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nereidprinc3ss · 7 months

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light of the morning

in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs

It’s late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that you’re dozing on the bed above the covers.

It takes you a moment to reorient yourself—you’re rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door.

"Hi."

"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. It’s funny, really. He never gets any better at this.

You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door.

"Did I wake you?"

"How could you tell?"

"You’re in pajamas. And you look tired. I mean—you don’t look bad. You never look bad, I just meant… you don’t look tired but you’re not—I didn’t mean to—"

"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "It’s late. We have to be up early tomorrow."

"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."

He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.

You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth.

"It’s fine. But I don’t know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."

His eyebrows dart up.

"That’s fine. That’s totally fine. I’ll just, uh—"

When you don’t move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but that’s how he looks in his sleep clothes. There’s a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if he’s not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it.

"You could… stay, anyway, if you want?"

His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. There’s a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you can—"

"No, no! You didn’t, I just don’t want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. I’m right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."

You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety.

"It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before." And not like you wouldn’t have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.

He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."

It’s incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement.

"Do you wanna get your stuff, or…"

"No, that’s okay. I’ll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."

You squint, unable to tell if he’s fucking with you or if that’s an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you don’t really care.

"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to brush my teeth."

Once you’re enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But that’s silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. It’s always been a matter of convenience—less bother if he doesn’t have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when you’re both exhausted. Or maybe that’s just what you’ve been telling yourselves.

You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and he’s already under the covers, fiddling with his phone.

"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time to—"

"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you.

"Spencer."

“Yeah,” he answers immediately. Like he’s even more wired about this whole situation than you are.

"You know you don’t have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? I’m not a leper."

He looses a nervous laugh.

"I know. We’ve just never really done this."

You frown at the darkness.

"We’ve definitely slept in the same bed before."

"Yeah, but… this feels different."

That, you can’t argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex?

Screw it. If there is one thing you don’t want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvet—and find his hand already waiting for yours.

"I don’t think it’s that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly.

"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefits…" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesn’t want to shatter it.

"Can’t argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling you’re doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.

"Can I…"

"Yeah."

Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as you’ve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now.

He exhales as you settle against each other—a sound of relief that mirrors your own. He’s so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you can’t deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like he’s not even thinking about it.

"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt.

"Goodnight," he whispers back.

You fall asleep pretty quickly after that.

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It’s unclear what wakes you up—maybe it’s the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, it’s still mostly dark) or maybe it’s the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.

Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache.

But you’re just friends.

Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second you’re nervous he’ll pull away.

"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep.

"Five."

"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."

"Sometimes waking up early is okay."

His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily you’re paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which you’ve never operated. You don’t know what’s acceptable. You don’t know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, or—

He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and hands—it’s almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt.

Friends.

"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."

"I don’t want to go back to sleep."

The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you.

"No? What do you want?"

Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, it’s your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer.

The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. What’s a kiss or two when you’ve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while you’re still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People don’t think clearly when they’ve just been asleep.

So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?

Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips.

"I thought it wasn’t a good night?"

"It’s not night time anymore, is it, genius?"

You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away.

Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himself—biting his lip to hold back the words.

"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing.

"I was just—" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I don’t know if that’s something I should say, or if it would feel too… I don’t know…"

He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesn’t have the words.

You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And he’s right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you.

"It’s fine. Thank you."

He continues chewing on his lip for a moment.

"Did I just ruin the mood?"

"No," you laugh, "not at all."

"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again.

"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses.

He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck.

"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"

"Kind of," you breathe.

"No you don’t," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."

Well, he’s not wrong there.

You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows it’s low enough to be covered by your clothing later.

You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you are—how easy it is to get a reaction out of you.

Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldn’t hear them, but Spencer does. He’s hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you.

Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum.

"You’re gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we don’t want to wake him up."

"I’ll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencer’s mouth trails lower until he’s pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders.

"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs.

You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. It’s not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you like—he knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans.

"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient you’ll get what you want.

He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and you’re forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you can’t hold back. Spencer keeps it up until you’re practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close.

"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like this—with him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course.

He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty.

You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and you’re losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencer’s tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. There’s really no way of knowing—your ears are ringing anyway.

When you come to a moment later he’s peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently.

"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."

You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt.

You’re the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didn’t even think about.

"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further.

"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway.

"You must have me confused with someone else."

"Doubtful."

You don’t have much time to consider what that could mean before he’s running the head of his cock over your clit and you’re gasping into his mouth, saying please like it’s the only word you know.

"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once he’s opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, you’re seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"

It’s been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words.

"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"Relax, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you."

He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. You’re so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he can’t think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you.

"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation.

"I know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."

"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way.

"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."

You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.

"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut.

"Only for you."

Just three words—but he wasn’t expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes him—one that he’ll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating.

"Only me?"

You moan an affirmation.

"Good. I don’t want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"

"Yes!"

"I’m the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. You’re not doing this for anybody else, baby."

"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spence—"

He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit.

You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. It’s obvious that your orgasm is close, but you can’t even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing.

No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same moment—deep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes.

You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, you’re both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet.

"You okay?"

All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb.

"Need your words, angel girl."

"I’m okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing.

"Yeah? Why so quiet?"

But it seems that at least for the moment, he’s gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter.

"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"

"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck.

"You can have…" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."

"An hour."

He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you.

"I said 48 minutes."

But it doesn’t matter—you’re already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go now—the earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will arise—but how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that he’ll watch over her as she sleeps? No—there’s no way he’s leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, he’s sure.

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hobiespick · 3 months

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Sam Winchester x reader headcanons part 3

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a/n: heyyyyyy I had so much fun writting these. I am literally shaking as we speak cuz i'm still kinda shy abt this even tho yall showed me sm love and gave so much positive feedback on the first 2 parts I was giggling, blushing, and twirling my invisible phone cord. Thank you all so much for everything and enjoy my shitty thoughts 🫶💞 + tagging a lovely person who gave me the idea of writting one of these @yinorathedragontamer

Summary/Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Sam Winchester x gn!reader , Sam being the biggest boyfriend of all boyfriends (im quoting one of my moots), the first headcanon isn't sam x reader it's Jess x Sam (rip to the hottest couple) the headcanon came to me in a prophetic vision and i just had to leave it here, mention of Sam's childhood + I couldn't help myself but make a few headcanons about Dean too.

- I have a deep feeling (i'm an empath) that around college when he was with Jess and he wouldn't leave her side, Sam accidentally got adopted by her girl group of friends - hear me out - he would cling to Jess for his dear life shaking and not wanting to intrude or make him look nosy and Jess's girlfriends wouldn't bat an eye, welcoming Sam with open arms and treating him the same - they are the reason his guilty pleasure is gossiping. One of Jess's (girl)friends coming hurriedly towards the group with a shocked expression and a hand covering her mouth and Sam already knows the tea is scrumptious - he probably got called "girl" so many times - he didn't mind it btw, actually kinda liked it because that means they included him - spreading my "Sam Winchester enjoys the company of female friends more than male ones agenda" like wildfire ‼️ - "wyd when me and my gang pull up" and it's five y2k girls + a preppy blonde girl whose boyfriend is some 6'4 emo kid with a Green Day tee who follows her around with heart eyes

- "Dean, move your leg or I'm throwing your fucking mixtapes out of the window" you threaten annoyed at the audacity of the long ass older Winchester to just stretch out as if you're not both (tired af) in the back seat of baby, you try to find a comfortable position for what feels like the 50th time to stay for a few hours untill all of you make it in one piece to Washington (Dean might not since he is acting like that). "You touch my mixtapes and I might throw you out of the window, runt." Dean barks (lovingly), lifting his sunglasses on his head and pointing a defensive finger at you. You are too tired to think and to retort something snarky back but still settle on rolling your eyes and giving his foot a kick.

Sam is driving like a princess in the front, his legs are streched out with his back comfortably resting against his seat with an arm lazily holding the steering wheel as the wind coming from the rolled window brushes some of his hair on his forhead, all while looking effortlessly handsome. "Don't make me come back there" Sam laughs breaking the character he wanted to play along as (hint: dads on road trips). Sam's pants would catch on fire if he said he was annoyed at your childish bickering with his brother, he found it endearing. It just added to the list of things he liked about you. You gasp a little bit too dramatically and gesture towards Dean "He started it" you grumble. Dean gives you a kick of his own pulling his sunglasses back down and crossing his arms, atleast he retreats his legs giving you enough space to rest yours.

- uses every excuse to touch you (his hands are literally twitching in anticipation to hold yours, or hug you)

- Dean is a classic rock etillist (he learned that from J*hn) but his guilty pleasure is nu metal especially limp bizkit. - he only listens when Sam isn't around. - says he's getting himself a little treat (fancy headphones) with his hard-earned money (poker/credit card fraud) - J*hn introduced him to led zeppelin and Dean feels like he's dissapointing him by not being a carbon copy of him hence his secrecy - So the "guilty pleasure" has deeper roots

- Sam told you he doesn't remember owning a childhood plushie, you fix that

- you open the door and close it with your foot, hands clinging to the bag you're holding to your chest after almost stumbling over. Sam's expression changes into a smile upon your arrival, kinda like a golden reriever. He gets up from the reasearch papers scatterred around the table no longer the center of his attention to greet you.

