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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 months

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Skeleton has to go on a trip. Once he arrives, he notices his suitcase is moving. His child didn't want him to go, so they literally threw all his stuff out and hid in his suitcase during the whole trip.

Undertale Sans - He's kinda happy he found the courage to clean his stuff when he arrived at the hotel because you would have stayed in there a very long time lol. He's not even mad, just in disbelief. He's not too sure what to do though. He can't really teleport you home, it's a country away from here. So... Uh... You're on vacation he guesses? Just never do that again. He could have paid for another ticket, you literally just had to talk to him. He's relieved his kid didn't get hurt.

Undertale Papyrus - What the hell?! It was a twenty hours long trip! You could have died or gotten injured or dehydrated or worse! What were you even thinking?! Papyrus is in dad mode, upset, lecturing his child for long minutes. He can't believe this happened. He's not even sure what to do about this. He can't go back, so the kid will have to stay, but still, there will be consequences. You're grounded as soon as he figures a way to send you back.

Underswap Sans - Oh, man, whyyyy. He escaped the house to have a nice weekend without being forced to be a dad and here he is, forced to be a father. He's exasperated and sends the kid back home on the next flight lol. It's his weekend, leave Dad alone. The kid isn't too happy about it, but, well, they don't really have the choice.

Underswap Papyrus - He's the worst dad ever. He's the worst dad that ever existed on Earth. How could he not notice his baby after so long?! He's horrified his child had to travel inside his suitcase just to not be separated from his dad. Honey won't stop hugging his baby and apologizing a million times.

Underfell Sans - So that's why his suitcase was so heavy. And he thought Edge put some more things for him... Wait. Where are his things? He looks at the kid, who very slowly goes back to hide in the suitcase and starts to close it lol. Red takes a deep breath. He swears he's going to send his kid back home inside the suitcase. It's too tempting right now.

Underfell Papyrus - You're really lucky you managed to open the suitcase. Because Edge saw something moving inside and he was about to pierce it with a dozen spears.... Dumb ways to die, you know. Edge is mad though. Not only you're grounded, but you're going to pay for all of the stuff you threw away to come with him. No more allowance before at least a year. Welp, you deserve it.

Horrortale Sans - The kid thinks it's starting to be long and eventually opens the suitcase to get some air... Only to find themselves in the middle of the airport, all alone. Yep. Oak completely forgot the suitcase... Good luck to get home now :')

Horrortale Papyrus - There's a long awkward silence as you just stare at each other for long minutes. Willow takes a deep breath, and tries his best to not just, you know, scream. He invites the kid to sit on his bed with a hand gesture. He stares at the wall for a long minute, then dramatically do a slow turn towards the child. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW WAS IT EVEN A GOOD IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" There is going to be a lot of screaming in the hotel that day lol. You're going to be lectured to death after this. And grounded. And forced to do chores around the farm for an entire month. And sent back home.

Swapfell Sans - He was in his bed, finally relaxing after a whole day of traveling, happy. Then out of nowhere, his suitcase started to move on its own. Nox high pitch screams and blasts it, leaving barely two seconds for the kid to escape a terrible death. Nox stays eyes in eyes with his child, confused and in shock, before grabbing them to throw them behind him and blast the rest of the suitcase until it turns to dust. Just in case. He doesn't want any ghosts in his hotel room. Now that this very important matter is dealt with, can you explain why you're here when he's pretty sure he let you home??? He's too much of a softie to get mad at his child, but he still scolds them for doing something so stupid.

Swapfell Papyrus - Uh oh. His S/O is so going to kill him. That's it. He's in exile. He's never getting home ever again. Why would you even do this? No one does this! Ok, maybe he's not the best role model and he can guess where you got that idea, but still! Don't become like him! You're supposed to be his redemption arc, but now you're both villains! Welp. Time to prepare a list of random excuses to explain to his S/O what happened lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He opens the suitcase, sees the child, throws a water bottle in, closes the suitcase and puts a lock on it. He leaves you there for the night so you learn your damn lesson and he sends you back home on the first flight the next day. You can cry, he doesn't care. You did this to yourself.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Uh... Well, funny story. He was getting anxious about being all alone in a city he didn't know, and since there was no wardrobe in the room, he was about to hide in his suitcase to calm down. That's a very awkward moment. It takes a good two minutes for Coffee to realize his kid is here, and then to completely panic because what the hell does he do now??? There's only one bed. He doesn't want to be arrested for kidnapping his own child? There's no one with him to help, what does he do? No one told him this could happen! He calls his S/O for help eventually, once he calms down by crushing his kid into a hug to stop his panic attack.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Hi again! Here's the second Henry Sherlock X Peaky idea I had if you wanted! It would be a Sister Holmes X Tommy Shelby where reader is Tom's secretary and has just stated dating him but hasn't told her family yet because she hasn't seen them in a while. Then maybe one day a girl (badly disguised as a boy) is caught snooping around the betting shop and as Arthur takes her to Tom's office for questioning the reader immediately clocks it as her little sister who a agreed to spy for Sherlock. Then reader finds him and is berating him for putting Enola in danger while Sherlock is mad about her ruining their cover because he's investigating Tom for a case and as their arguing the reader says she knows Tom didn't do it because he was with her at the time (maybe she reveals the hickies) and Sherlock just freezes and goes into big bro mode while the Shelby family is trying to figure out what's going on because for once they didn't commit this crime and they haven't heard about the readers family yet. And yeah! That was the other idea😂 idk which to send in so you can choose which you'd rather do! Feel free to change anything about them too! I just desire some Sherlock x Peaky goodness 😂 ❤️❤️ also I hope those weren't too long I just didn't know how to explain them shortly!

Have a great night/day/time! ❤️❤️ and remember: GO YOU!!

Hey Love,

Hope you enjoy this and thank you for waiting so long! Was away on vacation (realized I didn't post that I was away.) Thanks again for these requests! they were so fun!!!

Warnings: Mention of child trafficking/conflict between family / peaky blinders-related themes

You were tired after being up all night. The conditions were nothing to complain about though. You lay in bed thinking about the chaos that surrounded your boss, and your relationship to him. You knew he wasn’t always a good man. But just like the morning sun streaming through your curtains, your mind was hazy.

This feeling was not something you had experienced before. Complete ease. You were relaxed when he was around, and you even enjoyed being around his family. The feeling was addictive and considering the family you were born into it wasn't a mystery how you had ended up with such an appetite.

While the Shelby family could match your folks for chaos, they had a consuming warmth about them that was foreign to you.

You thought long and hard on your way to the betting shop. This emotion could be a result of lovemaking, you knew enough about brain chemistry to know that there was a scientific side to these things. But why were you so happy the rest of the time? Why were you becoming so attached to him and his family?

You got to the betting shop and were thankful to see tea brewing in the kitchen upstairs. You poured a cup and grabbed a muffin from the counter before settling in at your desk.

Your mind was finally distracted from trying to sort out your feelings. Relief flooded you as you tied your hair out of the way and dug into the various file folders. You were doing your favorite, well, second favorite thing. Analyzing data for patterns. This particular situation was close to your heart you wanted to find the evidence as quickly as possible.

You were so consumed with compiling evidence that you didn't even notice that something had kicked up in the betting shop until Arthur had dragged the commotion to the front of your desk.

He held a girl dressed in boy's clothes by the collar of her shirt. The girl was young with a face that resembled yours a great deal. Your stomach dropped and you weren't sure if you wanted to shout at him to take his hands off of her or die of embarrassment.

Your own appearance was embarrassing enough, your hair was tied up in a scarf, and your thick-rimmed reading glasses probably only made your eyes look even wider than they were.

“Enola?!” You hissed. Your whole nervous system kicked into high gear. She could have been killed. Arthur could have killed your baby sister.

You stood up and Arthur was smart enough to release his grip on her.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” She looked up at you with sad eyes, a trick that had been abused many times over the years of broken dolls and colored pencil scribbles on the pages of your books.

“Arthur?! What on earth-” Polly shouted from upstairs.

“Eh - Looks like it's being handled,” Arthur called back, giving you a wink. His face told you that he knew exactly what emotion you were feeling. Older sibling to older sibling, he was going to let you handle your sister. Rather than the alternative, which would have been to put her in the cellar till Thomas got back.

Your stomach dropped.

“Enola what the fuck.” Your voice was low and she gave up on looking sad.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and you fought the urge to slap her. She gave you a meaningful look and slowly said “It’s family business”

Arthur snorted slightly. Polly was coming down the stairs.

“I called Thomas. Now what is going-” She started but you cut her off.

“Enola, why are you here, I trust them with family business.”

“Well, you shouldn't.” She snorted and you hated the arrogance that was radiating off of the girl. This attitude and performance lead you to the conclusion that Sherlock must have sent her. She was always hungry for his approval.

“What does Sherlock want with them?” You asked firmly. Her eyes widened slightly but she brushed it off.

“How long have you worked here?” She said giving you a cold look.

“I’m the one interrogating you.” You reminded her. “Now where is Sherlock? I’ll just ask him myself.”

Just then as if summoned he came through the doorway with Thomas. Your temper flared up and you gripped the edge of your desk to steady yourself.

“Could have just called me.” You said trying to keep the anger out of your voice.

“You can’t really be trusted on this one.” He said in his usual unbothered tone. You knew that this mess was clearly for an ongoing case and that because you were employed here you couldn't be involved. But it hurt non the less.

“Right.” You said narrowing your eyes. “Get it over with. Now.” You demanded, unsure if Arthur took a step closer toward you in an effort to show solidarity or if it was in case you ended up being a threat to the family.

“Well, I’ve been employed by a family to investigate the Shelby family here. Yesterday it became an active murder investigation..”

You watched an expression cross Thomas’s face and you wondered if he lied about that part of his life being packed away. You caught a look of confusion on Polly’s face that quickly turned into a stony mask. She didn't know what this was about, but she’d turn on you if it was necessary.

“What family and when?” You said sharply. You felt Thomas’s cold eyes stay locked on you.

“Harris, I placed the time of death around 8pm.” He bit back.

“We were at dinner, I can account for his whereabouts for the whole evening. Before you accuse me of lying, I’ve been looking through all their books and paperwork.” You picked up the papers you had been collecting your findings on. You almost wanted to laugh at your luck, for once you had the upper hand.

“Your employer didn't take too kindly to us after we refused an offer they made regarding the children at the orphanage.” Sherlock’s face paled slightly. “I’ve got more than enough evidence through the paperwork here to put them away for life. Human trafficking.”

You both entered a famous Holmes staring contest and he knew that he’d messed up. You weren't expecting him to look so angry though. Sure when you were children he would get mad like this. You hoped he was angry at the horrible crimes being committed but something in your stomach said otherwise.

You wanted to break and look to Thomas. You suddenly became aware yet again that your hair was messy and you were still wearing your glasses. You normally always took them off when someone was approaching. Your cheeks got slightly pink at the thought of him judging you.

“The real question is what will we do to bring them down,” Polly said trying to break up the tension.

“Why this?” Sherlock’s voice cut like a knife as he gestured to the room.

“We can discuss this later.” He didn't budge and you were grateful that Polly started to pull Enola up the stairs.

“Come let's get you some tea and a snack,” She said quietly. Polly shot Arthur a look over her shoulder. He gave you a reluctant look but followed her out of the room.

