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Replay Life Chap 14 - Nihilism
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Title: Replay Life - S14E4 Nihilism Summary: As they get closer to the end of their rewatch, (Y/N) tells him about a job offer she received and he gets an important call from his manager. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 3263 A/N: None
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Jensen was on cloud nine since (Y/N)’s birthday a month earlier. They had gone on several dates and she now slept in his room every night. Each morning he would count his blessings that she was lying beside him. He was thoroughly enjoying his time at home which was unusual for him. Normally, Jensen was all about finding the next job since Supernatural ended, but he found himself pushing off his weekly meeting with his agent.
However, this week he couldn’t avoid her as he packed for a convention in Burlingame, California which she was driving up from Los Angeles to specifically see him. Jensen glanced over to (Y/N)’s suitcase already packed and ready to go. She had been able to finish all her projects and take the week off. Jensen planned a little getaway for them in California ending with a road trip back to Austin.
“Handsome, are you almost done?” (Y/N) called out from down the hall.
He looked up right as she walked through the door, “Almost.”
She flopped down onto the bed throwing her arm over her eyes, “Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to come to the convention with you?”
Jensen sighed before zipping his bag up, setting it next to hers, “For the last time, yes. You’ve never worried about coming to a convention before. What’s going on inside that beautiful mind of yours?”
“Things are different now,” She groaned, “Before I was only your childhood best friend, but now… now everything is different. How does a celebrity’s girlfriend act in public? What if fans approach me and interrogate me about you? What if…”
He leaned down, cutting her off by sealing his lips against hers, “Pretty girl, the only thing you have to be is you. The fans will love you and no one expects you to act any differently now that we’re together. If anything they will give me shit about finally having the balls to act on the feelings everyone knew I had.”
(Y/N) chuckled, “Promise?”
“Promise.” He kissed again, “Now, let’s get this show on the road.”
Holding his hand out for her, Jensen pulled her up off the bed and into his arms. He couldn’t resist kissing her once more before carrying their bags down to where Clif was waiting for them.
Once they were settled into their hotel room, Jensen looked down at his watch to see he needed to be down in the bar area soon to meet with his manager. (Y/N) was relaxing on the bed, looking over the room service menu.
“Order some dinner for us while I’m at my meeting. I shouldn’t be too long and then we can continue our rewatch.”
“Sounds good to me. Have fun with your manager.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.
“Not likely. Be back soon. Love you.”
The smile that spread across her face never failed to make his heart skip.
“Love you too, handsome.”
Jensen entered the bar immediately spotting his manager, Joe, sitting off in the corner. He was sipping on an Old Fashion while a whiskey neat was waiting for Jensen.
“Oh no, this doesn’t look like it’s going to be a pleasant conversation.”
“Well, if you didn’t ignore me then this could have been avoided. Now, I’m hoping the offer is still good.”
Jensen downed his drink, “What offer?”
Joe’s smile was both promising and unnerving, “A movie offer to star in an old time western with Alec Baldwin.”
“W-What?” Jensen couldn’t help his jaw slacking for a moment, “Where do I sign?”
His manager chuckled, “Hold on cowboy, Alec wants to have a meeting with you first to pitch the idea. Then you would immediately fly to New Mexico to start filming for the next six to eight weeks. Of course you would still have your convention schedule to uphold as well.”
Jensen’s heart sank, “So, very little time to come back to Austin?”
Joe nodded, “That’s not all…”
“What?”
“DC really liked your work on The Long Halloween, so they want you to do a couple more animated Batman movies. You can work remotely like you did in Toronto.” Joe finished off his drink, “The meeting with Alec is at 9:00 o’clock sharp tomorrow morning.”
Jensen nodded, “I’m in room 310. I’ll be ready to go.”
Joe stood up to leave, “These are both wonderful opportunities for your career. I don’t know why you’ve been ignoring me lately, but if you’re ready to take on less jobs then we need to have a conversation about that.”
“I’m sorry and tomorrow after the meeting I will fill you in. See you tomorrow.”
Joe gave a short nod then went up to the bar to pay for their drinks. Jensen sat for a moment letting everything settle in his mind. Joe was right, both opportunities were great for furthering his career. He was already getting a lot of chatter from his role on The Boys. Thinking about being away from (Y/N) for that long after sent a searing pain through his heart. He hated that he would have to choose between his career and her. After having a taste of a normal life, Jensen didn’t know if he was ready to give that up yet.
When he walked inside their room, he found (Y/N) staring down at her phone. Her eyebrows knitted together and a soft sniffle came from her.
“Pretty girl, everything okay?”
She looked up with a slight shake of her head and a smile appeared, “Yeah. Yeah, everything is great. I have our episode ready to go and our food should be here any…”
There was a knock on the door making her chuckle. Instantly Jensen’s nose filled with baked dough, marinara sauce and bacon. A large, delicious pizza with breadsticks and two beers rolled past him as (Y/N) tipped the hotel staff.
“Are we living our best frat boy life?” Jensen asked, opening both beers for them.
(Y/N) laughter filled the room, “Well… kind of. I saw an opportunity and took it for research for a new project. So, Jensen Ackles, tonight we dine like college kids.”
“Awesome.” He laughed before picking up a piece of pizza and taking a large bite.
Settled on the bed with their plates full and beers in hand, they started the next episode on their rewatch.
Pamela stood beside the bar looking off towards the door, “Dean? You wanna come out here?”
Dean walks back out to the bar from the cooler, “What's up?”
“Trouble.” Pamela says.
“What kind of trouble?” Dean sets the case of beer down as the door swings open as a dark figure walks in.
Pamela motions towards the door, “That kind.”
“I never understood why was Pamela there? It would have made more sense to have Ellen or Jo there.” (Y/N) took a long drink from her bottle.
Jensen shrugged, “You’re probably right. I think they just wanted to bring someone back from the earlier season that had a connection to all the boys.”
“Hmm… I still think Jo would have been a better choice.”
Jensen chuckled, “That’s because you have a thing for Alona.”
“You’re damn right I do and for good reason. The woman is gorgeous and a badass.”
Now Jensen’s mind was filled with all kinds of images that distracted him from the episode.
Michael walked towards the three men, “And now I have my perfect vessel. I've just destroyed the one weapon that could really hurt me. Thanks for bringing that, by the way.”
Castiel gets up and approaches Michael. Michael grabs him by the collar pulling him close.
“Don't interrupt me.”
“I bet Misha creamed his pants after that.”
Jensen nearly spit out his beer, swallowing it quickly, “W-What? Why?”
(Y/N) chuckled, “Oh come on, you don’t have to pretend around me. Everyone knows the thing you two have.”
“Thing? What thing? There’s no thing?” Jensen stammered.
“Oh there’s a thing. Why do you think Destiel exist?” (Y/N) turned her attention back to the TV.
Jensen, on the other hand, was having a minor panic attack, “That’s because fans see what they want to see from two characters. I don’t… we don’t… it’s not a thing.”
