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bunnis-monsters · 7 months ago

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Fighting like vampires and dogs

Vampire x Fem!Reader x Werewolf

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 2nd

Oct 1

Oct 3

warnings: public sex, threesome, knotting, breeding, blood drinking, two ps in one v, possessive behavior

summary: You’ve been friends with the werewolf and vampire for a few years now, and they’re both head over heels in love with you… but they hate each other! It takes them saving you from a common enemy to realize sharing is caring…

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It wasn’t uncommon for your two friends to bicker over who got to spend time with you, but it was unusual for them to get so violent.

“I told you, this week she’s mine.” your werewolf friend sneered, bearing his canines as he stood on his haunches.

“And like I’ve said, I couldn’t give less of a shit about what a filthy mutt has to say. This week, she’s MINE!” your vampire friend retorted, hissing as his brown eyes turned red and his fangs extended, ready to sink into the wolf’s flesh.

“That’s enough!”

You smacked them both over the head, huffing. “You can both come with me to the club tonight! It’ll be fun, maybe you’ll even bond together.”

It wasn’t easy getting them to go out with you… ut the second you suggested going alone they were already picking out something to wear.

The two were protective, staying at your side and watching your short dress, making sure it didn’t ride up. Anyone that dared to look at you were emt with menacing glares and flashes of sharp teeth…

Despite them hovering over you constantly, all it took was a slight bump from the other to set them off.

“Fuck, don’t touch me, mutt. I’m only here for her, you should just leave.”

“Oh really? Why don’t I rip out your throat and show you how much a mutt I am?”

You attempted to stop them, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

But after fighting for a bit, they were suddenly alerted to your cries for help. Even over the loud music and their own angry screams, they recognize recognize your scared voice.

“Angel?”

They made their way through the crowd, spotting you being cornered by a tall man. You were looking around frantically, relief spreading across your face when you spotted them.

Within seconds the man was torn away from you and stomped into the club’s floor. You chose to ignore the bloody remains, instead stepping over him and into your friends’ arms.

“Thank you…”

They realized then that no matter how much they hated each other, they loved you so much more. Your safety and happiness would always come first…

And that’s why they both grew hard against you, their hands traveling to your hips and thighs.

Soon you were back on the dance floor, squished between your two friends as they kissed you. The vampire bit down on your neck, drinking your blood as the werewolf rubbed his fat cock against your wert panties.

“W-what if they notice?”

They both nuzzled against you, the vampire dry humping against your fat ass.

“They won’t, the music is loud and everyone is focused on dancing.”

You yelped as your friend’s cock pushed into you, stretching out virgin hole. You were too wet to protest, knowing that after this night your relationship with your two best friends would be changed forever.

He tried his best not to knot you immediately. He had wanted this for so long, and all your werewolf friend wanted was to fill your belly was his cum and knock you up.

The vampire groaned, stroking his cock as he looked over your shoulder, watching the werewolf’s cock push in and out of you. Soon, you felt something else prodding at your hole, wanting access.

Two cocks were inside of you now, and you felt impossibly full. Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was love, but your heart was fluttering and so were your gummy walls.

You came around them, the werewolf quickly knotting you as they both came inside.

Both cocks were trapped inside of you, the vampire burying his face into your neck as his cock rubbed against the werewolf’s fat knot.

“Mmph… happy to see my boys getting along…”

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pearlzier · 8 months ago

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────⠀ ⠀SKATER.ᐟMATT × RICH.ᐟREADER

RICH.ᐟREADER ,, cheetah print. takes no shit. expensive taste. silver jewelry. fur, fur, fur. lip gloss. megan thee stallion coded. always got a sassy comment. knows all the drama. still sheltered despite everything. bad bitch.

SKATER.ᐟMATT ,, beanies. backwards caps. baggy everything. cuts and bruises from skating. never not wearing rings. scratches your initials on the back of one of his boards. dominic fike coded. snarky & sarcastic.

NOTES ,, thank u to bae @lovesickgrlsrh0t for planting these brainworms in my head i fear these two are my literal faves atm </3 also the triplets hit 7m n im so proud of them 😞💓 MDNI thank u

YOU'D KNOWN OF MATT BECAUSE OF A MUTUAL FRIEND. the friend was someone you'd gotten to know at a party, not exactly in your crowd, but the party was one with various people who dabbled in various things. you liked the friend, yeah, and they talked about a friend of theirs called matt, often. a skater, like.. one of those types to get caught trespassing on private property whilst hanging out, or something. not the type to attend nice galas and drink the finest wines in fancy ass outfits.

so you hadn't really cared about him, no. he was just a guy you knew of. and to matt, you were just some stuck-up socialite who he'd happened to go to school with since kindergarten. he didn't hate you, no, but like.. he wasn't exactly fond of you. he wasn't into the whole high life you associated yourself with. so it was obvious: the two of you were total opposites and wouldn't interact ever. especially since it was senior year, why would you in the first place?

turns out, it was actually quite simple. you'd been skipping class, as per usual, but had gotten caught this time. matt hadn't completed his coursework. now? detention, for the both of you. you'd most definitely considered skipping detention, since you had other engagements to attend, but you knew your parents wouldn't let you attend any other engagments for the rest of your senior year if you did. you're very clearly upset about detention, a pout adorning your glossy lips, your eyes fluttering around with not an ounce of enthusiasm.

it was just you and matt, you quickly realise. you stare at him for a minute, eyes narrowing. this catches his attention, and he cocks a brow as he glances up at you, "you get detention for havin' a starin' problem or what?" he's blunt, almost dead pan, rolling his eyes at the sight of you just.. staring at him. this makes your brow furrow, "that ain't no way to treat someone you've never talked to before, is it? jeez." you scoff under your breath, folding your arms over your chest. not wanting to act all petulant infront of the.. barely even a teacher, it's some substitute.

matt's quiet as he watches you sit down, the way you sit a far bit away as if being next to him will degrade the expensive material of your outfit. a scoff escapes him, in a similar fashion to your own, and he shakes his head, glancing away. you have this tendency to.. well, not shut up, so you start whining under your breath about how you were supposed to be at some gala, mingling with other stuffy, rich people but you were here. with him.

matt's just watching you, completely baffled and amused by you. it was absolutely so shallow of you and pretty vapid, ut he found himself a little intrigued. his eyes liked what he was seeing, you're pretty, super pretty. you dress like you know it too. "uh," he starts, "you didn't ask for my two cents on the whole.. gala thing, and i know i ain't the type to even be goin' anywhere near those things, but—could always pay someone to go for you. you got the money, don't you?" that causes a silence to settle over you, and you're quiet for a minute.

but then you burst out laughing, a sound that matt knows he wants to hear more of. he tries to hide a small smile, but then you're switching up on him the instant you realise you're laughing at something he'd said. "i got the money, but i ain't payin' someone to enjoy the time i was going to. defeats the whole purpose, dumbass." the smile switching to a glare damn near gave him whiplash. his brow furrows once more, and he raises his hands in surrender.

"shit, okay, okay, keep whinin' then," god, he didn't understand you, not at all. you were something, alright. "..'n' who're you callin' a dumbass?" he mumbles under his breath, sighing as he glanced back at the ceiling once more. giving you a quick glare, in return, that ends your conversation quite abruptly. but both of you are intrigued by eachother, clearly.

"you look so out of place here, kid," matt can't help but laugh at you. the said mutual friend from before had invited you to some party at some random guy's house. a birthday party, or some shit. a total lapse of judgement on your part, you knew, and you'd literally snuck out of your parent's place to be there. why the fuck did you do that for? you looked so out of place, he was right. you're stood there like even touching a single thing'll kill you on the spot.

you glare at him instantly, folding your arms under your chest which instantly draws his attention down to your cleavage. you notice, of course, hating the way a warm feeling bubbles in your stomach from how he looks at you. "don't remember ever askin' for your input," your head tilts, "just 'cause you got a pretty face don't mean you needa' go 'round stickin' your head where it don't belong."

"you think i got a pretty face? how sweet," he sticks his tongue out, a soft smirk gracing his lips. he looks good. dark tufts of hair stick out from beneath his beanie, the colourful lights set up causing a nice sheen to glow down onto his face. you're not crushing on him though—no, no. he's just some skater. he could never give you what you want. "c'mon, relax a little," he says his words soon after his first few just so you don't get a chance to snap at his cocky remark, catching you off guard.

"i don't know anyone here," you mutter under your breath, fiddling with your expensive necklace, once again drawing his attention downwards. he's pretty sure you're doing it on purpose now, honestly, since you keep doing it. those nails.. he's imagining them wrapped around other things, that's for sure. "you know me," his voice is a little gentler, and he nods over to the kitchen where beer pong is set up, "it'll be fun. loosen' you up a lil' bit." you're skeptical for a moment, but you nod, making your way over with him.

he has to say, he's into how quiet you get when you're somewhere out of your comfort zone. you're not as mouthy, or annoying. as much as he loves your banter, the flirty insults between you two, well.. he likes you like this. "you've never played beer pong?" matt's literally gasping, staring at you like you're insane.

your face scrunches up at that, "well, yeah. no one's playin' beer pong at a party where they serve scotch—" you shake your head, sighing. he wanted you to loosen up? you'd loosen up. he gives you a look as if to say chill out, before he laughs quietly when you do, in fact, chill out. "i'll teach you. s'easy." his voice is easy, low. and you notice how close he's stood next to you. "you're a quick learner, m'guessin'."

"sure," you roll your shoulders in a shrug, glancing at the beer pong being set up for another round before you look back at matt. "yeah," you affirm after a minute. matt glances at you with a soft, incredulous look before he shakes his head. "c'mon, i don't bite. neither does the beer. at least, it shouldn't." you're calming down with him already, he likes that a lot too.

you'd had another total lapse of judgement, surprise surprise, having been swayed by the inarguably nice night with matt and his stupid, pretty face into becoming fuck buddies. perhaps not your finest moment, but definitely your most pleasurable. he makes you feel good, so, so good. takes away your stress from all your parents expectations, makes you feel taken care of. you two aren't exactly friends with benefits, more like.. people who know eachother, like acquaintances with benefits. but fuck buddies suits you two better.

it'd started off as getting together once, meeting at another party and giving into the raw attraction between you two. he'd had you beneath him, your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he bucked up into you with a brutal pace. his hands grasped at the bed around your head, a bed in which he had no idea whose it was. hey, he needed you, real bad. the logistics of everything hadn't crossed his mind once. "need you," you'd whined, voice breaking a little with how loudly you'd been crying out his name.