Thomas stayed against the wall looking as relaxed and bored as he always did when in the company of outsiders.

“Why them?”Sherlock repeated once he realized Thomas wouldn't be leaving, and you realized it was the same question that had been nagging you all morning.

“They make me happy. He makes me happy.” You said quickly.

“They are criminals.”

“These are hard-working people. You snoop around if you like, but you won't find anything criminal here.” You knew this because you handled the transition of the business yourself.

“I don't like it.” He said firmly and the emotion he was giving off finally made sense. He wasn't one-upping you, he was trying to protect you.

“You wouldn't like it if it was anyone else either.” You said with a small smile finally understanding. “I’m sure we can help each other with this?” You gestured to the paperwork.

“Of course.” He nodded and came to stand next to you. Just like that things fell into their usual flow, you explaining a pattern and him trying to prove you wrong to help narrow it down. You and him went back and forth at a rapid pace and within a few moments, he was in agreement with you. Just then you heard Enola speak.

“Did I miss all the good stuff?” She asked Thomas and you looked up, breaking your concentration. He gave her a small smile. Once seeing his friendly nature you went back to pulling the last of the stolen documents you hadn't examined yet.

“I think they have most of it sorted,” Thomas responded.

“Damn.” Enola sighed. “Was it cool? I bet it was cool.”

“Very.” Thomas’s response caught you off guard.

“Sorry about your shop - and everything.” She said in an uncharacteristically shy voice.

“It’s alright. Feel free to stop by anytime.” You watched Enola’s face light up at his words. While they were legal on paper, you knew this was a dangerous place and probably always would be. Was Sherlock's world any different? As long as the family kept her safe she would be fine you reassured yourself.

“Thanks.” She held out her hand to him.

“Enola.”

“Thomas.”

They chatted and your heart got a little bit softer the more they spoke.

“This is enough to take to the inspector.” Sherlock finally said officially letting you win in his own way.

Your eyes snapped up and looked to Thomas, he was listening to something Enola was explaining. He gave you a nod before looking back at your little sister.

“Excellent - erm Thanks.” You said not sure how to proceed with things. “I know they have a rough history. But so do we.”

“You and Enola are my responsibility. I’ll be around.” He gave you a long look before standing up. He shook hands with Thomas and you walked him and Enola to the front door. You said your goodbyes and watched them hail a cab.

Once they were on their way you took a few deep breaths before going back into the shop. You took your hair down and tucked your glasses into the pocket of your sweater.

After another moment you went back inside to apologize.

You came back in and heard their voices from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like they were filling John in on what he had missed.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like watching a machine or something.” Thomas said and you weren't sure how you felt about his words. You were a receptionist on paper, you could have done many things with your life. But this job was invisible. No one bothered you, no one compared you to either of your big brothers. It was comfortable. When Thomas asked you to take a look at things you were simply going to give him your findings so he could bring those bastards down. You didn't want credit or publicity. You certainly didn't want him to see you as that nerdy girl with glasses who had so often been belittled.

“Machine or not, she’s one of them. She’s handled everything! She could take us down any moment - you just can’t-” Polly hissed and you felt her words cut through you like hot knives.

“I’ll handle it.” Thomas cut her off darkly and you felt like you had been dunked into cold water.

“Tom - at least hear her out. Not like they treated her nicely. Maybe she’s different?” Arthur said in a pleading tone but there was no response.

You knocked on the door frame to announce your presence. Sharp eyes landed on you and you took a breath trying to look composed.

“Walk me home?” You asked Thomas and he looked at you for a long moment as if he was studying something strange in a museum. He gave you a nod and took your arm.

He didn't say a word the whole way back. You felt his eyes land on you periodically and each time your heart rate sped up. These were last looks and you could feel parts of you start o spin out of control.

You opened the door to your flat with shaking hands. Once you pushed it open the stuffy air made it even harder to breathe. He shut the door and locked it, the sound making your chest constrict even tighter. You felt like you were being suffocated, but now wasn't the time to show such emotions.

“Why did you help us?” The question was simple and you were relieved he was going to hear you out, even if he just had the patience for a fraction of the story, it would lessen the burden on your chest significantly.

“You needed help. You wanted to be better.” It was hard to get your voice up above a whisper. Your mind flashed to all the times you wondered about him and his family and why they would be converting their business over to be completely legal in the first place. They would reach much farther opportunities being shady. What was in it for them? But there was always something shining in Thomas’s eyes that answered your question. Pride. He didn't care about making more money at this point. He cared about his family being respected after a hard life of being dismissed and shit on.

You remembered the various balls and social events you had been forced into at Mycrofts side. All the men that had tried to take your hand in marriage. All from grand wealthy families that had started much like Thomas had. It was unavoidable. You thought about how your life would have been as a wife instead of a gangster's girlfriend.

“You could have turned us in any time. Given your bothers the tip-off”

Brothers plural. So he knew Mycroft too. Fuck.

“Why would I?” You mumbled feeling defeated. “They care about themselves. Well, not Sherlock, he cares in his own way. Enola is just a kid still. Mycroft only cares about himself.”

“He hasn't pressured you for information on us?”

“We would have to talk for him to do that. As far as he knows I’m a “worthless spinster living within the dregs of society.” You mocked his voice feeling frustrated. If his existence was the thing to fuck this up for you, you would find a way to make him pay for it.

“Why didn't you tell me about your family?” He was still as cold as you expected him to be but there was a slight toe of hurt in his voice.

“Well, there's the Holmes family that everyone sees and then the other side. I just - I really like it here. Your family is - more - they like me. They seem to enjoy having me around. It’s not a big competition all the time. And then you -” Your voice cut and tears started to become unavoidable.

“Well, nothing bad has happened.” he shrugged. “Mycroft certainly doesn't know we're together.” He said with a smile. You wanted to know how he knew that.

“Everything was destroyed anyway. It would be my word against yours, and as you can see no one listens to me anyway.”

“I do.” He said and pulled you against him into a tight hug.

_________________

He proposes shortly after.

Mycroft finds out and needs to be taken to the hospital because he thinks he's having a heart attack

Sherlock randomly shows up at Arrow House while You are shopping with Enola. Examining the whole house while Tommy smokes and follows him. Eventually, Sherlock agrees that this is a fine house for you to run. That if Thomas fucks up in any way that Sherlock would kill him and that Sherlock was sure he wouldn't get caught. They shake on it.

They end up working together occasionally. Enola becoming very attached to Esme & Polly. Sherlock eventually becoming fond of the family and occasionally accepting a dinner invitation when he had time.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #Holmes Sister #enola holmes

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chadillacboseman · 3 months

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Okay but could I have a few crumbs of Doc on vacation? He's at a beach-cliche but listen-no shirt or one of those silly hawaiian shirts (more preferably shirtless), he's goin on about how important sun screen is and offers to help his boo, then hes in the water and his hair is wet he's smiling he's happy I mean PLEASE

He deserves to be happy!!!!

"A vacation?" Gustave sounds skeptical as Sam watches him from across the desk, "There is still so much for us to-"

"For them to do," Sam cuts him off with a raised hand, "Wolfguard can handle themselves. You need to be away from this place."

Gustave sputters indignantly at the idea- he's a team player, he doesn't want Wolfguard to go into the field without him. But Sam is insistent, an unmovable object with all the stubbornness that comes with that many decades in the field.

So Gustave is given the boot and he heads home to you with two free weeks on the horizon, courtesy of the fact that he hasn't used a single vacation day in years.

You're surprised when he walks in the door. He's never home this early. Part of you panics that something bad has happened, but he offers you a small smile as he places his bags on the counter.

"Sam insisted I take a break," he pulls out his phone and punches in a website that displays flights, "How does Hawaii sound?"

You can't remember the last time you saw Gustave unwind. The burden of the Nighthaven situation. The loss of Harry and the re-emergence of Gerald Morris. He'd carried the weight of the world on his shoulders for what felt like months.

Maybe it was.

But now, here on the beach, he looks like a different man. He's shirtless, leaned back on a towel in the sand. His hair hangs down onto his sun-kissed forehead, and his eyes are closed contentedly.

"Relaxation looks good on you," you nudge him with your shoulder and he hums with a broad smile.

"Have you got your sunscreen on?" sometimes, it's hard to turn 'doctor mode' off.

"No," you answer simply and he tuts in disapproval.

"Here," he motions for you to scoot closer and he dispenses some sunscreen into his broad hand, "It's important to wear it, ma cherie."

"I know, I know," you roll your eyes animatedly and he chuckles.

Gustave runs his hand along your shoulders, then your middle back. He uses the momentary closeness to kiss your neck and you chastise him with a playful swat.

"Hard to resist," he murmurs before patting your back to let you know he's finished.

Out in front of you, the ocean rolls in gentle waves, the water creeping up onto the sand with each one. Gustave's eyes are glittering as he stares out at the vast, unending blue.

"I think I hear it calling your name," you say in mock sing-song and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins.

Gustave rises to his feet and offers you a hand that you take to stand alongside him. His face is full of a childlike mischief you haven't seen in months, and when he speaks he sounds as if he's ten years younger.

"Race you."

The sand slows you both down, but you keep up with him until you're bounding into the water with him with a laugh. A wave crashes down and a splash of saltwater soaks his hair as he stares at you, his gaze soft.

"What?" you question and he shrugs. His salt and pepper hair is in disarray, but for once he's not pushing it out of his face.

"I love you," he finally offers and you give him a quick, chaste kiss that makes him smile.

Gustave can't remember the last time he truly relaxed. The last time he was able to just enjoy his time with you without the burden of work fairly breaking his back.

"I love you, too."

Maybe Sam is right. Maybe his vacation days don't have to sit, stagnant and piling up. Maybe Wolfguard is fine in someone else's hands when he can't be there.

Maybe it's what you both deserve.

#someone quick! draw doc in a hawaiian shirt for me #god nerfed me when he didn't give me the ability to draw #i'd be so so SO much more annoying #doc x reader #gustave kateb x reader #he looks so tired in that cinematic :(#let him have a beach day!!!

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lale-txt · 2 years

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🌙 traveling together for the first time ↳ w/ Kid, Killer, Rayleigh & Mihawk

So you’re in love. You think you know each other inside out. And you’re going on your first vacation together. Good luck, my child, you’ll need it.