(Y/N) leaned over, pressing her lips to his cheek, “You’re adorable with your flustered. It’s perfectly fine to be attracted to someone who’s been in your life for so long. Misha is a handsome man, good heart, great listener, sensitive and I bet he has a whole lot going on…”
She pointed down towards his crotch. 
“Whoa! Nope. This discussion is over. I’m noping the fuck out of this one.”
Once more, (Y/N)’s laughter filled the room as they continued to watch the episode.
Michael sat chained to the column, “Look at you. Playing nursemaid to a nephilim. Nothing like the Castiel I knew. He would've never been so...anemic.”
“You're confusing loyalty and compassion with weakness.” Castiel said as he sat at the map table.
“Tell me. Why do you love this world enough to risk your own life?”
Castiel answered him by asking another question, “Tell me. Why do you hate this world enough to burn it to the ground?”
“Because I can.” He paused for a moment, “Because… Me and my brother, my Lucifer, when we fought in my world, we thought that God would come back, give us answers. Why he'd gone, what we'd done, but instead, do you know what happened?”
He paused once more, “Nothing. No God. Nothing. And now...now that I'm in here, now I know why. God, Chuck, is a writer, and like all writers, he churns out draft after draft. My world? This world? Nothing but failed drafts. And when He realizes that they're flawed, He moves on and tries again.”
“No, that's not how...Why would he do that?” Castiel asked, slightly bewildered by Michael’s assumption.
Michael shouts, “Because He doesn't care! About you, me -- anything.”
He took a breath before continuing.
“Now, at first, I thought I'd do it better. Show Him. Be more God than God. But now... I just want to burn every one of His little worlds until I catch up to the old man.”
Castiel leaned forward, “And then what?”
MIchael leaned in, “Even God can die.”
(Y/N) rubbed her arms, “Every time that scene gives me goosebumps. You two play so well off one another no matter what character you may be playing.”
“Misha and I blocked that scene without Jared on set. In the rare moments of just the two of us, we can usually focus enough to make the scene work. He made it easy for me.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, “Awe, you really do love Mish. Should I be jealous?”
“I could show you just how jealous you shouldn’t be if you like?” He whispered, smiling when he heard her gasp.
Jensen set their plates on the floor beside the bed and their empty bottles next to them. He crawled over (Y/N) settling between her legs and kissing her.
Castiel is attaching electrodes from the machine to Michael's head. Sam sat across from him with similar electrodes attached.
Michael smirked, “Cool science project. I give it a solid B minus.”
Jensen reached over for the remote, hitting the power button, “I’m not making love to you listening to myself and our friends on the TV.”
“Oh come on…” (Y/N) chuckled, “It would be like having you and Dean at the same time.”
He closed his eyes not having to dig too deep for Dean to come out, “Sweetheart, if you want me then all you have to do is ask.”
(Y/N) bright eyes were wide as a shaky breath breezed across his lips, “Oh my…”
“Is that a yes that you want me to stay or would you prefer your pretty boyfriend back?”
Jensen let his eyes travel down her body as he leaned back on his heels. It was not the first time a woman he was seeing had asked him to bring Dean out, but this time it felt oddly different. He wanted her to not want Dean, but him. Regular, ole, Jensen Ackles.
(Y/N) sat up running her hands up beneath his shirt and pulling over his head, “I will always choose Jensen to make love to me.”
With a wide smile he did exactly that the rest of the night until they were both sleeping peacefully within each other’s arms.
The next morning, (Y/N) had planned to catch a few of the panels in the main ballroom while he got ready. Joe was getting ready to knock on the door when (Y/N) opened it to leave.
“Oh… good morning, (Y/N).”
“Hi Joe. Bye Joe.” (Y/N) turned waving to Jensen then headed down the hallway.
He shut the door and looked right at Jensen, “So…”
“So…” Jensen repeated not looking Joe in the eyes as his cheeks burned.
“That’s why you’ve been ignoring me. You finally got the balls to play house with (Y/N).”
Jensen didn’t like his tone, “It’s more than that. I’m in love with her. She means everything to me and yes, getting a taste of a normal life has been nice.”
Joe sat beside him, “I didn’t mean anything by it, Jay. You know I’m happy as long as you’re happy… for the most part. However, if you're wanting to take time off then we need to talk about that.”
“No…” He ran his fingers through his hair, “No, I need to work. (Y/N) knows that’s part of being with me. I want to take the movie and my inner child will not let me say no to being Batman again.”
Joe laughed, “Alright, I’m glad to hear that. Are you ready for this meeting?”
Jensen nodded, “Let’s do this.”
An hour later, Jensen made his way downstairs to the green room where Jared, Misha and (Y/N) were all chatting. Misha spotted him first and got up hugging him tight.
“Hey Mish, what’s up?”
“No nothing babe. I just missed you.” Misha planted a kiss on Jensen’s cheek and grabbed his ass at the same time.
He pushed Misha away, “What the hell, dude!”
Everyone was chuckling as Jensen desperately tried the obvious effect Misha and undoubtedly (Y/N)’s prank had on him. (Y/N) walked over wrapping her arms around him, hugging him. As he looked down into her surprised (Y/E/C) eyes he silently pleaded with her not to make a big deal out of it.
“I’m sorry handsome, it was only meant to be a joke. Right Misha?”
Misha huffed dramatically, “It’s not a joke to me. My heart is broken now. I’m going to go start my autobiography about how Jensen Ackles broke my heart.”
Jensen rolled his eyes, “Pretty girl, can we take a walk?”
“Of course.” She looked back at Misha, “Send me your finished manuscript and I’ll edit it for you.”
“Deal!” Misha called out as the green room door shut.
They made their way outside and started down the street. After walking in silence, enjoying the sounds of the city they were in and the warm late morning sun, Jensen eventually spotted a small park. He found a bench for them to sit on and he pulled (Y/N) into his side.
“I’ve accepted two new jobs starting next Wednesday.”
(Y/N) laced their fingers together, “How long will you be gone?”
The hint of sadness in her voice sent a splitting crack through his heart, “Six to eight weeks. It’s a film… a western and it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. While I’m there, I’m going to record another Batman animated film.”
“Ohh, I forgot I was dating Batman.” She laughed softly, looking up at him, “This is wonderful news Jay. I’m so proud of you.”
“You’re… you’re not upset or anything?” He asked, fear tightening around his chest.
She shook her head, “No, actually this makes things a little easier…”
“Meaning?”
She turned towards him, holding his hand within both of hers, “I received a call from a literary agent. They read my manuscript and love it. They want me to fly to New York to discuss a book deal and to offer me a huge ghostwriting project as well. It’s… it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“(Y/N) that’s amazing! Is that why you were staring at your phone yesterday?” He asked, hugging her tight.
“Yeah. It all kind of happened so fast and unexpectedly. I would fly out to New York on Thursday. The author who wants me to ghostwrite wants me to finish out the last couple of books of his young adult series while he works on a new adult fiction book. He’s requested that I stay with her as I finish out the first of the last two books.”
The fear that had been gripping his chest tightened until his chest hurt to breath. Not only would he be leaving their home, but so would she. Knowing that she would be living with someone for any length of time that wasn’t him did not settle well within him.
