#oooooh my hand slipped

[milla-frenchy]

Owned

354 words | Joel Miller x fem reader Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, possessiveness, piv, creampie a/n: Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕 and @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

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“Fuck…spread your legs for me. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Joel was holding your knees on either side of your head, hands resting on the back of your thighs, as he was thrusting in hard and fast. His gaze was down at your pussy taking his big cock, splitting you in two, and sometimes your mouth could barely make any sounds other than moans.

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, baby girl? Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to ruin my cunt, daddy…”

“Fuck…I'm already holding back from sending my load baby…this little pussy is squeezing me so tight.”

He sped up slightly, to give you what you wanted and gritted his teeth, frowning.

“That’s what you wanted, baby girl? Gettin’ your little cunt fucked like a good little slut?”

“Yes, daddy…just like that.”

“Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“You, daddy. It’s yours.”

“And when he fucks you, whose pussy is that?”

“Still yours. Only yours. Always.”

He growled, as if it was turning him on even more, as he was still thrusting, even deeper and harder than 10 seconds before.

“Fuck, fuck. Touch yourself, baby girl. Not gonna last. Come on my cock.”

You slipped your finger into his mouth for him to lick it. He looked like a wreck. His curls falling to the side of his face and his sweat was sliding down them.

Your finger twirled over your clit, your mouth parted in pleasure.

“He fucks you like that?”

“No, daddy. Not even close.”

“Good. Come on, baby, come for me.”

And you did as he asked. Like you always did. Responding to his every whim as he responded to yours. Your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter, pulsing on him.

“Oooooh…baby girl…fuck yeah, just like that…Damn I’m gonna come, baby…Gonna fill this pussy. My pussy…Oh god….” He didn’t stop talking even when his cum covered your walls, and you grabbed his cheeks to kiss him.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and you wondered when you would finally dare to break up with his son.

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[mochinomnoms]

“Will you marry me—” “We can sue them for this!”

Based on a tiktok of a guy proposing by hiding the ring in an orange.

He was so in love with you. Utterly, hopelessly, and blissfully in love with you. If he didn't do this now, he wasn't sure he'd be able to.

He sat next to you on the checkered blanket, one you insisted you get for your picnic date. As luck would have it, there was a local farmer's market happening in the park, just across from where you two had settled.

It was the perfect excuse for him to slip you a fresh orange in the middle of your lunch. He'd grabbed the biggest, brightest orange that he was sure would be as sweet as you. He wanted to surprise you, and you've always loved jokes and harmless pranks. Even when (especially when) his fell flat with others, you always gave him a laugh and pretty smile. So he just knew that you'd love this.

As he finally managed to make a small enough tear in the skin to not completely make the orange fall apart, but big enough to slip in the ring. It's sparkling gem just poking out for your view, he gently elbowed you for your attention.

“Here honey.”

You'd been distractedly people watching the folks at the farmer's market, jumping slightly to look at the orange in his hand.

“Oh, thank you! Where'd you get an orange?” You asked, smiling at him as you looked at the orange.

He gestured for you to take it, which you did without question.

“I got it from the farmer's market just a bit ago, but I think there's something in it.”

“Whaaaat?” You gasped, immediately turning the orange over and peeling it. “What do you mean there's something in it?”

He couldn't help but smile as you excitedly dug your nails into the skin, though you were peeling at the wrong spot.

“Just look, right there!” He exclaimed in faux surprise, moving your hand to turn the orange. Your fingers brushed over the stone, making you gasp.

“Oh my gosh!” A giddy grin grew across your face as you carefully picked around the ring until you were able to dig it out.

“Oh. Oooooh!”

Surprise covered your face, mouth dropped as you help the ring up, it shone in juice and from the sunlight. It was one of his favorite sights, though all of them included you.

Sudden realization crossed your face as you turned to face him, holding the ring between you two. You were still smiling with a sparkle in your eye, and he knew that this the best idea he'd ever had.

“Baby-gasp-baby.” You grabbed his hand, and exclaimed. “We can sue them for this!”

Wait, what!

“No! Will you marry me?!” He half-laughed, half-cried.

“Oh!” You hummed in understanding, before realization crossed your face, and you threw yourself at him. “Oh my god, yes!!!”

He loved you, and your antics. He's glad he can be with them for the rest of his life.

Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalm Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Lilia Vanrouge

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[thunderbump]

Lockdown Labor Alone

Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at doing anything like this so it’s probably not very good, but if you do enjoy like and follow :)

Tilly had just woken up from a peaceful night sleep to cramping and feelings of tightness, however when you’re as pregnant as she is that isn’t uncommon. She heaved herself out of bed, putting on a comfy pair of pink maternity trousers and just a loose fitting bra as nothing would fit over her humongous belly.

She starts to waddle downstairs to make breakfast before having to stop suddenly upon experiencing a sharp pain. “Shhh baby it’s alright” Tilly whispered whilst rubbing her belly softly before passing the pain off as Braxton hicks. She arrived at her kitchen and made herself breakfast, she was about to start eating when a stronger pain came, this time making her groan out loud. “ooooh baby please don’t be coming now, not when I’m all alone” Tilly said as panic started to set in her voice. Her husband was abroad when Lockdowns started and he hadn’t been able to make it back to the country yet.

She waits a moment and the pain fades so she starts eating. She was nearly done when a sudden immense amount of pressure attacked her body. “Uuugggghhh” Tilly moaned as her nose scrunched and she clutched her bump before feeling her water break with a large pop.

“Oh no no no no no this is happening too quick” she exclaimed. She lifted herself up from her chair, her body dripping from her water breaking and she started heading to the bathroom. Upon arriving there Tilly starts to throw down towels onto the floor and slowly lowers herself down so shes laying on her back sitting slightly upright. “Sshhh it’s gonna be fine tilly you can oooohhh god a contraction uuugggghhh” she groans as another contraction barrels through her as she rubs her hard belly.

At this point the pressure on her back was too much so she changed to being on all fours hoping that would help. “Oh god I’m starting to feel like i need to push, please wait baby please nnnnghhhh” Tilly had no choice her body was telling her to push and she was powerless to stop it.

“Hooo ok i can do this” she began readying herself to push when her next contraction hit. “Hooooo aaaggghhh here it comes! Nnnnngghhhhh i c-can f-feel you Coming!” Tillys face was red and covered in sweat, her nose was scrunched but the baby’s head was half out. “Oooow it burns” moaned Tilly as she could feel the head coming. “Ughh i need to change position” she heaved her laboring body up and with a grunt went to the window.

Tilly stood at the window for a moment as she felt her baby’s head for the first time. “Nearly there now baby” she said panting awaiting the next contraction. “Ooooooh ok its coming its coming its Nnnnngghhhhh!” The overwhelming urge to push took over her again and she grabbed the windowsill allowing herself to fall into a deep squat. “Nnnnngghhhhh ughhh come out!” Following this giant push the baby’s head fully emerged with a gush of fluid.

Tilly removed one hand from the window sill and gently cupped the baby’s head in preparation to catch the rest of it. “Oooooh god Nnnnngghhhhh” moaned Tilly tilting her head back and giving her biggest push yet. With this giant push the baby’s shoulders slipped out swiftly followed by the rest of it. “Hi baby” Tilly cooed as she looked at her baby for the first time.

[maxlarens]

happy birthday my darling!!

🩷 + Oscar date idea: lazy movie night at home 🥹

barely even mentioned it but remembered how much i love harry potter writing this. oooooh the absolute chokehold that series had on me and my fanfics for sooo many years. i hope u love it viv!!!

“Which one’s this then?”, Oscar asks, as he slips through the gap of the bedroom door, balancing a bowl of popcorn in the crook of his arm and holding two steaming mugs.

“Ooh,” you drop your phone, unceremoniously abandoning a half-written text to a friend, “Is that tea?”

Oscar hums, coming around to your side of the bed. He bends down so you can grab the popcorn from him, saving it from the terrible fate of accidentally falling all over your freshly clean bedsheets.

“Hot chocolate,” he explains, placing the mug on your bedside table beside where you’d already placed the bowl.