Kid

You’re going by car because this man is not allowed within a 5 miles radius of any airport

You just know it’s because he thought this list of forbidden things in hand baggage was just a friendly recommendation and not serious, making him throw a whole tantrum in the security line when they wouldn’t let him through

A thing that occured not just once according to an anonymous source (blonde long hair waving in the wind, smoking a lone cigarette, a single tear running down behind a mask)

Fine, whatever. You can go by car, no big deal

Except that Eustass “Road Rage” Kid is putting on his “Calm & Focus” playlist including breathing instructions already and you haven’t even been on the road for 20 minutes

You can tell that he is trying for you, he really does

His middle finger on the steering wheel twitches, he coughs loudly several times instead of barking out insults towards other drivers and he tries to smile through gritted teeth which looks painful

You coax him to pull over at the next stop, taking his face in your hands to make him look at you

“Kid. I love you. Yes, that’s my first time saying it out loud, but listen. Listen. It pains me seeing you like this. So, either we switch places or you go back to your unhinged self and let it all out. Because honestly, I find it quite sexy when you’re getting hot-headed…”

It’s like a weight drops off Kid’s shoulders as he visibly relaxed in an instant

The kiss he pulls you in is heavy on tongue, leaving you breathless before he switches to his favorite playlist again that can best be described as loud

A few hours and many flipped fingers and hollered out insults later you finally arrive at the resort and as you watch Kid from the bed going through his 12 step skin care night routine, you can’t help but smile to yourself

Killer

We can all agree that Killer is the perfect boyfriend

This will also show when he’s taking on the noble task to plan your first vacation together

He’ll make a booklet with suggested destinations and accomodations according to your budget, a travel plan with the cheapest flights, special deals he found and also a culinary list of places to eat (of course keeping in mind if you have any intolerances)

Killer will take care of everything from booking to getting the rental car, all you have to do is follow the plan he emailed you weeks prior, including a checklist of things to pack (that will get updated with the weather forecast)

On the day of travel he makes sure to remember everything. Passports? Turned off the oven and flatiron? Watered the plants? There’s a list for everything, promise

Something unexpected happening on the way to the airport? No worries, Killer also calculated that in, years on board of the Victoria Punk prepared him for any kind of troubles occuring

If you’re running late for boarding, Killer will simply put his travel crocs into sports mode, grab your luggage and throw you over his shoulder, speeding to your gate

That is after he made the whole staff at the security check fall in love with him after taking off his mask

To surprise you, he also secretly upgraded you into first class to make the start into your first vacation together as relaxed as possible

And what impresses you the most is that he doesn’t seem to be stressed out at all, he handles everything with the calmness that made you fall so hard for him in the first place

Make sure to kiss him long and often, even if it’s not on the timetable – Killer will always make room for this occurrence and humbly embrace it, his slight blush hidden by the long hair falling into his face

Rayleigh

Hot Sugar Daddy in your Area wants to take You on an unforgettable Journey!

Not this one though

This one is a little short on money due his bad gambling addiction, but he’s way too charming to be mad at him for that

Rayleigh suggests a staycation instead, because home is where the heart is anyway, right?

He’ll kiss your pouting face until it will turn into a smile again, and kiss you some more until you’ve forgotten why you were sulky in the first place

Rayleigh will invite you over to his place for a long weekend, nothing new, but when you step into the familiar place you whistle appreciatively through your teeth

Not only was his flat spotless, but he also built a blanket fort in the living room, decorated with fairy lights and a picnic basket waiting at the entrance filled with wine and all your favorite snacks

If the weather allows it, Rayleigh will take you on a midnight stroll for some stargazing, holding you in his arms and coming up with fake constellations together until your cheeks hurt from smiling and your heart is just so full of him

Rayleigh is a man who has seen every last corner of the world, and when you’re back in the blanket fort together, he will tell you all about his adventures, promising you he will take you on one soon

He’ll just let himself be sold as a slave again and then rob the seller, no big deal

Little does he know that you don’t need any big adventures when the thing that brought you joy the most was lying next to him and feeling his lips on yours, pouring love into every fiber of your body

Mihawk

“Why do you want to go on a vacation, my love? We’re literally living in a castle. I’m sure you haven’t even explored every room yet.”

Mihawk’s golden eyes might be fixated on the newspaper in his hands, but you can tell that he’s genuinely listening and going through every possible scenario in his head

Going on vacation for a fun time? Why, aren’t you having fun at home with him?

Who will take care of the garden when you’re gone? He just planted tomatoes for the season, don’t you know that the young plants need extra care in this state?

What about the baboons? They’ll get lonely for sure

You might still be young and unfazed but his back hurts whenever he sleeps in a bed that isn’t his, but would he ever confess that to you? Absolutely not

Things were going so well between you two, but would you still love him if he admitted that he was a homebody through and through and vacations weren’t necessarily his thing?

His trail of thoughts gets interrupted when you grab the newspaper and take his hands into yours, seeking his gaze

“Mihawk. I love you. We don’t have to travel somewhere far away. Let’s just have a beach day somewhere nearby and we’ll be home for dinner, okay?”

Now… how should he explain to you that he also loathed the beach, the unapologetic sun, the hot sand that’s everywhere for the following week, the…

He sighs and pulls you in his lap, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, maybe to make sure you won’t try to run away from him for what he is about to tell you, ripping off that bandaid because after all he is a honest man

In the end you still go to the beach where Mihawk watches you in the shade of the big parasol, fully dressed, reading his book about sustainable farming and sipping a cocktail through a twisted frilly straw

He is fine for as long as you come to kiss him every 10 minutes and ask him to leave early because, granted, there’s no place like home with him

#eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #rayleigh x reader #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #eustass kid #silvers rayleigh #dracule mihawk #one piece headcanons #one piece reader insert #dark king rayleigh

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courtingchaos · 8 months

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Life Is Good Blues

Professor Munson x Fem Reader

@carolmunson So the old man finally had something to say to me and I think you might find it a little cathartic too maybe?

Life is Good Blues

“There she is.”

You don’t even have the door all the way open before you hear his voice. Normally it’s a welcome surprise when he gets home before you but today you’re talked out. A deep breath and a millisecond pep talk to get yourself through the door without snapping at him when he’s just happy to see you.

“Did you get out early today?” You can’t hide the strain in your voice and you hope you can pass it off on full hands. Ed is already rounding the corner and reaching out for at least one fistful of bags.

“We lost power like six times today so they told us to vacate.” He loops the handles over his forearm and takes the others off you too, turning to head back into the kitchen. He hasn’t caught on yet to your sour mood or the fact that your teeth have been clenched for six solid hours. All you can muster is a little hum and a terse nod, the strain along your neck not easing up like you thought it would when you finally made it back home.

He picks out the bags with groceries in them and peers at you over his glasses when you come into the kitchen behind him. Head bowed and eyes following the wood grain of the flooring you can barely even thinking about making eye contact.

“You okay?” He doesn’t fly into worry mode like everyone else in your life would upon seeing you turn into an automaton.

Are you okay? There’s just…so much to go over. There’s the humming of your brain in the background of every thought process and the god damn job search that rolls through your every waking thought and there’s just the thought of what you need to make for dinner because you’ve just remembered you haven’t eaten a thing today. A grimace accompanied by a short, sharp tap to your forehead. “Just uh, bad brain day.” You suddenly remember you forgot to rinse off the shower after you started cleaning it this morning and those tears that have been hovering in your lash line all day are that much closer to spilling.

“You wanna talk about it?” A simple question asked simply. Ed gets the cold stuff put away and stacks all the dry on the corner of the island so he can turn to look at you, all of you, in your overstimulated glory.

“N-not really.” The tears burn and you really can’t look up at him now.

He slides along the countertop slowly and holds out his hand to you. “You want me to shut up?” He doesn’t touch, finally catching on to where you’re currently teetering. He holds his hand out like an olive branch, a peace offering for you to take so you can ask for help.

“No.” You don’t want him to, you just don’t want to talk anymore. It took you four hours to get out of bed and another four to get any kind of clothes on your body and then two more to finally drag yourself out of the house to run your errands. Food shopping and a quick run to the pharmacy and you’re effectively rendered useless by your brain trying to outsmart itself.

“How’s this sound.” He keeps his hand open but moves in closer, close enough you can feel the heat radiate off of him and suddenly nothing sounds better than letting him prop you up and guide you around. “You let me take care of you and you get to reboot your brain for the evening.” Your hand slides into his seamlessly just like your face that presses into the crook of his neck. If there’s a sob hidden there he ignores it, arms wrapping around your shoulders when you sag into his chest.

“Have you eaten today?”

“No.” You peel off your clothes that you haven’t been able to stand all day and he runs his hand under the spray of the shower head. “I just forgot.”

He doesn’t reprimand you or scoff or laugh, just hums and leans out from the glass partition. “It’s a lobster shower, I hope that’s what you wanted.” The steam rolls up to the ceiling and you can almost feel your neck starting to relax before the water has even hit it. He holds the door open for you with a flourish and a little bow and it makes you smile.

“You want me to leave you alone?”

“No.” The silence would be deafening.

“Okay.” The door clicks shut behind you and his hand pops over the top to hand you one of the rose shower melts he bought you. “I’ll be right back.”

The drone and the heat of the water lull you into something akin to peace and when Ed turns back up it only startles you a little.

“I know you should eat first but I’ll make sure you don’t drown.” The smile is evident in his voice when his hand appears over the door again, this time a wineglass half full being handed down to you. “Go easy, tiger.”

“Thank you Ed.”

“I also brought you a snack.” Another hand, this time holding a few grapes.

“Did you bring me a shower lunchable?”

“Maybe.”

You giggle at him periodically handing you fistfuls of cheese and fruit, making sure to keep your distance from the shower head. He starts talking softly about a new D&D thing he found on Kickstarter, something he thinks you might find interesting.

“It’s Halloween themed, but like D&D Halloween. I backed it, and I got the biggest tier of course, so more dice for you to find around here.”

“At least they’re pretty.”

“And Halloween themed.”

“You’ve mentioned.” You grin at him through the frosted glass and finish off your wine. He takes the glass from you and when the water cuts off he’s ready with a towel held up for you to walk into.

“You feel better?”

“A little bit.” Still quiet when you lean on him, droplets soaking into his grey t-shirt while he dries you off softly. He rubs the towel along your back and finally up to the ends of your hair to scrunch lightly and wring out any extra water.

“Look at me.”

Chin tilted up so he can see your faint smile and tired eyes. He looks so soft in the bathroom lighting, the streaks of grey in his hair glittering warmly. He didn’t put it up and the ends of his curls tickle your cheek where they begin drying, plastered to your skin.

“God you’re pretty.” He pinches your chin between his fingers when you roll your eyes and try to scoff.

“You don’t have to butter me up, Ed. I feel better.”

“I’m doing no such thing.” A finger runs down your temple and pushes back a few strands of wet hair behind your ear. That same finger glides down under the corner of your jaw and he cradles the back of your neck so he can give you kiss. Nothing hurried or tinted with anything other than his simple intent. “I just don’t think I tell you enough.”

“You tell me all the time.” It comes out in a whisper that ghosts over his lips.

“Well it’s still not enough.” Another soft press against your mouth. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Mm.”

“My pretty baby.”

God those tears burn a trail down your freshly washed face. Hotter than the steam that beat against your back, like they’ve been trapped in the tumultuous core of you all day. You didn’t want to have this breakdown but it seems it’s going to have you no matter what you wish. Ed’s voice soothes in your ear when he feels that first shudder rumble through you and he pulls you in closer.

“I’m sorry baby.”

Nothing but half formed sobs answer him while you finally let the pressure valve of the past however many weeks or months release.

“I know, I know.”

He gathers you up so you’re fully covered in the extra long towel, angling you towards the bedroom so he can sit you down on the edge of the bed. You cling to his shirt and to his arms and babble against his chest about ruining the night. You try to explain to him what the chaos in your head feels like when you slide into these moods. A blank slate for the world to see so you can have your whitecaps to yourself, the churning grey waters that try to pull you all the way down.