“For how long and where?”
Her eyes focused on their hands resting on her leg, “For at least six months to a year. He has a writing retreat home in Maine that we would be staying at.”
There was only one word Jensen had heard as (Y/N) spoke. One word he had missed in the excitement of her talking about the opportunity.
“He?”
(Y/N) swallowed hard looking up, “Yeah, his name is Brandon Donne. I was hoping you would be able to come with me to New York and meet him.”
It was taking everything in Jensen's power to not text Joe and withdraw his acceptance for the western and Batman. A small tug on his hand brought him back to (Y/N) beside him.
“Jensen Ackles, don’t you dare.”
“What?” He asked.
She sighed, “You will not turn down the opportunity to be in a western which has been your dream role since you were six. Nor will you let your inner little boy down by not being Batsy.”
“H-How in the world…”
“I know you better than anyone including Jared and Misha. Both of our opportunities are too good to pass up and we can’t sacrifice them only because we’re a couple now. We have to keep living our lives and achieving our goals.”
He hated when she was right, “What if…”
(Y/N) pressed her finger to his lips, “No what ifs. We are both going to accept our offers and we will make the best of it. I’m not going anywhere handsome. Yes, it will suck, but in the end it will make the time apart worth the reunion we’ll get.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist as he hugged her tight, “What are your thoughts on phone and/or Facetime sex?”
“I’m definitely for both and especially with you.” She leaned up kissing him just beneath his chin then whispered, “We can even do a little shopping online for me to model and/or use during our little times together.”
An image of (Y/N) in something lacy and using a toy on herself made him groan, “Hmm, I think you’re going to be the death of me.”
(Y/N) laughed as they continued to sit and enjoy the little time they had left together.
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ramp-it-up · 1 year
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Nice and Tight
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans
Word Count: 1.6K.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
A/N: This is in response to an ask about the best kink. I couldn’t pick just one. Part four of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!
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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.
“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”
Henry looked down at you and winked.
“What do you think, Dove?”
Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.
“Don’t be rude.”
Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.
“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”
Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.
“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”
Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.
The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.
You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.
They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.
You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.
“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”
He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.
“So lovely with your face like this…”
Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.
“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”
Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.
“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”
You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.
You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.
Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.
“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”
“Yessssss!”
Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.
“Holyyyyyyy…”
Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed
your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.
You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.
When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.
“You are such a wonder, Dove.”
Remarkable.”
“Ohhhhhh!”
You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.
Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.
“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”
You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.
“You sure that’s what you want?”
His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.
“Y-y-yes. Please!”
“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.
“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”
Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.
“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”
“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”
You felt like a queen.
“So be it.”
Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.
Chris started going harder and Henry
matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.
Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.
Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.
It was like you were one.
“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”
Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.
Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.
“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”
You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.
“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”
You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.
“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”
Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.
You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.
“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”
Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.
“Yes, Daddy.”
You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.
“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”
You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.
“Heavens…Dove...!”
“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”
Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.
You could become addicted.
The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.
You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.
“Fuck. Look at that.”
Chris’s eyes were glued to you.
“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”
His sky blue eyes were full of awe.
You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.
“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”
This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.
Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.
You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.
“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”
You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.
You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.
Oh shit.
“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”
Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.
“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”
You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.
No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.
The question was, what were you going to do about it?
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What do you think? Is reader more partial to one of these beautiful men or the other? Or is she down for both? 🤔
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smimon · 4 months
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Giant K series #9: Bojan joins the party!
First of all, big thanks to @j-restlessgeek for being the best test audience / beta reader 💛💛💛 without your support I would have dropped this 15 times at least 🙏😭 Thank you so, so much!!!
And now, enjoy ✨ the post ✨ 🥳
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(You know, I haven't even realized how much I missed Bojan in this series before I started working on this. So many ideas...)
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What follows is basically a mismatched collection of unrelated ideas. Sit comfortably, this is going to be a long post 👀
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That damn smile...
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Don't worry, Käärijä won't fall overboard, Bojan is holding him 😊
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It's that cliche picture of a couple lying in a meadow except they are in Finland so they went to the forest instead
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Unrestrained summer fun
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Nice catch
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Bedtime 🏎
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Cowlick 🐄
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epic fail
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Who needs shoulder angel/devil when you have Bojan
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Kabe-don!
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Pötsi as aid
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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier
"The first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy." - Jack Kerouac
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Summary In July of 2023, Evie looked at a list of cities in North America and rolled a die. Just like that, she packed up her life and moved to Chicago, a fresh start. The 2023-24 NHL season started well for Tito; he did not expect the call on November 28th telling him that he was being traded. To the worst team in the league. And just like that. 10 months after being ripped from his home, he had to pack up and move again. To an unfamiliar city, and to unfamiliar faces. Which is why, when Tito and Evie ran into each other, quite literally, on Christmas morning, they both latched on to a familiar face. Over the next few months, they became close friends. They didn’t talk about the nights shared in Chicago clubs.  They didn’t need to. Because they're just friends.  Right?
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This is a completed fic split into episodes for easier reading. It was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston.
Episode 1. Blue Christmas (4.9k) Episode 2. I. Winter (4.4k) Episode 3. Pal-entine's Day (4.8k) Episode 4. Four-leaf Clover (5.5k) Episode 5. Evie's Birthday 🌶️ (5.6k) Episode 6. II. Spring (4.8k) Episode 7. Not Goodbye 🌶️🌶️ (5.4k) Episode 8. III. Summer (4.8k) Episode 9. Tito's Birthday (4.2k)
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Author's Notes: This fic was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston. It got so out of control long so quickly. I genuinely had so much fun writing this, it's basically my magnum opus; if you look closely, I think you can probably see my soul in there somewhere. I would like to thank @devilssacrament, @wyattjohnston, and @forgottenflowers for being my editors, holding my hand and keeping me sane in this. Also, thanks to @swissboyhisch, and @imperatorrrrr for being a sounding board for ideas . All of your help and support has meant so much to me. You are all just the fucking best, I am sorry this has been my entire personality for the past month, I will probably return to normal soon. Probably...
Tropes: a gut-wrenching mix of angst and fluff with a happy ending, slow burn friends to lover (tbh, idiots to lovers let's be real), alternating POVs
Warnings: alcohol (one instance of alcohol poisoning by side character), mature content bordering on smut (mostly occurring in clubs/public), references to a toxic past relationship. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team based there. Only other Chicago players mentioned by name are: Nick Foligno, Jason Dickinson and Connor Bedard. Other notes: NHL players featured Mat Barzal (a heavily featured supporting character/bestie) and brief mentions of Zach Hyman and Matt Martin. Assume that Tito and Evie are always speaking in French with each other.