"you're gettin' me, baby," he grunted, grasping at the bed a little tighter as you clenched around him, practically trapping him there. his eyes lift up to yours, a flush covering his face at how damn good you feel. "what d'you want?" he growled, all breathless and heavy, like even speaking took a lot out of him. "need you, ah—after this, too," you couldn't have him just once, that wouldn't be fair. he felt too fucking perfect to only have once.

matt laughs quietly, realising you're on the verge of just babbling from how deep he's fucking you. "shh, sh, i got you," he murmured, lowering his head down to yours to press his lips down against yours to ensure you wouldn't keep talking. between kisses, he whispers, "gonna have me whenever you want, baby. whenever you want." that had you practically squirting, thighs trembling as the movements of his hips stuttered.

he kept up his promise, and whenever you wanted him, you got him. matt didn't want to seem desperate, but he was starting to like you, a lot. those snarky comments and bitchy glares started turning into fond looks and quiet compliments. he wasn't soft on you, he really didn't want to be—but there he was, letting you practically walk all over him in those expensive heels. it wasn't until a certain moment where you realised you felt the same as he did. he fell first, but god damn it, did you fall harder.

matt's buried so deep inside you, all you can think about, all you want to think about is him. he's overwhelming in the best way, having told you to keep your eyes on his or else he wouldn't give you what you wanted. "eyes on me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes," he murmured, your legs hiked up onto his shoulders as opposed to his hips this time. you two had been in many different positions with eachother, sure, but this? how close he is? how he's balls deep inside your cunt? can't think straight.

you lift your eyes to his, swallowing thickly as another whine rips from your throat. he coos softly, "there you are. there's my girl," his girl? you're his girl? he's being so soft, and loving, nothing like he's been before or you've ever had before. it's making you feel some kind of way and it feels wrong, but so right at the same time. "makin' such pretty sounds, lookin' so lovely like this.. you take my dick so well."

"matt—" you gasp softly, trying to bring yourself as close as possible with a swivel of your hips forward. matt groans, his head falling down into the crook of your neck as he slides his hands down to grasp at your thighs. just the feel of the callouses on his hands from various skating accidents has you squealing and whining beneath him. "so good, shit, oh, oh—right there, riiight there.."

"right there? right there?" matt drives himself deeper within you, whining into your skin. his nose brushes against your soft skin, grunting under his breath with each thrust forward of his hips. "i've got you, c'mon, cum 'round my cock for me, let it go, there she is, that's it.." he's thrusting up into you through your orgasm, holding you as close as possible, and even with the pleasure clouding your brain, you're realising that you're most definitely in love.

maybe it's the slow drag of his cock against your walls, as he takes a slower, steadier approach to pounding you into the bed—maybe it's his sweet words, you don't know, but all of it coming together? you're in love.

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tasiawrites · 1 year ago

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Aot men x black reader who is feeling a bit insecure

Cw: smut, mirror sex, recorded sex and whatever else y'all finna tell me

Connie

He found out when you were adding stuff to your cart but never asked for his card to buy them, when he asked you why you just off-handedly mentioned that you weren't pretty enough to pull it off. Incorrect.

Now you were sat on Connie's lap. His rough fingers played with your clit, while his dick rubbed against your sweet spot. “Look at the phone mama,” he whispered in your ear. You whined as you watched yourself cum on his dick. You watched as your tits bounced with each thrust. You tried to look away as the camera panned up to your face showing you what you looked like as you came all over Connie's dick. “Look mamas, look how pretty you are,” Connie said kissing your cheek as your pussy fluttered around him in both embarrassment and pure arousal. “Now put the next one on, we're not done.”

Eren

You had been at a party and overheard some people talking. Saying shit like Eren could do better than you. It hurt a little bit as you looked over to where a model-like girl was talking to him. You believed it for a second.

That didn't last long. Once you go home Eren realized something was wrong now he was fucking you an inch from insanity. “Ren I'm sorry slow down,” you whimpered pushing your hand against his hips in a futile effort to get him to stop, or slow down. It wasn't working, he kept fucking you like a man on a mission. He slapped your hand away. “Nah, this is what you get for listening to bitches shit talk,” he said angrily as he plowed through your pussy making your juices fly everywhere. “Gonna come ren… please,” you begged. He just leaned down and captured your lips in a sensual kiss as you came all over him. He slowed down with his forehead against yours. He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. “you know I love you right?” You nodded in affirmation. Eren smiled, “Good, now turn around and catch this nut, ion wanna hear any of that shit again.” He said slapping your ass as an indication for you to put your face down and ass up.

Armin

You had taken too long to come and watch a movie with him. He found you standing in front of the mirror looking at yourself with a look in your eye he didn't like. At all.

Your thighs quivered as Armin stopped again. “C’mon princess, keep going or I'll stop again,” he whispered against your pussy. His blue eyes looking into your brown ones. You looked away in embarrassment as the sight of his face covered in a mess you made in this situation was a bit much. “I- I'm pretty,” your voice cracked into a moan as you felt him dive back in eating you out slow and sweet. “I'm smart,” you said again trying not to cover your face in embarrassment. Armin making you affirm yourself was embarrassing enough, but if you stopped or said anything he didn't think was good enough he would stop. “I'm p-perfect,” your thighs clenched around his head as he sucked on your clit gently. “Min, m gonna come,” you begged trying to both push him away and pull him closer. He just hummed as he looked up at you through your legs. You came with a loud moan. He pulled away and brought his face close to yours. “you're sexy,” he said, pressing a kiss on your lips. “Think you have one more for me princess?” He asked rubbing his tip against your folds.

Onyakapon

His girl? Insecure? No, not possible.

“Onya, please,” you begged, closing your eyes. “none of that,” he growled in your ear. “You're gonna be a good girl and watch me fuck my pussy and watch yourself cum on your dick,” he pressed a kiss on your temple. “Fuck you talkin' bout you ain't fine,” he kissed his teeth in annoyance as he held your face forcing you to watch yourself bounce on his dick. You watched as your pussy creamed all over him messily. Your eyes followed it down his balls and watched it drip to the floor. He tapped your face making your eyes flutter back upward. You met your eyes in the mirror. You took in how utterly fucked you looked. There was drool slipping down the side of your face, your eyes were lidded and teary, even your hair was fucked up. You closed your eyes and tried to hide your face in Onyakapon's neck. That wasn't sliding and your eyes shot wide open as he lay a slap on your clit. “Eyes in the mirror baby, ion wanna see you do that again,” he tsked fucking you harder. “Onya, gonna cum,” you cried, your nails digging into his arm as he began to play with your clit while somehow bouncing you harder on his dick. Your thighs shook as you came, squirting all over the mirror. “That's it cum for me pretty girl,” he kissed your cheek, licking off the tears that escaped your eyes.

#aot x black reader #onyakapon x black reader #armin x black reader #eren x black reader #connie x black reader #black reader smut #aot smut

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trashmouth-richie · 10 months ago

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vitiosus + deliciosus [vicious + delicious🥀] || pt 2 of dulcis ut rosa

emperor geta x reader || things progress for geta + his little gnat || 4k

18+ smut, oral: female receiving, choking, slapping, biting, spanking

pt 1: dulcis ut rosa m🥀 || pt 1 ½: dulex🥀

pt iii frangere me 🥀 || 🥀 pt iv: as caelum vel infernum, tecum sum

You didn’t know what was to come of you after tonight’s rendezvous in Geta’s chambers. You could hardly sleep, your body sore in places you didn’t think were possible, but not in a discomforting way.

The pain was more of an ache, a pulsating want for the time spent in his bed. You daydreamed of his strong hands pressing bruises into your hips, of his mouth hot and wet all over your skin, the bitter tang of your own blood on his lips as he licked the bites better.

Geta was a force to be reckoned with. Dominating both outside and inside of his chambers. All of Rome feared him. A flutter filled your stomach at the mere thought of those dark eyes seamlessly devouring you when you worked up enough courage to look into them. No, you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight.

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Caracalla carried on the next day pretending the previous night hadn’t happened. As if his miniscule brain shut out what he had done, carrying on with the daily run of nonsense. He smiled like a gleeful infant who had just discovered his toes at the first meal of the day. Gnawing on ripened fruit and leftover pork, he looked like a wild animal.

As if he had vanished with the night, Geta was nowhere to be seen.

During prandium, you asked a woman from your village as casually as you could manage if she had seen the missing Emperor.

Prisca turned up her nose at your question, questioning why you so desperately needed to know. Replying with a tone that matched her own, you very carefully articulated how Caracalla had asked you to find out. Ending the conversation with a clipped lip, reminding Prisca of your status to the Emperors, and hers with the lowest of soldiers ones missing limbs and their gift of sight.

Geta didn’t show for any of the day's events, giving Caracalla a taste of running the empire solo, a smear of greed on his protruding crooked nose. You were the only one to notice his absence and if the entire palace didn’t seem to take note, you’d act the same. Deciding to leave it alone, remembering the virtue in patience, you’d wait until tonight to catch his eyes in yours once again.

The sun seemed to taunt you all day with its beautiful rays, staying longer than it had the day before, never quite ready to go to sleep. The shimmering heat laughing at your dismay as you waited for the moon's powdery face to finally clock in for her shift.

You could hardly stand being in Caracalla’s arms as he held you close to him, his breath stinking of an ungodly amount of wine, making you promise that you would never leave Palatine Hill. Pleading that you’d stay with him forever until his dying day. Agreeing like a dutiful servant, you hoped and prayed that that day would come sooner than later.

—

Geta couldn’t pull himself out of bed the next day. Palace servants came and went, offering to move the drapes, karting in mountainous plates of food, but he had refused everything. Only barking orders to bring as much wine as they could carry.

Drowning himself in rivers of wine, he couldn’t remember a single time since infancy that he felt completely worthless. He was an Emperor for fucks sake. Others may succumb to feelings but not him, never him.

Maidens fell at his feet, begging for his attention. He called the shots, fucked them stupid then tossed them away like scraps. Not once had he let any of them get to a place inside of himself he couldn’t pinpoint.