“Eddie I’m tired.” You hiccup when the tears finally slow. “I’m tired and I don’t know why.” You can hear the whine in your voice and it makes your skin crawl. “I don’t know if there’s enough sleep for this.”

He’s silent now when you want him to fill the void so desperately. You need him to talk about his job or his music or one of his hobbies, anything to keep you from thinking-

His slippers hit the ground with a smack that jolts you out of the dread spiral, his hands under your arms pulling you up the bed also pull you out of those crashing waves.

“I see you.” He says while he pulls the duvet up over the two of you.

“The bathroom light is still on.”

He shushes you. “I see you struggling all the time and I try so hard to let you do stuff on your own.”

“Eddie I need to do my face stuff-”

He cuts you off when he drops the bedding over your heads and yanks you in close. “And I think I’m pretty good at that.” He settles on his side of the bed and makes sure you’re anchored to him. “But you really need to understand something.”

“What.” Muffled into his chest and you can feel the short laugh rumble under your lips.

“I’m gonna help you when I can because I want to, not because I have to. I see you trying and I see you trying hard and you’re gonna have days like this.”

You huff to try and fight back against the new onslaught of tears.

“And I’m gonna hold out my hand and you’re gonna take the damn thing and let me feed you in the shower.”

“Ed, I can’t-“

“I know you can’t and that’s okay.” He hooks his leg over one of yours to tuck you even closer. “It’s okay.” His hands run over your back and calm you down so your tears only trickle instead of stream. “It’s okay.”

It’s dark under the covers, warm and a little damp only because of your hair and towel. He doesn’t mind so you don’t mind, especially when he tucks you up under his jaw like this.

“You mean it?” Still quiet when you ask. He means it like he always does but still you have to ask, have to make sure.

And he knows, of course he does. Another kiss to your hair and a whisper only for you.

“Of course I do.”

#My Work #My Fic #Eddie Munson Fic #Professor Munson

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isimpforgarou101 · 1 year

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Step brother garou x reader

Tw: degradation, cursing, stepcest, breeding kink, size kink? And uh slight yandere? I guess? But over all nsfw

Garou parents were divorced after them being constantly yelling each other arguing with each other none stop, for how long? a week? A month? A year? he don't know and he don't care anymore. He doesn't know what's going to happen But after the divorce garou stick with his mom rather than his dad (he don't like his dad he hates him so much. he pretty much rather die than going with His father for even a moment )

his mom was a hard working person so sometimes they barely see each other even though they're living on the same house. But if they do they sometimes bonding with each other or having fun. The house was peaceful and his happy about it he couldn't ask for more. that was until his mom meet a certain man, a certain man that his going to lived with in the same house, a certain man that has a beautiful sweet daughter, wait a daughter?

What is her name again?

Y/n

Ah y/n...her name is beautiful just like her

Garou was stunned by your beauty, sure he sees many beautiful girls in his school and even outside when he takes a walk, but you you were different you are like an angel wai-no you're like a creature a sweet creature that is so naive, pathetic and yet so innocent, a sweet creature that don't know the darkside of this world.

(oh he can't wait to ruin your cute little expression. Once he devoured you)

While he he was a monster. that monster that's hide under your bed waiting to devoured you, that monster that lives in the creepy abandoned house as he hides in the dark watching you from afar.....

Garou's sitting on the couch his hand are on the remote flipping through channels aimlessly while his other hand are on the coke drinking the liquid. He decided to relax for a little bit after his training.

You look at yourself in the mirror applying make up but not to much. you're friend invited you to a party you were not a party person but you decided to go anyway How can you say no to a free food? You finished applying make up to your face and look at yourself in the mirror one last time "damn i'm so hot" you giggled to yourself laughing at your own joke. You sigh, you grab your bag and leave your room,

Garou heard you leaves your room, as he put the coke and the remote on the table, he cross his arms and legs while he wait for you in the living room.

"and where do you think yer going little missy?"

You stop right beside of your step-brother "my friend invited me to a party and i'm going" garou tap his foot "did you inform mom and dad about this?" you shook your head "nope! isn't mom and dad are on a vacation?" "yes they are, but still! you need to inform them about this" "mm i don't need to they are away for a month, and besides i don't want to disturb them while they're having fun" you walk past you're brother but before you can walk any further a hand quickly grab your arm holding it a little to tightly

"do you think i will allow you to go?" you wince "ow! Your hurting me!" garou was now standing, he did not let go of your arm but he soften his grip and rubs your arm. You sigh you know that this is going to happen you turn around and face him "please nii-chan please~ let me attend to the party~ besides i won't stay there for long~" you whine begging your brother to let you go to the party.

Garou stood still, after a minute he let go of your arm "fine.. but you better be here before 7:00pm no buts" he smirk, you feel something was not right with him he never let go off you so easily when your going outside with you're friends but... you shrugged it off maybe his in good mode today? You know garou would never intentionally hurt you or do anything at all that well harm you, he was there in your life since through ought of your journey together, the day you both are still a child when both of you're parent's got divorced. He supported you, he took care of you and he protected you like your some kind of a glass that can easily be break. His is like you're over protected brother But yet, you can't help but still feel uneasy whenever you're around him "thank you" you walk to the front door and grab your heels and wearing them, garou was not much older than you but he was a few month older than you...

Garou watches you close the door, he sits back down again on the couch as he puts his elbow against his thigh he look over the tv with a grim look...

No he need to be patient, sooner or later you will be his

all his

Right now he need to wait a little bit and then strike!!

You grab your phone in your bag and look at the time, it was 6:30pm you need to get out of here or else you're brother will get mad "hey f/n i need to go now my brother is gonna yell at me if i come home late" you stand up from your chair and fix your posture "aww soo soon~?" you're friend f/n whine "i have to. Anyways so you guys tomorrow" you wave at you're friend and walk out of the place.

You arrive to your house, you quitly took off your heels and creep over to the living room like a burglar, but when you got there you didn't see you're brother. You shrug 'maybe his back in the dojo training again?' you walk to your bedroom and decided to take a shower.

After you showered you grab some clothes from your closet, while you were searching for your clothes you felt like your being watch. So You stop for a second to look around your room but you saw nothing. You shake your head 'i'm just being paranoid' you drop your towel and put some clothes on

While your putting some clothes a yellow glowing eyes watches you outside of the window it was staring at you hungrily with lust...

you dried up your hair and brushes them with your hair comb, once your done you crawl to your bed ready to fall asleep. You were about to sleep until you feel a shift from your bed you turn around and yelp. You saw you're brother laying down facing you "jesus! garou-nii you scared me!" garou didn't reply he was staring at you silently which gives you the creep a little "what do you want. And What are you doing in my room?"

Garou slowly slides his hand over your thigh, you shivered Against his touch his hand were cold "w-what are yo-" garou smashes his lips against yours to shut you up "shhh let nii-chan take care of you" he slowly snake his hand under your shorts and panties, rubbing your clit while giving you kisses to your neck "ni- nii-chan~" you didn't struggle against his touch or move a muscle to stop him,

This feel so wrong!! But yet it feel so good

"you like that? Bunny?" garou rubs your clit faster making your legs shakes from the pleasure "nii-chan s-stop ngh!" he continue abusing your clit ignoring your command "stop? why would i stop? You seem to like this and by the looks of it you are getting wetter by the moment" You struggled trying to get away from him, garou saw you struggling he growls against your ear trying to warn you "don't move or else!" you didn't listen as you continue struggling "fine if you wanna act that way, we'll do this the hard way"

Suddenly both of your hands were cuff "how did you!?" "shock? i bought this cuff when you were outside having fun with your so called friends i decided to buy it since i know you were gonna act this way, i even bought you some presents see?" garou showed you his presents, holding it out for you to see. It was collar and a vibrator...

"no! I'm not gonna wear that thing!" you yelled at him he ignored you again while he grab the collar "yes you are going to wear them, it's not like you can do anything both of your hands are tied up together, you are so pathetic and i like that about you" he laugh as he put the collar on your neck you look over to him and kick him. But before it can land on his face his hand stop your feet "that is not a very nice move" you struggled kicking your feet for him to let go.

Garou flip you over. Your back was now facing him "stop this garou please!" you beg for him, garou could chuckled at your pathetic attempt to escape him "you want me to stop? But your body says either wise bunny. Oh no~ we can't have that~ let nii-chan help you easy your pain" he suddenly rips your t shirt apart and took off your shorts and panties off, you scream "NO! Garou please! If mom knows about this w-"

"that's all you worried about? About mom finding out about this? Don't worry bunny they won't find out even if they do find out, what are they gonna do? Kick us out? Oh even if they kick us out i'm not gonna stop from fucking you! filling you up with my cum! Now let's take off that bra of yours it was getting in the way" garou took the bra off of you "now let's get started shall we bunny?" you were scared and confuse by what he means by that when suddenly you feel something being push inside of you, it's hurt a little bit since you were still a virgin so you yes your pussy don't have much experiences "oh fuck!"

"look at how it go inside you bunny your pussy is so wet and slippery" he pushes the vibrator inside you further "agh! Nii-chan!" "let the fun begin shall we?" he flips you over again as the vibrator suddenly began to vibrate "a-ah! O-Oh My god!" "yes moan for me bunny~" garou put the the vibrator on high making you squeal " fuck! Ah-h! Ah ngh!" while your moaning from the pleasure your receiving from the vibrator garou took off all of his clothes revealing his muscle, toned abs and his dick. His dick was bigger than the average almost to big and to thick, probably 10 in a half inches. Your pussy clench at the sight "you like what you see bunny? Don't worry this is all yours no one is going to take it away from you~" he turn off the vibrator while he spread your legs apart. He put the tip of his cock against your entrance "g-garou the vibrator!" "don't worry bunny this well make you feel good" he slowly slide the tip in "agh fuck! Your pussy is so tight! Shit!" "ack! Ah! Garou!"

He groaned he pushes his cock even further inside of you while the vibrator are also being push "fuck! Your pussy is squeezing the living shit out of me! You most really want this bad don't you?" "Garou it hurts! P-please take it out!" once he was fully inside of you. He stop himself before he can even rammed his dick inside you "i know it hurts don't worry the pain won't last long, you just need to calm down for me yeah?" you tried to relax yourself for a little bit. After waiting for awhile you move your hips signaling your brother that your ready "are you ready for me bunny?"

"y-yes but please be gentle" "don't worry i'll make you feel good" garou turn the vibrator on while he put both of your legs against his waist and both of your arms on top of your head. he started moving his hips at a slow pace "oh fuck! Bunny~ you feel so good!" he moan "g- garou-nii haa~" you moan his name making him moves his hips a little bit faster "yes just like that baby! oh yesss!" "ngh! Mhm! Ooh! Garou~!" garou growl against your ear "yes Bitch! Moan my name! scream it while i fuck you senseless!" "oh god! Garou! Aha~!!" garou moves his hips in a animalistic way making you scream in pleasure "oh shit! Yes take it! Take my cock like a good girl!" he continue to rammed his dick inside as the vibrator also continues to hit your cervix while he keep groaning in your ear "AAAH! AH! HA! YES!" you scream on top of your lungs. Your sure the entire neighborhood heard you "fucking bitch! Your so fucking tight! You like that huh! You like how my big fat cock pushes the vibrator inside you ha!?" he snarl like a hungry beast.