You smile brightly at him, at his thoughtfulness, and track him as he walks the length of the bed to his side. The mattress dips as he sits down and you reach out to rub your thumb over the skin of his thigh in thanks while he settles.

“Yum,” you say, while he nudges closer to you.

Thigh pressing against yours, his arm snaking around the back of you. You lean into him, press your temple against his cheek. He twists slightly to press his mouth to your hairline, firm enough to say I love you.

“Which one did you put on?”, he asks again, breath tickling the shell of your ear.

You sniff, furrow your eyebrows, “You can’t tell?”

You don’t need to look to know that he rolls his eyes, “‘Scuse me. I had things to do in my childhood that weren’t watching Harry Potter movies, thank you very much.”

You huff this time, pulling back to mock-glare at him, “Are you calling me a nerd, Oscar Piastri? Are you saying it’s weird to know which Harry Potter movie is which?”

Oscar’s biting back a smile as Harry flees the Dursley house on screen in front of you, “I’m calling you a geek actually.”

You reach forward to shove at his shoulder, playfully, lightly, not so hard that you might injure something. You pull a face while he looks at you fondly, cheeks gone soft and squishy with a smile. Dimples carving out.

He presses forward to kiss you, quickly, without warning. You sigh into it, pleased at the way your lips melt and mould together. You lean into his hand when it comes up to rest on your jaw—

“You’re mean,” you mutter, there’s no heat to it though.

“I’m mean?”, he whispers, forehead on yours, “You won’t tell me which movie it is.”

You hum— kiss— hum again, “The third one.”

Oscar groans, mouth on yours, “The name, maybe?”

“Why do you even want to know? Are you a nerd?”

You feel him exhale out through his nose, a frustrated sigh that tells you he knows you’re not going to tell him, purely out of spite now. Your lips are barely touching. But he presses forward, into you again, with enough force to knock you all the way back into the mattress. A laugh bubbles up out of your mouth, meeting Oscar’s halfway as he melts into you again.

Movie half forgotten until later.

my bday celly💝

[strangerxperv]

65. “you’re being particularly insufferable today”

Exasperated Dom/ Daddy Jim Hopper x loser perv sub/ little reader

Warnings: NSFW/ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Age difference, degradation, you're a loser/ unkept/ chapped lips/ almost constant dehydration, curvy fem bodied, Jim is a Dom turned annoyed daddy, you're disgusting and full of lust, Jim secretly loves its, spitting, and breeding.

Daddy's Little Pervy Loser

You're not Jim's usual type and you've found peace in this knowledge. He likes you and hasn't broken up with your degenerate ass yet. Most people in this situation would try to bend over backwards. You?

You like to annoy Jim so he'll be mean to you. You love how it feels for him to make you feel small. The way Jim's big burly arms cage you in close.

Jim's cock stuffed down your throat forcing drool and precum to waterfall. Slip past your chapped split lips and drip off his full balls. His hands engulfing the sides of your face with his calloused thick fingers entangled in your hair.

But you loved it even more when Jim fucked you full of cum over and over, promising to knock you up. All the while his deep voice whispers words of twisted praise. The degrading look and tone fills you with satisfaction knowing you have brought him to sin.

Chief Jim Hopper a true and just man laying with a disgusting young perverted loser. You tempt him and he used to hate it. Jim thought he hated you and was even cruel. But that didn't deter you and instead it encouraged you to push harder, like it was a game.

So yes, your relationship is odd and most don't understand how it works. Jim isn't embarrassed by you or ashamed of the relationship. He does hate that you like to make people uncomfortable by jokingly calling him daddy.

He hates it even more feeling his dick twitch to life at the title you've given him, "Daddy!" Your goading bratty tone pulls all the right strings. Jim wants to make you scream it until your horse voice begs Daddy to forgive you. He wonders if you're aware of the effect that name has for the large man.

You must know to some extent based on your current behavior, "Mmm...I can't reach my cup! Can you pleeease help me, daddy?" It's obvious that you can reach the cup on the shelf completely in grasping distance.

Or when you bent over to grab the remote from under the couch. Your ass poking out from your skirt before you widened your stance. Ass up and back arched he sees your glistening petals, "Oooooh! My fingers can't reach it, daddy! I need your help!"

But worse yet you sitting on his lap bugging him during the game, "Don't you wanna play with me instead daddy?" And this time you feel him twitch, "I can catch you balls until it rains!"

Jim begins to shake from under you before his boisterous laugh echos around you, "You want me to fuck you? Till you squirt?!" It's humiliating that him laughing at your flirtatious offer makes you more desperate, "How you're dehydrated-" Jim's laughing so hard he can't breath and his face is getting red, "The only drinks you ever open your mouth for is daddy's spit or cum!"

You feel hot all over from embarrassment and excitement, "That's cause daddy tastes so much better than yucky water!" With that you open your mouth as wide as you can physically handle. Your tongue lolling out in a lewdly debauched display of submission.

"you’re being particularly insufferable today," He's not laughing anymore, "Only good girls get daddy's spit. You want it?" His hand grips your jaw forcing your face away, "Earn it and drink that big glass of water." To prove his point Jim spits onto your puffy cheek.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You can't help but hump your ass onto his throbbing cock. It's so fucking mean you want more. Stumbling off his lap, Jim rights you, almost tripping over your own feet before gripping the large cup.

Gulp after gulp you're soon drenched and your shirt is soaked, clinging to your fat tits. Nipples are poking out at Jim and he barely takes notice of you gasping for breath. A few gulps more and the cup is empty so you toss it aside.

"Wow," it's sarcastic, "You're that much of a desperate fucking loser whose only thought is to get stuffed with cock-" a shake of his head, "You're willing to drench your shirt just to obey your daddy?"

A moan squeaks from your dripping lips while you wiggle in place. Your hands pull your skirt up to show your puffy cunt. The fabric bunched in your small hands, "Please, Please look at me!" Jim can't look away from your pussy squished between thick thighs, "I wan' you to fill my fuck hole full of your sticky cum. Wan' you to fuck me, daddy, I wan' feel your full balls slapping me!" One hand slips down as you spread your stance and then your lips, "My clit is so hard it hurts!" Your whine makes Jim clench his jaw.

"You're a degenerate pervert." Jim growls out as his glare watches slick drool from your hole. It only makes you more wet and serves to piss Jim off further, "I swear to God. You dumb fucking whore, do you know what You've done to me? How you seduced me and twisted me from a good man to one that craves you constantly?" He rises from his chair to tower over you, "I need to ruin you like you've ruined me."

[squippy360]

Would be interesting to see SubTop!Clark Kent x DomBottom!Male reader

Clark Kent x Male Reader

(CW: overstimulation, cursing, degrading, lingerie play)

I stumbled through the front door of me and Clark's house, dragging Clark in by his tie. I slammed the door closed and shoved him against the wall, pinning one of his arms to his side. 

"I can't fucking take you anywhere. All those damn people flirting with you like they're a bunch of bitches in heat." You growled at him, running your hands over his firm body. Clark's eyes were filled with shame, lust, and need. 

"I-I'm sorry, my love! T-They just seemed so nice a-and I didn't think that it would make you upset…" Clark's eyes softened and glossed over, flashing me his puppy eyes. 

"After they groped your arms you came running over to me and practically humped me. You got turned on by those fuckers fondling your muscles, you naughty bitch." You growled and gripped his face and smashed your lips onto his. He whined loudly but was cut off by a firm squeeze on his carotid artery. His eyes rolled back a bit and his legs shook as he tried to stay up. 

I smirked and pulled away, watching as his bright pink lips twitched and small whimpers escaped his mouth. "Please…" He whined. I could see that his pants were tight as his cock strained against the restricting fabric. I grabbed him by the tie and yanked him upstairs. He stumbled along and yelled as I pushed him into the bed. 

I crawled on his lap and tore off his dress shirt. I sighed at his black lingerie that supported his big pecs. I smashed my face in his chest and sucked and bit his nipples. "Good boy~," I said and ground against Clark's waist. 