"Hey" the word 'sweetheart' almost sneaks out of his mouth but he contained himself with grace, god forbid he makes you uncomfortable (he's alot like you y'know? ). "Hi" you reply breathlessly due to your almost stunt and the fact that Dean took Baby out so you had to walk back to the motel in the humid weather of Washington. You take off your shoes and set the bag on the table, Sam's nosy self is itching to see what's inside. Before you open anything you make sure to peel off the hoodie you have on and rest it on a chair. "I got something but i need you to close your eyes and lay out your hands please." You start already bitting back a smile with a tinge of nervousness at what his reaction could be.

Yes, you got Sam a plushie. You got matching ones, the one for Sam is a brown moose with dark brown glass eyes that kept reminding you of him. The one you got for yourself is a same-zise moose plushie in your favourite color. What's even more cuter is that both of the plushies came as a package and they can stick their hands together with the magic of little pieces of square shaped tape on each their hands (hooves?). Sam is scared and excited at the same time. He will thank you for whatever you got him, he raised himself to be gratefull, it's just that growing up he learned and was usually met with dissapointment. John not showing up for his soccer game and neither Dean because he is hunting with him? Yeah he knows. Not even a call from his dad on his 21st birthday? Yeah he expected that. But he knows you, and the amount of times you have dissapointed him. (hint: zero)

So he does as you told him to. He extends his hand and turns it over, his other arm resting by his side. He closes his eyes and does not open them once. Sam was that kinda kid at the playground, so fair and by the rules it's almost suspicious. He can hear the noise of the brown paper bag crinkling and somehow imagine the sight of you smilling brightly, a sight that almost bribes him to open his eyes and see for himself. He focuses on the sound untill he feels the soft velvet material of the plushie in his hands. He doesn't even open his eyes yet he just furrows his eyebrows in confusion as his fingers pet the fabric of the stuffed animal.

You stand there, the biggest most nervous smile planted on your face as you wait for his verdict. "Sam, you can open your eyes now." you speak loud enough for him to hear, and he does open them, they glisten wet under the crappy motel room light. He has this mix of sadness and joy on his face at the same time as he cranes his neck to look down at the stuffed animal in his hands, he can envelope it entirely if he tried. You wish you could read thoughts right now, to make Sam open up his brain to you and show you how he feels about this, whether the reaction is negative or positive, you just want (need) to hear him speak, fuck, he can even yell at you if that is what he chooses to do (he wouldn't in a million years). Regret hits you like a hurricane after a few seconds of silence, that's the last thing you wanted to do, make Sam remember what a shitty childhood he had with just a stuffed animal, a fucking toy. The thought that this could come off as a reminder for him that's like 'Hey buddy, your childhood is so fucked up I felt sorry for you, here' didn't even occur you. All you wanted to do is give him something normal, to make him feel normal, a feeling he has been chasing all of his life. You bought two matching moose plushies with the thought that you're gonna match with your bestfriend, you're going to share some normalacy with your bestfriend in your world, your monsters are real world.

You wanted to build a time machine and rescue little Sam and Dean from the fucking monster John Winchester was. Yes, John Winchester loved his boys, but neglect and love don't mix. Leaving a 10 year old to look out for a 6 year old isn't love, taking your children with you to fucking hunt and kill fairy tale monsters isn't love. "Sam?" You call out quietly, nervousness already visible in your body language. Sam shots his head up at the mention of his name and most importantly the tone of your voice. He gives you a weak tight lipped smile (as if the sight would spare you having to worry about him, as if you don't feel the need to bang your head against a wall whenever you see Sam in any kind of pain) and wipes a tear that runs down his cheek with the cuff of his hoodie. "Sam- I'm sorry- I thought-" You justify yourself and attempt at swallowing the lump formed in your throat, you rub your sweaty palms on your jeans and feel like the biggest asshole in the world. You awkwardly take a step closer untill you take in consideration the idea that getting closer might be the last thing he needs right now so you step right back. Sam tears taste sweet, he can confirm it himself. The way you spent time and money going to provide him with something he was wrongfully stolen off of having when he was only a kid made him tear up in the spam of a few seconds. You asked, he answered, you felt sorry, he desperately wants you to comfort him, then you do something to make him feel appreciated/cherished. He glances at you and sees the state you're in. His legs instinctively take three long strides towards you and envelopes you in the most comforting embrace anyone has ever gave you. You don't need to be psychic or practice insane voodoo/hoodoo to know exactly how this made him feel, it's all in this hug. You hug him back and Sam starts rubbing circles with his index finger on your back, he is crying his eyes out and he's still comforting anyone but himself. You hear his sniffles as he agressively wipes his nose with his cuff. "Thank you" he croaks out, his tone hoarse and raspy. He rests his head on top of yours and you can feel him finally relax. You can also tell he has no intention of breaking the hug anytime soon but that is your last worry. You made Sam happy tonight and that's all it matters.

- you and Sam are the golden retriever + black cat duo the world needs. - grocery trips with him (he doesn't need anything, just wanted to go with you) that are fun and weirdly domestic. - it's all making jokes and finding eachother the snacks you usually eat untill someone bumps into him and HE apologizes. "Sorry" he says giving the dude that's shorter than him a tight lipped smile. The dude presses "Almost dropped my shit 'cause of you assh-" You cut him off by clearing your throat and making him turn around his face dropping as he notices your glare at him. "He said he was sorry." You chide (threaten) with a scarily blunt tone, you have no idea how someone can even dare to look the wrong way at Sam, he's too tall for his own good and he's built like a brick wall. "Whatever" the dude leaves scoffing , your expression softening as soon as your eyes settle on Sam. He has a stupid dorky look on his face and adoration in his eyes, his hands shoved in his jean pockets towering over you almost awkwardly. "Ugh. What is it today asshole day?" You joke breaking the silence, (yes, you're quoting kat stratford) Sam just laughs and nods, you could say it's Christmas and he would believe you. "Looks like it." He agrees, not even caring for that asshole that he could've handled himself just fine, he hunts monsters for a goddamn career. He just adores the way you jumped to take his side.

- expressing your wish to find or atleast thrift a brown carhartt jacket similar to Sam's, only for him to offer giving it to you whenever you wanna wear it. - "S'okay you can wear it i don't mind, you just have to ask me before, yeah?" - he also can't stop blushing at the sight of you in his already baggy jacket appearing more larger on you.

- the jacket engulfs you in this sense of security and an addictive smell of Sam (his fav earthy cologne) - the way you're looking good, happy, and warm in his jacket makes Sam's heart skip a few beats. - Dean smirks and compliments you, having to take a double look to confirm it's infact Sammy's jacket on you "Looking good, Y/n" he smiles and sends Sam a wink you're to oblivious to notice but you do notice the tone he uses, replying back skeptically "Thanks?" but you shrug it off asking Sam if he wants to come with you to this fast food place to bring back dinner.

- When Dean's brain cells put 2 and 2 togheter and realizes you and Sam are absolutely pining for eachother he purposefully does alot of stuff so you're stuck spending time with Sam and vice versa. It's either an easy move to make you two go out/stay in or it's a geniusly absolutely malefically strategically thinked and mastered 50 step plan that has atleast 20 plan B's in case anything goes wrong but we all know he doesn't need them, the mission goes smoothly each time. if Winchesters are anything, it's stubborn, incredibly and stupidly stubborn so Dean is not giving up on making one of you confess to eachother and if you don't he might take matters in his own hands and scream it out loud enough for You and Sammy to hear.

- he is so eager, the first time you kissed him he automatically assumed he's your boyfriend. - "Is that any way to speak with your boyfriend?" With a jokingly hurt face and a dramatically placed hand on his chest when you're being too mean. - "As your boyfriend and your lore boy.." - "I'm Sam, their boyfriend.." when he's introducing himself to person he knows has certain intentions with you or somebody making you uncomfortable.

- you pulled a muscle in your shoulder while on a hunt and stubbornly denied anything ever hurted even when Sam asked. - you keep rolling your shoulder when Sam says "Looks like you pulled something alright. You probably shouldn't move too much, you'll just make it worse." You scoffed at that, no way Sam for real? I had no idea I had to do that, thank god a smart boy like yourself is right beside me. "Are you mansplaining to me how to let a pulled muscle heal?" You retort, mainly because of the pain partially cause mansplaining is unnecessary and ignorant. And when Sam thought he couldn't like you any more than he already does you proved him wrong. He only chuckled, amused by your snarky reply, even going as far as to apreciate your attitude. "I'm not mansplaining anything, I'm just stating facts. Even a five year old could tell you that overusing a muscle will make the pain worse." He teased back.