Garou kisses your lips muffling your noises against his mouth, both of your tongue dance together fighting for dominance "mmm!" he pull away from the kiss a string of saliva connecting your tongues "fuck! I'm gonna cum soon! I'm gonna make you pregnant you would look so beautiful having my baby in your stomach! Ah! You would like that don't you?! Having nii-san baby inside agh!" he continue rambling about how his going to make you pregnant "ah! Garou yes! Breed me! I want to have your baby please!" "shit your so cute when your begging! How can i say no to that! Oh shit!"

Garou rubs your clit "AHa! G-garouu! T-to much!!" you felt a knot building up in your stomach as you were about to release "oh god! garou! I'm cumming!!" he rubs your clit faster while he destroy your inside. Pounding you into oblivion "yesss! Cum with me slut! cum on your nii-san cock! Oh shit ohshitoshit oh fuck!" he then slams himself once more time before release his entire seed into your womb, while his releasing all his warm liquid inside you, you release all your cum on his cock milking him dry. You both were panting as sweats cover all your body "how you like that bunny? Did you have fun?" "i d-did but what are we going to do now? Mom and dad ar-" garou shut you up multiple times now.

"shh bunny don't worry like i said let nii-chan take care of you"

Ahajshsha idk what to write anymore sorry for the wrong grammars i'm trying my best to write this shit man.

#garou opm #garou the human monster #one punch man #garou x reader #garou x y/n #yandere garou #garou smut #step brother garou

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imagineredwood · 1 year

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"So how was the vacation?"

Request: reader is Happy’s adult daughter and what their relationship is like

Pairing: Dad!Happy Lowman x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None really, a quick reference to a one night stand

Word count: 749

You huffed as you placed the heavy box on top of the bar counter, Happy looking over at the noise. You rolled your shoulders, the box clearly a bit too much for you, Happy throwing a glare over at the new prospect who was simply walking quietly behind you. Seeing the look from your father, he held his hands up in defense.

"I offered to carry it like six times. She kept saying no. Wouldn't let me grab it from her."

Happy accepted that response, knowing that you were exactly the type. He couldn't be mad; he'd raised you that way.

Strong. Independent. Self-reliant.

He'd raised you to be able to take care of yourself because he wanted you to be self-sufficient. Not having to deal with some man's shit because you felt that you needed to. He wanted you strong and capable, but like himself, sometimes you took that too far and had to have your arm twisted to accept help. He chuckled and shook his head, giving you his attention. "What's in the box?" You huffed and reached in, pulling out a large bottle of Pine-Sol and a scrubber brush. "I'm going to clean. It's a fucking pig sty in this place." Chibs laughed from his side of the bar and stood up, dropping a kiss to the side of your head as he passed by. "Good to have you back, lass." Your vacation had been relatively short, just nine days away with your best friend to try and explore a new place and do some self-care. Things with the club had tense, to say the least, and Happy had recommended you getting away. You were hard-headed and stubborn just like him and it took a good deal of convincing before you relented. You half felt that it was because he wanted you to relax, helping Lyla at Diosa and Gemma with the garage starting to make you feel overworked. But the other half of you felt like he only wanted you away so that you weren't present for a specific event or decision. You knew enough to know that your Dad was sneaky when it came to that. Especially if it was something that was going to be dangerous. You were protective. Worrisome at times. He was your only parent. Of course, you worried for him. Your vacation was done now and before you sat down with him to find out what you missed, you had to clean. Really clean. Not clean like the prospects who apparently thought that simply meant passing along a wet rag. Happy stood and walked alongside you as you wiped and scrubbed and sanitized the bar top. "So how was the vacation?" You grinned, thinking back to the massage and facial you had gotten. "It was amazing. So relaxing. They use this steam thing that opens up your pores and then they cleanse and massage and layer like ten products over and over. Walked out of there looking like a glazed donut." You turned your head side to side to show the glow on your skin, Happy shaking his head with a smile, his heart warm to know you had relaxed and been pampered. It was a stark contrast to what you would have been doing had you been in Charming still. He kept asking questions, relishing in hearing and seeing you beam and talk about the new places you had seen and enjoyed. Then a specific sentence had him back into dad mode immediately. "He bought me a drink; he was nice. Polite. He was on vacation too." Chibs snorted as he looked over and saw Happy's face, knowing the exact feeling. The sound drew your attention away from the stain you were scrubbing and back to their faces, your eyes rolling quickly. "Oh chill. We drank for an hour, cracked some jokes, and then we left. Separately just like we came. I didn't sleep with him, you can relax." Happy huffed, glad to hear it, yet not even liking to be faced with the possibility. He countered, despite the vacation being his idea. "This is why I don't like you going out alone." Your hands being thrown up into the air in exasperation paired with the look of disbelief on your face had Chibs doubling over, a small spurt of whiskey shooting out of his mouth and onto your freshly cleaned bar top. The Scotsman quickly wiped it away with a laugh before you noticed, happy to hear the familiar sound of playful father-daughter bickering once again.

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rizlowwritessortof · 7 months

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What Happens In Vegas Stays Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

I was challenged by @deandoesthingstome to join the Halloween-Kinktober Challenge, and I had a little story idea in my mind, so I thought - what the hell! Thanks, Charlie! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

Sam and Dean head to Vegas, this time for Halloween. Dean's pumped about the huge Halloween costume party being held at their hotel, and he can't wait to dress up as his favorite superhero.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x his Batman fantasy girl

Word Count: 4140

Warnings: Smut, just the usual 😉

“Sammy, come on, man! Once in a lifetime chance to live out a fantasy! And you’re just gonna sit in the room and… read or some shit?”

Sam leveled a deadpan stare at Dean with a long-suffering sigh. “Dean. For the millionth time. I. Don’t. Like. Halloween. It sucks. I’m gonna take this vacation and relax. If I do decide to go out, I’ll hit the casino. But I’m not going to that ridiculous costume party.”

Dean frowned in frustration. “You are such a cranky old man. I thought maybe my brother would be the Robin to my Batman. But fine. I guess I’ll go by myself and have a fan-fucking-tastic time.”

Sam shot a bitch face his direction. “Good. Go hook up with Poison Ivy or something and have a blast. May the force be with you, or whatever.”

Dean’s eye roll practically turned him inside out, and he stormed into the bathroom to change into his costume. His epic, fucking awesome costume. He couldn’t not smile when he looked at it. He was gonna look amazing. And everyone knows the ladies love Batman. For tonight, he was going all out. For one night, he was gonna forget he was Dean Winchester and he was gonna be Batman.

He strolled into the gigantic room where the costume party was in full swing, heading straight for the large, round bar in the center and ordering a shot and a beer. He let his eyes roam over the crowd, trying not to let a grin ruin the image of his Dark Knight, but – this was awesome. And he was the only Batman – at least so far. Several other superheros were scattered through the room, along with monsters, movie characters, and a lot of sexy women in even sexier costumes.

It didn’t take long before he was flanked on either side by a couple of those tempting women, thoroughly enjoying the flirting and the way they giggled when he talked in his Batman voice. He was in the middle of a sentence when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder. He glanced down to see a black glove, each finger tipped with a vicious-looking little claw.

Slowly he turned around, his lips pursed in a Batman-worthy contemplative frown as he took in the woman standing before him. “Catwoman,” he growled, and she smiled, bowing slightly.

“Batman. I was so hoping to rub shoulders with you tonight. Among other things,” she replied, her voice sultry and taunting. She was dressed in a skin-tight body suit, the gloves encasing her hands reaching midway on her biceps, her lips blood red and her eyes a stunning blue. Her shapely legs were encased in thigh-high black stockings, shining black stiletto heels on her feet. Perky little cat ears were perched atop her black hood, complete with mask. She was stunning.

“Well, I’d be happy to… rub something for you. What did you have in mind?” Dean answered, thinking to himself just exactly how much fun Sam was missing tonight. I mean, Batman and Catwoman? Not in his most porn-filled dreams had he imagined this little scenario, but he was in full Vegas mode and he was gonna go for it.

She moved closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume, and it made his mouth water. She leaned up, stretching to put her lips as close to his ear as she could reach. “Well, do you want to stay here and drink and flirt, or do you want to come to my room and pet the pussy?”

She moved back a step, watching as his tongue peeked out to run across his delicious, full lower lip before he smirked, and it was so sinful she felt her nipples tingle. Oh, he was going to be fun.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” he answered, and she allowed herself a triumphant little smile, crooking her finger to lure him along as she turned to slink out of the room. Dean was right behind her, his very large hand on her back, and she fought back a shiver at the thought of the things those hands could do.

Dean’s cock was already twitching as he watched her walk, every move deliberate and seductive. He couldn’t wait to explore those curves, make her lose her cool, controlled demeanor. Get those luscious legs wrapped around his head while he drove her crazy, watch her fall apart while she rode his cock. His hands were itching to touch her, and it hadn’t been fifteen minutes since he met her.

They arrived at the elevator, and he was happy to see it was empty. She entered, pushing the button for her floor, and he walked towards her slowly, crowding her until she was up against the wall, bracing one hand beside her head as he began to speak. “So, my name is…”

She placed one gloved finger over his lips. “Rule number one – we stay in character. You are Batman, I am Catwoman.”

“Oh, there are rules.”

“Only a few.”

“I can work with that,” he responded, goosebumps skittering up his spine as she lightly dragged her claws down the chest of his suit. A soft ‘ding’ sounded as they reached her floor, and he moved aside to let her lead the way again. He didn’t mind following. The view was amazing.

He followed her swaying hips to the door of her room, waiting for her to swipe the key, then escorting her in with a hand on her back. “Drink?” she asked, walking towards the bar in the middle of the room. Dean looked around, nodding in approval.

“Nice digs.”

“When I come to Vegas, I like to splurge.” She watched him silently for a few seconds, tilting her head slightly. “Can you remove the cape?” He shrugged, undoing the fastenings on his shoulders and turning to toss the cape into a nearby chair. She stood still, eyes gliding appreciatively over his obviously muscular back and the lovely round globes of his ass that his costume did nothing to disguise. He turned back towards her, accepting the tumbler of whiskey that she handed him, then sipping from her own as her eyes met his.

Dean took a swallow, watching her gaze move to his lips for a moment, and he smiled at her slowly. “So… tell me about these rules.”

She pulled out one of the bar stools and perched on it, crossing those gorgeous legs before she answered. The bulge beneath his costume was magnetic, and she deliberately forced her eyes to stay focused on his. “Second rule – costumes stay on. Except for the parts we need access to, obviously.”

“Okay.” He took another drink, running his tongue very slowly over his lips after he swallowed.

“Last rule – you have to make me come before you get to touch me with anything but that absolutely sinful mouth of yours.” She slid off of the stool and approached him, reaching to run a delicate knuckle over his bottom lip. “I want to ride that cowl.”

He took her knuckle between his teeth, biting down gently, then stepping back, downing the last of his whiskey and setting the glass down on the bedside table. Then he moved to the foot of the bed, sitting down and then laying back, his arms spread out, the wicked smile on his face sending a throbbing ache between her thighs. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teased, his smile growing a little wider at the soft noise she couldn’t quite suppress.