"Oh please! I'm gonna lose it, darling!" Clark whimpered and bucked his hips up into me. I wiggled down and began to take our clothes off. His big and pretty pink cock was dripping with precum all over his underwear. I threw them away and flopped on the bed, pulling Clark on top of me. 

"Prove that you can be a good boy. That you can control yourself in public without the need to cum in your pants every time you're near me." I said and grabbed a condom and lube. I tore the condom open and rolled it onto Clark's cock while spreading lube around my hole. 

"Should I prep you? I don't want it to hurt-" Clark began. "Be a good boy and fuck me already." I said and spread my legs far enough for his waist to fit perfectly. He lifted my hips easily and slipped his cock into my tight hole. He moaned softly and pumped his cock in and out of me mindlessly. 

I gasped and arched my back, moaning loudly. "F-Fuck- OH!" I saw stars when he buried his face in my neck and humped me faster. I clawed at his back and whined into his shoulder loudly. His hands felt around me everywhere before grabbing my cock and jerking it in his hand. 

My eyes rolled back and my thighs twitched as I came all over my tummy. "Fuck! Clark!" I moaned. He was whimpering louder, getting close to his release. 

"Stop." I growled. 

"No! Please!" He sobbed loudly as his hips came to a sudden jerk. I smirked and wiggled my hips to tease him. I waited a bit before letting him thrust into me again. 

"Keep going but don't cum unless I tell you." He was faster this time. His moans were high-pitched and whiny. His thrusts became sloppy and needy.

"Shit…shit shit! Yes!" My eyes rolled back and my hips twitched. "Such a good boy~ Oooooh~" I whined as his cock bottomed out inside of me and his cum filled my hole. I shuddered and looked down with a lustful face. He sighed happily and trusted a few times, burying his semen deeper inside me. 

He slowly pulled out and watched with glazed eyes as the cum poured out. I wiggled into the bed more and let Clark clean us. He shyly dressed us before hopping into bed and cuddling into my arms. 

"Was it good?" Clark whispered gently. 

"You were wonderful, love." I whispered back. He kissed me and we both spent the night giggling about our day. 

Next: uhhhhhhhhh-

[sp-by-april]

OOOOOH-

Reader cheating on Stan with Kyle!!

Kyle x F!Reader

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There was another big party, but this time it was my boyfriend’s house. Stan and I had been together for a while. I loved him a lot but… We’d been having some problems. He could navel gaze like no other, and get so lost in himself. He internalized so much that it would leave me wondering about my place in his life. I still wanted to be with him, even if he was a little self-absorbed.

There was one problem: His best friend, Kyle.

Kyle and I got close through proximity to Stan. I liked him a lot. The fact he was cute as fuck didn’t hurt. Once I had a wet dream about them fucking me together and it dominated my thoughts. Then I slowly went from thinking about both of them fucking me to just Kyle.

I was thinking about it so much that I started avoiding him. Unfortunately, he noticed the change in my behavior and cornered me at the party.

I hung my coat up in Stan’s closet and when I walked out of the room and shut the door, there was Kyle.

He tilted his head as he looked at me, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. What do you mean?”

“I dunno, I haven’t seen you in a while, I was worried,”

I melted a little. Concerned and caring Kyle was just a little irresistible. Especially the way my boyfriend had been acting lately.

“I don’t know,” “I sighed, “I just can’t think straight lately,”

“Heh,” He took a step towards me, “I know the feeling. That’s why I’m so careful around you,”

I blinked, “What do you mean?”

He scanned my face, “You really don’t know how bad I want you? You don’t know what you do to me?”

“Kyle…”

I didn't know what else to say. I was shell-shocked. Especially now that he was so close to me that my back was against the door.

He bit his lip as his gazed focused on mine, “Saying my name like that doesn’t help either,”

“What about Stan?” I asked.

“Stan talks about you,” Kyle slid his hand over my cheek, “He tells me how good you feel and all the things you do to him. It just makes me want you even more,”

He kissed me and every nerve in my body misfired.

His hand slid down my neck, over my breast, over my waist and landed on the doorknob behind me. He twisted it open and pushed me inside.

He slammed the door behind us.

His hands held onto my hips and he pulled me into another kiss. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time… Desire. Not only that, I felt desirable. Sexy. Wanted.

Kyle’s tongue rolled over mine like he was lost in the desert and there was an oasis in my mouth.

His hand reached out and flicked the light switch on and I suddenly realized could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“If you leave the light on, people will figure out we’re in here,” I murmured softly against his lips.

His hands slid around to my back and ran up my shoulders. He pulled me against him until there was no room for daylight between us. I could feel him throb and I resisted the urge to push my hips harder into him. He felt big.

“I want to see you feel as good as you look,” He kissed my neck, “And I want to know if you feel as good as you look,”

His hands skimmed down my back, then he quickly hiked up my tight, bodycon dress and pulled my favorite pair of panties down to my thighs.

His hand slipped between my legs and soon his fingers were tracing my slit.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” His breath hitched as he spread my desire for him, “I don’t think I can wait much longer,”

I kissed him forcefully. I was the one starving now. We peeled off my dress, his shirt, and then my bra in between kisses as we made our way to the bed.

He pushed me onto the bed and knelt in front of me. He grabbed my panties and finally pulled them past my knees and over my ankles. He slipped them in his back pocket and kissed my knee.

He spread my legs and trailed kisses up my thigh until he landed on my clit. He ran his tongue over me and my leg twitched.

“You’re sensitive,” He mumbled over my delicate skin.

He kissed my hip and trailed more kisses as he climbed on top of me. He kissed my stomach, my ribs, my breast. He ran his tongue over my nipple and up to my collarbone and my whole body shuddered.

“You look so good trembling under me,” He left a soft, wet kiss on my neck, “I could do this all night,”

“We don’t have all night,” I whispered.

He sat up and his eyes scanned my body, “You’re right,”

Kyle pushed what was left of his clothes down to his thighs and I was enamored immediately. His cock looked even better than I imagined. God, he was fucking thick, blushing, and dripping wet with precum.

He was stroking himself as he looked at my body and I was completely enthralled watching him spread his desire for me up and down his shaft.

When he finally started rubbing the head of his cock over me, I knew there was no going back from this.

He pushed into me and I gasped for air as the small pocket between my legs stretched and he squeezed inside. It felt like he pushed all the breath out of me when he sank in.

His hand traced over my breast, over my collarbone and cradled my neck as he sealed his mouth over mine. His tongue moved over mine as his hips started to shift into me.

All the anxiety and tension in my body dissolved away as he thrust into me. I held on to his hips and my nails dug into his skin as he moved harder and faster against me.

I couldn’t stop moaning and hoped the music was enough to cover the noises spilling out of me.

I wrapped my legs over his and locked him in. I could feel him throb inside of me as I used my legs and hands to pull him in deeper.

“Does he make you feel as good as I do?” He groaned into my neck and his hot breath melted over my skin.

“No,” I whimpered as I felt him lick my neck up to my ear.

His teeth closed softly around my earlobe and he thrust into me so hard that my whole body jumped.

Kyle kissed my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, “I’ll fuck you all night. I’m gonna fuck you until you say that you’re mine,”

He thrust deeper and harder into me, testing the limits of the soft walls in my core.

A loud, shuddering moan poured out of me, “I’m yours,”

He watched closely as my back arched and every muscle in my body seized up. The wave of bliss finally crested and slammed into me in a way I’d never felt before. My toes curled as it surged through me and he groaned loudly, almost as loud as I was. The deep noise he made as I fastened up and gripped him tight reverberated divinely.

My nails dug into him and my legs kept him pulled and locked in. I could feel his cock pulsing intensely, almost violently, as he pumped hot sticky spurts into me.

He panted over me and I watched his half-lidded eyes scan my body.

The reality of the situation hit me as the post-orgasm clarity set in.

He tried to kiss me, but I tilted my mouth away, “This can’t happen again,”

His hand slid over my cheek and his nose slid past mine, his lips brushing past my own.