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Face claim for Evie (if you want one, but you can imagine whoever you like): Adeline Rudolph
Fun Tidbits: Original Character (she/her) called Genevieve Gignac or Evie (pronounced eh-vee) is the oldest sibling of Tito's juniors teammate and friend Brandon Gignac. Along with their other sibling Wiliam, they grew up in Montreal. Evie had been living in Toronto for six years, before moving to Chicago in the summer before the fic starts. I did way too much research so a lot of the little facts are true. Nicknames: (ma) chouette (shoo-wet): owl (mon) chou/chouchou (shoo): in practice, honey, sugar, baby, sweetheart // by definition, my cabbage or my profiterole/cream puff (depends who you ask) Solours (soul-oars): the Québécois name for the yellow Care Bear with the smiling sun on its belly Solou’ (soul-oo): a diminutive Evie decides to use
Cook, Cook, drink your tea, But save some in the pot for me. We'll watch the tea leaves in our cup When our drink is all sipped up. Happiness or fortune great, What will our future be? -- "Afternoon Tea at Pittock Mansion" by R.Z. Berry
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Episode Synopses:
Blue Christmas Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling smoke from this fire.
I. Winter Tito injures his wrist in the first game of 2024, he’s out for 6-8 weeks and then his car breaks down. He thinks maybe he’s cursed. Evie becomes a shoulder to lean on. Barzy gets suspicious.
Pal-entine’s Day Tito returns her kindness by being a shoulder Evie can lean on when she is having a hard time after all-star break. She tells him it’s anxiety about work. He brings her a box of pastries and they cuddle on the couch all day; he doesn’t realize it’s Valentine’s Day. Later, a hook-up goes very wrong.
Four-leaf Clover Tito’s been playing again, and during his first stretch of away games begins to miss home. Well, Evie’s home anyway. When he sees her in the bar, he can’t help but show it. Barzy calls him out on his lies.
Evie’s Birthday Sometimes the music moves you. Sometimes the bass pounding in your chest makes you do things you wouldn’t do. Fuck it, it’s your birthday. That’s what Evie tells herself anyway. There are gifts given, but there are also secrets kept. 
II. Spring Tito tries to tell her— he does— It’s just he needs to find the right time, and something keeps coming up. Evie’s honest with herself. But does that even matter? Mat decides maybe it is his time to intervene.
Not Goodbye Evie realizes that her time is running out. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she has one last night to find out. That is until— Well. It’s too late now. Tito flies home and wonders if that will be the worst mistake of his life.
III. Summer They try to get on with their summers as if nothing is wrong, convincing no one. How long will it take them to realize they can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine? And who will finally take the leap of faith?
Tito’s Birthday Tito receives the best birthday present he has ever gotten: the girl he loves standing at his parent’s front door. It was never destiny or fate; it can only be by choice. And they’ll choose each other every time. Eventually, anyway.
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The winner takes it all
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The looser has to fall
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kiwisa · 1 year
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the harpy ✩ masterlist
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F1 Grid x Fem! F1 Driver! OC
IN WHICH... a woman enters formula one's prestigious line-up. chaos inevitably ensues.
how to request?
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✩ BASICS !
driver profile・life mosaic ( ➧ instagram )・online diary ( ➧ twitter )・grid dynamics
✩ WRITINGS !
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00. dawn
01. genesis ( ➧ the outtakes )
02. nike
03. dionysus
04. harpy
✩ KIOSK !
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➥ vanity fair, august 2022
« the illusion of proximity: astrée iraklidis' social media presence »
➥ vogue, april 2021
« 'the harpy,' or how a misogynistic insult became a trademark »
✩ INTERNET !
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ᯤ www.spark.com/outrage
6 iconic astrée headlines
✩ BONUSES !
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+1. heebie-jeebies
5 times lando was scared of astrée and 1 time the tables turned
+2. the dinner
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Make Me Series Masterlist
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Summary: Feeling bratty, you decide to test your man's patience. Too bad it's looking like your mouth just wrote a check that your ass can't cash.
Warnings: Daddy!Kink, Smut, Brat!Reader, Some DubCon, Degradation, Ass Play, Spanking (With Implements), Butt Plugs, Manhandling, Light Bondage, Minor Chase Kink, Games, Cursing, Minors DNI
Notes: The following is the first bit of Fanfiction I ever wrote for Tumblr. Although I've recently made a few minor edits, I am no longer currently writing Chris Evans RPF. Please heed the warnings and let me know what you think. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged. ___
Make Me: Part One - Always give Daddy what he wants.
Make Me: Part Two - You disobeyed Daddy. Now it's time to run.
Make Me: Part Three - Daddy wants to know if you’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl. 
Cereal Brats: A Make Me Series Drabble - You decide to test your Daddy's patience while out grocery shopping.
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logan's pov on the soulmate au? 👀🙏
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Logan had grown up dreading meeting his soulmate. His parents were soulmates and had gotten married less than a year after they met. Dalton didn't have a soulmark and his parents always treated it like it was some tragedy. They always told Logan that the day he met his soulmate would be the happiest of his life, that he would fall in love with her immediately and never want to be with anyone else.
That was a problem for two reasons. 1) he didn't think he liked girls enough to want to be around one all the time. And 2) he was always moving around and leaving for karting. Racing was his true love, he didn't have time for a soulmate on top of that.
Despite all of that, his parents hadn't been entirely wrong. Logan knew immediately when he met his soulmate (who was a boy and not a girl, just like he had told them) but he didn't feel any differently about him than he did any of his other friends.
As they got older and got closer, Logan realized how important Oscar really was to him. He'd never had anyone that he could count on to always be there for him. Oscar was that person for him, and he clung onto him like a lifeline. He's glad Oscar didn't seem to mind.
They got older though and Logan got a bit more independent. The day that his parents would claim to be the worst day of his life wasn't actually that bad.
"I think I want to ask Lily out," Oscar said, looking seriously into the phone screen.
"Lily Zneimer? Your classmate?" Logan asks, looking up from the homework they were doing. Though Oscar and Logan were close, Oscar went to a different school in a different town. It wouldn't take long to get there but since they saw each other most weekends anyway, they didn't bother. "That sounds good, dude, what's the issue?" He asks, cause he could feel that something was bothering Oscar.
"You wouldn't be mad?" The younger boy asked, looking worried.
Logan paused and thought about it. Everything his parents told him tells him he should be mad. But he isn't. If Oscar likes a girl, he should ask her out. Logan wants him to be happy. And the little place in the back of his head that is distinctly Oscar tells him that nothing would ever take the other boy away from him. Logan didn't have to worry about being left behind when it came to Oscar.
"Of course not. If you like her, go for it."
He felt and saw Oscar relax and the younger boy gave him a small smile through the screen. "You know, you can date someone, too, if you want."
"Yeah maybe," Logan says, shrugging the idea off. Over the last couple of years Logan has realized he doesn't have the desire to date and fall in love like the rest of his classmates do, like Oscar does. He wants to be loved and accepted by his friends and family, he wants to race and be the best that he can. He doesn't need another person to do that with, though.
Logan haltingly tries to explain this to Oscar but the boy stops him.
"I get it, mate, I can feel you, too, you know? If you don't ever want to date anybody, that's cool."
Logan gives his friend and soulmate a smile, falling into the easy acceptance that has always been a part of their relationship.