She dropped her glass to the top of the bar, moving towards the bed, anticipation making it hard to breathe. When she reached the foot of the bed, she reached down between her legs and undid the hidden snaps, lifting the fabric out of the way as she crawled over him. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, but he kept them at his sides, letting her make her way up his body to hover above his face.

She was already wet and glistening, and the twinkle of a piercing made him swear in a low growl. “Fuck me, get down here.”

She lowered herself, gasping as he nudged at her piercing with his agile tongue, then trapped it between his teeth to give a gentle tug. Her helpless moan made him smile, and he lowered his chin to his chest to run the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her clit, ending with a little flick. The vibrations of the appreciative noises he made sent a shudder through her, and when he speared his tongue inside her, she gave in and began to ride his jaw. He licked and sucked at her lower lips until she was whining and writhing over him, and then moved up to her clit, manipulating the metal with his tongue as he sucked hard on the pulsing little nub. Her orgasm was intense, a loud cry forced from her throat as she rode him desperately until she fell to the bed beside him, completely spent.

Dean sat up, wiping his face on the sheet and flexing his aching jaw, turning to watch her panting, lying limp on the bed beside him. “Think we covered that last rule,” he smirked, and she smiled weakly, nodding.

“That was – exquisite,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with the rest of your body.”

“Another drink first?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Not whiskey. Water.”

He laughed softly. “Good idea.” He went to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, sitting down on the bed beside her and taking off the cap as she sat up and took it from him gratefully. After downing half the bottle, she handed it back to him and licked her lips. Dean put the cap back on and leaned in to kiss her, forcing her to lay back down as he moved to hover over her. She reached for his belt, looking up at him hungrily as he pulled back.

“Tell me this suit has a zipper. Or do I need to cut it to ribbons with my claws?”

“Easy, kitten,” he grinned, removing the belt from his costume and working the fastenings loose, then lowering the zipper. She stared as he freed himself, her claws digging into the mattress on either side of her as he stroked himself slowly with his gloved hand.

“Condom, top drawer,” she directed, watching as he put it on and then shifted his hips down, nudging the head of his cock against her entrance before pushing slowly forward. Her thighs trembled around him as he buried himself deep, then rose to his knees, pulling her hips up snug against him.

She shifted her body, arching her back as she adjusted to his size, her mouth open and eyes half-closed in blissful appreciation as she moaned, low and throaty, her head thrown back into the pillow.

Dean pulled back and drove back inside her, forcing a garbled cry from her throat. Her eyes rolled back and closed as he began to rock into her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips. After a few strokes, she opened her eyes, rasping out breathlessly, “Don’t hold back.”

He stared down at her, but her unflinching gaze told him all he needed to know. He pulled out and flipped her over, manhandling her into position on her knees, one hand on her back as he slammed back inside to the hilt. He fucked into her hard, his other hand moving down between her legs to flick and tug at her clit and piercing, and she began to wail, her cunt clenching around his cock.

Her cries got louder and longer until she finally screamed, “Fuck, YES!!!”, coming hard, and Dean’s low growl morphed into a shout as he followed her over the edge, pulsing hot and thick inside her. She went limp beneath him seconds before he fell forward, catching himself on his hands and panting hard.

After a moment, he pulled out gingerly, dropping down and rolling to his back beside her. She turned her head, eyes half-focused, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was – energetic,” she managed, and Dean laughed softly.

“You told me not to hold back.” He blew out a breath. “So – now what?”

She rolled to her back, then sat up on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing, grabbing tissues from beside the bed to clean up a little and then fastening the snaps between her legs again. “Now – it’s time to go.”

He watched her for a moment, admiring her curves from his vantage point before getting to his feet and putting himself back together. “If that’s what you want.”

She sounded slightly unsure of herself for the first time as she replied. “I – I just have other things to take care of. You understand.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Well… it’s been fun, kitten.”

She nodded, taking several swallows of water before answering. “Yes, it has.” She still wasn’t looking at him, so he grabbed his cape from the chair and headed for the door. He opened it, glancing over his shoulder, and she looked towards him, finally. “Good night, Batman.”

“’Night, Catwoman. Take care of yourself.”

The door closed behind him, and she dropped down onto the bar stool, her entire body trembling. Hard to believe she had actually followed through – that she had actually pulled it off. She finally rose to her feet to slip the heels off and begin gathering her things. It was a long drive home.

Dean paused outside the door, thoughtfully gnawing at his bottom lip. Something was nagging at him, but he couldn’t nail it down. He finally sighed and headed for the elevators, more than ready to get out of his costume and into a shower.

Two days later, Sam and Dean dragged their Vegas-weary selves into the bunker, Dean calling out as they headed down the stairs. “Hi, honey, we’re home!”

“Where is she?” Sam asked, and Dean shrugged, dropping his duffle and heading for the kitchen and a beer. There she was, earbuds in, singing along, dancing a little as she stirred something on the counter.

He grinned, sneaking up behind her and bending close.

“We’re home,” he said loudly, and she screeched, whirling around, her eyes wide and the spoon held out in front of her like a weapon. He burst into laughter, almost bent over double, her blow to his shoulder not even registering. “Oh my god, your face!”

“You fucking asshole! I almost had a heart attack, you… fucking jerk!” She took out her earbuds and tossed them to the table, finally unable to completely smother her smile.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, still cracking up.

“You are so not,” she argued, turning to look at Sam as he entered the room. “Your brother is a jerk.”

“Not news to me,” Sam grinned. “I’ve been calling him a jerk for years.”

“Bitch,” Dean fired back at him, tossing him a beer and raising an eyebrow at her. “Want one?”

“Yes. Please.” She took a swallow and sat down at the table. “So tell me all the things. What craziness happened in Vegas?”

Sam smirked, glancing at Dean, and she raised an eyebrow, turning that direction. “Okay, Winchester, spill. From the look on Sam’s face, it must be good.”

“Like you wanna hear about my – what do you call ‘em? ‘Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’s’?”

“Well, that’s what they are… but if it’s a good story, yeah, I wanna hear! Not, like, the dirty details…”

“That’s the best part,” he retorted, and she shook her head.

“He hooked up with Catwoman. In his Batman suit,” Sam shared, still smirking at his brother.

She grinned. “Impressive.”

Dean nodded. “Pretty awesome. And the best – or the weirdest – part was, we stayed in costume the whole time. Her rule.”

She laughed, taking another drink of her beer. “That’s amazing. Probably never top that, huh?”

Dean wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh, I topped it, I bottomed it…”

“Ewwww, no,” she choked, shaking her head. “TMI, dude. Get outta my kitchen and let me finish cooking.” She looked Sam’s direction. “Unless you have an awesome story to share?”

Dean snorted. “Captain Snooze over there barely left the room.”

“I had a great time, very relaxing, thank you very much,” Sam snarked back as the two of them headed out of the room.

She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly before getting up to finish mixing the pie filling she was making for dessert. So far, so good…

The table was the scene of the absolute destruction of the dish of lasagna she had made, only crumbs left of the garlic bread. “Didn’t you guys eat in Vegas?” she asked, laughing.

“Not like this,” Dean responded, his mouth still half full of his last bite. “I know you made pie. Right? Because you love me?”

“Yes, I made pie, and yes, I love you guys, and yes – you are spoiled rotten.” She stood up, reaching for dishes. “And you can actually have some if you help clean up this mess.”

They both scrambled to their feet to help, and then all three came back to the table with a huge slice of chocolate cream pie topped with fluffy meringue. Dean was making love to it with his eyes, and Sam just shook his head and dug in, a newspaper spread out on the table beside him.

“God, this is good,” Dean mushed out around a mouthful of pie filling, and she smiled at him happily before taking a bite herself. The sound that came out of her mouth bordered on pornographic, and Dean felt his body flush hot as he swallowed hard.

Sam glanced up to see his brother’s face, frowning in concern. “Dean, you okay?”

Dean pushed back from the table, tossing a ‘Yeah’ over his shoulder as he left the room. Sam looked at her, confused. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s sick? He left his pie. He never leaves pie.”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll go check on him later.”

She nodded, continuing on her dessert. “Can I have the crossword puzzle?”

A couple of hours later, dishes washed and crossword puzzle done, she said goodnight to Sam and headed for her room. She debated knocking on Dean’s door to make sure he was all right, but maybe he was sleeping, and she didn’t want to disturb him. So weird how he had just run out of the room and never come back, though. Hopefully he was okay.

She opened her door and reached for the desk lamp, swinging the door shut quietly and walking towards the dresser. She turned slowly as her brain finally registered what her peripheral vision had picked up on, and she went pale as she finally faced him.

Dean was in the chair in the corner of the room, her black cat ears and hood dangling from his fingers, one eyebrow cocked as he stared her down. “Hello, kitten,” he said, his voice low.

“Oh, fuck.” She hesitated for a second, then made a beeline for the door, but he moved fast, bracing his hand on the door to prevent her from opening it. She began to stammer, not able to string together a coherent sentence as she tried to explain. “I didn’t mean… I mean, I did, but you… it wasn’t supposed to…”

She kept stuttering and babbling as he took her by the shoulder and turned her around to face him,

staring down at her until she finally trailed off into silence. He drew closer, leaning his forehead against hers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess I was afraid... That you wouldn’t want me...”

His lips moved close to hers, his breath warm as he spoke softly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She watched his eyes close, and hers followed suit as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping over her lips. She melted into him as she responded, losing herself in the taste and feel of him, handfuls of his shirt in her fists as he crowded her against the door.

When they finally paused again, she looked up at him, her feelings evident in her eyes. “Dean – me, too.” He smiled, and it was contagious, her eyes shining up at him as he guided her towards the bed, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his knees.

“You know, I didn’t really get to see all of you the other night,” he hinted, and she ducked her head, blushing a little but still smiling. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it back behind her before unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Dean’s smile faded as he took in the sight before him, reaching up to glide his fingertips almost reverently over her soft curves. “So much better than I imagined,” he whispered, then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her nipple before using his tongue to guide it between his lips.

She inhaled, long and slow, her knees going weak as he surrounded her with one arm and pulled her close. She clung to him, moaning softly as he cupped her other breast in his hand, kneading at it as he sucked and teased at its twin. She was trembling when he stopped, looking up at her as he laid back on the bed, pulling her down with him.

“So, no rules this time?” Dean teased, and she shook her head.

“No rules.” She kissed him, then looked down at him, her lip between her teeth. “Except maybe, less clothes?”

“Now that’s a rule I can get behind,” Dean grinned.

Dean dragged himself to the shower a little while later, leaving her still asleep in her bed. He yawned his way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, then heading to the library where Sam sat with his laptop open. He shot his big brother a sidelong glance, a smirk on his face, resisting the urge to say something.

“What?” Dean asked, unable to let it slide.

“So I guess Vegas followed you home?”

Dean raised an eyebrow with a sheepish little smile. “How did you know?”

“Guessed. Between the noises I’ve been hearing all afternoon and the way you hot-footed it out of here and left your pie on the table… So, was she your Catwoman?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to figure it out, I guess – but as soon as she made that sexy little noise when she took a bite of her pie, I knew.” Sam laughed softly, nodding.

“So that’s what happened.”

“I don’t know why she never said anything to me…”

“Same reason you never said anything to her. You’ve been drooling over her for a while now, dude, admit it.”