“It’ll happen again,” He held my gaze as he murmured into my mouth, “I’m gonna keep fucking you until you’re mine,”

[citadelsanchez]

hahah what if Rick gets drunk and reader if taking care of them and he just slips that he likes them? and compliments them and just kinda goes off?(then denies anything happened the next day when they ask?) I just think about that a lot tbh sdkj

You got it! Wrote this at 3 am and couldn't think of a better bit than the hair thing, go easy on me asfjkxc. Also did it in y/n fashion again. Hope you like it!

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"Alright Rick, I may be alone in this opinion, but the way you're staggering and drooling on the floor tells me you need that bottle confiscated" you sigh, miserably attempting to snatch the alcohol from Rick's fingers.

"Hey s-s-sh-ut the fuck up Y/N, y-y-y-you're being ridiculous. I'm a-alwaaays drunk" Rick retorted, successfully pulling away the bottle away. He laughs before teetering again, placing his hands on your shoulders to balance himself.

You look up at him with a slightly annoyed expression. "Rick, I've been trying to get you to bed for 2 hours. Please just stop being stubborn and follow me."

He pokes your shoulders playfully now, "Oooooh, really? Into bed for w-what cause I think I'm down."

"Into bed for my sanity, please."

He scoffed in response, beginning to walk off into the Smiths' living room but knocked over the table near the wall instead.

"Rick, Jesus Christ," you tug on his arm and he bends down slightly, clearly fighting sleep to the best of his ability. He puts a hand in your hair and starts twirling it in his fingers slowly.

"How do youuu get it s-so bouncy?"

You're confused for a second and then stifle a laugh, as you've never seen Rick this vulnerable and... affectionate? before.

"I- uh, it's just volumizer" you respond.

He looks at you still in a dazed wondrous state. "It's pretty. And I-I don't like that wo-ORRD but you know, I guess I co-could tell you that now. I always n-notice it firSSTT when I see you," he burps out.

You feel a slight warmth in the pit of your stomach. Rick has always been playfully flirty with you here and there, but has never expressed any kind of genuine sentiment like this before.

"Thanks Rick, that's.. that's sweet of you."

"I-I-I mean like I actually think you're cu-cute like a little baby, i-it's weird," he goes on.

"Okay, tell me more, but let's go in here okay?" You gently place your arm under his and steer him towards his bedroom. He rolls his head to the side and gives a small "okay" in response.

You manage to drag him into his room and take his lab coat and pants off and get him onto the bed. "Ugh, see wh-what I mean, it's sick..ening" Rick slurs out, staring up at you.

"What?" You ask, sitting on the bed beside him.

"H-how fucking caring you are. G-god I just want to be around you aalllllll the time. I always hope it'll-it'll rub off on me b-but I don't think anyone could be as go-good natured as you."

Your cheeks burn red as you study his face, his head still bobbing while blinking at you slowly.

"A-and I know that I'll deny this sh-shit later but Y/N you're a saint. B-beautiful and delicate. And I've s-seen a lot o-o-of fine specimens b-but I think you're the truuee definition of a goddess."

Your mouth hangs agape a little as you realize that he's serious. He's not just spouting some speech, he's telling the truth. The unfiltered truth. Only drunk Rick does that, and you've only seen it twice before.

"Um, well- thank you Rick, you're uh, not so bad yourself. I've always-"

"Hey, shh, this was my confession t-time, not yours. J-just lay with me, pleaaseee.." you can see his eyes start to flutter shut as he holds an arm out to invite you into an embrace.

You lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arm tightly around your body before you both drift into a deep sleep.

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In the morning, you awake to an empty bed and glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads 11:54 am. You're beginning to recall last night's events as Rick walks in, fully dressed. He clears his throat.

"So you wanna tell me why uh, you're in my bed?"

You snicker at this. "Oh, Rick, you suddenly don't remember?"

"Remember what? If we screwed, th-then clearly not. Must not have been that impressed sweetie."

"Nope, we didn't. Buuuut, you did basically praise me all night" you smirk.

"Not a chance," Rick laughs and crosses his arms sternly.

"You did though. And I know that for the smartest man in the universe, your memory isn't that bad. Even in a hangover," you tease now, desperate for him to admit to his vulnerability.

He sits on the bed beside you and leans to get in your face. "Are you that desperate for my attention that you're making things up?"

"Hmm, I guess so. Anyway, I've got to go get dressed and volumize my hair, we'll talk later," you smile as you get up to leave.

Before you go, you catch a small look of shock on his face and a quiet "shit" escape his mouth.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Duck Adam Au

As promised here it is, Adam is a sinner with duck like wings and tail.

Contact Warning: Smut, Adam has a vagina, slight breeding kink.

Adam was sitting on the edge of his and Lucifer's shared bed, he was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and boxers it was far too warm in the hotel today.

It's been about three months since his curse has been broken and he was no longer Grumpy the duck. Adam actually liked being a duck he was treated like fucking royalty, the way it should be.

One little kiss on the beak from Lucifer and he was somewhat normal.

Adam was still female....... Down there.

Lucifer said it was likely part of his punishment for going to Hell but that didn't make it fair. He had been a female duck why did he have to keep the pussy?

Lucifer surely didn't seem to mind.........

The thought of him made Adams core warm and clit throb. He slipped off his boxers and spread his legs wide and slowly teased himself rubbing the sensitive nub. "Mmmm.~" He didn't understand why he was so horny, he was already super wet and he'd hardly started.

Adam closed his eyes and leaned his head back focused on his pleasure, god this felt good. He moved his fingers faster hoping to bring his release sooner.

Close.... So close......SO CLOSE-

"Having fun?"

Damn it! "Fuck! When did you come in?"

Lucifer smirked as he walked over. "Not long, does my precious princess need help?"

Adam's face went red, Lucifer still called him his 'precious princess' even though he was no longer a duck. "Well since you ruined my orgasm."

Lucifer cooed and kissed his nose. "Let me make it up to you darling.~" He got down on his knees and spread Adam wider, kissing his thigh slowly to his opening only to avoid it by kissing around it. Adam squirmed as he looked down watching.

Adam gasped when Lucifer finally made contact with his aching wet pussy, he was memorized by him eating Adam out. "Oooooh!~" Adam nearly jumped clean off the bed when Lucifer started sucking his clit. "Fuck!"

Lucifer inserted two fingers as he continued stimulating Adams most sensitive parts.

Adam whined when he withdrew completely. "Luciiii!"

Lucifer just simply kissed him and undid his pants when he stood up. He took his dick in his hand and teased Adams opening. With his other hand he gripped Adam's chin forcing eye contact. "You want me to put it in princess?"

"Yessss! Please!" Adam felt dizzy with desire he wanted to be fucked by his mate so badly. He cooed when he felt himself get filled to the hilt, he gripped the sheets behind him.

Lucifer seized his hips and thrusted into the awaiting heat with vigor. "Damn baby, you're so nice and wet for me."

Adam threw his head back moaning, he was pretty sure a quack or two slipped out as he had his mouth. "Oh fuck! Please finish inside me!"

"Does my princess want me to give her a baby?"

A baby! Oh that sounded wonderful. "Yes! Oh please Luci get me pregnant!" Adam cried out even louder when Lucifer slammed into him even harder, his orgasm washed over him and clenched the King's dick making him spill inside of Adam.

Lucifer kissed Adam and gently pushed him into the bed, his hard and fast thrusts turning slow and firm as he fucked them both through their orgasms.

Adam sighed softly and kissed him sweetly. "Fuck that feels better."

"Glad I could help." Lucifer chuckled kissing him again. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Sunshine and Paco would be very excited in four weeks to learn they are getting a little sibling.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men in Wedding Dresses

Requested: No

Warnings: König’s tits, Soap trying to twerk

A/N: I think I might like feminine coded König. Idk, might try forcibly feminizing him later.

It started simply enough, a friend of yours was getting married and invited you and your partner along for wedding dress shopping, wanting your opinion on the matter as they tried on what seemed like hundreds of dresses til they could find one they liked.

And that was when you saw it, the beautiful dress that seemed like it could inexplicably be the same size of your buff boyfriend. They looked at your mischievous grin and followed your gaze to the dress.