"Well, when you and Lily get married and have tons of kids, I'll be the fun uncle with 3 dogs and a yacht."
"Shut up, Logan," Oscar says, blushing bright red. Logan can't help but laugh at him.
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"Logan can you get the bread out of the oven, please?" Lily asks as soon as she hears him walk through the door.
"Yes ma'am," Logan says, dropping a kiss on Lily's cheek as he walks by, grabbing the oven mitts where he knows they'll be. It's been a year since Lily and Oscar got this apartment together and between races and sleepovers, Logan feels like he's here more than his own apartment.
"You're late," Oscar says, coming in from the balcony where he was taking a call. Logan just smiles at him, the same smile Oscar always says makes him look like a puppy. Oscar shakes his head and leans down to kiss Lily before slapping Logan on the shoulder in greeting.
"How has your day been, Lo?" Lily asks, moving things around on the table to make space for the bread tray.
"It was good, Elias and I spent most of it training." Oscar shudders at the mention of physical exercise during the off-season and Logan laughs.
They sit down to eat, Oscar and Lily on one side and Logan on the other, and Logan listens as Lily talks about her newest project at work. Despite being around engineers all day, most of it goes over his head, and he can tell it goes over Oscar's too. Still, he's got experience at this point, and knows when to ask all the right questions.
After dinner, Oscar and Lily end up bickering over the dishes, Logan as a "guest" being relegated to the couch. He watches in amusement at the fight, the warm feeling of acceptance and domesticity washing over him.
His parents haven't stopped nagging him about getting a boyfriend and Dalton still tries to set him up every time he's in town. But really, this is all Logan needs.
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THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS AU OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK
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THE BEST OF THE CHOSEN
the chosen is an alternative rock band, whose members are spencer agnew (lead singer / secondary guitarist), shayne topp (lead guitarist), damien haas (bassist / vocalist), and courtney miller (drummer / vocalist). known for their iconic guitar riffs and heavy bass lines, the band has been accused of relying heavily on their instrumentals to distract from their lead singer's vocal insecurity, to which they have not disagreed. hit songs include "short kings," "i was there man," and "nuclear rain." the band is inspired by the early 2000's alternative movement, specifically weezer, green day, and simple plan.
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THE BEST OF FTC
ftc (short for full-time cast) is an indie trio known for their slow melodies and sad lyrics. their songs, typically written by their lead singer tommy bowe, are often explicitly queer, romantic, and yearning, though they also frequently feature themes of self-doubt and internal struggle. other members of the band are amanda lehan-canto (singer / guitarist) and kimmy jimenez (drummer / occasional background singer). with songs such as "creekside killer," "reading of the will," and "bones," ftc is inspired by artists such as boygenius, hozier, and mitski.
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THE BEST OF KOLIVTION
kolivition is a hip-hop duo fronted by keith leak jr. (singer / rapper) and backed by olivia sui (pianist / dj / sound mixer). they incorporate r&b, funk, and rap into their music as well, with their soulful beats and psychedelic sounds. kolivition's songs typically revolve around romance in the modern world. the duo's hit songs include "life's a party," "give me all your money," and "bobby from the block." kolivition is inspired by childish gambino, frank ocean, and kendrick lamar.
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THE BEST OF COVENTRY
coventry is a female-led punk band consisting of erin dougal (singer / guitarist), heidi ha (singer / drummer), and selina garcia (singer / bassist). they typically theme their songs around female empowerment and relationships - romantic, platonic, or otherwise. their hit songs include "sluts," "sunflower," and "wish i could (say the same)." they are inspired by paramore, no doubt, and veruca salt.
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THE BEST OF LET'S DO THIS
let's do this, though a relatively new band, is an enthusiastic underdog pop trio. its members, chanse mccrary (lead singer / guitarist), angela giarratana (bassist / vocalist), and arasha lalani (drummer / vocalist), are clearly tuned into the pop scene and thus make current, upbeat, snappy music that is practically made for the radio, even if it's yet to take off. their songs rely heavily on romance, and are often either explicitly queer or gender-neutral. their top tracks are "i lied," "lost the room," and "coroner." ldt is based off of artists such as conan gray, maisie peters, and troye sivan.
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THE BEST OF SMOSH
smosh is a moden reinvention of an early 2000's pop-punk / alternative duo. back after a 6-year hiatus and preparing to win a competition they've already lost, ian hecox (singer / bassist), anthony padilla (singer), and their rotating backup band are re-entering both battle of the bands and mainstream. their music centers around personal identity and how that identity affects one's relationships. though they are re-inventing their sound, smosh was and is still known for their heavy instrumentals and all-star vocals. hit songs include "shut up," "the sun," and "destiny," and the band was based off of twenty one pilots, fall out boy, and panic! at the disco.
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THE BEST OF JACKIE UWEH
jackie uweh - also known as the most talented voice of our generation - is an r&b / soul singer who sells out football stadiums with her powerhouse vocals. her songs often feature themes of feminism, romantic relationships, and a continuous journey of self-discovery. this is her first year judging battle of the bands, and, according to her, hopefully not her last. jackie's hit songs include "buggin'," "over easy," and "been with." she is inspired by beyonce, rhianna, and lizzo.
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THE BEST OF MYTHICAL
mythical, which consists of rhett mclaughlin (singer / guitarist) and link neal (singer / guitarist) and their fantastic backing band, is a country band notable for having won battle of the bands ten years ago. since then, they have created their own empire, complete with a record label and several signed artist - previously including ian hecox of smosh fame. though they are a country band, mythical is also known to incorporate alternative genres into their music, especially their most recent album, which has been by far their most controversial in terms of sound. their musical themes vary, sometimes instead focusing on story-telling rather than relatability, but typically they utilize love (romantic, platonic, and familial), religion, and self-expression and exploration. their songs include "will it?," "buddy system," and "let's talk about that." they are inspired by james and the shame, noah kahan, and the lumineers.
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THE BEST OF TREVOR
trevor (that's it, just trevor) is a soundcloud-based rapper who's honestly just happy to be here. an up-and-coming (read: thus unsuccessful) artist, trevor is a part-time musician and a part-time sound designer and editor. after working on mythical's latest album, he was invited to emcee the battle of the bands and is ecstatic at the chance to promote himself. trevor focuses on the self-described subgenre "meme rap," which views modern life through a comical gen z lens. his songs include "another banger," "silly guy," and "o7," and he is based on yung gravy, yungblud, and danny gonzalez.
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okay but.
here with me reader would try and get Joe to do the orange test, you know the one that was running rampant on tiktok where the s/o's would get their people to peel an orange for them, to test them. she would have the camera on her, of course, bc privacy and after would ask if he'd be okay with her posting it. 18+ rpf, sexual innuendos and mentions. smooching. minors dni or be kicked.
but anyway he would. you'd just be like, "Ugh."
Joe, being on his phone not posting on social media of any kind, turning his head, going, "Hm? What's that, then?"
"I have a dilemma."
Thinking it's serious, drops his phone and turns his body towards you. "No idea if I can help, but..." Knitting his brows, "What is it?"
Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh. "...I really want an orange."
Seeing that it's not as serious as he feared, his lips purse, eyes lighting up with amusement, "Oh?" he says, on the breaking edge of a laugh. "That's... I think we have some."
"I know we do."
"... Okay."
"....I don't want to peel it, though." Throwing him a pitiful pout while she's at it.
His brows raised, "Oh. Oh, I see." His lips stretch across his face in a smile, "That's... Yeah, that is a dilemma. That's...way up there. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me, that's.." The camera catches you letting out a soft scoff. "That just shows me how much trust you have in me, I'm very touched by that." Giving away to a giggle, shaking his head, "Okay," he lets out, heading toward the fridge, "You're cute when you're ridiculous, you know."
At that, you give in to a true laugh, looking at him as he pulls an orange out, "Wait, what are you doing?"
He scoffed, looking at you as if you suddenly grew a whole other head. "Peeling an orange for you, obviously! Come on, like I'm not?" Going to the counter, reaching into the drawer and getting a knife.
"Oh, I wanted it peeled--"
"Don't, don't..." his lips quirked into a smile, shaking his head, slashing at the skin, just enough to give him a good edge to it, peeling it more with ease. "See?" he said, his big brown eyes looking over at her. "Don't question the master in the kitchen, darling."
Your lips spread in a wide grin, looking over at him in awe. "Is that one of your personal life hacks when it comes to orange peeling?"
"Yup!" he announced proudly, going through the orange with ease. "My mum taught me this, because..." he raised his hand, his nails not exactly long. "Comes in handy, especially..." He said, gathering the peeled orange in a paper towel, walking toward you, the victor. "...when I have a very cute girlfriend that wants an orange so badly and pouts in a way I can't let pass."
"Shut up," you let out, but you're smiling, in the way he really loves.
Reaching toward you, he suddenly chuckles deeply, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. The orange at this point in tact and whole, giving you a look, poking his finger through the center of the orange, making it spread apart. "...remind you of someone?"
Your eyes widen, shock clear in your tone, "Oh my god, shut the fuck up!" Your outrage lost in the contagious cackles of your boyfriend, head bent down and shoulders shaking, the unmistakable laughter overtaking you, as so often. Which only makes their laughter last longer, rasping amongst each other until you feel him bend down and kiss the top of your head. Which makes you look up at him, teary eyed and breathless and he offers you the first slice. "...are you feeding me the orange, now?"
"Yes, I'm feeding you, now shut up and take it."
You snorted, "Remind you of someone?"
He cackled, "Fuck, it does. That wasn't even... I wasn't even thinking of that, that's brilliant. But come on, take the damn thing—shut up."
Forcing the laugh down, you cleared your throat. Taking the orange slice in your mouth, humming approvingly at the sweetness of the fruit, the juice that flowed along your tongue. Smiling at the feel of his thumb over your lips, and your eyes looking up at him, with adoration as you chewed and swallowed. "You're very sweet."
"Yeah?" he asked with a smile, taking a slice for himself, humming softly. "As sweet as this orange?"
"Hmm..."
He blinked, "Hmm?"
"Mmm...."
His eyes narrowed, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Soft and warm, wiping his hands off his shirt while grabbing the back of your neck to hold you still, the kiss deepening with a moan from him, tasting remnants of the orange but also a taste that was unmistakably... You.
His tongue plays against yours, and you feel yourself melt, absolutely crumble against his taste on your tongue and the haze that he always brings to you settle in. You forget your phone recording as your hands grip at the plain white shirt he wore that day, fingers digging the fabric and pulling him closer, humming softly at the feel of his fingers digging into your hair, taking a firm hold and head pulled back just a bit.
The feel of his teeth along your bottom lip, the flash of your pout flashing across his mind as he bites your lip and gives a pull, getting a whimper out of you. Making him grin a bit too proudly. Pulling away as he pecks at your lips, chin, giving a biting kiss at your neck.
"Jesus," you let out, pulling away in a daze, finding his eyes again, you smiled. "....okay, you're sweeter."
"Damn right," he uttered, kissing your lips once more. "Damn right." His eye caught something, past her head, over her shoulder. "...is that your phone?" Realization hitting him, a laugh barking out of him. "Oh, for fuck sake, this is TikTok, isn't it?"
"Yup." Leaning back and taking a deep breath. "It's this trend, asking your partner to peel an orange to see if they actually would."
His brow furrowed, "...on the assumption a partner wouldn't? Why not?"
"Well, some people are superstar, top tier boyfriends like you are, baby," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "But, I won't use it, since um... We...kinda veered off just peeling an orange. Major green flag material, here."
He chuckled, "So I passed your test, then?"
"Oh, flying colors, across the boards," you chuckled kissing his lips once more.
He hummed, thinking a moment. "You can probably edit the uh... Well, the...parts where my agent won't have a heart attack over, surely? I don't mind. I kinda want people to know that, yes, I would peel a hundred fucking oranges for you," he chuckled, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around you.
"Mmm... I could probably do that. People should know how amazing you are. Thoughtful, kind...and honestly, that orange peeling hack should be viral. Out there." She shrugged, "Besides, the video could have been worse."
"How's that, then?"
"When you had your thumb on my lips? The urge to suck them rose up in me, but I held back."
He looked as if he was a puppy just kicked, "Oh..." Brow furrowed, "...well... Fuck your restraint, wish you hadn't told me that."
You chuckled, raising a brow, "I could make it up to you..." Pulling away and brushing past him, kissing his cheek. "Bedroom."
Brows raised, a smile slowly spread across his lips. Licking his lips, he took what was left of the orange — then your phone, stopping the video and prepared to put it down... and then a thought.
He was due to be away from you, filming...
It'd be nice to have a little video to fill his lonely hours when you weren't able to face time him...
Marching toward the bedroom, orange and phone in hand, thoughts forming in his head.
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Replay Life Chap 13 - ScoobyNatural
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Title: Replay Life - S13E16 Scoobynatural Summary: Jensen invites Jared and Misha’s families to his house to surprise (Y/N) for her birthday. They do an outdoor screening of one of the best episodes of Supernatural ever. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Padalecki Family, Collins Family Pairing: None Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 3892 A/N:
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Three weeks had gone by since Jensen had sat across from Gen Padalecki asking her to help him ask (Y/N) out. Twenty-one days filled with conventions and meetings keeping him from being in Austin. (Y/N) was equally busy as she began to take on clients for freelance editing and ghostwriting. On the rare occasion Jensen was home, she would be working until the early morning hours on a deadline. The only silver lining was seeing the woman he loved most genuinely happy.
Jensen was leaning against the doorframe of (Y/N)’s office watching her in her element. Hair up in a messy bun with a red pen sticking out of it. Large wireless headphones covered her ears knowing her favorite writing playlist was blaring into them. One of his ‘borrowed’ Dean flannels draped over her shoulders and a pair of yoga pants covering her legs like a second skin. Her glasses were hanging off the edge of her nose as her eyes scrolled across her screen. Her delicate fingers flowing over her keyboard as waves of words appeared on the screen.