He couldn’t get away from you. Your scent surrounded him, the jasmine perfume of your hair lingered on his sheets. A subtle hint of sugary sweet honey was still on his skin. He hated himself.

Loathed the love sick pup he had become in the twilight hours as he gazed at the ceiling, still tasting your core on his lips, his rings sticky and coated with it. Unwilling to remove them in fear that the tiny bit that belonged to you, created by him, would wipe away.

His hair was still askew in the same fashion you had rung it around your fingers. Cock hard again remembering the way your body felt in his hands, how that sweet little cunt gripped him tighter than anyone before.

The sheets blushed a crimson that neither of you had noticed that broke from your body. He smirked at the thought of his brother unable to make an untouched woman bleed. Clearly he was less than endowed, his size comparable to that of a dangling beetle.

Geta laid in the stains from the two of you, a complete and utter mess of a man unable to forget the sweet little gnat. No longer buzzing in his ear, but pulling at his mind, suffocating every other thought. The gnat wormed her way down into the cavity of his chest, laying against the pinky ventricles cozying up to the dying organ, coaxing it back to life.

“Cupid’s fool,” he spoke aloud then, as if he confirmed it to nobody but himself, “body and soul.” A small smirk on his lips as his feet swung from his bed heading to the bathing room to wash himself before the moon peaked in the onyx painted sky, and he met you in that corner corridor.

—

You traced the stones down the hall as you walked until the pads of your finger went numb. After not seeing or hearing from Geta all day, you questioned your sanity as you approached your typical spot as you always did night after night for months. Would he even show?

Caracalla was exceptionally gleeful this evening, an odd thing considering most of the time he cried like an infant throwing tantrums like a toddler.

Your heart raced at the possibility of seeing Geta. You’d never taken into account how handsome he was, and now without seeing him for a full day, you found yourself almost missing catching glimpses of him.

He had two looks that he offered to everyone else. Either sheer and utter boredom, fiddling with his rings in a lazy fashion— or his eyes narrowed into slits, nostrils flared and a twitch kissing the corner of his eyelid, that permanent scowl rising on his top lip.

When he entered a room, he demanded attention in just his body language, shoulders square and broad, chin held high and his jaw tight. Generals rose for him, servants leapt out of the way to avoid him until needed. He was a brute of the highest power.

But in the months of meeting him in the darkness, you had gotten to know how Geta operated. What made him tick, the fatigue wearing on his face after stressful days. The crease between his brows when you told him of Caracalla’s movements—studying, brooding.

It gave you a sense of power knowing that you were seeked out by him. Even if only for information and a wet mouth, you could feel it emanating from him to you when he came. It started roughly. But lately it was almost as if it could be intimate at times. And you weren’t sure what that meant. Either way— with Geta, you knew you were safe.

Darkness enveloped you on your blind approach to the infamous corridor. For a second, you thought possibly you were lost, somehow turned around until you heard a throat clear, and the handsome Emperor appeared before you, having been blocking the open window from view.

“Emperor, my apologies for keeping you waiting,” your lips fumbling as you bowed before him at the waist.

A chuckle rumbled from Geta, “you aren’t late, I am simply early,” he said, scratching at his chin, “I’ve been roaming around since the light left.”

“Oh?”

He simply nodded then, twirling a ruby ring around his finger, “…I have received word that Caracalla is becoming more and more delusional. He has increased his staff, begging our mother to supply a general outside of his door while he sleeps— you’ve probably noticed Acacius following him, yes?”

The ruggedly handsome salt and pepper haired soldier flanked the aforementioned Emperor all day, but you never gave it another thought— your mind busy on Geta’s whereabouts.

“I haven’t trusted my brother since we were young boys using sticks as swords, and the older he gets the more his brain stays in our childhood.” He spoke softly then, “it is only a matter of time before your movements after leaving his chambers are tracked… and I can’t have that. This will be our last meeting.”

You nearly shouted in his face, telling him that these nights were the only thing worth being stolen away from your village. Months you have done this and now it is gone because he was… worried? About Caracalla finding out?

Geta pushed off from the wall, standing with his usual confidence—his jaw tight, a strange look on his face. “What Caracalla does not know— is that Acacius has been loyal to me for years, and has been providing me with information about him for nearly as long.”

Your eyebrows crease as you try to unravel the thread he’s woven, and a small smile ticks at the corner of his lips as realization spreads across your face. Mischievous Geta, always a step ahead.

“Join me?”

—

Geta was approached by Acacius when leaving his chambers this evening.

“Emperor,” Acacius announced, bowing his head in honor, “I’m sorry to disturb you so late.”

Geta pulled his chamber door shut waving his hand in dismissal, “nonsense General, whatever it is it must be important for you to seek me out, what is it?”

“This is not easy for me to say.. I feel like a traitor to you. to these walls—”

“Out with it,” Geta pressed, irritated.

“It’s Emperor Caracalla… your excellency, I have been summoned to be posted outside his quarters and provide security for him during the daylight hours.”

Geta rubbed at his chin, a twitch in his eye, “I know you’re not one to joke on a serious matter Acacius, however this seems quite juvenile, even for my brother.”

“I assure you, he has been increasingly suspicious over the last few months, ever since that travel wagon arrived with the Virgines from Valleventus.”

Acacius gave Geta a knowing look, one to convey that he knew what happened in these walls at night once Caracalla’s whore left his chambers.

Geta smiled then, unable to hide it, his face relaxing as he clapped the General on the shoulder, “you are a great confidant, Acacius— I will take this into great consideration.”

—

The two of you strolled the corridors in silence, his knuckles grazing yours, your heart pumping wildly in your chest. You were certain that if the two of you were caught you’d be killed on sight, tossed in a deep grave without a second thought. But with Geta… you couldn’t find yourself to care about any of that. Did he?

You knew you were walking a thin line, and it got thinner the more time you spent with him. But if he was willing to walk it as well, you’d risk it… same as he was

After a few minutes, you broke the silence, “may I…ask you something?”

Geta tilted his head towards you, “yes.”

All day he had been gone, and your curiosity finally got the better of you. “Where were you?”

He smirks and your insides melt, “were you looking for me, little dulex?”

You turn away from his gaze, fumbling with a loose thread on your tolsa, “n-no. Caracalla had asked me.”

A laugh bubbles from his chest, “I am not fond of being lied to, try again.”

Sweat drips from your hairline, “He…well, he inquired about it...”

“Ah, so you were only wondering about my whereabouts when Caracalla finally noticed I was missing?”

“Yes.”

He stopped before a large set of doors and pushed them open revealing a large room, suffocated by darkness. You felt him leave your side to cross the room, and suddenly it illuminated by a candle he had lit. Gently tipping the flame into a massive candelabra, each wick of the candle igniting like a little orb, throwing shadows across the room.

It was one of the many rooms you’d never seen before.

A single staircase wove upwards with great iron detailing to a room above, a desk as large as a wagon was centered in the room, pictures of faces you didn’t recognize flanked the walls, the floors were spread of mosaic tiles: shaped and colored to resemble a salmon colored sunset. An open area let in a small breeze that trickled out into a luscious garden where a fountain could be heard bubbling, brought in by the wind. Luxurious armchairs were tucked into corners.

This room shared the same color of draperies as a room you’ve only been to once before. The dark hues set a mood that belonged to one singular man. This was a private area that even the highest generals weren’t even allowed in. Geta’s study.

He came back towards you, grasping your wrist, his thumb pressing into your beating pulse, his eyes lit like a roaring fire, “last chance, to be honest, were you the one looking for me?”

Hesitating with your breath caught in your throat, you peered into Geta’s seemingly soulless eyes, whispering, “yes,” as a heat rose on your cheeks.

A smirk pulls on his lip, and a dimple you’ve never seen appears, “oh, my puella dulcis,” he purred, shaking his head, those dark eyes hungry as he looked you up and down, “you’re in trouble.”

He pulled you to him, his large hands on your waist leading you further into the room as he walked backwards. “Do you know the pure agony you’ve put me through?”

“Me?”

Geta nods, pushing the straps of your tolsa away from your shoulders, admiring the marks he had left on your skin.

“Yes. You.” he says, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb. “It is nefarious the hold you have over me. I’ve never felt anything like it. Death would be easier on me. A sword between my ribs to puncture my lungs, the festering boils from a plague, an arrow through my eye�� anything and everything would be better than what you do to me.”

His hand clasps tight around your neck, the gasp you let out trapped in your throat.

“So, what am I to do with you? What am I to do with someone who keeps causing me this much trouble? Who risks herself being caught by seeking me out? Who is, dare I say, worried about my well-being?”

He slides his hand up and down the length of your neck, his other stroking your cheek resting his thumb on the crease of your lips.

“I punish my soldiers for much less, and as any great warrior, I shall be fair by keeping all of my subjects to the highest of standards, you unfortunately, are not exempt.”

One minute you’re standing in front of him the next you’re being yanked by your wrist as he stomps towards one of the large chaise lounges, he sits abruptly and pulls you into his lap. He’s hard, the feel of his erection making you whine pathetically.

He holds you by your hips and twists you around, until your face is level with the ground, your ass resting over his knees.

The sound of unbinding thread pops in your ears as Geta rips your tolsa away from you, leaving you bare, your ass on display like a holiday feast.

“I’ve never gazed upon an ass as round and fat as yours, and believe me when I say this my puella dulcis, I will thoroughly enjoy watching it burn in scarlet as it bounces beneath my hand.”

You don’t have a second to comprehend his words before a large ringed hand is slapped hard across your backside, causing you to shriek in surprise and pain.

“Fuck,” Geta spit, “we’ve barely just begun, you should be pissing with glee that I don’t keep my horse whip in my study.” Two more licks rip out and you moan.

He laughs wickedly, his sultry voice shushing you as he rubs his hand over the globe of your ass. “Enjoying this are you? I’ve heard stories from soldiers and even my own father about the whores during their time, how they begged, fucking pleaded to be hit on the ass by a man.”

Geta slaps his hand down hard more and more until you’d lost count. That same scorching feeling in your lower belly and the wetness between your legs just like last night came back, and you moaned.

Humming between your lips, you relished in the ache in your back as you tried to hold yourself up. Trying to wiggle forward so maybe his hand would slip and miss your ass but touch down where you needed him most.