Ghost

Ghost sighs, glancing back and forth between you and dress for a moment before simply getting up and snatching it off the rack, making his way to a changing room.

He’s more than a bit uncomfortable when he steps out, fidgeting and trying to adjust it as best he can to make it more comfortable (a futile effort). He can’t understand how anyone can walk in these things!

He looks you in the eyes, deathly serious. “I ain’t wearing this shit on our wedding day.”

Soap

Soap is as curious as a puppy as he sees you eyeing the dress and then looking back at him. Probably misunderstands what you’re thinking of at first. “You can try that on if you want!” He’ll tell you, even if the size is all wrong on you. You’ll have to tell him outright what you’re thinking of or he just won’t get it.

Once he does understand though, he’ll quietly go “oooooh” before grinning and standing up, eagerly snatching the dress up and practically running to the changing room.

When he emerges, he’s striking poses, flexing his muscles and begging you to take pictures. He even tries to do some twerking which ends with him tripping over the dress and face planting on the floor.

König

Poor König doesn’t know what’s going on as you stand up, dragging him to the changing rooms and shoving him in with the dress. He’ll stand there confused for like a solid minute, not understanding what’s happening til you ask him if it fits okay.

When he comes out (after a LOT of coaxing), he’s blushing and fidgeting with the dress, trying to pull the neckline up since the bodice is just a little too tight and keeps slipping down to expose his tits. He’s red and flustered and buries his face in his hands when you try to take pictures of him, muttering incoherent German to himself as you coo over him.

Ultimately though, he didn’t mind it too much and he liked seeing you so happy but he’d prefer not to try on anything like that in public again. But in private would be fine.

Alejandro

It takes Alejandro a minute to understand what’s going on in your head but when he does, he adamantly refuses. It will take quite a bit of begging and bribing before he finally just sighs, weak to all your requests anyways as he yanks the dress off the rack and shuffles to the changing room, pouting at you the whole way.

He looks grumpy when he emerges but THEN he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and bursts out laughing. Giant belly laughs that has the whole store eyeing him like he’s crazy as he starts wheezing and pointing at his reflection. “*¡Me parezco a mi madre!” He’ll chant, never once letting up on his laughter.

He pops several stitches in the dress and later finds out that he now has to buy it so now you have a (rather expensive) wedding dress in Alejandro’s size just sitting in your closet wrapped in plastic.

*¡Me parezco a mi madre! = I look like my mother!

[etherealspacejelly]

Hiiii 🖖

What are your favorite spirk moments? Are there any that you think are underrated?

OOOOOH *RUBS MY GAY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER* THIS IS A GREAT QUESTION I LOVE THIS QUESTION

i think the ones that get me the most are the movie ones. "this simple feeling..." and "i have been and always shall be yours" had me screaming, crying, sliding down the wall, pacing around my kitchen yelling

as far as underrated ones. i dont think we talk enough about dig it in there mr sp-

and "i do want to go back to the ship, captain"

also times when spock uses jim instead of captain or sir. i think i could write a whole essay on that alone. i was watching doomsday machine last night and when jim says hes gonna ram the constellation down the planet killers throat and blow it up spock gets this look of utter despair on his face and says "jim... you'll be killed." and its so. its so vulnerable and desperate and it tore me apart. "captain kirk" is his superior officer, whom he respects and is loyal and devoted to, but "jim" is his friend, his best friend, the one he cares about the most in the whole universe, and he can't bear to see him sacrifice himself, can't bear to be left behind. we see this in amok time too. with jim gone spock turns into a husk of himself. "live long and prosper" "i shall do neither". most of the very few times in the series spock lets the "no emotions" mask slip is because of jim. he panics when jim is alone with the horta in devil in the dark, he despairs when he thinks jim is dead/going to die, he offers sympathy when jim is grieving his brother in operation annihilate and when the commodore dies in doomsday machine. he is ashamed when he fails to come up with a solution in corbomite maneuver and jim says "is that the best you can do?" because he feels that he has failed jim.

uhhhh fuck sorry i started writing the essay didnt i. i genuinely didnt mean to do that. autism moment i guess

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM I COULD DO IT FOREVER

[demonpiratehuntress]

hurt for long

OPLA!Zoro x Reader

Summary - Every time you go to a certain island, you're used by a guy you think genuinely likes you. This time you go with Zoro, and when that guy hurts you yet again, the green-haired swordsman is there to pick up the pieces.

Warning - cussing, violence (a little, but it's Zoro), he may be OOC a little but it fits the plot

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"Don't you think for a minute he's irreplaceable

I know he hurt you, but it won't hurt for long

Hurt for long

He thinks you're out of options

You're 'bout to prove him wrong

'Cause I'm right here making sure you don't hurt for long

Hurt for long"

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"What's so nice about this island?"

You looked at the dark-haired sharpshooter next to you as leaned against the railing of the ship, your gaze previously on the upcoming stretch of land. You let out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves which were clearly showing. But you felt too excited.

"I'm just excited to see someone."

"Oooooh," Usopp teased, "(Name)'s got a boyfriend."

The timing could not have been worse, because your closest crewmate - and secret crush, but that's a long story - was about to join you and Usopp. However, when those words met his ears, he changed his mind. He was not going to stand and listen to you gush about the nobody you liked, because it wasn't him.

You didn't notice, your cheeks reddening, "He's not my boyfriend! Just a...friend with benefits, of sorts."

Zoro's annoyance quickly grew, and he almost accidentally shoved a passing Sanji overboard while storming away from the deck. He didn't know why he felt so protective, so possessive, because it was clear you weren't into him (at least in his mind), but he couldn't help it. He'd tried so hard to stop these feelings, unsuccessfully. And now he had to deal with your affections lying elsewhere, with some stupid guy on some stupid island and-

"We're here!"

You were bounding off the ship as soon as it was moored, and already running into the village without waiting for anyone. Nami and Sanji - the only two who were aware of Zoro's feelings, much to his irritation - looked at him. He turned away, trying to appear unaffected, but none of them missed the way his fists clenched.

By the time the rest of the crew had caught up with you, however, Zoro's anger and frustration was immediately replaced with heartbreak and concern.

You were dejectedly walking back the way you came, hugging yourself with tears streaming down your face. Your quiet sniffles were not as quiet as you intended them to be, and upon hearing them Zoro's heart sunk.

"(Name), what happened?!" Nami was the first to reach you, grabbing your arms and pulling you aside.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied quietly, a fresh round of tears slipping down your face. "Can we just go?"

"What did he do?"

All eyes turned to the green-haired swordsman, anger burning in his eyes. One hand was on his swords, as if he was preparing to slide one out and slice whoever hurt you into ribbons.

"How did you-" You looked up at him, but he cut you off.

"What. Did. He. Do?"

"Please don't do anything stupid," you pleaded, but told him anyway. Out of everyone on the crew, you were closest to Zoro. You couldn't stop yourself from telling him anything and everything, even if you tried.

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, Zoro!"

Before you could lunge at him to stop him, he was gone. You cursed yourself for mentioning which house it was, and the rest of you ran as fast as you could to chase down your aggressive crewmate.

But when Zoro was out for blood, he usually got it.

By the time you all reached the house, Zoro was standing over the guy with his boot pressed down hard on the coward's chest, with him whimpering and begging to be freed. One of Zoro's katanas was pointed directly at his nose, and he was going squint trying to keep his eyes on it. You were about to say something, when you heard the words spilling from the swordsman's mouth.

"You dumb fuck," he hissed, "Do you even realise what you have done? You had all of her attention, all of her affection, and you go and fuck it up? How could you settle for that whore upstairs when you had the prettiest woman already? Bastard."

Your heart fluttered at those words - some of them, anyway. He thought you were the prettiest? He yearned for your love and attention? You had been so busy trying to ignore your feelings for him and project them onto someone else, that you had never made room for the possibility he might like you back. Now you felt guilty, and started to cry all over again.

"Zoro," Nami warned. "Let's go."