- He enjoys the intimacy between the two of you when there are jokes and certain things you and him can laugh about because you're both huge nerds.

- Bobby let's you borrow whatever books you want from his huge ass library (mans probably got illegal books there)

- Bobby and Dean give eachother knowing looks whenever you and Sam literally do anything togheter, you and him pretend not to notice, not even mentioning it.

- guys i wanna cuddle with Sam Winchester so bad it's not even funny anymore *sobbing while my eyeliner mixed with tears is running down my face*

- he's a big cuddlebug I am willing to bet all my life savings and my first born he is. - the way you feel so safe and comforted when his light pole build wraps two arms around you, holding you close, trying to get you impossibly closer. - his hugs are the same, tender yet firm reflecting on his gentle nature. - just spoons you when he finds you on the couch sleeping with a bunch of research papers scattered and dusty old books around you which he tosses aside, because he is too proud to ask for cuddles.

- you wake up in the middle of the night you have no idea what time is it, you have one missing sock, your throat is dry, and you feel an arm draped over your waist getting tighter around you the more you twist around. And that's when you hear it, it's right next to your ear, Sam's low sleepy hum as he stirrs behind you, nudging his face deeper into your neck. You have no choice but to lay there untill he wakes up 'cause there is no escaping.

a/n: again i'm posting this shaking, this took so long I was scared I wasn't gonna finish it. They are so long they might not classify as headcanons but i couldn't care less. The plushie one made me feel like hamilton while writting it lmaoo. Hope yall enjoyed!! 💞 feedback would be very much appreciated<33

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #spn #jared padalecki #spnfandom #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester x you #dean winchester #spn headcanons #Sam winchester is so boyfriend l ahshsgshhs #bobby singer #sam winchester fluff

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wrathofrats · 5 months

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idk why but I thought you may like the idea of Aurora, when she's new to performing publicly, fears that the fans may see her as "the innocent one" or something similar due to her being Very Obviously Smol in comparison to the other ghouls, ghoulettes, and of course, Papa. Being, y'know, a demon, she instead decides she wants to be the raunchiest one on stage...

So she decides to try and sneak a flash of some kind to the crowd during a ritual and it may go a bit further than she intends :]

I hope this is ok!! I modified the request a bit bc I was having thoughts and ideas. It’s maybe a bit misogynistic, dew and Swiss really teasing Aurora over the whole innocent thing. But I am a gay woman so I’m allowed to perpetuate sexist stereotypes and if you disagree you’re also sexist. (THIS IS A JOKE) but know the banter is in good fun, they’re obv all some kind of poly bonded pack thing so auroras gucci.

Or aurora decides to throw her panties into the crowd, and things don’t exactly go her way (based on that panties on dews guitar gif you know the one)

“I’m not doing this with you right now dew” Aurora grumbles, batting his hands off of her.

Dew looks too smug. Like hes won some secret game that Aurora doesn’t know about. A mischievous glint in his eye that makes Aurora want to kick him in the balls to hopefully neuter his perpetual horniness.

It’s their own little tradition at this point in the tour. Swiss and dew and whoever else was bored would come hang out in the ghoulettes dressing room while they pinned their hair to fit neatly under their helmets and to apply the black face paint. Dew usually showed up to steal cumulus’ never ending supply of bobby pins, and swiss was there to help with smearing the paint onto everyone.

“Iighten up your highness” dew laughs, backing away from her with his hands up as if he didn’t just wrap them around her body to grab at her waist. “You’re not this prudish when you come knocking at my hotel door”

“I’m not a prude,” Aurora grumbles. Swiss and dew giggle to themselves as Aurora swipes her hands at them to make them back up from where she’s placed herself on the counter. She can feel cirrus’ glare through the mirror, directed at the two idiots that are currently still laughing among themselves.

“You’re telling me you’re not ms ‘don’t mention sex around the other ghouls! They can’t know I’ve fucked you!’” Swiss teases, his voice pitching to mock auroras. “Come on princess, I don’t know why you demand to be seen as so innocent.”

Aurora wants to scream at them to leave their dressing room already. Dew and Swiss can tend to be idiots while they’re separated, but together? Aurora isn’t sure how they manage to lose brain cells when they combine.

“I just didn’t want anyone knowing I’ve fucked you, I don’t care about anyone else”

She’s not innocent like Swiss says, is she? Sure she’s smaller, tends to be more reserved in that regard, but Aurora thinks it’s unfair to call her innocent of all terms. She could be worse sure, not tending to go as far as humping the stage or groping her bandmates like dumb and dumber, but she likes her little act. She likes her swishy cape and little dances with her tambourine, and how she twirls and -

God maybe she is a princess.

The boys continue to laugh, mostly shoving each other around at this point. Aurora can hear cirrus yell at Swiss to shut up and help her with her paint, even now lost in her own thoughts. Ideas come and go, staring at her lap and swinging her legs. She’s not innocent. She’s just as bad as the rest of them and they all know that. The fans know that too, right? She’s a demon, a fucking creature from hell.

She’s not innocent.

She hops off her perch to shove her way past dew and into the bathroom to pull her uniform bottoms off. Her idea is probably stupid, will probably get her reprimanded and placed on whatever terrible chore imperator comes up with when they get back. But the reactions from the other ghouls, especially Swiss and dew, will make it worth it.

Aurora quickly takes off her panties and pulls her uniform back up, cringing at the feeling of the rough fabric against her. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but the weird insecurity of not wearing underwear makes every sensation feel tenfold.

A 5 minute call sounds through the rooms. She grabs her underwear and hastily puts them in her pocket before running out to get in her position.

Her movements are meant to tease. Hands running over her body, jutting her hips behind her hoping Swiss will look back at her. She wants him to come on her platform, wants him to take her on the innocent act she’s been offering. She wants him to smell her through her uniform.

It’s just an extra personal part in her plan. She tries not to bounce giddily as he does notice and run behind the different set pieces to come walk up into her space. He can feel his breath on her neck as he approaches her, his all too wide smile trying to intimidate her, mock her after their conversation earlier.

Auroras lucky Swiss is good at improv, and an even better performer. Barely reacts as she shoves him to his knees. Even grabs her thighs and mock drags his tongue along her legs. Hes fucking obscene, she should’ve known the reaction she would get like this.

The real reward is the way she can see Swiss’ mouth twitch as he shoves his face right next to her cunt. He can smell her, would nose against the outline if they weren’t still performing in front of thousands of people, honestly she’s sure he’s forgotten considering the way his face turns into a snarl. Aurora is positive she will pay for this later, but for now? She couldn’t be happier.

The second phase of her plan comes once Swiss leaves. She eyes the audience carefully, eyes her bandmates to wait for the perfect opportunity. Dew turns to mess with rain, while phantom moves to mess with the audience on his side of the stage. All the ghouls are occupied, not paying attention.

Aurora pulls her panties out of her pocket, balling them in her fist so they can’t be seen through her hand. Hastily she throws them towards the crowd, praying they make it to their destination.

Whatever she prayed to however, is not listening.

They land directly next to dewdrop, right by his feet as he steps back onto them. He pulls his foot up, eyeing the black fabric in confusion. She watches in horror as he swings them around his finger, looking back at her as if he knows they’re hers,

Before hanging them on the head of his guitar. Displaying them for the whole crowd.

#hastily throws this down #hi #I know this was sent forever ago I’m so sorry #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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sea-of-dust · 5 months

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whahsbebshdd i’m rlly shy abt this and i saw the bedman hcs you wrote and i loved it so much it had my legs kicking and my hair twirling

requesting bedman x a really loving kinda clingy reader,,,,,,

Bedman x GN! Clingy! Loving! Reader

There's no summary it's general headcannons annons letting me be werid!!

N: YIPPEEEEEEE, dont be shy about future requests when open asks are welcomed! thank you for the request!

Warnings: spoilers for bedman during strive and xrd, and minor spoilers for bedmans? Story

He's not escaping you, like ever not like he wants to anyway. "I'm leaving!" "Not without me!" You rush toward the door "you're still in your pjs" "does it matter?" He sighs disappintedly, you could probably do a pushup for everytime he sighs and end up swole and then he'd sigh again

You blame him for being likeable for you being as loving as you are. His kisses even though they're just small taps on the cheek from him they always leave you wanting him to do it again. "Stop" "I'm not doing anything tho" "you're about to ask me if I want to let you brush my hair" "....no" "do it" "yay!" Atleast someone takes care of his physical appearance for em, he's getting free spa days without someone complaining over how much he nitpicks. "Under my nails have been a bit dirty too" "I'll get it" "and there might be a pimple near my leg" "I'll pop it" "dirt in my glasses aswell" you stop what you're doing just to stare it him blankly, even though his eyes were closed he could still feel you staring bullets. "What?" "Are they even prescription?"