Dean frowned. “I wasn’t drooling. I was… I dunno, but it wasn’t drooling.”

“Whatever, Dean. It’s good, however it happened. I think she’s good for you.”

Dean grinned. “Sooooo good.”

“Okay, we’re done now,” Sam shook his head and Dean took another drink, still smiling.

She finally appeared a couple of hours later, fresh from the shower, a little shy about showing her face. Dean rose to his feet and approached her, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her softly. She glanced towards Sam, who studiously avoided looking, and Dean leaned close to her ear. “He knows.”

She nodded, blushing a little and settled into Dean’s warmth for a moment before speaking up. “Are you guys hungry? I’m starving.”

Sam spoke up. “Yeah, I thought I’d run to town and grab some pizzas, if that sounds okay to you guys.”

After a quick discussion on what kind of pizza he should bring home, Sam headed out and Dean plopped down on the sofa, waving her over with tip of his head. “C’mere, beautiful.”

She came close, and he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap as she squeaked in surprise. “Don’t be starting anything, I’m starving. I might take a bite out of something I shouldn’t.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked up at her, eyes hopeful. “So, does that mean you wanna…?”

“Well, I didn’t get the chance to do that the other night, either,” she teased back, and Dean groaned a little at the thought of her lips on his cock.

“That sounds fucking amazing. But can you do me a favor first?”

She leaned down to kiss him, making him forget everything else for a moment before she pulled back and asked, “What?”

“Can you maybe put on some of that red lipstick first?”

She smiled seductively, speaking in her sultry Catwoman voice. “Anything for you, Bats.”

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#what happens in vegas doesn't always stay in vegas #halloween-kinktober challenge #dean fic #dean x female oc #dean smut #dean gets to be batman #not completely happy with this but i hope y'all have fun with it

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666writingcafe · 5 months

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Barbatos' Birthday Surprise (Part Five)

"Barbatos?" I poke my head out of the hotel suite's bedroom and find that he's starting to unpack his belongings in the living room area. "What are you doing?"

"I figured you would have the bed," he explains, merely glancing up at me. "I'm fine sleeping on the couch."

"Barbatos."

"Yes?"

"You can't get a good night's sleep on a couch."

"It would be improper to have you sleep here." I can't help but roll my eyes at him. He still is in butler mode, even though he's supposed to be on vacation and, more importantly, relax.

"You know, we don't have to sleep separately." Thankfully, that makes Barbatos stop moving around and focus his attention on me.

"I..." He clears his throat and swallows, and I wonder if I've made him nervous. "Are you sure, MC?" I sigh.

"If I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of the two of us sharing a bed together, I wouldn't have suggested it in the first place."

"You're right." He sets the stack of clothes he's holding down on the couch, walks up to me, and gently grasps my hand. "You'll have to forgive me, MC. This sort of relationship is...new to me. I don't want to overstep any boundaries." I can tell he's being earnest. It's quite sweet. And adorable.

"Don't worry." I squeeze his hand and smile softly at him, trying to reassure him. "I'll let you know if you misstep." I lean in and gently kiss him on the cheek; pulling back reveals a slightly blushing Barbatos.

"Give me a few moments to reorganize, and I'll meet you back there," he replies, his voice softer than usual.

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August 23

Unsurprisingly, by the time I wake up, Barbatos has long vacated the bed. He usually ends up waking up at the crack of dawn to begin his duties for the day, so it's not like I expected him to suddenly be able to sleep in while he's on vacation.

What is peculiar, however, is the fact that he's not in the suite's kitchen, but instead appears to be in the bathroom.

The one time he got tickets, he ended up with a horrible stomach flu that knocked him out for the entire week of the concert.

Oh no. Did he end up sick again?

Trying to keep my nerves at bay, I walk up to the bathroom door and gently knock.

"Barbatos, are you okay?" I ask. The sound of things clanking answers me. What exactly is he doing in there that would make that much noise? From what I heard, he normally doesn't take that long to get dressed.

"Yes," he responds back. "I'll be out shortly. I didn't anticipate taking so long in here, but I'm almost done." Part of me still feels uneasy as I head over to the living room area and sit on the couch. While he didn't sound sick, the fact that he mentioned taking longer in there than he expected...what is going on?

My question soon gets answered when the bathroom door opens and Barbatos steps out. To put it simply, he doesn't look like the butler that I've come to know. His hair flows down past his chest, his bare arms are covered with tattoos, his short-sleeved shirt accentuates his muscles, and his black jeans are actually ripped.

He looks...well, hot. Until this moment, I never fully understood why Asmo was so obsessed with Barbatos, but if the Avatar of Lust has seen him like this, then it all makes sense. Not that Barbatos is bad-looking by any means when he's in his usual attire, but this brings his appearance to a whole other level.

Which makes me incredibly nervous.

"MC?" Barbatos is suddenly kneeling in front of me, his hands grabbing my own. "What's wrong?"

"You look great," I answer, my voice a bit croaky. Quickly realizing how wrong that sounded, I add,

"Not that that's a bad thing, of course. It's just that...well..." I can't finish my sentence. Incomplete thoughts are racing around in my head, and I can't put any of them together to say anything coherent. Barbatos leans in and places a hand on the side of my face, as if sensing what I'm worrying about.

"I like you exactly as you are, MC. You have a very beautiful soul, and I find that attractive."

"Because you're a demon."

"Well, yes, but I've found that all beings are drawn to souls like yours, not just inhabitants of the Devildom." He rests his forehead on mine, making my heart begin to beat faster. "I am beyond grateful that I get to do this with you, MC. This experience wouldn't be the same without you." He kisses me gently before leaning away and standing back up.

"However, if you are worried about what people might say when they see us together, then I can help you get ready. That is, if it would help you feel better about your overall appearance. I personally think you would look fine in whatever you wanted to wear, but I know that me saying that may not help quiet the voice inside your head."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me barbatos

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floralseokjin · 2 years

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love extras.

#6 A beach trip

kim seokjin x f reader includes; smut, oral + ass eating (f receiving), girl on top, Seokjin makes breakfast shirtless and in an apron 😛 words; 3,527

⟶ read after chapter 17

jordan’s note; is it really one of my stories until Seokjin eats ass???

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“So once again, how close are we to the beach?”

“____, I’ve already told you a million times,” Seokjin laughed, glancing over at you before he trained his eyes back on the road. “You open the back door, and there it is, you’re greeted by sand.”

You squealed, clapping your hands together excitedly as if you hadn’t in fact, heard this a million times. “I can’t remember the last time I went to the beach,” you added wistfully.

Looking over again, he smiled. “I’m really excited for our first holiday together.”

“Same. I can’t wait until Seokwon and Seohyun arrive!”

Every summer, Namjoon closed the office for two weeks, and when Seokjin had found out he’d immediately suggested staying at his parents’ beach house. You were beyond excited, living in the city you didn’t have many chances to see the beach. Plus, Seokjin deserved a break from work too, he deserved to relax. He was always working so admirably hard, and more than anything, you wanted to see him sleeping in for more than two days in a row. Seokjin’s brother and wife were joining you with Taeoh and Jiu tomorrow evening, and hopefully his parents could join you towards the end of the week.

Pouting a little, Seokjin practically whined, “I hope you’re equally as excited for our alone time together first.”

“Of course, Seokjinie,” you teased, but you reached over and squeezed his thigh. His tan chino covered thigh. Your man was in full-blown vacation mode, the bottoms rolled up and everything, no socks! Next he’d be pulling out those horrific sliders!

“Good.” Satisfied, he linked his fingers with yours and continued to drive with one hand. You admired the view. “What do you want to do first?”

“Is that even a question,” you retorted. “I bought like five different bikinis last week.”

Correction: Seokjin had bought them, generously giving you one of his cards after much persuasion on his end. Either way, you were going to be racing towards that beach as fast as your six-month pregnant body could carry you.

Seokjin smirked. “Do I get a fashion show when we arrive?”

“They’re not exactly sexy.”

Seokjin brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, his voice soft but seductive when he replied. “You make anything look sexy, angel.”

Rolling your eyes, you broke free of his grip and pushed his shoulder. Still, you couldn’t stop the grin on your face, turning your head to look out the window as he chuckled.

The beach house was impressive. The three-storey building was clad in wood, a wooden deck adjoining the beach, even complete with a hot tub and multiple seating areas. Inside was open-spaced and bright thanks to the large and many windows. After a lengthy tour, where you snapped multiple pictures to send to Yuna, Seokjin showed you to his bedroom. The nautical theme was down to his mother, he informed you, not his first choice, but you thought it was lovely. The bed wasn’t as big as his back home, but you’d make do. (Although, sadly Seokjin would probably get kicked in the shins more frequently this week.)

Needing the bathroom, you sat down on the bed as you waited for him to be done. When he appeared again, you shot him a sly smile, tapping the mattress. “Is this where you entertain your guests?”

“First of all, it was one guest, who my mother demanded I bring,” he informed you cleverly, wrestling his phone out of his pocket. Those pants were ridiculously tight – they looked good though. He placed it on the bedside table, standing in front of you. “And secondly, we didn’t even have sex here.”

“Oh, God. Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you shrieked, forgetting you were eyelevel with his crotch.

“Yes,” he grinned, tugging you up. His hands grazed over your sides and down your hips, your bump against his stomach. He lifted one arm to check the time on his watch, calculating something. “We have just under 32 hours before Taeoh and Jiu tear through this place like a wrecking ball.” Before you could laugh, he was kissing you, fingers in your hair. When he pulled away he was breathing heavier, his other hand on your ass. “I want to make the most of this.”

You smiled slowly, equally as affected, but if there was one thing you valued more than sex, it was food. Especially while pregnant. It even took top priority over the awaiting beautiful beach outside. “Not right now, though,” you murmured, slipping away from his grasp and clutching Glob. “We’re really hungry.”

You ate at a restaurant not too far away from the house and then headed back to change for the beach. Seokjin got his brief fashion show, much to his delight, choosing the mauve bikini with the ditsy print and ruffle sleeves. Out on the private beach you managed to persuade Seokjin to take his t-shirt off, taking a few pictures of him as he admired the horizon. Ever the modest, he had it back on in no time, despite you being his only audience. He turned the camera on you, and then you took some together – happy, smiling, kissing. Becoming someone who took couple photos (and even shared them on Instagram!) had become the biggest shock of this year. And yes, that did include the news of your pregnancy! You spoke about taking Glob here next summer, imagining dipping her toes into the sea for the first time. Talking about the future always made you feel instantly excited, but the idea of a family holiday this time next year made you feel as if you could burst with anticipation.

Being six months pregnant in the middle of summer was hard though, and soon you were sweaty and feeling weighed down, not even the water could make it better, so you retired back to the house for the evening, already talking about dinner choices. Mikyung had kindly hired someone to give the place a clean and stock the cupboards before your arrival, so your options were great. Inside, you headed to the ensuite to take a shower while Seokjin used the main bathroom. When you came out wrapped only in a towel, you found him lounging on the bed, shirtless and in dangerously low grey sweatpants.

“Hey.”

His greeting might have only been a single innocent word, but the look in his eyes was telling you something else.

“Hey.” You shuffled over to the foot of the bed, body pricking with heat when you noticed the slight bulge in his sweatpants.