But you didn’t need to ask, Geta laughed through his nose before slipping his thumb through your wet cunt, groaning at the heat of your arousal on his fingers again.

“What a tight fucking cunt you have,” he grunted before rubbing your clit, “ filtjy girl—looks like those legends were true, weren’t they?”

“Please,” you begged, trying to swallow his fingers with your dripping pussy.

Your small pleads tore through him, his cock answering with a twitch as it leaked. He brought you up your throat, holding you in place and moving your hips along the stiff ridge of his length.

Geta sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder as you moaned, “can you feel what you do to me?” he whispered, “the torture you put me through, the hours I spend like this with nothing but you trapped in my head. It’s murderous.”

Purring his name he groans, licking sweat from your neck. “I haven’t had a single hour since the first night we met without having this happening without needing to release myself. Do you think I can be a leader to my people with such indecency? As if I’m a young boy discovering his own body and the feel of his hand again. You’re a snake, filled with poisonous venom to come here and kill me.”

He rips your clothes completely off, wiggling his middle finger against your clit, praising the gods at the angel like whine that whispers from your lips.

“… and like the gnat, the snake has bit me, feasting upon my flesh, constantly hungry. But it is I who is left hungry by your tormenting ways,” he whispers in your ear, licking the shell of it, “and right now, I’m starving.”

Geta hoists you up in his arms, kissing your neck and squeezing your skin wherever he can reach as he walks to the enormous desk full of scrolls. With one mighty hand holding you, he swipes the desk clean, tossing everything that was once organized onto the floor.

He lays you down on the wooden top, your bare back riddling with goosebumps from the cool hard surface. Looking up at him this was the first you’ve seen his face since first entering his study.

His eyes were black, wide and wild, the candle light throwing shadows onto his face making him look monstrous. Like a creature straight from the dark world, one from a story told to children at night to scare them enough to not leave their beds.

Anyone else would run at the sight of such a man. Scream and claw their way from him, but not you. You simply opened your knees wider, showing the dripping wetness to him, what he did to you.

Geta simply watched. Watched and breathed heavily like a predator before leaping to attack his prey. He stared as you sucked a finger into your mouth, he almost flatlined as you brought that spit soaked finger down the length of your body, your nipples pebbling.

He swore he met death when you slipped that glorious finger into your cunt, and gently pumped it in and out.

“This,” you murmured weakly, unable to contain your moans, “is what you do to me.”

He groaned, practically drooling at you laid out before him. You tipped your head back as a small gasp rippled through you. Lifting your shoulders from the desk you looked him in the eyes, “I guess we are both demented, enjoying the torture from eachother.”

“I didn’t want to admit it,” Geta blurted, his dark eyes piercing the night, scaring away the shadows. “All day I wrestled with it, how you could make me quiver like a lovesick boy. I turned away meals, laying in the darkness, surrounded by your bewitching scent.”

“If you’re so hungry,” you whisper seductively, opening your legs wider, your arousal shining in the candlelight as you remove your fingers from inside of yourself, “then by all means, eat.”

Geta didn’t wait another second before pulling you forward by the crook of knees, your welted red ass skirting across the desk. You giggled as he feverishly lowered himself and held your thighs wide, “keep these open for me.”

His tongue was like an eel.

Geta flicked his tongue at a dangerous pace against your clit, groaning into your sex as you whined his name again and again. His licked and sucked your cunt as ravenous as a truly starved man, his moans vibrating your walls, sending your nerve endings into a liquid fired frenzy.

You’d never experienced anyone’s tongue between your legs, but this was better than anything you’d ever imagined, nothing compared to the way your body electrified beneath his hands, his mouth.

Geta’s nose rubbed against your clit as he lapped up your arousal. The burn in your belly seared and unraveled as you screamed out his name, your body rigid and then uncoiling as your muscles spasmed and quaked.

Your hands wrapped in a death grip in his hair, holding him tight to your pussy as you came, Geta encouraging you through the pleasure.

“Fuck, look at you,” he said, admiring the way you leaked and dripped on his desk, “taste so fucking good, this cunt belongs to me,” he breathed.

It was lust and vicious desire emanating from him as he spoke. and you melted at the desperate way you craved him. Grabbing him by the nape of his neck you pressed your lips to his, tasting your arousal on his tongue, you felt drunk

He hauled your weak body up in his arms, murmuring something about wobbly legs. Geta kissed your forehead as he climbed the spiral steps that lead straight into his chambers. His bed was made, but the smell of sex was still lingering from the night before.

Geta laid you down on his massive bed, careful of the marks on your backside from his hand. You watched as he undressed, his arms showing protruding veins like a river in the fallen snow. A deep scar you didn’t recognize before on his torso, identical to the one on his neck. His eyes seemed to look softer, a deep honey simmering, catching the light.

When he spoke it wasn’t with malice it was with truth, “you are mine. Understand? Not Caracalla’s, not anyone else’s, I will slaughter any man who challenges that.”

Your heart races as you stare at him, rising to your knees in front of him, “promise?”

“Meus amor,” Geta speaks, holding your chin with his finger, “that is my veritas, I give you my word.”

You stroked his hair as you pulled him down to the bed on top of you. Pressing his curls back into an unruly position, you admire the handsome Emperor. Your Emperor.

Pressing your lips to his, you pull him deeper, swirling your tongue with his in a frenzied tango. His hips respond to your open legs and his cock slides in with ease, fitting like a sword in a sheath.

“You are a wicked one, my dulcis.” Geta pants in your ear as his hips pick up a butchering rhythm. Your combined breathing is ragged, choked and gasping.

Biting his ear he hisses, but you lick it better, the same as he did to you last night, only a drop of his blood on your tongue as you whisper, “then we are one in the same, destinatum ease, destined to be.”

With that he flips you both over, guiding your hips up and down, forward and back as helps you ride his cock. When you both cum it’s loud, skin slapping skin, your arousal pooling around his cock, his fucked deep inside of you.

Laying in the sweaty, sin stained sheets, you twirl a finger in Geta’s hair, his head laying on your bare chest between your tits, his hand holding your ribs. “Tomorrow I will have the servants change the sheets while I bathe you in my private pool.”

“Is my Geta turning sweet?” you tease, “what will Rome think?”

Turning his head those ravenous eyes were painted in the midnight onyx that they usually were, returning with mischief laced in the irises, a devilish smirk on his lips.

He moved like a serpent, biting your right nipple between his teeth and tugging, causing you to squeal in a pleasured pain that is snuffed out by his large hand around your throat.

“Do not be fooled pretty girl,” the villainous flames flickered again in his eyes, a feral twitch on his lips that made you wet between your legs, “malevolence coats my veins thicker than blood.”

—

latin translation:

vitiosus + deliciosus — vicious + delicious

prandium— lunch

puella dulcis— sweet girl

meus amor— my love

veritas— truth

destinatum ease— destined to be

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whatislovevavy · 7 months ago

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Vending Machine Glow on Route 79

Jake Seresin x afab!reader

WC: 2.1k

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Summary: Before leaving for college, you and Jake say goodbye in more ways than one on the last night of your cruel summer.

Warnings: swearing smut (18+), angst, lots of feelings, friends to lovers to almost strangers, both reader and Jake are 18 and over.

AN: This fic is heavily inspired by Taylor Swift’s Cruel Summer. It’s been on my mind for a few months and I finally had the time and creativity to write it :) I hope you guys enjoy :)

All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook

These characters are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation.

“What time do you have to leave tomorrow?”

You said as you stared at the ceiling, laying on the cheap motel mattress with Jake, bare beneath the sheets. You didn’t have to ask him what time. You were mentally counting down the seconds till your best friend was leaving you.

Your first love was leaving you.

Jake was set to leave for Annapolis in the morning, and you were set for UT Austin in the Fall for journalism.

“7 AM.”

His tone lacked the usual joy and cockiness he’d started to develop in highschool. He gently reached out for your hand, running his calloused thumb along the back of it. You gently reached out to cuddle into his side.

“I’m going to miss you.”

Your voice choked in your throat, shifting your gaze to Jake Seresin, the farm boy next door who you’d known since you could run. The boy you used to sneak out into the fields and woods to look for frogs and snakes with. The once lanky, awkward teenage boy with braces who used knock on your screen door unannounced, now filled out his highschool football and baseball jersey and had girls batting their eyes at him.

“I’m going to miss you too, Mooney.”

The nickname always made you smile. One summer during 8th grade, you and Jake had tried to make moonshine in the back of the Seresin farmhouse from some of the ripe strawberries on your family's farm. To say the least, you were far from successful and were both grounded for 2 months.

But it was one of your most cherished memories with Jake. That, and sneaking off with each of your horses to go swimming in dagger lake in the hot summer months during chore time. The cherished nickname now just made the tears harder to hold back.

“Hey,” Jake soothed, “I’m here, Mooney, I'm here. I'm right here with you.” Your glassy eyes peaked up, meeting his kind, soothing ones. The pad of his thumb gently wiped away your tears.

You sighed as he gently pulled your lips in for a soft, loving kiss. His hands clutched at your bare hips, rolling you underneath him. He sighed as your nails gently caressed and scratched at his neck and back of his head.

You tried to memorize the way his plush lips felt against your own. After all, you didn't know when you would get to feel them again.

Jake didn't hurry with his efforts as he clutched at and caressed the slopes and edges of your body he'd always loved.

Your soft sighs spurred him on, lathing kisses at your neck down to your breasts and areolas, your nipples taut from the friction against Jake's chest and the steady flow of chilled air from the humming AC unit in the corner.

Soft moans left your lips as he gently teased two fingers at your entrance, savoring the feeling of your silken walls around his welcomed digits. Eyes fluttering closed, fingers weaving into his hair as he gently, lovingly worked you towards your release, letting his calloused fingertips run along that extraordinary little spot that had you seeing the familiar, pretty shade of green behind your eyelids.

He let you come down from your high, littering your lips and neck with tender kisses, like he was trying to memorize the way your skin felt against him.

You clutched your nails into the back of his neck and flexed shoulders as he eased his cock between your smooth, soft folds, like the love-worn pages of a book that Jake couldn't get enough of.

“Jake.”

Your sighs made his heart clench and belly stir.

His hips moving in slow tandem with your own. Each clench of your plush walls made him moan softly, his nose running along the column of your neck, almost as if trying to memorize the soft smell of strawberries that always followed you.