He'd enjoy the times he got to appear in your dreams, he's awake able to talk...alot...but his voice is pretty it's not like he'll rant so hard he raps about the same topic twice "when we talk about survival of the fittest-" that was all u listened to before just hearing a mumble of his voice, him just going on and on with you nodding your head. Other than the long 12 page essay front to back that comes out of his mouth he can also be quite engaged in dreams, specifically yours. He'd 100% ask you the next dream you have with him in it. "So what did you dream about?" Your eyes widen before your face goes stone cold "a discount at the supermarket and me trying to make homemade ice cream sandwiches that ended up exploding" he pushes up his glasses "is that so?" "Yea" "because a little birdie told me you were dreaming of me" you giggle, foolish mistake infront of him of all people, you'd have to wipe that dream out of your brain before he gets it outta you

He'd act like he doesn't like how much physical affection, hed be all "love is feable it isn't going to last and most people that are motivated by it end up crying in someone's couch" but everytime you headed his warnings, he'd get a tad...pretty annoyed. "Am I disgusting to you?" "What?" "You haven't hugged me for an entire 6 minutes is there a bug on me?" "I thought you didn't like me being that way" "I do" for the first time you sigh disapointedly "Alright buddy" "so you're not even going to call me Romeo now" you somehow can feel him putting hands on his hips, expect him to be ranting in his dreams because he didn't ever expect you to call him anything other than Romeo and not hug him for 6 minutes. You've learned giving him a small kiss is usually enough for him to forgive you.

You're also the person behind how polished the bed is, with Romeo or not. "You've gotten a bit rusty" it gently squeezes your hand "I ment physically, I'll take it off I wonder if it'll hurt you like this" Delilah trusts you a bit with him not knowing the extent of your relationship. "Don't touch him too much" "you think he'll attack me?" "Maybe" you pat the beds hand "don't worry I can fix him" you feel both siblings give judgemental looks. "That's crazy I can hear your brother sighing and calling me a fool"

#x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #bedman x reader #bedman #bedman guilty gear #guilty gear #guilty gear strive #guilty gear xrd #ggst #ggstrive #gg xrd #gg x reader #gg xrd x reader #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear bedman

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Hey girl!!! I’m back!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Imagine the first time with Miguel not having thoroughly thought about how big he is??? He definitely preps you w/his fingers & mouth for what feels like hours. Your body tremors as you watch him crawl his way up the bed. He’s placing soft kisses along your body as you’re fighting to catch your breath. Your hand goes to his back the other into his hair as he kisses & sucks the delicate skin on your neck. “We’re doing this,” he breathes, looking into your eyes. You eagerly nod in agreement although there’s no need, he was making a statement. Not asking. He kisses your lips before swiftly ridding himself of his undergarments. A breathless “woah” comes out as you stare down at it. Of fcking course the bastards got a very proper massive hammer on him. “Eyes on me.” He smirks as he lifts your chin. His hand goes to the back of your knee, to wrap around his waist whilst he kisses your jaw. You’re not sure if your body shakes in excitement or nervousness. Definitely both. Nonetheless you’re determined… until you feel him press against your center. “Wait,” you nervously giggle hesitantly pressing against his shoulders. He looks genuinely confused. “Give me a second.” You tell him and he growls. “We’re doing this,” he repeats and you immediately nod. “Of course…” you swallow bringing his lips to yours, “just…” you breathe against his mouth before he cuts you off with a feverish kiss. He squeezes the back of your thigh in some sort of warning as he fervently grinds against you. He’s about to go in when you break away the kiss in a mess of nervous giggles, “wait wait wait!” He desperately groans this time. “Just another sec-“ you’re cut off again as he rolls you both over. “Set your pace,” he grumbles. Oh? How polite? His hands travel up your thighs to your hips, gripping tightly. You place both hands on his chest as you slowly sink down. You gasp and stop. He groans, silently curses. Then pulls your body lower onto him. You reach midway before stopping him, hand pushing against his abdomen and the other clasping his wrist as you hiss. Thighs trembling. Not adjusting. You shake your head, grimacing. It’s not happening. That’s as far as you can go. He sits up. You mewl at the movement. “Estrellita,” he grunts against your ear, “take it all.” That was an order. He moves a hand to work up your clit. Loosening you up some more. You moan and whimper, slowly taking all of him. You’re too full, it stings. “So fcking tight,” he hisses, soothingly rubbing your hips. Kissing away your wince he huskily whispers, “I got ya, baby. I got ya.” After encouraging you w/more praises & kisses he gently rocks you against him, “good to go?” You nod wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Great. Can’t hold back any longer, estrellita.”

Mans is gonna take ya to pound town baebee 🐎

GURL!! Tell me I’m right but Miguel would definitely use the pet name ✨Estrellita✨ Ik he does! He calls me so himself 😤 I mean like who wouldn’t wanna be called someone’s “little star” 🤩 am I right or am I absolutely right?? This is also a lil teeny PSA! for all the brilliant wonderful Miguel writers to use the pet name estrellita cause it’s so darn cute!

Sorry for how long this is, I’ve lost my marbles. This heckin bloody man gots me spiraling! I just KNOW he hangs looooow. That cheeky bloke 😑

why am i twirling my hair, kicking my feet?

but like after awhile he fully just gives in and let’s you take control because he’d stuff you full of his cum and have you walking on wobbly legs if he didn’t. he’s trying so fucking hard not to just succumb to the feeling of pleasure you’re giving him, and your hips finally find their pace, and miguel’s grabbing at any part of your exposed skin, mumbling quietly, “doin’ so good estrellita, like you were made for this.”

i’m h word bad nonnie why do you do this to me, also if you aren’t a writer??? UM WHAT THE FUCK??? DO IT NOW PLS

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader smut #mailbox ♡‧₊˚#anon ୨୧

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miguelswifey04 · 1 year

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peter b. parker and you making out (fem!)

short imagine…

peter b. parker and you had just gotten into bed together since it was already late at night. “mmm.” he was holding you closed against his body while you two cuddled in bed, you facing him as you out a leg on top of his. “you smell so good. i can’t get enough of you.” he smirked against you hair, carding it softly. he would twirl your hair strands with his fingers and bring it up close to smell his sweet you hair smelled. he was definitely whipped for you. “you get beautiful by the day, and i am so lucky.”

“oh stop it! you always know how to make me feel pretty though.” you giggled as you continue to trace circles on his chest. he wrapped his arms around you tightly as if you were going to slip away from him. he was very cheesy and very physical affectionate!

“awww, you’re so cute, did you know that?” as he hooked a finger under your chin bringing your pretty face close to his. he smirked a bit while his own breath faded gently on your skin. his minty warm breath tickled you face as you closed you eyes relishing under his touch.

“mhmm, i did know that,” you teased as you gently stroked his face. he took it upon himself to lean in and nibble on your ear. “is that so?” his sensual whisper sent a shiver down your spine. you couldn’t help but moan softly as continued to nibble on your ear. peter loved the way you sound. he loved your little moans or whimpers. it definitely turned him on. a lot.

he continue with kiss and lick your earlobe as his hands roamed around your body, his hands having a kind of their own. “how about i remind you what that mouth of yours was made for?” he whispered. you flinched a bit he was always casually bold with you but every time he would say those things to you made you feel excited and nervous.

“oh? and what was my mouth made for?” you smirked as you tried to remain composed but failed miserably.

"oh, you know." he said, as he moved down to your chin and neck, his lips teasing you as well.

“it was made for those kisses, my love, and other things.” he said in between kisses. “can’t let your mouth get stale now." you couldn’t help but giggle, your giggles were cut off into moans you couldn’t bite down as you felt his lips on your neck. “mmmm, feels so good peter.”

“good, well you better get used to this, cause i’m gonna take it up a notch.” he parted from your neck and crashed his lips onto yours are you mouths moved in sync, encapsulating each other’s lips. he made it his mission to bring you over the edge. “you know i can handle it. i always do.”

“mhmmm. you’re such a good girl always.” he whispered again. he now pulled you by the waist guiding you on top of him, while he continuing his kissing session with you. his hands landed on your hips as he gripped on the fat of your skin, digging his fingers into them. he know how much you love it when he grips onto your body like that. you moaned against his mouth as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, feeling the inside of your mouth as you both made out hungrily. my god was this man so entranced by you.

you felt him start rolling his hips against you. he rubbed himself against the fabric of your shorts. you felt him rub his hard on against your clit that was covered by you panties that started to get wetter by the second. it was very stimulating and set a fluttering sensation on your core. his hands were still on your hips. “you’re already this wet?” he said between the kisses. he felt the way your own essence drenched through your panties through your shorts and onto his grey sweatpants.

“mhmm, you always have that affect on me.” you said shamelessly. you didn’t care and you weren’t embarrassed by it like you did before in the beginning of the relationship. he smirked once again. he loved the atmosphere of the moment and the way you looked on top of him put him in a frenzy. his primal instincts started to kick in

“you’re the most perfect good girl one could ask for." he said. he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “and for that, i’ve got to give a good girl extra special attention." he gently laid you on the bed as he went on top of you, kissing your neck yet again as he went lower to your collarbone.