He looked up to see you standing there with Nami, all the fire in his eyes extinguishing at the sight of you. His expression softened, and within seconds he had his sword sheathed and you in his arms. You tried to protest, saying you could walk, but his next words made you melt.

"I want to carry you."

A while later, you were back on the seas with your crew. A blanket had been slung across your shoulders, and you were sitting out on the deck with a hot drink in your hand - courtesy of Sanji who had been in no way threatened by Zoro to make it.

"Thank you," you finally spoke, turning to the silent swordsman beside you.

"What for?" He asked, his deep voice comforting you.

"For beating him up," you managed a small laugh.

He cracked a smile at that, turning to look at you, "Who says I did it for you? Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hit something."

"Uh huh, tough guy," you laughed, then leaned against him. "Did you mean all those things you said?"

"What things?" He hummed, trying to feign confusion.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled and let him be. You just sat there, leaning against him, and watched the ocean in silence. Until he decided to speak up.

"I did mean them."

You smiled, and looked up at him as he continued.

"I'm not...I'm not very good at showing how I feel, especially when it comes to something like this." He paused. "I don't know how to...navigate this, because I have never let myself think about anything other than training. Than becoming the world's greatest swordsman. Romance was the last thing I ever expected to find, but..." He gave you a rare, unguarded and genuinely happy smile, "I'm glad I found it with you."

His confession made your eyes widen, and you had to set the drink down from how shaky your hands got.

"And I know..." He took a deep breath, "I know you liked that guy, but-"

You giggled, and he stopped talking, his face turning red.

"Your naivety towards some things is adorable, you know that?" You stopped him before he could protest about being called adorable. "I only diverted my attention to him because I didn't think I would ever have a chance with you, the absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, quietly sweet, and extremely protective former pirate hunter."

Your words caused an unfamiliar feeling to overcome him. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, an effect only you had ever had on him. He couldn't describe how he felt hearing you say that, but it was definitely a good feeling and he was starting to enjoy the way you made him feel.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you right against him. You hummed in satisfaction and curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder as his chin found the top of your head. You felt a soft, barely-there kiss being placed on top of your head, and smiled to yourself.

"Well I guess I should be thankful that idiot messed up," he spoke again, "He didn't deserve you anyway." He looked at you. "You deserve so much better than that, and I'm going to show you that."

You smiled, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes, "I know."

He let himself smile again, satisfaction bubbling within him at the fact that he was the cause of your smile this time. He held you just a bit tighter, not wanting to let go, and wanting to keep you from further harm, emotional or physical. He wanted to shield you from all the hurtful things you might encounter, because he would be damned if he had to go through the pain of seeing your face so broken and upset again. He didn't ever want to see you cry again, not because of him, or anyone else.

"You know, that didn't hurt for long," you finally spoke up again after a few quiet minutes. "Thanks to you."

"Glad I can be of service."

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest at his remark. He laughed, the sound like audible honey, and leaned in to softly press his lips against yours.

"Get some rest. I'll be here for as long as you need me to."

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[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me already have written this part the day after I posted the first one 🤭. I wanna add titles to the chapters but idk what I’d have them be, probably lyrics from songs I like lol. Once again, apologies now for If Miguel is ooc and if the terminology and sports talk is wrong. If you’re experienced in either sport and wanted to lmk if I got something wrong. If you want to be added to the taglist lmk too.

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)- Last name.

No warnings, Just Miguel and you interacting lol. Idk if this is consider filler but it’s meant to get the ball rolling lol.

Word count: 1.3k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2: Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the tide,

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It’s been about a week since you’ve last ran into Miguel at the arena, surprisingly the figure skating team don’t run into the hockey team as much as you would think despite having to share a communal space on campus. Unfortunately, today was one of those days were you did run into them. You’ve arrived about 45 minutes early to practice, Logan nor coach Kavinsky were here yet. You were hoping to get some alone time on the ice before practice, but it had slipped your mind that today was Thursday, and on Thursdays the hockey team practiced before you rather then after like the rest of the week. As you dropped your gym back on the bench in the girl’s locker room, you were debating to whether you wanted to just wait at the arena till they were done, or walk back to your dorm. The only problem with the latter option is that the dorm buildings were all the way across campus, and by the time you finished the walk you’d have to turn around to walk back anyways.

So you stuck it up, and changed into your practice outfit, your skates in hand as you leave the locker room, deciding to keep your regular shoes on so you could at least get your stretching out of the way before your coach and partner came. You quickly went into one of the empty dance rooms that the arena had to do warm up stretches in, popping in your headphones to listen to your favorite song. After about 15 minutes you still had plenty of time before The Spiders got off the ice, you decided to just walk around the stadium. No destination in mind, just where ever your feet decided to carry you as your music continue to play in your ears. You can’t really say you were surprised to find yourself ending up in the main area with the ice rink, plopping yourself down in one of the front row seats as you let your brain go on autopilot.

You were too busy being lost in the music, you didn’t realize you were staring into space until you say a large tan hand appear in front of your face and began to snap its fingers, pulling you back into the moment.

“hellooo? Earth to ice princess.”

“Huh?” You shot up to sit straighter, blinking a bit as you take out your headphones, turning your head to look at the person who had just snapped you back into reality. “Look I know I’m attractive and all, but you don’t have to stare-“ Miguel begins, a cocky smirk on his face that you just wanted to smack off. One of his large hands going up to take off this helmet, his dark brown hair that was usually slicked back was now messy from the helmet, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead. You cut him off, “ew, why would I be staring at you?” You question, your face slightly scrunched in distaste at the thought.

“You’ve been looking in my direction at the past 20 minutes.” He smirks as his teammates start to put away all their hockey equipment behind him, not paying attention to you both talk. You gave him a confused look before you realize why he might have been thinking that, “Oooooh-no-no I was just zoning out, I wasn’t staring at you on purpose.” You quickly explain, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with your gloved hand, attempting to keep eye contact with the hockey player.

For a second, it looked like Miguel’s cocky exterior faltered, before coming back up. “Uh huh…sure.” He tone dripping with sarcasm as he drops his helmet onto a seat, then taking a seat next to you. His action caught you by surprise but you didn’t let it show, you also didn’t want to show the annoyance that filled your body from the taunting comment. “Why are you even here this early? Where is your little boyfriend?” He asked as turns his body towards you, resting the hand closest to you on his knee, his forearm that was further from you going to rest on his other knee. He was manspreading a bit, his eyes raking over your form slowly.

“Jesus why is it so warm in here all of a sudden? Usually I’m freezing my nonexistent balls off…” You thought as you shifted in your seat a bit, feeling the need to distract yourself, you start to change into your skates. “I wanted to get some time on the ice alone before practice but I forgot it was Thursday and- wait. Boyfriend?”

Miguel chuckled at your surprised reaction, turning his head away slightly, the hand that was resting on his knee came up to cover the smile that was creeping up on his face from your reaction. After a second or two he cleared his throat, his hand dropping back down to his knee as he turns to face you again with a neutral expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend, the one you skate with. What’s his name again? Lincoln? Liam?” Miguel knew his name, he just wanted to see if you’d correct him.

“Logan?”

Miguel tried his best not to scowl.

“Yeah, Logan-whatever-where’s he at?” He asked, he’s words come out annoyed and a bit rushed. “Well for one, he’s not my boyfriend, just my figure skating partner.” You start as you tilted your head to the side as you look at him, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now Miguel is trying his hardest not to let a huge shit eating grin spread across his lips. “And second, he’s probably on his way, he had a class today before practice-some science thing- I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders as you finish speaking.

Speaking of the devil, Logan and Coach Kavinsky appear through the front double door. “Ah! (Y/N), already here. Perfect! Let’s get straight into it.” She said with a smile as she seemingly ignore Miguel’s presence next to you, Logan stops next to you as you both took the guards off your skates, him shooting you a knowing look, his lips twitching up into small smirk as his eyes drift between you and Miguel. “I swear to God…if he brings this up later…” You start to think but a voice cut you off.

