the glow faded.

“What the hell was that?” Bobby asked, trying not to sound as worried as he was.

She sighed as she returned to sit in her seat, “That was God. I had hoped he would be more willing and accepting of things… but I guess not.” They all sat back down, Dean rubbing her back gently as he leaned his other arm on the library table, “What was that thing you did?” he asked her.

“I made the bunker safe. God can’t enter here again, and neither can the other angels. I also made it so they can’t attack it,” she explained.

“Glad we got to have a day outside,” Jess mumbled, sighing.

“I’ll need to go to Heaven soon,” Maria told them, feeling that pull, just like she had early that morning before she’d gone to Hell.

Dean leaned close to her, kissing the side of her head, “Don’t worry, we’ll all stay inside,” he tried to reassure her, even if he didn’t want her to go.

“We’re ready when you are,” Cas told her before Mari could.

“I’ll let you know when it’s time,” Maria sighed.

Maria sat there, sipping her coffee, lost in her thoughts. At least Hell had gone easy, she thought to herself. With God getting involved like this, she knew that Heaven was going to be more of a challenge. She had no plans of hurting any of the angels, no matter what happened. Violence wasn’t the answer, and she knew it. She also wondered if he’d return to Heaven and make his presence known after being gone for so long. That would or could also complicate things for her.

Two hours later, she looked over at Cas and Mari, “It’s time,” she told them, feeling slightly nervous. She could feel her family's worry as she stood, “I’ll be okay, and I’ll be back.”

At least when she’d gone to Hell, they’d all been asleep, so there hadn’t been any goodbyes. Now, though, they all hugged her, giving her encouraging words as they did. Dean waited till the others were done before he pulled her close against him, one hand on the back of her head, the other wrapped around her.

“I wish I could go with you,” he whispered.

“I know,” she sighed, holding him close, “I’ll have Mari and Cas with me. I’ll be okay.”

“Just come back to me,” he again whispered, and she felt what he feared most: losing her.

“I promise I’ll come back,” she tried to reassure him.

Dean pulled back, but only far enough so that he could kiss her. It was soft, slow, intimate butterfly kisses that she returned. She could tell he was fighting with his emotions and his fears.

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

“I love you too,” he replied through a shaky breath, then kissed her forehead before she pulled away.

Maria walked to the other side of the library tables where Cas and Mari were standing, waiting patiently, “Leave your blade here, Cas,” she told him softly.

Cas looked at her, slightly puzzled again, but didn’t argue. He took his angel blade out of his coat pocket and placed it on the library table, and Maria smiled at him. Mari didn’t have an angel blade, as she’d chosen a different path. They nodded at her, and then the three flew to Heaven. Dean grabbed the whiskey and several glasses, even if none of the others were drinking, he needed it.

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♡︎Sweet Magnolia♡︎

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Gn!reader, Tony Stark x Avenger!reader, Thor Odinson x Gn!reader

Summary: Your husband usually bids you goodbye before he goes on a mission the few ones that you don't go on yourself and he comes to the sight of you baking —flufftober day;12—

Word count: 700+

Warning(s): Pumkin flavor slander, small mention of violence, fluff, and language

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— Hey.. how you guys doing 😅 so I’ve been sick beyond belief gotta love the weather change and if I’m being honest I thought of quitting kink/flufftober Just by how many days I’ve missed but I’m just gonna whip up some short blurbs like this one and finish out strong 🤭

“Don’t you dare, touch” You scolded seemingly playfully while Tony put his hands up in the air in surrender from taking a big scoop of the orange pie filling from the mixing bowl with his bare fingers before wrapping his arms back around your waist You knew he was leaving.

“Fury is reducing my Missions by the day, do you need me to come with you?” You questioned sighing in annoyance while the brunette just softly smiled rubbing his warm hand up and down your forearm

“It’s not even baked yet Tones, Cmon leave it alone” You shooed your Husbands hands away for the second time in less than five minutes while he mocked the most five year old kindergarten pout he could muster while you simply shook your head in mock disapproval with a small smile on your face

“What kind is this Pumpkin?” Tony smirked in victory as you slowly turned your head to look at him in semi- horror with your face turned up in disgust at the thought of the festive flavor that everyone went insane over

“Absolutely fucking not, you should know me better… it’s sweet potato” Your face was still scrunched your nose slightly wrinkling while letting out a scoff and Tony chuckled at your small rant

“I know Honey, just teasing” The brunette sighed purposely ignoring the vibrations he felt on his wrist, his watch most likely alerting him it was time to go but he just needed a few more minutes with you.

You were the closest to home Tony had ever felt since he was fourteen and his grandmother were still alive You warm embrace, sweet treats, and your comfortable smell. That damn smell.

That smell would always bring Tony to his knees You smelled of magnolia and clementines with a hint of vanilla it was warm and yet so soft it’s like the intensity of each scent modified as the seasons changed You smelled more of the magnolia and clementines in the warmer parts of the year while It didn’t change for the vanilla in the cooler times

“Come on Tones I have to get back to what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted, I have apples in a water bath with lemon so they don’t brown it won’t last forever come on” You smiled when he’d swooned his nose into your neck pushing into slightly

“Now sweetheart I wasn’t being rude, but two pies? I’m gonna be filled to the brim” Tony teased chuckling when you smacked his shoulder to the best of your abilities sense you were still behind him

“No it’s for Peter, he’s allergic to sweet potatoes I’m making him a personal pie only cut up four apples and none of them have screamed Tony Stark surprisingly” You sassed while your husband grinned at you proudly he swore your sass levels appended by the day

“Stark Rodgers has requested your presence at once to begin our mission. Lady/Lord Y/n, smells wonderful as always” Thor announced loudly while you could practically feel Tony roll his eyes against your shoulder While the God greeted you with a smile which you return in the addition of a small wave

“Thank you Thor, your hair looks quite wonderful today” You complimented while the God smiled almost bashfully here was one of earth’s mightiest hero and Strongest Avenger on the verge of blushing

“Alright Rapunzel, Tell Capsicle im on my way two minutes” Thor nodded his head before retaking the path he walked into the kitchen back out

“Go save the world handsome, kick some occasional ass yeah?” Tony sighed heavily before nodding his head in agreement before inching to kiss your temple, then to you cheek, to the corner of your mouth, and finally your lips it was soft and Tony had tightened the arm he had around you before finally letting go

Lightly tapping his chest the red and gold suit of Metal engulfed him whole while making his way to the exit of the kitchen and common area before looking back at you while you waved to him one last time and without hesitation he’d returned it before exiting completely

He couldn’t wait to be back In you embrace especially with your scent of sweet magnolia.

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