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a/n: i keep writing these drabbles and never adding a part 2 💀

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner INSPO FROM HER!

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bluedillylee · 4 months

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Episode 4 of the Hexer

ooo some similarities with Netflix Witcher (and the books obviously) with these guys trying to rob Geralt and then Borch, Tea, and Vea intervene.

Tea and Vea look terrible honestly like a cheap halloween costume. This Borch is younger than the Netflix version. I wonder if they'll have them all flirt as a nod to the orgy that happens in the book.

AAAA WE HAVE HEADBAND GERALT!!!!! WOO WOO!!!

this is very like the book from what I remember. Geralt upfront warning Borch that people don't like witchers and treat them like lepers. All the smiles Borch is giving Geralt are making me laugh a little. Geralt looks filthy and Borch is smiling at him like he's about to start twirling his hair and giggling.

ok we've got a time-skip from the last episode. Geralt's been on the road for several years now.

Geralt is a sensitive dude huh? i'm really liking this convo with Borch it really reminds me of the books. It might be actual lines from the books i'm not sure i dont have copy with me rn.

talking about his principles and how he works to preserve human life but he doesn't like humanity very much.

pfft Borch telling Vea and Tea not to brawl even tho that dude totally groped her c'mon dragon man don't be such a downer.

drunk Geralt defending dragon omg i think Borch might be in love hahaha

holy shit are we getting the orgy??? goddamn we actually got all four of them in the tub together.

Netflix witcher I am looking at you rn 00 we didn't even get flirting!? and they got to be in a tub together!!! what the hell

DANDELION!!!! (edit JASKIER!!)

ok i thought this when I read the books as well but Dandelion introducing himself as poet, bard and unmatched in the bedroom (wink wink) to Borch is not straight behavior.

Secondly Geralt smiling at Dandelion as he greats him with a happy "Geralt" is very sweet. A wonderful into to their friendship.

oh they call him Jaskier in this too. Is Dandelion only a book name then? wait I remember there being some thing about them localizing the polish name for english readers. hmmm yep he's jaskier in the original polish version.

hold on we're probably going to meet Yennefer in this episode too! It's been very book accurate this episode and Jaskier just said they're waiting on a wizard to arrive.

OMG!! i should've just shutup and watched she's here!!!! aaaaahhh geralt's face haha yes

why is there no equality with nudity? I have seen full on female nudity several times now but have I seen even one dick? its sexism is what it is. I want to see a dick, for feminism!

hmm so Yennefer says he wants a lover and a mother (girl i hear you) and he has no purpose just wandering around killing monsters

aaaa they're hanging from the cliff and the reavers want to let them fall. omg Yennefer tells Geralt to save himself

Jaskier's helping them up (my ot3!!)

ooo scary Geralt begging the reaver to draw his sword so he can kill him. and he's back to looking goofy because wtf kinda kill was that i can't even tell if the other guy is dead or not.

ugh this dragon looks terrible. netflix version was also awful. why is it so difficult to design a kick ass dragon? his head is so small compared to his body as well as having tiny arms. Borch skipped arm day and only jacked up his legs

haha jaskier really is Donkey from shrek, dragon flirting and all

that was all very chaotic but they saved the ugliest baby dragon there ever was. Seriously tho that thing is butt ugly

what does Yennefer mean by saying she is a shard of ice? I'm trying to remember the short story. I felt like in that story she felt like there was a part of her that could never be loved or fully accepted and understood and that's what she meant by it. Hmmm I'll have to go back and read it again.

#blue watches The Hexer

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nights-legacy · 1 year

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Body Snatched - Hawks

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Note: This is a romantic pairing. I have a request for a parental Hawks as well that I haven't done. So, I just wanted to clarify!!

Body Snatched Masterlist

2109 words Warnings: unwanted touches and actions, attempted assault, small mentions of blood -You and Hawks have been together for years. You both had come onto the hero scene about the same time. Hawks was a lot higher than you in the charts but everyone knew you two were together. So it was beyond everyone's understanding on why a new sidekick of Hawks' decided to take interest in you.

Hawks had responded to a distress call in a beat up neighborhood. The call was put out by his sidekick, Radar. When he got there, Radar led him back to where the 'problem' was. They were met by a man who began to tell Hawks what was going on, only to switch Radar and Hawks as soon as the Hero was distracted.

Y/N's POV

Soft music was playing through the room as I filled out some reports. They had backed up and I took the afternoon to work on them. It was getting to the time of shift changes and I was expecting Hawks at any time. I kicked off my boots and pulled my legs up to get more comfortable.

"H/N?" I loved up at my office door to see my head sidekick. "I'm going to head out for the day. Is that okay?"

"Of course. Go on. You did good work today, Fauna." I nodded.

"Thank you, H/N. The next shift is in the locker rooms so they should be out shortly." She informed me.

"Alright, thank you. Oh!" She paused as she left. "Have you seen Hawks?"

"No, I'm sorry." She shook her head.

"Okay, thank you. Have a good night." I said.

It was nearly an hour later when I heard the familiar voice of my boyfriend echoed through the office. I looked up as I heard him come closer. He popped his head in giving me a classic smile.

"Sorry I'm late, babe. I got a distress call at the last minute." He stepped in, closing the door behind him.

"Oh? Is everything alright?" I looked back down at my last report.

"Yeah. Turned out to be a false alarm." He came over and heart against my desk next to me. I could feel him staring at me as I worked. He reached out and began to twirl a piece of hair. He then leant down and brought the strands to his nose. I raised my eyebrow in question.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked. He hummed an acknowledgement. I chuckled and set the report in the done pile. I sat back and looked up at him. He gave me a charming smile.

"Done?" He asked as he knelt in front of me. He set his hands on my thighs and began to run them up and down. I nodded while reaching forward to brush some hair out of his eyes. He moved in closer and tapped his nose against mine before he traced his nose down my chin to my neck. He inhaled deeply causing me to giggle.

"What's gotten into you?" I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. He began to nip at my skin. "It's not close to season, is it?"

"Huh?" He pulled away and gave me a confused look. "Season? What are you talking about?"

"Keigo..." I gave him an equally confused look. Before I could ask further, a sidekick came in the door.

"H/N I just got a call from... Oh I am so sorry." They exclaimed. I looked to see they standing there with a hand over their eyes.

"It's alright. What were you saying?"

"Oh, umm... I just answered a call from Endeavor asking if you were still in?"

"Oh, no. Definitely not." I got up, grabbing Hawks by hand and pulling him from the floor. "Tell him I'm off for the night. I am not dealing with the hot head tonight." I threw my boots on quickly. The sidekick chuckled.

"Got it. Have a good night." They left. I turned to Hawks.

"Come on. Let's get home." He nodded. We left quickly and began our stall home. Normally, he offers to fly us home but he didn't even mention it. I figured he was tired though.

As soon as we arrived home, I was stripping out of my hero suit. I was ready for a shower and eat something more than just snacks or take out. I had just taken off my shirt and turned to speak to Keigo. I paused though when his eyes were nearly popping out of his skull, staring at me.

"Are you okay, Kei?" I asked in a light voice, cocking my head to the side.

"Hmmm." He didn't seem to hear me and looked down my body. Something was definitely up.

"Keigo?" I tried again, louder.

"Huh? What?" He met my eyes frantically. I looked him over to check if he was hurt or anything. I didn't see anything.

"Are you okay? You're acting strange?" His wings tense on his back. That sent up a warning in my mind. "Tired from the day?"

"Uh, yeah. Just tired." He quickly agreed. I pursed my lips slightly, not convinced.

"Okay... I'm gonna take a shower. See if there is anything in the cabinets or fridge you want for dinner." I went to go to our room.

"Yeah, yeah. I can do that." Once inside our room, I paused in thought.

What is up with him? I've not seen him act like this in years. I pondered for a few minutes before deciding to deal with it after my shower. The hot water was a welcomed distraction. My muscles relaxed and I let out a low moan. Halfway through, I could hear my phone going off in the other room.

"Hey Keigo! Can you check my phone?"

"Yes!" I waited for a few minutes before asking about it.

"Anything important?"

"No!" His voice pitched, causing me to pause. "No, no. Just some spam stuff."

"Okay." I could hear him rustling around in the other room and hurried to finish, starting to get uneasy.

Radar's POV

I stared at the text that was on their phone. Encleaver had called and Text multiple times. I tried to unlock it by the fingerprint and it opened.

"Shit. They let him into their phone..." I snickered. I quickly went to check the messages.

H/N the man with you is not Hawks. It's Hawks' body but it's not him, it's Radar. Be careful. I cursed under my breath.

"Anything important?" They called out. I jumped before lying through my teeth. I quickly hid their phone after silencing it.