His hips moved in an uneven tempo, his release tailing your own. The soft whimpers and sighs leaving your perfectly parted lips made it more difficult to keep his pace in check.

Your hips sputtered underneath him, thighs twitching around his lean waist. His lips crashed against yours as he felt you clutch desperately at his waist and shoulders, your release coming into the world with a cry of his name and a shudder.

His release followed suit; his body, soul and mind lost in the feeling of you.

Two people trying to make it in this world, intertwined as one.

He let his forehead softly rest against your own, breaths weaving together against the cheap sheets of the motel.

You pouted when he untangled himself from you, turning on the golden light of the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Softly smiling as he gently, lovingly wiped at your tender folds.

He always took care of you after your times together.

But this time felt different. Off.

The way he looked at you. He acted as if it was the last time he was going to. Like he was saying goodbye with each tender, soft touch of your body and lips.

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to keep your bubbling anxiety at bay.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that ?”

His eyes didn't meet yours, instead focusing on the warm feeling of the washcloth on his palm as he continued to gently rub at your inner thighs.

Your hand stalled his movements.

“Jake?”

His eyes met yours. But they weren't bright or as mirthful as they had always been; they were glassy and distant.

Your heart beat was quickening by the second.

“Please talk to me.”

His heart clenched at your plea. He knew this was going to be one of the most difficult things he'd ever have to do in his life.

A beat of tense silence passed.

You swallowed, trying to lighten your tone. “you're acting like this is goodbye…forever.”

He swallowed, feeling tears brimming.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mooney.” He said it so softly that if you were anywhere else, you most likely wouldn't have heard him.

Your heart stopped and increased in density by a thousand fold. The once lively organ now consuming the life force of everything within its vicinity, your fingertips tingling.

“I just- with the Navy and everything, and you know how my dad is. I can't come back.” His desperate tone tried to plea a winning case for why this couldn't work.

“And long distance doesn't work out for a lot of people.” He said softly, tears falling freely now.

Your lip quivered, body retracting from his once welcoming, warm touch.

“So you don’t even want to try?”

The mix of anger and sadness felt so foreign being made from something Jake did.

He put his face in his hands, shaking it. “I don’t know, Mooney. I just don’t know.”

You watched with parted lips, trying to find the words to say with the tears budding in your eyes like the strawberry bushes Jake would help you tend to on your family’s farm.

“It shouldn't be this hard for you to decide what you want with me!” You borderline shouted, frustration mixing with agony like a potent toxin in your soul.

"I thought you loved me?" your wounded, defeated tone made Jake's heart clench. If you weren't so devastated, you would have caught the flinch from the boy in front of you. You knew Jake wanted to be a pilot, more than anything in the world.

But you didn’t think it would cost what you had with him.

“I need some air, I hope you find what you're looking for because clearly you aren't going to find it with me,” you rasped out, voice thick with emotion, staggering to your feet, finding your clothes littered on the floor, and hastily putting them on.

You half expected the boy that learned to have a response for anything to say something. Anything.

Stay.

I’m scared, too.

I love you.

We can figure this out, together.

But he remained silent as you slammed the door closed behind you; pleading, teary eyes following your body leave behind the cheap wooden door. He didn't even try to stop you. You hurried down the steps to the first level, finding a quiet area near the vending machines and their inviting glow, under the full moon and stars.

You leaned against the side of the machine, looking at all the near expired, wrapped goodies inside. All the goodies that Jake would have gladly shared with you. Now you weren’t so sure they meant anything. The familiar bubble of anguish and frustration became too much. You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

And so you cried.

You cried for the impending loss of the boy down the dirt road. You cried for the unfairness of your too separate dreams and what would feel like a million miles separating the two of you. You cried for the stark differences in both of your lives that made itself into a wedge between you both.

But most of all, you cried for the trying times that he didn’t want to try to fight for.

The ring of the bell above the glass door barely announced your presence to the packed bar. You had needed a break after unpacking the last box in your new home, and if you were going to be living in America’s Finest City, you should at least try to make some new friends. Afterall, you started work at the San Diego Tribune on Monday.

You drew your attention from the packed bar to the woman taking your order at the bar top, with her kind hazel, green eyes and shoulder length brunette hair. She couldn’t have been a day after 40.

“A rum and coke, please?”

She gave you a nod and kind smile before turning to prepare your drink. Rum and Cokes became your go to during college. Nobody sold strawberry moonshine where you settled.

It wouldn’t taste the same anyway.

Your eyes drew to the sea of people near the back deck and around the pool tables. The sea of beige military uniforms made your lip quirk.

Did he ever make it to flight school?

Your chest tightened at the memory of how things ended, and the realization that you hadn’t spoken in almost 15 years. Not since he was set to leave for Annapolis; you didn't show up to see him off, watching his dusty, red truck leave you as he drove away on the dirt road of his family’s ranch from your bedroom window. The last remnant of him evaporating into the dust his tires kicked up as he left.

Memories of a simpler time swirled in your mind like the drink in your hand.

Your ears perked up at the steady bass playing through the speakers.

Foghat’s "Slow Ride".

Memories of laughter and secret kisses with the farmboy down the road, whose dreams were too big for Texas.

Too big for you.

Your lip quirked into a frown as you sighed, taking a drink, eyes drifting to the jukebox in the corner of the bar. A well-built man leaned against it, obviously hitting on the girl with the miniskirt and tank top to his left. From where you sat, you could only make out the blush on the girl’s cheeks, not the identity of the man behind the flirtations. He looked handsome; his strong shoulders, buzzed brunette blond hair at the base of his neck.

Jake’s hair used to gleam the same way.

You took a drink from your glass just as the man turned around. To walk to the bar top with the girl in tow. The burning liquid stalling in your throat, your stomach clenching as his features registered. He looked older now, brow lines evident. Definitely taller and more well built than when you saw him leave. He hadn't lost that charming smile, or his handsome green eyes, or the small cluster of freckles on his neck line. Your lip quirked with a wave of intense nostalgia.

The girl that looked like she was in her mid to late twenties settled at the bar top, separating you from the man that you hadn’t seen or touched since the motel on route 79.

His eyes focused on her, giving her the same dimple-lidden smile you loved seeing in the hayloft during thunderstorms when you both wanted to get away from your families.

She turned towards the bartender to place her drink order. His gaze flitted from hers to Penny’s. His eyes do a double take on yours.

His posture straightened, lips parting, eyes staying on yours. Your eyes were held in a trance, placing your glass on the bar top. Before you had time to say anything, years of memories and missed memories took control.

“Mooney?”

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caplanbuckybarnes · 10 days ago

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The Secret Baby Bump (2/2)

Summary: you didnt think the angel would find ut why you’d left the bunker many months ago

Warnings: pregnancy, hostile castiel

Pairing: female reader x Castiel

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A/N: i was never going to write a part two of this fic, honestly, i wasn't. but someone must have reblogged it at one point and people have been asking for a part two...so viola!

Read Part One Here!

You nodded, a broken little thing, so eager to believe him, to believe that after everything, he would still want you. That he still saw you as part of his family. Your hand trembled as it rested over the swell of your stomach, feeling the child shift inside, as if responding to Castiel’s voice.

He rose slowly from the booth, his trench coat shifting around him like the wings he no longer bore. For a moment, Castiel just stood there, looking at you — no longer with anger, but something far deeper, a heaviness in his gaze that made your chest ache.

Without a word, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. The weight of it, the familiar scent of rain and earth and something wholly him, made your knees weak. You swallowed hard, blinking fast.

"Come on," he murmured, hand ghosting over your lower back as he gently steered you toward the door. "You shouldn't be here."

You glanced back over your shoulder, half-expecting to see Dean storming in through the bar doors, rage in his eyes, or Sam pulling him back by the arm. But the bar just buzzed on, oblivious to the world tilting beneath your feet.

Outside, the air was cool and damp. The streetlights flickered in puddles on the pavement. You shivered, pulling Castiel’s coat tighter around your body, and he noticed — because of course he did.

He stopped you by his car, a beat-up thing he must've borrowed from someone local, and turned to face you fully. His hands lifted, hovering just shy of touching your face, as if he didn’t know if he was allowed.

"I was so angry at you," he confessed, voice low, almost raw. "When I found the letter, I thought..." He swallowed hard. "I thought I’d failed you. That after everything — after Jack — I had become too broken to be loved."

Your heart cracked clean in half at the broken way he said it.

"No, Cas," you breathed, stepping into the space between you. "I left because I loved you too much to ask you to go through it again. I couldn’t lose you too."

A single beat passed between you. Then two.

His hand, steady now, came up to cup your cheek. You leaned into the touch without thinking, like a flower to the sun. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, tender.

"You were never going to lose me," he whispered.

The streetlight above you buzzed, throwing golden light over his messy hair, the tired lines carved deep into his beautiful face. You realized in that moment just how much he had grieved — not just Jack, but you. You saw it now, all of it, in the way he touched you like you might vanish if he blinked too long.

"Come home, Y/N," he said again, firmer now, more sure of himself. "Let me take care of you both."

Tears burned your throat as you nodded again, more desperate this time. Castiel smiled, so faint you almost missed it, and leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. A quiet promise passed between you in the small space left.

He kissed you then — slow, reverent, a kiss that tasted of regret and forgiveness and the kind of love that survives even the worst of storms. You clutched the front of his shirt, grounding yourself against him, the life growing inside you fluttering like a second heartbeat between you both.

When he finally pulled back, he opened the car door for you, ever the gentleman. You slid inside, heart pounding wildly in your chest. As he climbed into the driver’s seat, Castiel spared you one more look — a look that said you were his home as much as he was yours.

The engine rumbled to life, and you let yourself believe, just for tonight, that maybe — just maybe — you could have a future after all.

Together.

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The drive back to the bunker was mostly silent. Castiel's hand rested on the gear shift, close enough that your fingers brushed his knuckles every so often. Neither of you spoke much, but it wasn’t the brittle silence from before — this was something softer. Fragile, yes. But healing.

You stared out the window, the dark Kansas night racing past, heart hammering faster the closer you got.

You could only imagine how Dean would react. His anger when you left had been explosive — understandable, but terrifying. And Sam... Sam, who had always been the softer one, the voice of reason between his brother and the world, even he had seemed betrayed by your sudden disappearance.