“Hey Cap!” One of the hockey players called out for Miguel’s attention, “We just finished packing up, you coming?” He asked as he skate to the edge of the rink, before getting out, a few of the other lingering players that were making sure all the equipment was all packed up doing the same. As soon as the other player was done speak to Miguel, he took off his helmet revealing (messy from the helmet and some sweat) light brown hair and brown eyes, his lower half of his face covered with a 5 o’ clock shadow and you noticed his nose was slightly croaked, probably him having broken it from a past game.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, before turning towards the other player. “Yeah Parker, I’m going.” He grumbled as he brought his hand up to rub his face before giving you one more quick glance and getting up, leaving with the rest of who was left from his team, without another word. For some reason, that bothered you, causing your brows furrowed as your lips fall into a small frown.

“Rude…” you mumbled as you got up from your seat, Logan heard this and let out a small snort as he steps on to the ice. “Don’t overthink it (L/N), that’s just how he is.” Your partner tried to reassure you, you send him a small smile back and a quick nod of your head.

“Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t overthink it.” You repeat his words, as you went to enter the rink as well, but it was a bit too late for that, because you already were overthink it.

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Taglist: @tayleighuh

[firstknightvulion]

During all the previews, someone mentioned that Bellara wishes there could be a guide to romance. So, my theory of her being the girlfailure romance came true.

But, it made me think. She can’t find any guides. What does she turn to? Novels. Trashy, smutty, romance novels. Varric’s specifically.

Rook is sitting in the main room in the Lighthouse. Burrito in hand. A content smile on his face.

Suddenly, Bellara appears. Hands on her hips and a suggestive smile on her face. Rook stops mid chew.

Bellara: *seductively* So, you’ve finally arrived.

Rook: *looks side to side, food still in his mouth* I’ve been here.

Bellara’s eyes bulge and she quickly turns around. The sound of pages being rapidly turned can be heard. Rook leans to side to catch a glimpse of what she’s doing but she turns back around before he can see.

Bellara: *seductively* So, I’ve finally found you.

Before Rook can respond, Bellara’s hand shoots out, smacking the headrest behind his head. Her face comes closer to his. Her seductive mask slips, cheeks beginning to flush.

Bellara: I-I think you know…um, us, uh, between us. There’s a push-shit! I meant pull! There’s a pull between us!

Rook sits silently, staring. Bellara begins to turn even redder and forehead begins to sweat. She backs up slightly and spins around, her back to Rook. Once again the sound of pages being rapidly flipped fills the room.

Bellara: He was supposed to respond! What should I say next?! That one? No, that’s too strong. What about…oooooh, that one I’m saving for later.

Rook: Is that the latest Hard in Hightown?

Bellara jumps three feet in the air as Rook steps next to her. When she lands, the book in her hands is quickly placed behind her back.

Bellara: I am looking for romantic guidance.

Rook: And you’re using Varric’s smut?

Bellara: *bringing the book in front of her* It’s all I had.

Rook: *chuckling* We’re you that desperate?

Bellara: *hiding her mouth behind the book* I’m…trying to get this right.

Rook: *smiling* Well, you got my attention. And I would like to…get this right too. With you.

Bellara: Really?

Rook: Yeah. Just, let’s not depend on Varric.

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

Varric: *Brow furrowing* Someone’s talking mad shit…

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 39

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author’s Note: Turns out I was able to push this one out before Sunday. BUT. This chapter is (truthfully) quite pointless— it’s mostly just domestic bliss that I felt should come after whatever happened in the last couple of chapters. Read at the risk of your own boredom.

You follow Charles, who’s grabbing handfuls of fruits and berries and throwing them into the mixer. At least he was making something that guaranteed his own safety—and the apartment’s. Pressing a kiss to his naked back, you grab some toast and head to the fridge to look for some eggs.

“Charles, we’re out of eggs. And milk, and cheese, and… really everything else.”

“We can go grocery shopping today, love. I know that you like to keep dinner prepa—Oh! It completely slipped my mind! Baby, we have a dinner date with the boys tonight.” He looks at you guiltily. You just shake your head and smile to yourself.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. What do I wear?”

…

The day passes by in the blink of an eye. 

You thought that you’d be the one running around the apartment worrying your ass off, but currently, Charles is the one acting like a headless chicken.

“Baby! Have you seen the keys to the apartment?”

You sigh. “Charles, have you checked your coat pocket?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Then forget about it right now! We’re running late! And with how safe Monaco is and how high-security your apartment is, you can leave the door unlocked. Just grab the car keys and let’s go.”

He sighs frustratedly, running his fingers through his freshly set hair. “Yes, but baby I can’t find the car keys either.” He huffs to himself and you stand in the corner with your purse, watching as he rummages through things.

“Charles, sweetheart, I love your dedication, but you DO remember that you have more than one car?”

Charles stands up abruptly and turns toward you. “You are a genius.” He offers you his arm, which you take graciously. “Let’s go, chéri.”

…

The venue is beautiful and has an enormous driveway, the cars parked there giving a clear indication of what kind of customers are present at the restaurant tonight. 

Charles walks through the door with you on his arm, donning a suit matching the simple silky-black cowl-neck dress you decided on for the occasion.

“Eeeey, welcome amigo!” Carlos greets the two of you (directed mostly toward Charles, of course). He looks at you apologetically. “Becca couldn’t be here; she had a photoshoot. But she told me to send you her love.” 

You take a seat next to an excited Kika, who’s been patting the empty seat next to her for a while now. Immediately, the two of you begin to converse animatedly, while the boyfriends talk about their own interests.

“So,” Kika begins. “What’s going on? You have a glow about you.” She nudges you with her shoulder, smirking playfully. You flush and hope the dim lighting of the restaurant and your makeup will disguise it. Unfortunately, Kika catches it. She squeals, and you elbow her to silence her some. “Oooooh, something DID happen! Spill!” she whispers loudly. You look at anything but her, trying to avoid telling her. She grabs you and shakes you. “Y/nieeee,” she whines, and you bite your lip. “Please! My life is so boring, I’ll die without your juicy details! I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

“I can only say one thing, the rest is for Charles and me to know. Okay?”

“Yes, I’ll take anything, please! I swear I won’t tell anyone or ask anymore!”

You mumble something under your breath. 

“What was that?”

“I said: Let’s just say that I’m no longer a virgin,” you repeat slower under your breath. Your friend goes rigid and her eyes are wide. Quickly, you slap a hand over her mouth, preventing her loud sound of excitement from alerting other tables. Unfortunately, the action catches the attention of the boys at the table, and all eyes are on the two of you. You smile at them. “Everything’s fine, please go back to your discussion.”

You remove your hand and Kika turns toward you, bouncing with newfound energy. You glare at her. “You promised no more questions.” She visibly deflates. 

…

The ride home is exhausting, your social battery at negative power by now, and the only thing keeping you awake is Charles telling you about his plans for the week. 

The moment you step foot into the apartment, you kick off the uncomfortable heels and collapse onto the sofa with a sigh. Your boyfriend, however, takes his sweet time stepping out of his dress shoes and unbuttoning his suit, stalking over to where you lie like a starfish. 

“Tired, angel?”

“Mhm.”

He grabs your wrists in an attempt to pull you up, but lacks any energy, ultimately letting your arms flop back into place. He opts instead to heave you up into a fireman’s carry, throwing you over his shoulder and making his way to the bedroom. 

“Wow. Has anyone ever told you you’ve got an amazing ass?” you say as you watch his gluteus maximus move while he walks. You get a sharp swat against your own ass in response, making you giggle with abandon. 

He dumps you unceremoniously on the bed and manhandles you onto your back, trapping you with his knees when you begin to struggle. 

“Charles! What are you doing! I need to change!”

“I am helping you change, sweetheart. Let me unzip your dress, Y/n.”

You stop struggling and lie still while Charles slowly undoes your zipper, pressing kisses along your spine with each inch revealed. You hear him say something about getting you changed and removing your makeup, and you’re only able to stay awake long enough for him to follow through. By the time Charles himself has freshened up and come to bed, you’ve fallen asleep, dressed in one of his T-shirts, too drained to pull on a pair of shorts. 

He turns off the light and, with a kiss to your temple and a murmur goodnight, joins you in dreamland.