Y/N's POV

I got out of the shower quickly after that. I dried off slightly before wrapping the towel round me. I padded into my room, Keigo was nowhere in sight. I got out some clothes and laid them on the bed before drying off and getting dressed.

"I'd like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly..." I sang quietly as I dried my hair. A sudden chill went up my back before hands were placed on my hips. "Shit! Keigo, you scared me."

"Hmm, sorry." He said against the back of my neck before kissing it. He moved his body against mine and I could feel him begin to subtly grind his hips against my ass.

"Hey, hey. Calm down there." I pushed his hips away. He whined heavily and pulled me forcibly back to him. "Hey, Keigo! I told you to calm down! Stop!"

"But you're so sexy! I want you so bad." He grinded harder, knocking me off balance. I caught myself on my hands on the bed. My hand landed on my watch. I remembered the message he said was spam and quickly looked at it.

"Shit..." Dread filled my body with words. My skin crawled as he began to remove my shorts. I tried to relax before speaking up. "Hey Keigo?"

"Yeah?" He pulled away from neck.

"Can You let me turn over? I want to see you." I said sweetly.

"Of course, baby." He got up and I flipped over and sat on the bed. He knelt down in front of me and I cupped his cheeks.

"There's my pretty boy." I brushed my lips against his. When he didn't physically melt at my words, all the confusing behavior and actions made more sense. He moved his hands to my waist, trying to push me down and assert dominance. "No, no, no."

"What?" He furrowed his brow at me, still trying to push me down.

"You don't get any of this."I quipped. I booped his nose.

"Oh come on. Stop playing." He said irritated. I sighed before grabbing his chin roughly.

"I said no, Radar." His eyes widened before I head butted him. He fell bachkanto the floor groaning. Keigo's wings twitched as he gripped his nose. I stood up and looked down at him. "No wonder you've been acting weird. I mean I should have known something was up when you were confused about 'season'. Damn."

"I don't..."

"Did you really think you would succeed with this?" I asked. Before he could answer, a loud bang echoed through the apartment.

"H/N!" I heard Endeavor yell. I walked out of the bedroom and saw him and Radar's body. Endeavor was holding another Man in cuffs.

"Bedroom." I pointed towards the door. Endeavor made the man sit and walked that way. Radar's body walked towards me.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm alright, Keigo."

"Good." He relaxed.

"What happened?"

"Radar had organized this whole thing! He hired him..." the pointed to the man sitting in my dining room. "To switch us two just so he could have you. The pervert." Endeavor drags Keigo's body from the bedroom. I was getting a headache from all this.

Tag List: @keigos-baby-bird @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

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liviavanrouge · 5 months

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Thunder Thorns AU: Lover

Say you'll remember me

Thea: *Smiles, sitting with Meleanor, the two laughing*

Lilia: Two women who torture me in the same room, a nightmare...

Cobra: *Chuckles quietly, looking amused*

Ambert: They're gonna kill you for that one

Lilia: *Stares at Thea* I'd like to see then try

Standing in a nice dress

Thea: *Smiles, brushing Silvers hair*

Silver(10): *Sits still, smiling as Livia played with his hands*

Lilia: *Stares at her, smiling as the brooms cleaned up the house*

Thea: *Turns around and smiles*

Lilia: *Perks up then yells in surprise as soapy water soaked him*

Thea: *Giggles amused*

Starin' at the sunset, babe

Thea: *Walks towards the setting sun, a breeze blowing through her hair*

Lilia: Thea-

Thea: *Turns around and smiles at him* I'm coming, don't worry!

Thea: *Walks over, giving him a small smile*

Lilia: *Walks beside her chuckling*

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Thea: *Presses a kiss to Lilia's cheek and walks away*

Lilia: Hey! Wrong spot!

Thea: Is it~?

Lilia: It most definitely is, you know where I prefer them

Thea: *Chuckles and presses a quick kiss to his lips*

Shadow(7): Yuck...

Lilia: *Laughs, grinning at him*

Say you'll see me again

Thea: *Laughs, twirling around, water splashing up around her feet*

Lilia: My love, your feet are gonna be cold

Thea: *Kicks water at him* Worth it!

Lilia: *Leaps into the stream, laughing as he splashed her*

Thea: NO FAIR! *Shields her face, laughing when she kicked water at him*

Even if it's just pretend

Thea and Lilia: *Lay's asleep side by side*

Lilia: *Yawns and rests his head on Thea's chest*

Livia(4): *Clinging to the edge of the bed, trying to climb up* Ma, Pa...

Thea: *Opens her eyes and yawns* Livy?