“Come here,” he ordered gently.

“I need to finish drying myself first,” you refused, feeling a little mean. He could wait a little longer…

You made a show of it, even though you were practically dry already. At one point, you lifted one leg onto the mattress, attempting to dry it seductively. If he noticed you teeter, he didn’t laugh thankfully. Your flexibility was disappearing fast.

As you wiped the towel between your boobs, you looked over at his crotch, noticing he was harder now – and not wearing any underwear. The length of his cock was visible, angled towards the waistband of his sweatpants. You stepped back and dropped the towel completely, glowing in his hungry gaze. It was hard not to get turned on when he looked at you like that. As if you were the most desirable person on the planet.

“Come here,” he repeated, voice low and husky.

Flushed, you got on the bed and straddled him. He looked up at you almost reverently, stroking your sides. “Higher.”

“Higher?” His touch was making you shiver.

“Yeah, come sit on my face.”

“No way,” you burst out with laughter.

“Why not?”

“It’s not fun anymore, I can’t see anything.” That, and it gave you backache.

“____, please,” he whined, attempting to tug you up his torso. “I want you. I’ve wanted you all day.”

“I want you too,” you placated, stroking a hand down his chest. He looked so good like this, under you, half naked. Hair frizzy from humidity, bottom lip wet from where he’d been swiping his tongue across it.

He cupped his hand over yours, halting you. “Then how do you want me?”

In truth, getting eaten out wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be, which was frustrating because if it wasn’t obvious, you loved him going down on you. Seokjin loved it too, which was why he was getting antsy beneath you. You ran through the different options quickly: on your back, on your side, sitting on his face, or… You got off him, moving to your hands and knees as quickly as you could manage, before shooting him a frisky smile. “Like this.”

Seokjin let out a soft moan and sat up quickly to move behind you. He arched over you, pressing wet kisses down your spine and over your ass, his hands stroking over your bump and down your thighs before he took a hold of your hips and leaned you forward a little more, revealing more of you. He was on you immediately, tongue strokes slow and precise, creating an ache inside of you. You wriggled, needing more.

“Be patient,” he pulled back, tapping your ass in warning.

You huffed. “I’m gestating your baby, you should give me what I want.”

“What a beautiful way of putting it,” he snorted at your nonsensical words, lips against the curve of your ass. He bit it playfully. “But I like teasing you, it’s fun.”

You pushed into him, and this time he listened. That, or you had tempted him too much. He redoubled his efforts, making you moan softly and press your face into the pillow. When you felt him trail his thumb between your ass, you whimpered. “Oh, God…”

“How about this?” He breathed against your hole, lips wet.

You stomach dipped, your loud moan an obvious yes. Pregnancy had done many things to your body, but the weirdest thing went to making your asshole unbelievably sensitive. The nerve endings on that thing had gone haywire. You’d both discovered it on accident during sex one night, when he’d unintentionally brushed his finger over it while readjusting you on his lap. You hadn’t been the same since. Anal was off the cards, something you’d rather leave behind in your university days, but anything non-penetrative was enthusiastically welcomed.

With a moan of his own, Seokjin started to lick you from hole to hole. It was so filthy it made you squeal, and you raised a little higher, wanting more, your thighs beginning to shake. He circled your asshole, before flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth. It felt so good you felt the sensations shoot up your spine, your body sagging a little.

“Fffuck.” Your muffled noises were driving him crazy. Pulling away to catch his breath, he brushed his thumb over your soaking folds. “You’re making me so hard, angel.” You moaned, liking what you heard. “Are you going to come for me so I can put my cock in you?”

When Seokjin spoke dirty, it was game over. Your body became reactive.

He moved one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit, and brought his tongue back to your asshole. “Seokjinn, honey,” you moaned, fisting the sheets and pushing into his face uncontrollably, chasing as much pleasure as you could.

He whimpered, tongue still against you. Yeonja’s term of endearment had been rubbing off on you after hearing it so much over the years, and Seokjin loved it. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, and now it seemed as though he liked being called it in bed too… That was a very interesting piece of information to store away for another day.

He was loud with his effort in making you come, enjoying himself, and it wasn’t very long before your orgasm hit, the blast of pleasure making you nearly fold over. You caught yourself quickly, not wanting to squash your stomach. Seokjin gripped your hips, kissing up your sweaty back as your body quivered and you caught your breath. He bumped his hips against your ass, his erection so hard it must be painful.

“I need you,” he husked, the roughness of his voice giving you goosebumps. “Please say you want to.” His desperation only made yours stronger, and you rolled over and sat up, tearing at his sweatpants. You wanted to. You wanted to, badly.

His dick sprung out, angry and leaking. “Take them off all the way,” you rushed, tugging. You wanted him just as naked as you, and when he came back to you, his hands searching, you managed to get him on his back, straddling him once again.

He seemed dazed when he stared up at you, his lips wet and swollen, your arousal shining around his nose and chin. Sitting up, he reached for your mouth and cupped your butt, helping you sink onto him. You both moaned desperately as you took him, watching each other, as if you hadn’t had sex in months. It felt better than usual, maybe it was the new environment, on vacation.

His thrusts were powerful, and you met each one with your own force, crying out. You clutched around his neck with one hand, the other gripping the sheets behind you as your feet dug into the mattress near his ass. He held you tight by the hips, no worry about slipping, and you were honestly surprised by your own energy. Things were slowly getting less adventurous in the bedroom – minus the ass eating – but this evening you were fucking fast and hard. But, by the way his neck strained, you could tell Seokjin was still holding himself back, and that wouldn’t do. You wanted to make the most of this spurt of energy.

“Jin,” you urged, bringing your other hand to his shoulder, circling your hips to rub against him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He spoke through clenched teeth, heavy breathed.

“You won’t,” you reassured, wrapping your legs around him. “—it feels amazing—please—just fuck me. Make me come again.”

He groaned, your words having the desired effect. He gripped your ass, the look in his eyes drying your mouth. “Hold on to me tight,” he commanded in a strained voice.

You listened, clinging to him as best you could with your bump in the way. He picked up the pace, fucking up into you hard, grunting with exertion. You cried out loudly in pleasure, thankful you were alone and that there wasn’t another house for miles. You both came together, the feeling out of this world. Your back arched with the pleasure, but he held you securely, moaning with his own release. When it was over, you collapsed against him, chests heaving, and when you looked at one another you both laughed breathlessly, amazed.

“We should eat,” Seokjin murmured, stroking down your arm.

It was a good half an hour later. You’d calmed down and caught your breaths, and you’d somehow managed to get out of bed to go pee – sure the baby was pressing on your bladder at the most inconvenient of times just for fun (or maybe she was only looking out for her mom, because UTI’s weren’t fun, especially when pregnant). Now, you were cuddling, hearing the sea outside and listening to Seokjin’s heartbeat beneath you, and you didn’t want to move again.

“Later. Let’s stay here a little longer.”

“Okay,” he agreed, before tapping your ass. “I already ate pretty well just now.”

“You are such a loser,” you snorted, rubbing your face against his chest.

“Hey!”

You stroked down his stomach, cupping his now very worn-out cock. The warmth of it sent a tingle up your body, and you moved lower, tracing your fingers over his balls. You were suddenly horny again, unable to help it. This sea air was doing things to you. Smelling the faint sweat on his skin, feeling how warm and smooth he was – you just wanted him inside you. To wrap yourself around him and never let go.

“I may need a moment,” he said above you, sensing where this was going. “Half an hour—maybe longer.” Laughing, he angled your face up to kiss you. “I know I was looking forward to all this sex, but servicing you is harder than it sounds.”

“You’re slacking,” you teased, rolling onto your back a little. You looked down at your bump, running a hand over it absentmindedly. You still hadn’t been able to physically see the movements your daughter was making, but you could feel her getting stronger every day. As if she could read your mind, you felt a flutter. Your smile of joy slowly turned into a little pout as you came to a realisation.

Seokjin noticed. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, feeling silly, but answered anyway. “It won’t be long before I get too big and tired for sex.” Your third trimester was just around the corner.

His responding laugh was deep and sincere. You looked up at him, confused. “It’s not all about the sex, ____—I mean, of course I love having sex with you,” he rushed to reassure you, seeing the offended look on your face, “and I want to have lots and lots of sex with you for the rest of my life, but that’s exactly it.” He squeezed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. “We have our entire lives.”

You smiled, liking that. “We do, don’t we?”

He hummed, his hand trailing down to cup your boob, thumb circling your nipple. “The things I’m going to do to you once you’re not pregnant…” His voice was low and full of promise. “And ready of course,” he added, a little less sexily.

You arched an eyebrow and moved to face him. “Is that a threat?”

He kissed you once, eyes heavy-lidded. “If you want it to be.”

You woke up alone and hot, and when you didn’t find Seokjin in the bathroom, you quickly peed and made your way downstairs, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. You walked in and found him making breakfast – in the sweatpants from last night, shirtless once again, but with a navy apron on for protection.

Your brows jumped up. “This place also has a sexy chef?”

“Actually, it’s extra.” You watched him drape a dish towel over his shoulder as he turned to grin at you. “But I’ll take my payment in kind.”

Moving towards him, you grabbed his ass. “That kind enough?” Looking over the countertops, the sight of all the food made your mouth water. He did know it was still the two of you this morning, right? Grabbing his phone from the island, you took a picture of your sexy chef (much to his chagrin), wanting to remember this moment.

“You’ve already taken multiple nudes of me this weekend, and I have none of you.”

“Your back isn’t a nude,” you laughed, placing his phone back. “Do I have time for a quick shower? My one last night was pretty pointless,” you teased.

Seokjin wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you in close, his voice hopeful when he spoke. “I was kinda hoping we could shower together after breakfast…”

“What’s gotten into you?” you laughed.

“If I recall correctly, you were the one groping me all over last night.” You didn’t reply because he was right. “We’re on vacation!” he continued. “That means lots of sex,” – he motioned to the food sizzling away – “and food.”

And you better make the most of it. It wouldn’t be long before Seokjin’s brother and family got here, and while you’d been super excited yesterday, the thought now disappointed you a little. You wished you had a little longer to enjoy being alone – and naked – with Seokjin.

But instead of voicing that disappointment, not wanting to make Seokjin feel guilty, you teased, “I thought you said servicing me was hard.”

Seokjin smiled, his teeth showing. “I’m willing to die trying.” When you scoffed, he changed the subject a little, rubbing your lower back. “But are you feeling okay this morning?”

“I’m a little sore,” you admitted. Maybe you had been a little too vigorous last night. “But it was great,” you assured, rubbing his apron covered chest.

Worry flitted through his features. Bless him. “So you want to shower?” You nodded quickly, knowing the warm spray of water would feel like heaven on your skin. He smiled at your eagerness. “Go on then, be quick.” He tapped your ass, directing you to the doorway. “Breakfast is nearly ready.”

“Okay.” You kissed him goodbye and started to leave, but then you stopped, turning back. “When I get back, I think those should be gone too,” you told him, motioning to his sweatpants.

His eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

Fifteen minutes later, fresh from your lovely shower, you made your way back to the kitchen to find he had happily listened to you… (However, another picture was out of the question, unfortunately.)

SEASON 3 WILL BEGIN ON NOVEMBER 27TH!

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