When Castiel finally pulled into the garage, your breath caught. The familiar concrete walls loomed in the headlights, the iron door standing like a sentinel between you and whatever reckoning waited inside.

"Are you ready?" Castiel asked quietly, killing the engine.

You nodded, lying through your teeth.

He came around to open your door. His hand lingered at the small of your back as you walked through the garage entrance together. The hallway was blessedly empty, the only sounds your own uneven breathing and Castiel’s measured footsteps.

The low rumble of voices echoed from the war room. You could hear Dean’s gravelly bark and Sam’s quieter, steadier tone. Probably arguing over some hunt.

The moment you and Castiel stepped into view, the conversation died.

Dean was the first to turn. His green eyes widened — a mix of shock and immediate fury flashing across his face like a lightning strike.

Sam, standing by the map table with a tablet in his hand, blinked once, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His mouth opened — then closed.

The room was so silent you could hear the hum of the old fluorescent lights above you.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me," Dean said first, voice low and dangerous.

You flinched without meaning to, but Castiel subtly shifted closer, as if shielding you with his body.

Dean’s fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight. "What the hell is she doing here, Cas? After the way she left—after she—"

"Dean," Castiel said, tone brokering no argument. "Enough."

Sam stepped forward, frowning, his sharp eyes catching the way Castiel stood protectively near you... and then dropping lower, to the way your coat hung strangely around your body, the visible curve beneath.

Realization dawned on him like a slow sunrise.

"Y/N..." Sam said slowly, voice full of something complicated — something that hurt. "You’re pregnant."

Dean’s face twisted in confusion, then sudden understanding. His eyes locked onto yours, the betrayal there so thick it made your knees threaten to give out.

"You left because you’re pregnant?" Dean barked, stepping forward. Castiel tensed instantly, but you lifted a hand — not to stop Dean, but to steady yourself.

"I wasn’t thinking clearly," you said, your voice shaking. "I was scared. After everything we lost... after Jack... I didn’t think it was fair to ask anyone to go through that again."

"You should’ve told us!" Dean snapped, looking like he might punch a wall — or Castiel — or himself. "You think we wouldn’t have—?! Damn it, Y/N!"

Sam’s hand closed around Dean’s shoulder, pulling him back gently. “Dean. Look at her.”

Dean struggled against it for a second. But he did look — and the anger slowly drained from his face, replaced by something much more painful: sadness. Hurt. Wounded loyalty.

"You’re family," Sam said quietly, his words meant for both you and Dean. "You always were. You still are."

Tears stung your eyes, but you forced yourself to hold Dean’s gaze.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, voice cracking. "I thought I was protecting you. Protecting him." You touched your stomach without thinking.

Dean looked away for a long moment, jaw working, nostrils flaring. When he finally spoke again, his voice was rough, like sandpaper.

"You’re a damn idiot," he muttered. But there was no real heat in it anymore. Just grief.

He raked a hand through his hair and blew out a breath so hard his chest heaved.

"Next time you think running away is the answer," Dean said, stepping closer — and to your utter shock, pulling you into a rough, warm hug, "remember you’re not alone, alright?"

The tears you’d been holding back broke free all at once. You clung to him, breathing him in — leather and whiskey and gunpowder and home.

When Dean let you go, Sam was there, pulling you into a gentler hug.

"We missed you," he murmured against your hair. "We’ll figure this out. Together."

Castiel stood nearby, silent but watchful, his eyes full of something almost like awe. As if he couldn’t quite believe this small miracle was unfolding in front of him.

When Sam finally pulled away, Dean clapped Castiel hard on the shoulder.

"You better take care of them," Dean said gruffly. "Or you’ll answer to me."

Castiel only nodded, solemn. "I intend to."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe it.

Maybe family wasn't about doing everything right. Maybe it was about who was still standing beside you after everything went wrong.

And standing here — wrapped in their forgiveness, their fierce love — you realized you hadn't lost your family at all.

You’d only ever been trying to protect it.

Life at the bunker had shifted in small, wonderful ways.

Your days weren’t filled with constant hunts and near-death scrambles anymore. Oh, there were still cases — but lately, they were more selective. Sam and Dean both had started taking turns covering for you and Castiel, throwing out phrases like "You need to rest" and "Doctor’s orders" even though the bunker had no on-call medical staff (unless you counted Dean’s dramatic first-aid skills and Sam’s endless stack of outdated anatomy books).

You were sitting cross-legged on the couch in the library now, wearing one of Dean’s ridiculously oversized flannels, a fuzzy blanket around your shoulders, and a heavy book resting on the swell of your stomach. The baby kicked occasionally, little thuds that made you giggle softly each time.

Dean passed by with a plate in his hand — a sandwich piled so high it looked structurally unsound — and slowed when he saw you.

"You need anything?" he asked gruffly, like he wasn’t already carrying a second plate balanced awkwardly on top of his own.

You smiled. "I'm good. Thanks, Dean."

He lingered another second before dropping the extra plate next to you anyway. "Eat. For the kid. Cas says you’re not eating enough."

You laughed quietly. "Cas says that about everything."

Dean smirked. "Yeah, well. Better safe than sorry." His voice went soft in a way it rarely did. "Kid’s gotta come out healthy and ready to kick ass."

At that moment, Sam came into the room, arms full of... baby books. Stack after stack of them. Parenting manuals. Medical journals. How to Swaddle a Baby Without Losing Your Mind.

Dean groaned so loud it echoed. "Sammy, seriously? She’s already got Cas breathing down her neck. You’re gonna scare her into early labor."

Sam ignored him. "Knowledge is power," he said, pushing a pair of reading glasses up the bridge of his nose like the world’s most determined college professor. "You want to be prepared."

"I’ve been prepared," Dean argued, mouth full of sandwich. "Step one: Don't drop it. Step two: Feed it. Step three: Love the hell outta it. Boom. Parenting."

You bit your lip to hide your smile.

Sam set a particularly thick book — What to Expect When You're Expecting a Half-Angel (okay, maybe he made that cover himself) — on the coffee table with a thunk.

"We don’t even know how angel biology works with humans," Sam said, deadly serious. "For all we know, that baby could start glowing, or levitating."

Dean waggled his eyebrows at you. "Sweet. We’ll have a nightlight."

You burst out laughing, a hand on your belly. The baby seemed to approve, giving a happy kick against your ribs.

Castiel wandered in a second later, his trench coat gone, sleeves rolled up, looking more domestic than you ever thought possible. He immediately zeroed in on you, crossing the room with quiet purpose.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, voice low and earnest. "Dean didn’t overwhelm you, did he?"

Dean threw a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Me? Overwhelm?"

Cas didn't even blink. "Yes."

You shook your head, still smiling. "I’m fine, Cas. Promise."

Satisfied, he perched on the edge of the couch beside you, hand automatically resting on your stomach — protective, tender, like he couldn’t not touch you now.

Sam crouched by the coffee table, flipping open one of his books. "We should start discussing names soon," he said. "You know, before the baby gets here."

Dean plopped onto the armchair, grinning. "I vote for Dean Jr."

Sam rolled his eyes. "It’s not your baby."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, but I’m gonna be the cool uncle."

Sam snorted. "You’re gonna teach him how to hotwire a car before he learns how to walk."

Dean lifted his beer. "You’re damn right I am."

Castiel gave them both a look like a very tired kindergarten teacher.

You reached out, curling your fingers through Cas’s.

"How about we pick names that don’t inspire petty fights?" you suggested gently, voice full of fondness.

Sam, flipping through a page, muttered, "That’s wishful thinking."

Dean just leaned back, kicked his feet up on the coffee table (earning a deadly glare from Cas), and grinned at you.

"Doesn’t matter what name you pick," he said. "That kid’s gonna have three badass uncles who’d burn the world down for him."

You blinked hard against the sudden sting in your eyes.

Castiel squeezed your hand. Sam offered a small, warm smile over his book. Dean just watched you, easy and certain, like he’d always be right here.

Home wasn’t a place.

It was this.

This ragtag, broken, beautiful family you’d built together. And for the first time in a long, long time, you knew in your bones: You weren’t alone anymore. You never would be again.

#castiel x reader #x reader #x you #castiel x you #castiel supernatural #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #misha collins #castiel spn #castiel fanart #castiel novak #sam winchester

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raccoonsonice · 1 month ago

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PART 5

FIRST | PREVIOUS

#undertale: vs flutter #undertale #undertale au #undertale oc #flutter (ut)#frisk #oc #my ocs #my oc art #art #digital art #my art #pixel art #pixel sprite #sprite comic #comic #again sorry for the wait #this section went through a fair amount of rewrites

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neverbeurs · 1 year ago

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Omfg just saw ur dad spiderman mark au AND ITS SOOO GOOD CLD WE PERHAPS GET ANOTHER ONE WHEN his daughter has a bf in kindergarten and mark got super jealous and protective????

EEEEE stop i love spiderdad mark so much 🥹🥹 im so sorry uts been so long anon 😭 but here u go i hope u enjoy <3

spider mark × g!n reader

warnings : fluff, just pure fluff, jealous/overprotective spiderdad mark, spiders, webs, puppy love, kindergarten sweethearts TT, kisses <33, mark is a simp for you !!!!, they’re so in love i might just kms

read pt1 of the spider-dad chronicles. (optional!)

mark wasn’t one to be jealous, he really wasn’t. so why was he glaring daggers at the little boy sitting next to his daughter on-top of the slide. now, don’t get mark wrong, he trusted his daughter with his whole heart. but knowing that everyone but him knew she had a boyfriend at the ripe age of four and a half was baffling.

“babe.. why didn’t you tell me?” mark whined for the nth time, tugging at your shirt as he kept his eyes on the way the little slightly tannedboy treated jinni. you sighed, hugging him and pecking his lips softly.

“she told me she didn’t want me to tell you, plus, i thought donghyuck would’ve told you..”

“dONGHYUCK..?!? shes dating his son?! nope. im not having it.” mark scoffs, shaking his head and standing up straight to walk over to the toddlers.

you place a hand on his chest and softly push him to sit back down on the bench, cupping his face to make him look at you. “mark, just let the kids be.. its only a puppy love, they’ll forget about it eventually when they get older.” you reassure him, leaning in to get a taste of his pouting lips.