Even half crazed, sleep deprived, caffeine wired, (Y/N) was still the most beautiful woman in the world. Jensen waited until her fingers stopped dancing on the keys and she leaned back in her chair to speak.
“How’s it going, pretty girl?”
She spun her chair around, letting out a long yawn, “Almost finished… a couple thousand words more and then I’ll officially be on my birthday hiatus.”
“That’s amazing. Is there anything I can do for you or get you?” Her smile made his knees wobble.
“Could you sit here with me and make sure I don’t pass out from exhaustion?”
Jensen nodded, taking his spot on the floor beside her desk. She turned off her headphones and music began to fill the room. He chuckled before singing along to her favorite Zeppelin song. He watched her shoulders relax and her eyes focused on the screen once more. For the next hour or so, Jensen sat there watching her work and singing along to her playlist. When she finally turned off her computer, he stood and scooped her up into his arms.
Her eyes were already half closed as he carried her upstairs to her room. He had made it to the top landing when she mumbled wanting to sleep next to him. He continued to his room where she was fast asleep when he laid her on the bed. Jensen slid beneath the cover behind her and slipped his arm around her waist and drew her close to him.
“(Y/N)?” He asked softly, “Pretty girl?”
Her breathing was steady and calm as exhaustion had its hold on her. He moved a few strands of her from her face before pressing his lips against her shoulder. Feeling her sigh contently, his heart began to thump wildly in his chest as a whispered confession began to flow from his lips.
“I love you. I know you know that, but I mean it differently. I’m in love with you and have been for a long time. When I think of my life after fame, after movies and tv all I can think about is you. Coming home to you, spending our golden years together, making love to you whenever possible.”
Jensen felt her move slightly and shut his mouth tightly. After several agonizing minutes, he felt her breathing settle back into a steady rhythm again.
“I’m scared shitless to cross this line with you. I’m scared I’m not good enough for you. I’m scared you will get fed up with my crazy life and I’ll lose you forever. I’ll lose the woman I love and my best friend. It’s getting harder being around you and not acting on my feelings. I want to kiss you silly. I want to yell out from the rooftops that you're mine and I’m yours. I want to wine and dine you or chill with you on the couch.”
He nuzzled his nose into her hair as a wayward tear fell down his cheek, “I want to be your entire world because you’re mine. You’re the light in the darkness. You’re everything that is good when life is a shitshow. I love you so much my heart hurts. And I’m too much of a coward to tell you this when you're awake.”
He froze when (Y/N) turned towards him. His heart was hammering against his chest, fearing she had finally heard every single word of his love confession. However, what happened next was way worse than her hearing his confession.
(Y/N)’s leg slipped between his and her thigh rested firmly against his semi-hard length. Jensen sucked in a breath as her arm slipped around his waist and her face nuzzled into his chest. A soft moan breathed through her lips as her hips pushed forward against him. He grunted uncomfortably as he tried to reel back the desire running rampant in his body.
Looking down at her peaceful face and relaxed body cradled against his, Jensen managed to wrap his arms around her and adjust to a more comfortable position. When he finally fell asleep his dreams were filled with him and (Y/N) in many different compromising positions.
After that night, (Y/N) never mentioned hearing his confession. She had only commented on it being the best night of sleep she had ever gotten. The next few days were filled with (Y/N) hanging out with her group of girlfriends for her birthday which he was thankful for as he planned a surprise birthday party for her. They had planned on watching the next episode in their rewatch which was one of the best episodes in his opinion of Supernatural. It was also one of the only episodes that Jared and Misha’s kids could watch. Jensen reached out to them both about bringing their families to his house that Saturday for a Scoobynatural watch party for (Y/N)’s birthday.
Jensen was running around making sure everything was set up in the backyard for the watch party. He had his manager reach out to (Y/N)’s friends about coming over and Kit had volunteered to keep her busy before the big reveal. He had warned Jared and Misha about them before they arrived. He was pleasantly surprised when they arrived they had all kept their cool and mingled among their families. He had decided to trust Kit with his number and she texted him when they were pulling into the driveway.
“She’s here! Everyone hide!” He called out.
Watching as (Y/N) led Kit out through their back door hearing her talk about their house, “Jensen takes a lot of pride in keeping up with the yard work whenever he’s home. Personally, I just love watching him…”
“SURPRISE!” Everyone yelled.
Jensen cursed all of them wanting to hear what (Y/N) was about to say. However, seeing the shock registering on her face as she looked at everyone around her. The Padaleckis’, The Collins’ and her best friends surrounded her with love and birthday wishes. Jensen could see her wiping tears from her eyes in between hugging everyone. A soft nudge came from his right side as he saw Gen standing beside him.
“You did good. Now man up and ask her tonight once everyone is gone.”
She didn’t stay around for a response as she walked over to (Y/N) with her arms wide open. He knew Gen was right and this was the perfect opportunity for him to ask her. Something deep down was keeping him anchored in his spot as her best friend and nothing more. He shook his head just in time to see (Y/N) rushing over to him and jumping into his arms.
“Jay, this is amazing! I… I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”
“No need to thank me.” He hugged her tightly whispering, “Happy birthday, pretty girl.”
(Y/N) leaned back slightly before pressing his lips to his cheek, “Thank you, handsome.”
Jensen and Jared manned the grill while Gen and Kit were making drinks for everyone. Misha, (Y/N) and a few of the other girls were running around with the kids. Jensen took a moment to take in everything around him. (Y/N) was carrying Odette as West and Tom ran circles around her. Her laughter filled the air and cut through a layer of the tether keeping him from crossing the invisible line between them.
“When are you going to lock that down?” Jared asked, bringing Jensen back to reality.
“It’s complicated.”
Jared chuckled, “To quote Dean Winchester, ‘Game of Thrones is complicated. Shower sex that's complicated. This ain't complicated. You're problem ain't asking her, it's you.’ So, what’s stopping you? Really?”
Jensen couldn’t help but laugh at him quoting his character, but it quickly faded knowing Jared was right. Acknowledging that he was keeping himself back from having happiness pissed him off.
“I don’t know. I want everything to be perfect for her because she has had some shitty, god awful times in her life. I want to be with her so badly it hurts.”
“Okay. Again, what’s stopping you?”
Jensen bit his lip flipping the burgers as Misha joined their conversation, “You guys look like you’re about to punch one another. What’s going on?”
“I asked Ackles when he was going to finally have the balls to lock down a date with (Y/N).”
Jensen was going to glare at him, but Misha beat him to it, “That’s a big risk for him to take. Not that I’m not for it because I am.”
Misha looked over at him, his narrowed eyes softening, “It’s hard risking a friendship that has been in your life since forever. The ‘what ifs’ filling your mind with doubt and convincing you that it’s better for everyone that you keep going as you’ve always done.”
He was stunned to hear his knotted feelings laid out so perfectly by his friend, “How did you…”
“Been there. Done that.” Misha squeezed his shoulder, “My honest and humble opinion if you want it.”
Jensen nodded.