Lilia: *Chuckles and helps the child into bed* I gotcha

Livia: *Lay's between the two, Thea pulling the blanket over her*

Thea: *Smiles at Lilia then closes her eyes falling asleep*

~~~~

Say you'll remember me

Livia: *Walks through the garden, a breeze blowing through her hair*

Sebek: My Lady!

Livia: *Looks back at him and smiles* Sebek!

Sebek: *Smiles down at her, walking beside her through the garden*

Standing in a nice dress

Livia: *Smiles, practicing her dancing in the ballroom, mirror surrounding her with a window opened nearby for fresh air*

Nilo: Now bow!

Livia: *Twirls twice then curtsy's the council head*

Sebek: *Stares with wide eyes, his cheeks turning pink*

Nilo: *Grins at Sebek then turns his attention to Livia* Good job!

Livia: Thank you!

Starin' at the sunset, babe

Livia: *Runs outside, her hair flying behind her*

Sebek: Lady Liviw! Wait up!!

Livia: *Smiles and stops in her tracks, staring at the sunset*

Sebek: *Reaches forward, and lifts her up, his arms wrapped around her leg*

Livia: *Smiles wide, reaching towards the setting sun, her eyes lighting up*

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Sebek: *Grips Livias hand, caging her in*

Livia: You know I can teleport away right?

Sebek: *Smiles* You won't

Livia: *Giggles quietly* You know me well, I see

Sebek: *Presses a kiss to her cheek, then rests his head on her shoulder, his hands on her waist*

Livia: *Smiles, her hands resting on his shoulders*

Say you'll see me again

Livia: *Stands beside Sebek, her purple Phoenix perched on her arm* Ready?

Sebek: *Smiles down at her then looks at his green Phoenix* I am

Sebek and Livia: *Lifts their arms up, letting their familiars fly away around the school*

Livia: *Laughs, Sebek wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up*

Sebek: *Grins at her, then looks away watching their Phoenix*

Even if it's just pretend

Livia(24): *Sits still for a portrait, smiling softly*

Sebek(24): *Stands behind her, holding twins in his arms*

Belle(5): *Smiles, sitting beside Livia, holding her mother's hand*

Livia: *Glances down at her daughter* You tired, Belle?

Belle: No Mama...

Livia: *Glances back at Sebek, giving him an amused look*

Sebek: *Chuckles, the twins fiddling with his uniform*

@pekoetiikapu

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umnitsa · 1 year

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I have seen the gif with alexei that Say i just got out of prison and I have a lot of energy, and I think it would make a good story where he came home back to his girlfriend and want to spend all the energy he has after being in prison and far from her

I have a lot of energy!

Summary: Alexei just came back after 20 years away. And he has a lot of energy!

A/N: I'm not having the best of times, so I buried myself in this pile of fluff and porn.

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: It's basically cute porn. PIV (unprotected, please don't do this), loving, sweet Alexei.

“Oh, god.” You gasped as you opened the door.

Alexei leaned against the door, smiling tiredly. You hadn’t seen him in a long time, but you could recognize those eyes (and that smile!) anywhere.

“Me.” He said, picking you up in a bear hug, chuckling, and closing the door with a kick of his heel.

“Where have you been?” You asked as he twirled with you in your living room. “I thought you…” You sniffled, your lip trembling, your eyes filling with tears.

“No, no, no…” Alexei kissed all over your face, crushing you against his body. “Please, myshka, do not cry.”

You sniffled, swallowing your tears somehow, his bright blue eyes tenderly focused on yours. Taking deep breaths, you calmed down, and Alexei gently placed you on the floor.

“Come on, food, first.” You dragged him to the kitchen. “Then you can tell me about all that happened. “And about the uniform. Then we can shower. You look like you need one.”

"Umnitsa,” Alexei groaned happily. “You take care of me so well.” He buried his face on the top of your head and sniffed your hair. His voice came out in a whisper. “Thank you.”

He ate like a man starved as you watched. Time had passed, but he didn’t look that different. Tired, hurt, maybe. Bigger, for sure, but he was never a small man, to begin with. Between whispers and laughter, Alexei told you about prison, his escape, everything. You could see him relaxing, the tension melting and disappearing in the air.

Alexei leaned back on the chair and placed one hand on his thigh; his legs stretched, feet apart, his other arm propped in the back of another chair. His eyes narrowed, and his lips crooked in a smirk as he licked his lips. You knew that expression too well… You giggled, blushing.

“Don’t you want to rest a bit?” You asked, surprised.

“Nah.” Alexei stood up and circled the table, standing in front of you and flexing his arms. “I am supersoldier. I just got out of prison. I have a lot of energy.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you laughed. Alexei picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Shower first!” You yelped, and he answered by smacking your ass.

He placed you in the bathroom and stepped back to tug on the uniform. The space was a bit too crowded, with him quickly tugging on the tight uniform. It made you smile.

Alexei stopped, holding his pants, looking into your eyes, his own soft and gentle.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, throwing his pants away and quickly getting rid of his underwear. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” You quickly took your clothes off, pushing him into the shower.

Alexei sighed and moaned under the hot stream of water, rolling his shoulders back. You washed him slowly, massaging his chest and tracing his tattoos with your fingertips. You felt him moving around you, grabbing your shampoo and rubbing his own head with more sighing.

He just stood there, after a while, quiet, still, your hands on his skin, his hands sliding over your sides gently. You looked up; Alexei looked down, into your eyes, with a soft smile. He cupped your cheek, sliding his thumb gently. With a soft smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

“Be good little girl and rub my back?” He asked softly, a dirty smile on his face. You nodded, and he turned his back to you, sighing under the warm stream of water. You did as he asked, enjoying the stream of small, pleasured sighs and groans as you rubbed him.

Alexei looked over his shoulder to watch your hands; you focused on his back and the intricate tattoo.

He was a mountain of a man. Tall and large, he made the whole world look small as he moved. But he looked hesitant as he looked over his shoulder. You sighed.

“I like the tattoos…” You nuzzled his back, kissing his skin before going back to rubbing. “This one here is beautiful.”

“I broke a guy’s arm as it was getting finished,” Alexei growled, annoyed. “He challenged me, so disrespectful. I may be old, but I’m still Red Guardian.” He scoffed. You grabbed his ass and moaned softly; he answered with a relieved chuckle.

“Did it make you feel better?” You asked as you hugged him from behind and slid your hands up his chest and his belly.

“Da.” Alexei grunted.

“Then all is well.” You pulled from him and rinsed all the soap from your body. He turned to you, surprised, puzzled, and just a little bit hurt. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself off, smiling at him.

“I'll be waiting for you in bed,” you said nonchalantly, “Otherwise, I'll spend hours here just feeling you up.”

“Myshka,” Alexei chuckled, looking down, blushing lightly.

“Hey.” You stepped close to the stall. “You’re older and bigger now… And you have some new graffiti.” He chuckled as you pointed to the tattoos. “You’re still handsome.” You moved to the door, smiling. “You made me wait for long enough, big boy.”

Alexei laughed, squeezing the base of his cock. He moaned softly, letting the water run over his face. He was tired (and you were right, he needed a shower); Alexei thought about you all those years in prison. Now you were so close. So close. Freedom and paradise in your body. He was a simple man.

But he wouldn’t last long, he feared, growling at his cock. He felt so desperate.

He dried himself slowly; if he gave in to his desperation, it would be all over too soon. And he really wanted to see you come first.

You watched Alexei entering the bedroom slowly, prowling like a big wild animal, eyes fixed on yours. A full blush covered your body; you could feel yourself getting wet quickly.

“I remember you like my fingers.” He climbed the bed, crawling over your body, covering it with his expanse. Without a moment of hesitation, Alexei kissed you deeply; his body trembled over you as he tried to control his instincts.

“You don’t need to hold back.” You said as he broke the kiss, panting. He moaned, pulling back to kneel between your legs. Alexei was a sight, on his knees, his thick cock pointing up. He squeezed the base, and you could see precome pulsing from the head. It made your mouth water.

“I will not last long.” Alexei licked his lips, sliding one big hand over your thigh ever so slowly. He covered your pussy with his hand, a thumb diving between your lips, brushing your clit gently. He moaned softly, feeling your wetness. “I kept thinking of you… I need to watch you come.”

“You made me wait for long enough, love… Please!” You said, whimpering, and he stopped, looking into your eyes. You could see the hunger in his eyes, intense and wild, and the moment his resolve snapped, it took control.

“Oh, myshka…” Alexei grabbed your hips and moved forward, with a quick pause to align his cock to your pussy. He pushed into you ever so slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Alexei closed his eyes, for a moment, taking deep breaths.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and after a moment, he started moving, looking into your eyes. You grabbed his arms, consumed by just how big, he was, around and inside you. You moaned, Alexei answered with a grunt, his hips slamming into yours.

He looked at you with soft eyes, his lips half open. Alexei raised an arm, cradling your shoulder and your head, then lowered his head, touching your forehead with his. He grabbed your hips, moaning softly as he squeezed you.

“Missed you.” Alexei moaned. “So much.”

His thrusts picked up speed and he started kissing your lips, your cheek until his lips settled against your ear. He moaned softly, his hips grinding against yours, putting pressure on your clit.

You moaned, overwhelmed by his body, his presence all around you. He filled all of your senses.

He shifted his hips, thrusting at a different angle. You were suddenly reminded of the size of his cock, how long, how thick he was; you felt him impossibly deep inside you, splitting you open.

Alexei was close. You could tell from his grunts, from how he ended every thrust with some grinding as if he was trying to bury himself in you even deeper… As if it was possible.

You were so close to coming it almost felt like agony. Alexei moaned, and you tensed, your body spasming as your orgasm burst through your body in an explosion of pleasure.

He watched your face, frowning, panting through his mouth. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm, but your expression of pleasure, combined with your whole body tightening around him made him come undone.

He kept thrusting weakly, kissing you with gentle brushes of his lips against yours.

With a sigh, he pulled from you to lay on his back, dragging your body over his, until your head was over his chest. One big arm cradled your body, his hand on your ass, while the other caressed your hair. You slid a leg over his, your hand caressing his chest.

“I’m happy you’re back.” You said softly and kissed his chest.

Your body relaxed against him and sleeping seemed like a good idea. You closed your eyes and as your breathing became deeper, Alexei grabbed your ass, bringing you back.

“Don’t sleep.” He said, looking down.

“Hm?” Alexei grabbed your hand and placed it on his hardening cock. “Whoa.” You chuckled, tiredly.

“Lot of energy.” He said, his voice low and gruff, and he pulled you over him, making you straddle his body. He chuckled, pushing your hips until his cock pressed against your pussy. “Tell me when you want to stop. If you want to stop. I miss seeing you dumb on my cock. I know you do too.”

You moaned as he pushed into you. He chuckled, grabbing your hips.

Alexei kept you awake through the whole night and most of the next morning. He had fucked you in all your favorite positions, even repeated some. You were sore, your body completely slack and you kept begging for more; he used you as a doll, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear, thanking you every time you let him fuck you.

You two slept tangled in each other, and as you drifted to sleep lulled by his soft snoring, you knew the marathon would continue the moment he woke up. He really had a lot of energy.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #mayb writes