“yeah, but… we were also a puppy love, and look at us now!” he softly whines, pouting even more as he squints his eyes at the little boy helping his daughter up the steep steps of the playground.

“babe, we were both in first grade when we met.” you playfully roll your eyes, leaning your head against your husband’s chest.

“so?” he furrows his brows, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand before playing with it.

your heart flutters, a soft blush growing on your cheeks at his random acts of affection that have you falling in love and wanting to get married again. “they’re in kindergarten.” you say, looking up at him from your place on his chest.

he looks down at you, the words in the back of his throat ready to leave when he suddenly forgets everything but the way your pretty eyes look up at him. mark slightly clears his throat, neck and face burning up. “..and? that’s basically the same thing.”

you giggle at the fact that his words don’t really make sense. “we were both either six or seven years old when we were in first grade, mark, the kids are barely four.”

“two years isn’t that much of a difference, they’re basically already in high schoo—” you cut him off by sweetly kissing him, hands cupping his face as he sighs and melts into the kiss. he leans his forehead on yours, arms wrapping around your waist.

your kisses were his favorite thing to destress with. he would go hours and hours just kissing you if he could. the canadian would constantly kiss you, be it anywhere. your husband just couldn’t keep his lips off you, but you loved it.

you loved the way he would melt into your hold when you kissed him, the way he would throw away anything for just a kiss from you, the way he always made sure to kiss you softly and sweetly, not to mention the fact that he always asks before doing so like a proper gentleman.

“so.. why didn’t you tell me about the fact that your son had been hitting on my daughter..?!” the canadian male asks the tanned male, eyes glaring at the younger male. donghyuck chuckles, having pulled off his mask to drink his cup of.. banana milk?

“listen, milk-”

“mark.”

“milk. as i was saying.. it’s not that much of a big deal, it’s just a silly lil’ puppy love.” donghyuck says, shrugging as he chugs the rest of his banana milk. his black and red deadpool suit blending in well with the night as he stands up on the side of the parking lot edge.

mark looks up at the male, softly swinging his legs back and forth as he looks at the night sky instead. “.. my little girl is growing up..” he mumbled, memories of when jinni was first born, when she took her first step, when she finally learned she could shoot webs, when she spoke his name, all flooded his mind as his eyes slightly glossed over.

“i love my family,”

“okay, we get it mister ‘friendly neighborhood spider-dad-man’.”

“oh shut up, donghyuck!”

“make me~ … wAIT. NO. NOT THE WEB- MFPH!”

“you had it coming, lee.”

the ending was slightly rushed bcz i just wanted to publish it before i end up forgetting 😥

but i hope you enjoyed <3

#LIA’s ‘THE INCREDIBLE SPIDER-DAD’ 💌:#nct dream #nct drabbles #nct fanfic #nct dream x reader #love #nct dream fluff #mark lee fluff #mark lee drabbles #mark lee nct #mark lee x reader #mark x reader #spidermark #mark lee #mark fluff #mark #markhyuck #nct fluff #nct mark

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taylormarieee · 1 year ago

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Unspoken Feelings...

part 5.

social media au: Charlie Bushnell x Fem!Actress!Reader

Previously on Unspoken Feelings...

Your sitting there contemplating on whether or not you should really answer Charlie or not. You finally turn back on your phone and see a whole bunch of worried and missed calls from Walker, Dior, Leah, and Charlie... Oh god what have you done... Just as you were about to call them back you hear a knock on the door... Who could that be?

Now...

You get up and open the door seeing a worried Dior standing at the door.

"Oh thank god your ok!" she yells ut hugging you. You stumble back from the force of her hug a little bit and hug her back.

"I'm sorry. I just, I don't know how to tell Charlie." You say breaking down into tears again.

"Shhh... It's ok girl. He's on his way here. You have to just push through for now. You've got an interview coming up in a few hours so get some sleep and we'll figure it out later ok?" She says trying to reassure you in the best way possible. "I'll stay with you tonight, I love you!" She says lastly before guiding you to your bed.

"Ugh I love you too. What would I do without you?" You say smiling weakly. Your eyes flutter shut and you let sleep overtake you.

The next morning has arrived and you wake up. You don't see Dior next to you anymore so you assumed she went back home to tell her dad that she's ok.

You get up and brush your teeth and do your whole face routine before going back to your nightstand to pick up your phone.

You still see all the texts from Walker and Leah, and Charlie... You decide to call Charlie first. You press his name and listen to the phone ring.

When you feel like he's not going to answer you decide to hang up the phone but your thumb is stopped by the sound of his voice on the phone.

"Y/N!? Are you ok??? P-Please tell me your ok." The phone breaks up a bit but you hear his worried tone.

"Morning Charlie. I'm ok, I turned off my phone. I'm sorry for making you all worried especially you." You say feeling the tears come up in your eyes again.

You sniffle and try to get the words out but Charlie is quick to say something first.

"Pretty girl? Why are you crying?" He asks his heart feeling hurt as he hears your sniffles on the other line.

"I-I just, I don't know how to deal with all these feelings I have. The feelings I have f-for you..." You mutter out.

"You have feelings for me too? Cuz I also have feelings for you. I was scared to tell you because idk, you were giving me mixed feelings i guess. One minute were flirting and he next I feel like I'm in the friend zone again. You know what I mean?" He says as he paces around his hotel room.

"Yea, I know what you mean. The only reason I did that was because I always overthink things. I never knew if some days you were just flirting with me or just being nice. I never knew which one was happening so some days I would flirt and other days I'd shut myself out. I'm sorry Charlie."

"It's ok pretty girl. I love you yn. With all m heart. Your my future and probably the love of my life." He says chuckling into the phone.

That causes you to giggle and you feel all flustered. "I guess I'll see you at the Interview?"

"Yea, I'll see you there."

"Bye Charlie."

"Bye baby."

Your mood suddenly lifts at his voice. At the way he called you baby, pretty girl and the way he comforted you. God what did you do to deserve a man like Charlie.

You decide to text the groups chat and let everyone know your ok. Finally you check the time and start to get ready. You ordered some breakfast and indulged while you watched some TikTok.

| Y/N |

♡💬 Liked by aryansimhadri, leahsavajeffries, dior.n.goodjohn and others.

y/n- Me and Charlie on our way to an interview!!!

roseyposey- eeeeeee can't wait to watch it!

loveydoveydove- Oooooooo so excited! Glad everything's ok!

leahsavajeffries- You look gorgeous!

↪y/n- Thank you pooks.

walker.scobell- Hey gremlin:)

↪y/n- Hey waterboy;)

iamcharliebushnell- Stream the 7th episode of Percy Jackson and the Olympians now!!!

IlovePJO1- I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE FINALE!

↪y/n- YESSS! ME TOO! I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO SEE IT!

| Y/N |

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y/n- No, I didn't forget Walker! This post goes out to my favourite little boy! WALKER SCOBELL! I love this little kid sooo much! He's so funny, incredibly kind and very mischievous! I loved being on set with him it was honestly just an amazing time with everyone! I love you so much Walker! Your so talented and the closet boy I call a brother. Love you Walker💕 My little son of poseidon🪸

walker.scobell- I LOVE THIS! THANK YOU! I love you too! And for you information I AM NOT MISCHIEVOUS! You little gremlin!

↪y/n- Ok waterboy! Keep telling yourself that!

dior.n.goodjohn- Little bro! This is so cute! Love you @ walker.scobell

↪walker.scobell- Love you too Dior!

leahsavajeffries- LUV YOU @ walker.scobell

↪walker.scobell- LUV YOU TOO WISE GIRL!

iamcharliebushnell- I WITERALLY WUV YOU @ walker.scobell

↪walker.scobell- and I WITERALLY WUV YOU MORE CHARLIE

aryansimhadri- YOU MY ROMAN EMPIRE WALKER!

↪walker.scobell- WUV YOU!

| iamcharliebushnell |

♡💬 Liked by y/n, walker.scobell, dior.n.goodjohn, roseyposey, and others.

iamcharliebushnell- It's official! Me and @ y/n are together. I love her so much and these are some of my favourite memories with her this week. I love you so much my love, and don't worry, we can do this.💕

y/n- I love you so much Charlie. I'm going to miss you so much when you leave. I'll be calling you everyday and thinking about you non-stop. I love how kind and caring you are bubba. I love you my little hermes boy! My mischievous thief:) Mwah!💋

↪leahsavajeffries- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

↪walker.scobell- There literally so cute OMGGGGG!

↪dior.n.goodjohn- LITERALLY MY ROMAN EMPIRE!

roseyposey- THEY LEGIT TOLD ME HOW SINGLE I AM IN 30 LANGUAGES!

Loveydoveydove- AHHHHHHHHHH! THERE FINALLY TOGETHERRR!

↪roseyposey- THERE SO CUTE RIGHTTTTT???!!!!!

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A/N: Heyyyyy! I'm extremely sick but I thought I'd pop out with this! Idk when I'll be able to get around to the fic because I'm almost finished writing it but I just lost motivation to finish it. I believe it's because I'm so sick but idk! Hope you all enjoy!

~COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED~

#charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell #social media fic #social media au #pjo x reader #pjo series

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months ago

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Good Morning Benny

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 18+ Bj/ waking with bj/ jizz/ making out/ full sex/ condomsex/ pinv/orgasms Word Count - 995

Benny groaned a little as he woke up in his cold basement apartment. The sound of snow fluttering down to the new York city streets beyond his windows. But the warmth of his bed kept him cosy for now. However benny was distracted as soon s he woke up he noticed his girlfriend Y/n under the covers her warm lips wrapped around his morning would licking and sucking on his shaft edging him closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Ohhh-Fuck yeah, Y/n,” Benny grunted, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked him with her talented mouth. “You're gonna make me blow my load if you keep that up, baby.” He thrust his hips slightly, fucking her face as she took every inch of his hard cock down her throat. Benny could feel the familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine, warning him of the impending eruption. “Gonna cum, sweetheart… You better be ready.”

“Mmmhmm,” Y/n hummed around his cock, her eyes meeting his with a wicked gleam. She was loving the way he felt in her mouth, the salty taste of his precum on her tongue, and getting to torment Benny like this by basically having his brain in her mouth which all b ut turned her suave chess boyfriend into a adoring little mess.