[my-own-walker]

kit walker smut where they’re having an affair, or if you don’t write stuff like that, that’s okay :)

In A House That Isn't Mine

note: OOOOOH SPICY BITTTCCCCHHH YES!!! gotta make Y/N the cheater here tho bc kit is too kind to cheat...

summary: a disgruntled housewife, whose husband is likely already cheating on her, takes her sorrows to our very own kit walker (pre-asylum).

warnings: adultery/cheating/affair/whatever tf you wanna call it, sm*t duh,

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I was growing tired of nights spent alone. I held a cigarette in my teeth while lighting it and proceeded to take a long drag. From my seat at the dining room table, I watched the window. Headlights passed by sparingly, each one getting my hopes up. 9 pm. It seemed likely that my darling husband would not be returning home tonight.

I was married off in 1959 at the age of 20. It was pseudo-arrganed. In that, my father was friends with my husband-to-be's father. They were business partners, actually. His boy was shy of "boy" status, at 30 years old. His father worried for his unmarried child, and my father offered 19-year-old me up. How dandy.

Upon meeting Keith, I was swept away by his chivalry and coyness. He was my prince charming. My own girlish fantasies of being a wife and mothering children blinded me from what was truly happening. We married in the Spring, just after my twentieth birthday.

It wasn't even when the ring was finally slipped on my finger that things changed. It was when we began having fertility issues. Issues that, let's just say, were not my fault in the slightest. But, in his eyes, it was me that couldn't give him a child.

That was when the late nights began. The child in me that was excited to welcome my husband home, prepare his dinner, and kiss him goodnight was crushed. He increasingly spent nights away from our home in the two years we were married.

It was only fair that my eyes began to wander as well. I received no attention from my own husband, so I sought it elsewhere.

My car, bought for me by my father as a wedding present, had a small leak in the tire. As part of my daily chores, I went to go get it patched up at a local repair shop. My car was my only freedom from the hell I was living in.

The old man who answered the phone at the shop earlier in the day was not the man who greeted me when I arrived. Certainly not. This was a man my age, with soft golden curls and a lazy smile. He moved with confidence and had a piercing gaze that made my stomach flip.

He fixed my tire quickly and handed me his home phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper with a wink. Kit Walker, MElrose-3437. I assume he hadn't seen the wedding band on my finger.

It was a while before I gathered the courage to actually call this 'Kit' character. The receiver suddenly felt heavy in my hand, knowing I was doing something wrong, but it was another night in which Keith didn't care to come home from 'work.'

Seeing Kit became a regular thing. My being married was no problem for him. We fooled around whenever I felt lonely, which was essentially all the time.

And on this particular night, the feeling was too much to bear. Seeing the fifteenth car pass by with no sign of my husband, I stood and walked to the phone.

'Hello?' his low voice spoke over the line.

'Hi Kit,' I replied.

'Y/N,' he sighed. I could hear him smiling in his voice. 'How are ya?'

'Come over?' I asked, wasting no time.

'You sure I can?' he spoke lowly.

'Yes,' I uttered. I hung up the phone and rushed to the bedroom to make it presentable. If my husband saw it fit to lay in some other woman's bed, it was perfectly fine that Kit laid in ours.

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Kit arrived within the hour. He completely changed my perspective on life. The air felt lighter as soon as he entered the house. He smelled of tires and dry wood cologne. He wore a simple white t-shirt and motor-oil-stained jeans. He shut the door behind him with care and stepped further into the home, meeting me in the foyer.

'Hey beautiful,' he sighed, bringing me in for a kiss. I breathed him in. Light stubble scratched against my face as he held me tight.

I wore my flouncy floral pajama set that just barely covered my backside. The babydoll-style top was embellished with a blue satin bow, and beautiful puffed short sleeves. The shorts rode up slightly when I stretched my arms up to hold Kit tightly. It was only natural that his hands wandered downward.

‘I couldn’t wait to see you,’ I murmured into his lips. ‘It’s been too long.’ He pulled back and contorted his face.

‘Damn, it has been long, hasn’t it? Two weeks or so,’ he agreed. ‘I couldn’t wait to see you either.’ His tone turned darker as he turned his attention back to my lips.

‘Too long,’ I hummed. Kit continued to kiss me as I led the way through the foyer to the stairs. The dark wood creaked under our feet. The house was dim, with only the dining room and bedroom lights on. We ascended, lips still locked, fumbling with articles of clothing in the dark.

We arrived at my plush shared bedroom. Only my bedside lamp illuminated the space, giving it a warm pink glow. We, still locked in each other’s embrace, staggered onto the bed, knocking a picture frame off the wall. It fell onto the top of the headboard and pitched at an angle onto the floor. The glass shattered upon impact, the sound ringing out in the empty house.

I laughed up at Kit, who was positioned on top of me. He didn’t smile, though. Instead, he lurched off of me to go retrieve the broken picture. I watched as he flipped it over slowly, more glass falling out of it onto the carpet.

‘It’s your, uh, wedding photo,’ he coughed.

‘God dammit,’ I exclaimed. ‘I’ll have to get a new frame.’

‘Won’t he care?’ Kit muttered, looking up at me with concern on his brow.

‘Baby, I don’t think he’d notice if I died,’ I laughed. I stooped down onto the ground and began to help Kit pick pieces of glass out of the rug.

‘You looked so happy,’ he murmured, holding the photo. ‘With him.’

‘I suppose I was,’ I said nonchalantly, dragging the small waste bin from the corner of the room over to where the frame had broken. We both discarded the glass in our hands, Kit still holding the photo.

‘I can take that,’ I began, holding my hand out, ‘I’ll put it somewhere else.’

‘Do you still, uh, feel anything for him?’ Guilt was all over his face as he stared down at mine and Keith’s smiling faces.

'He doesn't even begin to interest me. Not even curiosity,’ I assured the curly-haired boy in front of me. I placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled the photo out of his hand with the other. ‘He could come home now and I wouldn’t even hide you.’

‘Y/N,’ he spoke.

‘I promise Kit Walker. Consider this picture an ancient relic. I only feel something for you,’ I continued. ‘He’s nothing to me.’

‘Y-you,’ he stammered, looking deep into my eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him in to kiss me again. He melted into my touch and embraced me fully, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.

My pajama shorts were the first thing Kit tore off my body. The thin fabric slid down my legs with ease. To his surprise, I wasn’t wearing anything under them.

‘Shit, Y/N,’ he laughed, before tossing his own shirt to the side. ‘You’re too much.’ His fingers slid through my wet cunt’s folds before feeling their way directly onto my clit. I moaned sharply. He worked me to my core until I was nearly screaming. Then, he pulled away, resting back on his heels.

Having no time for teasing, I sat up to Kit’s level and hooked my arms around his neck, connecting my lips with his and guiding him roughly to a laying position. I straddled his legs and worked to unbutton his jeans. I tugged them rather ungracefully off his body and threw them aside.

His large erection was prominent, pitching his briefs up. I palmed the bulge, leaning over him to pepper kisses all over his skin. He whimpered and breathed heavily. I started at his collarbones, then worked down his stomach, taking my time as I reached the hem of his underpants. I slid his white briefs down his legs and watched his hard dick spring up.

I positioned myself atop his cock and started riding him, feeling his full length hit my middle. I arched my back in pleasure and felt Kit do the same. He continued to whimper and whine.

‘Oh, yes,’ he cried.

My cunt’s walls tightened around his massive length. I couldn’t help but yell out. Before no time, I succumbed to the waves of orgasm. Still riding him, though, I was determined to get him to finish.

Within a short time, Kit came inside me. I felt his hot load spill into me as he breathed raggedly. I moved off of him and flopped down onto my side, feeling the silken sheets on my skin. My head rested on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ Kit breathed after a beat. ‘You are so divine.’

‘Just let me know when you’re ready to go again,’ I purred, propping myself up on my elbow.

‘Shit, let me get a cigarette first, woman,’ he laughed. I grabbed his face to attack him with kisses.

He surely helped me feel less alone.

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Idk what to say here so WAHHHHHHH