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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Hey!! I had posted a reply to the amazing ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good’ fic for felix letting you know how great I thought it was but I just had to send you another message too because it was that good! ☺️ It was a MASTERPIECE!!! I love the way you took my idea & made it sooo much better; it’s pure gold 😍✨ I was literally melting into the biggest puddle with each adorable frickin nickame you were using because we know Felix would use as many as possible! Love, doll face, sweetheart, baby girl, etc. were so sweet it had me smiling like a damn fool as if he was saying it to me.

C'MERE RIGHT NOW! i wanna smooch you (with consent) repeatedly. don't run - why are you running? - i just want to love you - come back please! you freaking sweetheart, you absolute cutie patootie, you angel. you're my babygirl now, i'm so sorry, i don't make the rules - except that i do, and you're babygirl now. deal with it.

thank you so much for requesting, i was SO excited by your idea! i never would've written it if you and your glorious, beautiful brain didn't have the idea in the first place! thank you for trusting me to write your request, and i am overjoyed that you loved it so much!

i'm literally melting into the biggest puddle right now 'cause of your compliments, just WOW! i love you with my heart, you hear me? come back ANYTIME you want, i'd be really jazzed to write more of your other requests! and i was definitely twirling my hair, kicking my legs in the air, blushing, giggling, full heart-eyes when writing I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good, i was so enraptured with your idea that it just flowed so effortlessly.

all my love unto you, and as many forehead kisses as you can handle! 🖤

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someone1348 · 2 years

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Heyyo I know it is very late in December, I have had a lot to do but here is my commission for Giggles and Ghasts!

I was sent a prompt for: @commit-eye-bleach so if this tag works I hope you enjoy!

The people in this: lee!osmp!sneeg, ler!osmp!ranboo

I'm using She/Her Pronouns for Ran because they said that their character in orgins was trans!fem! Just so no ones confused! /pos /gen

Tw: none!

With all that being said Enjoyy!

-K :]

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Tickles for the tiny one

Today was supposed to be just like any other day, key word, was. The Enderian was going to go out and gather materials for her base and for general basic needs but her plan came to a pause mid journey when she felt tiny tugs to her cape from the ground.

"Huh?" She tried to look down and around to see what or who it was, there were two people who could go small so she had a 50/50 shot at guessing. "Where?!" She twirled and still nothing! She was starting to think she was crazy until she heard a tiny giggle and felt someone crawling up her body like a jungle gym.

"Hehey! Woah!-" She fell to the ground, tripping on her cape just to see a tiny sneegsnag in front of her face

"Helloooo!" The tiny one spoke as Ran giggled and smiled back at him "Hello you little sneak!" Sneeg giggled moving down to his shoulder "Stahap it!" Ranboo giggled taking him off of her shoulder and into her palm glaring at him jokingly.

"What's up Sneeg?, you're stopping my mining plans" Sneeg smirked sitting in her palm "I wanna join you! Pleaaasseee" Ran rolled her eyes with a smile "It looks like I have no choice"

She smirked back as a mischievous idea formed in her head "You know Sneeg, I think im gonna cancel my plans I found something much MUCH better to do~"

The Inchlings eyes widened as he tried to scrabble out of her hand but it was too late, Rans pinkey finger, which normal sized to a person but huge for an Inchling, landed right onto his stomach wiggling around as, the now trapped sneeg broke out into laughter,

"NOHOHO WAHAHAIT RAHAHAN NOHOHOT THEHEHERE-" He snorted a little as Ran cooed

"Awwwww you're tiny little giggles are sooo much better then mining for materials!" She smiled moving around to each of his sides

"PFAHA-" Sneeg shrieked kicking his tiny legs out "RAhahan PlEheheASe! I dihIhiN't dOho AnytHihiNg! WRohoNG!" He rested his head in her gentle palm as she snickered,

"YOU decided to climb my like a jungle gym and make me think im crazy so yeah, you deserve these tickles, Tickletickletickletickle~" She moved back to his stomach swirling around his bellybutton.

"AHAHAHAHA" Sneeg snorted again before he spoke "I GIHIHIVE!"

Ran rolled her eyes again with a giggle as she moved to his neck, gently tickling him there to keep him giggly

"Ihihit tihihickles"

"Im so glad it does! You're having so much fun!" She smiled before rubbing away the ghost tickles "You okay Sneeg?"

Sneeg nodded giggling as he caught his breath trying to stand up again on her palm "Thahat was ehehevil"

"Oh pleased you clearly enjoyed it!"

"No comment"

They both giggled as Ranboo put him back on her shoulder "You're safe with me, you can rest here while I mine okay?"

Sneeg yawned before questioning him "Wahahait what happened to the change in plans?"

She giggled ruffling his hair gently with her pinky "That was the change in plans"

"Ohhhhh,,, HEY! WAIT!"

"HAHA!"

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So I don't know if ya'll saw yet but I did remove the dream smp/mcyts out of my account bio, so this is my last fic of them, I apologize to everyone who only follows me for those fics, I am not unfollowing anyone or deleting any of my other dsmp/mcyt posts I'm just no longer writing for it! I understand if you want to unfollow me because of this decision, but I have made up my mind on this one /gen

This was a great send off! :] I hope everyone understands, Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Never forget your worth, you are valid, you are loved and I could not be more proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

#giggles and ghasts #k writes tk things #lee!sneeg #ler!ranboo #orgins smp #orgins smp tickle #origns smp tickle fic

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28 - Keys to the Kingdom

Part 29

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Pacing in front of the fireplace I held up the phone to my ear ranting to my sister Caroline. "Everything is fine, Care. I mean even though Elijah is being held captive by Marcel. And I think we saw a vision of our future twins...nevermind I guess everything isn't fine." Running my fingers through my hair I throw my head back feeling my fangs trying to come out since I haven't had blood yet today.

"Well it sounds bought as typical it does here. There's apparently this family of witches called the Gemini. They don't have their own magic so they have to siphon it from something else supernatural. And Alaric is dating one of them and she has a crazy pyscho twin brother." She responded through the phone clearly in a huff over everything that was happening. I knew we both just wished our lives could be normal for once.

Slumping down onto the couch I twirl pieces of my hair. "On a more normal note how's mom - oh!" I cut myself feeling two little kicks against my stomach.

"Mads, you okay?" My twin asked, concerned.

Even though she couldn't see me smiling I giggled as one baby kicked. "Yeah sis it's just they're kicking...baby 1.." Another kick followed shortly after where I rested my freehand there. "There's baby 2...Care I can't wait until they're born."

"Me too, Maddie. Oh my gosh we haven't even had a chance to throw you a baby shower yet!" She scoffed through the phone so disappointed in herself.

"It's alright, I don't need a baby shower... I have all that I need already " I replied turning her on video call so she could see I was serious.

"Every pregnant woman dreams of having one and I am going to make sure you have the best baby shower ever " Caroline exclaimed.

"Alright, fine you can plan it but please nothing too big " I said.

"Don't worry little sis, it won't be that granded " she replied with a tiny devilish smile which I noticed.

"Care, I mean it " I stated, staring at my sister knowing she was up to no good.

"Don't worry, It will be just a small gathering with just family and friends " she promised before I hung up the phone looking out the front door. Opening it I instantly grabbed my head feeling pain. Looking up I winced seeing a girl with brown hair holding her hand up meaning she was a witch.

She flickered her wrist snapping my neck before I could say anything. "Marcel told me about you and that baby." My head fell onto the curb until I woke up a few hours later laying in a circle full of vampires. Scanning the room I recognized Rebekah standing behind Marcel until she noticed me.

"I thought I said no harming her and the babies!" She scoffed bending down on a knee seeing that I'm not hurt right before someone vamped behind me.

She vamped back seeing it was Klaus. He helped me to my feet seeing the veins appearing underneath my eyes. "How about we get you some blood.." He looked around the room getting in a fighting stance beside me watching the vampires circle around us closer. "Vampires of New Orleans! Do recall that I am an Original. A hybrid. I cannot be killed. Eternity is an awfully long time. How long, do you think, Marcel will stay in power? What if one of you lot were to release me, knowing I will be eternally in your debt? Oh, I would pity those of you who dared to cross me. I can assure you, your ends would be spectacular. To borrow a trick from an old friend." He streches out a hand with a coin in it. "Whoever picks up... this coin... gets to live. Now which of you magnificent bastards wants to join me?"

Marcel looks around at his men who didn't make a move for the coin. "Anyone wants that coin, pledge allegiance to Klaus. Take it now. Go ahead. The choice is yours....Take him."

Two vampires moved forward where I grabbed one by the arm snapping their neck. Klaus breaks the other's leg then his neck raising his hands away from his sides smirking. "Even with my humanity on you won't hurt my twins." I said revealing my fangs with my hands into fists at my sides.

Some vampires behind is threw out chains wrapping them around his wrists but he throws them around for a few seconds. Three vampires raced directly for me but I twisted the arm of one throwing him against the wall. The second one I bite into his neck dropping him on the ground then the last one I choked them out until I could get a good hold and snap her neck. I felt a burning in my throat whipping my head around I gasped seeing that the vampires had overpowered him. They shoved Vervain and wolfbane in his mouth. He bends his head down then lifted it up revealing his hybrid eyes. "Running is the best option if I were you two." I suggested looking to Rebekah and Marcel.

Nik broke the chains wrapping them around a vampires throat killing two of them. Vamping forward towards the group I tilted my head motioning for the two boys to come at me. They do but I grabbed them by their shoulders slamming them back into each other where they landed flat on their backs. I winced sharply feeling a knife into my back by a blonde vampire. "Grah - Nik!" He whipped his head around ripping the heart out of the chest of the vampire that stabbed me. He draws the dagger out of my back slowly handing it to me.

A red head vampire tries to snap my neck but I shoved the blade into it. She dropped against my shirt staining it with blood. I shoved her off hearing Nik holler out covered in blood too ripping throats of some vampires. "Marcel! Come and finish this!"

She dropped the dagger in her hands vamping forward before he got himself killed. "No! Take the coin!"

"What?" He asked not understanding what she meant.

Rebekah gasped watching me sink my fangs into another girl who attempted to take the knife from me. "He won't stop until everyone is dead. And he will kill you too. End this. Pick up the coin!"

Nik and I nodded to each other vamping forward grabbing each of the vampires biting into their necks. Removing my fangs I sighed hearing Marcel holler out. "Enough!" Nik released the girl he had in a choke hold with blood still running down his chin like me.

"Well, well, well. The great Marcel, self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, bowing before me." Nik slowly walks forward intertwining his hand with mine while I wipe blood from my chin with my other hand feeling really tired now.

Marcel throws away the coin in our direction now on his knees in front of us. "There. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours."

Nik glanced down to me smiling then back down to the vampire. "From here on out Maddie is your queen...and if you ever attempt to come after her again. I will kill you without hesitation." He wrapped his arms around my waist vamping me bridal style back to the compound.

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