Benny could feel the pressure building up inside him, threatening to explode at any moment. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. “Fuck, you're so good at that… Benny panted, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Y/n nodded eagerly.

Benny's breath caught in his throat as he felt the first waves of his orgasm crashing over him. “Ugh, fuck!” he groaned loudly, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he exploded in Y/n's mouth.

She eagerly lapped up every last drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

Benny shuddered beneath her, spent from the intense orgasm. “Damn, you really know how to start the morning off right,” He chuckled, pulling her up for a kiss.

Y/n happily kissed him back and sat herself on Benny's lap, wearing only the sheer black babydoll she wore to bed, "I missed you Benny" She cooed between kisses down his neck

Benny grinned wickedly. He loved how she always woke him up with a bang, so to speak. “Missed me? We’ve been in bed together all night… But I have missed seeing your pretty face,” He murmured, his hands roaming over her curves. Benny couldn't help but stare at her lacy black lingerie, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her bare pussy and breasts from his hungry gaze. “I love waking up to you like this,” Benny growled, his fingers tracing the edge of her babydoll. “You're so fucking sexy.”

Y/n egarly giggled rubbing her hips forward to rub her wet slit against his fingers

The soft skin of her pussy felt like heaven against Benny's fingers as she ground herself against him. “Mmm, you're so wet for me already,” Benny purred, his thumb rubbing her clit as his other fingers slid inside her dripping pussy. “Fuck, you're tight,” He groaned, fucking her with his fingers as she rode his hand.

Y/n moaned and whined riding his fingers enthusiasticly kissing and biting his neck giving benny a hard hickey

Benny grunted in pleasure as Y/n's teeth sank into his neck, leaving a bright red mark behind. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her orgasm approaching quickly. “Cum for me, baby,” He growled, thumbing her clit harder as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight little pussy. “Let me feel you come all over my hand.”

Y/n cried out, her walls clamping down on Benny's fingers as she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

Benny could feel Y/n's pussy pulsing around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. He loved watching her lose control, her moans and whimpers driving him even crazier with desire. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you cum,” Benny panted, his cock throbbing against his boxer briefs. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside her. He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, his cock leaking precum in anticipation. “Get on your hands and knees,” He commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Y/n obeyed immediately,

Benny grinned at the sight of Y/n's perfect ass, round and juicy, waiting for him. “Fuck, you have the most amazing ass,” He groaned, leaning over her to run his hands over her cheeks, spreading them slightly to expose her glistening pussy. Then he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance, pressing against her wet folds.

Y/n whimpered and pushed back against him, trying to impale herself on his thick shaft.

“Patience, baby,” Benny chuckled, slowly pushing inside her, feeling her tight heat gripping him like a vice. Inch by inch, he slid deeper into her, until he was buried to the hilt, “Ugh, you feel so good,” He groaned, his hands sliding around to grip her hips as he began to move. Benny started off with slow, deep thrusts, savoring the feeling of Y/n's tight pussy clasped around his cock. He leaned forward, chest to back, and nipped at her ear. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard,” He growled, picking up speed as he began to pound into her, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.

Y/n moaned loudly, her nails digging into the sheets as she met him thrust for thrust.

Benny reached around, thumbing her clit as he fucked her, coaxing her towards another orgasm. “Cum for me, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Y/n screamed squirting down the bed as she came collapsing onto their sheets,

The clenching of her pussy was enough to tip him over too and Benny filled the condom before he pulled out and collasped next to her. “Fuck…” He cursed wiping his sweat as he gasped,

“Good Morning Benny…” she gasped,

“Good Morning Y/n…” He chuckled back,

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haikyuu-x-male-reader · 10 months ago

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*Rubs hands together evil🙏🏽*

Let’s gooo

This isn’t gonna be too too long but I’ll try to make it good

Im Not gonna beat around the bush but most likely I’m prop gonna write this as porn plot sorta 🤷🏽

But as I’m writing this who knows??✨✨

started - 5/22/24

AKAASHI

we all know Akaashis calm, and swag demeanor right?

Welp throw that ALL AWAY

Tbh I feel like he would be a

✨FREAK IN THE SHEETS ✨

AND YOUR FREAKIN 6’9 OR ANY-TALL HEIGHT

God he’s gonna go crazy for you

…

Oh did I mention that u FUEL his size kink

-The sound of Akaashi’s moans and the bed creaking fill the room-

“[Reader name] f-FUCK me harder alreadyy~”

With no hesitation you press him more into the mattress so he feels just how deep you are inside him

You also press urself onto him more since that riles him up

“S-shit!”

He says as he whines in pleasure

you start to slow down but got interrupted by him

*Huff* “D-don’t you *huff*..dare stop”

*His body is on the brink now, shaking and trembling as he chases the climax that threatens to overtake him.*

You speed up even faster then before

"Almost... almost... ah! Oh God... more.. please... god.. don't stop.. please don't stop."

*He gasps out, his hips stuttering with the increasing intensity of his pleasure, his breathing completely out of control

“I can’t t-take it anymoree~!”

*A stream of moans and gasps leaves him, his voice getting higher and louder with each snap of ur waist*

He starts to squirm around under but is limited due to you pushing him down

…

And he’s LOVING IT

“Ngh~!.oh my god.!”

“[Reader name] it’s so deep..Hngh!~”

*His eyes flutter shut, and he goes completely limp

*A loud, shuddering moan escapes him as you hit that sweet spot, his body tensing up briefly before it releases, a wave of pleasure crashing through him.

*pant*

And then he says nonchalantly

“Wanna do round 2?”

KENMA KOZUME

I feel like he wouldn’t really pay any mind to ut height at first but the more he thinks about it

The more it turns him on

The first time you guys do it he did think much of it

But his mind started giving him ideas

✨How naughty✨

oh and I think it would drive him crazy for you to be in control 🎉

*computer gaming streamer noises*

*You groan slightly after ur nap*

*you sit up, rub ur eyes and stretch

This causes kenma you look at you*

“Oh hey [nickname] you awake? I’m streaming right now”

“Sorry if I woke u up do you want me try to finish soon?”

*You turn to him*

“Nah it’s fine I’ll just be on my phone”

“Just stream and do yer thing

I know how you love gaming”<3

His face goes slightly worried

“You sure?I didn’t mean to wake up-“

Video game death sound

"Damn it-“

*you laugh at him loudly*

“Shush! It’s not funny..“

“Yeah Nono it’s fine don’t let me distract you”

“Just focus on streaming and entertaining ur viewers”

He shrugs

“Alright whatever you say my love”

“Sorry Chat lets get back to-“

he gets back to doing his normal stream stuff

As you’re on your phone you get an idea

Kenma would actually kill you if you did this ESPECIALLY when he’s gaming and locked in

but its worth a shot🤷🏽

You quitely get up from the bed and make your way towards him

“Ah thank you for the donate [random user]”

Blah blah blah insert Kenma streamer talking

you try to sneak under his desk which was tough as hell because god blessed you with height

You were able to get under surprisingly

Kenma sighs when loosing a game causing him to lay back in his seat

Which causes him to notice you

“Chat I’ll be right back” *turns off camera and mutes mic*

“[reader name] what are you doing.. how did you even fit under there? You know how tall you are..”

“Just focus on your stream you wouldn’t want ur viewers to know I’m under here right~?”

“Magic and hard work. But aside from that”

Kenma smirks slightly

" ..oh? really now? "

*he blinks for a second at your question. a soft smirk on his face before sitting back up straight and unpausing the game*

" alright.. I'll continue streaming.. don't try to distract me too much~ "

*he lets out a soft chuckle before going back to streaming. he tries to focus on what he's doing while you're down there.*

He is trying really hard to keep his focus, and not losing his composure.

You Loosen up his sweatpants and WHIP OUT THAT THANG

Note: is 11 at night so might be insane -5/27/24

you try to get into a comfortable position and start to suck on the tip of his member

*he quickly turns up the volume on the microphone so they can't hear anything. he lets out a small groan to keep in his composure*

“Mm ah- *fake cough* sorry chat I have a little bit of a cold….”

The viewers notice his so called “cold” cause his face is turning slowly red🌚

Out of spite you decided to put his full length inside your mouth

Kenma throws his head back,covers his face with one hand and moans

Chat:AYOOOOO????

Username: WHAT WAS THAT??

Username2: bros getting freaky

He quickly realized what he did

“Oh Sorry Chat..I was stretching.”

“I’m hungry so I’m ending the stream early today.”

Meanwhile the chat was hollering and goin insane

But all that came to an end once he ended the stream

*sigh*

“Can you continue already…...”

“Please..”

HINATA SHOYO

Oh boy…

now Hinata definitely feels intimidated by ur height in a frustrated way and in-

Well…

The other way.

He REALLY LIKES ur height in a UNUSUAL way..🧍🏽

It’s night time

Hinata and you are chilling on the couch watching a movie

You both are sharing a buttery salty bowl of popcorn (yum)

*movie noises*

*godzilla scream*

“I was expecting this movie to be boring

But

It’s actually interesting!”

You say intriguingly as you munch on more popcorn

“Heh! You should’ve ✨never✨ doubted me then! I amm knownnn to be the best at picking movies~”

*movie background noises*

Hinata got up from the couch and went to get a snack

He tried to grab a snack form the top shelf but he forgot about his height

“Damn it-“

He tried to climb onto the counter but quickly remember that would be unsanitary

“Ughh-”

“Need help here?”

He quickly looks behind him to see you

“Nope! Im totallyyyy finee..!”

“Ya sure?, you were struggling not too long-”

“ICANHANDLEIT”

After saying that. he attempts to hop up but you grab him by the waist to quickly stop him

“Here let me just help..”

As you reach for whatever tried to get, you press urself behind him purposefully

This gets a reaction out of him

Perfect

“Hmm this thing is so far back in the cabinet”

You know damn well ur lying

“Sorry shoyo.. this might take a bit!”

“O-okay”

As you say this you start to grind on him from behind

Okay so now it’s definitely clear on what ur trying to do

When you started to grind on hinata he started to move slightly forward which causes his erection to rub against the counter

“S-shit!“

You pause and look down

“Ok enough beating around the bush”

You unzip his pants and pull out his member

7/7/24

Hey y'all😅

Um. I'm sorta back?

I've been tryna finksh this request but my motivation to write just died 🥲🥲🥲

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