“I believe the risk will be worth it in the end. (Y/N) loves you and more than just her best friend. You two are meant to be and I cannot wait to be witness to your love blossoming for one another.”
He turned to Misha and pulled him into a hug, “Thanks Mish.”
“Anytime.” He held him tightly for a moment, “Now hurry up with the food or the kids will start to riot.”
The three of them laughed and soon everyone was grabbing their plates to head towards the inflatable projector screen. Jensen escorted (Y/N) to her special birthday throne where her friends were all sitting. Once everyone was settled, he started the episode.
Sam is reading a book in the Bunker. Dean walks into the room behind him.
“Hey, what are you doin'?”
Sam glances up, “Uh, research.”
“Okay.”
Sam continues looking through the book, “You know, it's the strangest thing. I-I can't find anything on a-a cursed object that actually physically attacks people.”
“Dude, it's over. All right? Be like Elsa -- Let it go.” Dean smirks.
Sam turns around in his chair and looks at Dean incredulously, “Be like Elsa?”
Dean nodded,  “Ah? Right? Come here. I need to show you something. It's important. Come on.”
Sam and Dean enter a dark room, “Behold,” Dean turns on the light “... the Dean-cave. Or Fortress of Dean-a-tude. Just -- still trying to figure that one out.”
Dean walks Sam through the room, pointing out all the 'amenities'.
“We got Foosball. We've got jukebox -- all vinyl, obviously. Double La-Z-Boy recliners. And, of course, the bar. Still a work-in-progress. It's gonna have a kegger because...Well, it's gonna. And finally... the pièce de résistance.”
Dean points a remote at the television from the pawn shop.
Sam holds up his hand, “Okay, hold on, hold on. When did you have time to do all this?”
“When it's important, you make time, Sammy.”
Sam rolls his eyes, “Wh–”
“Let's give this bad boy a test run, huh?” Dean cuts off Sam.
♪ Dun, dun ♪
♪ Dun... ♪
Dean turns the television on. Purple sparks emanate from it and there is a purple swirling pattern on the screen.
♪ Dun, Na! ♪
“What the hell?” Sam asked, staring at the TV.
A purple beam shoots out of the screen, engulfing them. The boys disappear, and the purple beam drops them into the woods at night, in an alternate, cartoon universe.
Jensen was standing in the back behind everyone chuckling. All the kids were on a large blanket in front with their eyes locked onto the screen. Misha sat with his daughter, Maison, on one of the large Lovesacs. Jared and Gen were curled up on another Lovesac giggling like teenagers. As Jensen scanned over (Y/N)’s friends he noticed she was not sitting in her favorite chair.
Suddenly, he felt someone from behind him slip their arms around him. Seeing (Y/N)’s hands clasp in front of him, he let out a sigh of relief. Her head rested in between his shoulder blades.
“Why aren’t you sitting with your friends?” He whispered.
(Y/N) lifted his arm and placed it around her shoulders. He instinctively pulled her into his side and hugged her.
“I’m missing one and I can’t enjoy the episode without him.”
She looked up at him smiling and without a second thought he kissed her. Her body relaxed against his and another tether snapped free allowing him a single positive thought. Things between them could actually work out.
“Lead the way, birthday girl.” He whispered, watching her eyes flutter open.  
Sam looked around, “Dean? What just…”
They look at each other simultaneously saying, “Aah! You're a cartoon! Aah! I'm a cartoon! Aah! I’m a cartoon! Aah! You’re a cartoon!”
“Uh, is -- is this...Okay, okay, okay. This is a dream. It's gotta be a –” Sam rambles.
Dean slaps Sam across the face, leaving a huge handprint on his face.
“Dude!” Sam shakes his head and his face goes back to normal.
“It's not a dream. Holy crap.”
Sam tried to make sense of what happened, “This is, uh... You saw that light. Did we just get sucked into the TV?”
“Or maybe this is an angel thing. Or -- or the Trickster.” Dean suggests.
Sam shakes his head, “No, he's dead.”
“Or is he?”
“Dean, what the hell?”
“I don't know, Sam. I…” Dean looks off, past Sam, “Whoa.”
The Impala is parked in a clearing nearby.
Sam looks curiously at the car, “Uh...How did the car get here?”
“I had the keys in my pocket? Or maybe -- Wait, seriously? That's what's bumping you about this? Okay, look, are we animated? Yes. Is it weird? Yes.”
“It's beyond weird.”
Dean continues, “Well, and "beyond weird" is kind of our thing. So whatever happened, we'll figure it out. This is a case, so let's work it.”
Sam asks, “How?”
Dean looks at his Baby, “Same as always. We drive.”
The Impala drives down the road as rock music plays.
(Y/N) was snuggled into Jensen side as everyone was chuckling at the episode. He felt her shiver and grabbed her blanket from the back of the chair. He covered her as she wrapped her around his waist, resting her head on his chest.
“Uh, uh, I'm Dean. My brother, Sam. Mind if we join you?”
The gang looks at Dean like he's crazy then Fred smiles, “Of course not! There's plenty of room. I'm Fred. This is Velma, Shaggy, Scooby, and –”
Dean slides into the booth, “Daphne.”
“Hmm?”
Dean grabs Daphne's hand and kisses it, “Enchanté.”
“Hmm.” She looks unphased by his gesture.
“Girlfriend missed a prime opportunity and all because of Fred.” (Y/N) scoffed.
“Not a Fred fan?” Jensen teased.
She sat up shaking her head, “Dean Winchester or Fred? I’m going with Dean all day, everyday and twice on Sundays. He’s my man.”
Jensen heard Jared cough and glanced over to see him mouthing, “I told you so.”
He rolled his eyes, continuing to watch the episode.
Sam is kneeling beside the bed, “Dean, this isn't a dummy. This is blood.”
He holds his hand up to show that it's covered in blood. He pulls the blanket off of Cousin Simple and there are several pools of blood around his body.
“He's -- he's dead. Like -- like, really, actually dead.”
Velma calls out, “Jinkies!”
“Jeepers!” Daphne follows with.
“Zoinks!” Shaggy shakily.
Scooby looks down at the body, “Ruh-roh!”
“Son of a-”
All the adults began to cough loudly to cover up the last word of Dean’s line. (Y/N)’s laughter filled the air as all the kids groaned.
When the next dead body was revealed, Shep climbed up to snuggle in between him and (Y/N). She wrapped her arms around him, never taking her eyes off the screen and Jensen from that point never took his eyes off her. He never thought about kids but suddenly the only image in his mind was (Y/N) barefoot and pregnant. He wanted that. Desperately.
“Great working with you, Velma.” Sam said, holding his hand out to her.
“You, too, Sam.” Velma grabs Sam and dips him into a kiss, “Mmm. Mwah. Those shoulders. Jinkies!
She raises her arms triumphantly as she leaves the room with the rest of the Scooby gang.
Dean huffs, “Shoulda known Velma was good to go. Gah! It's always the quiet ones.”
(Y/N) leaned in towards him careful not to wake Shep who fell asleep, “Yeah handsome, it’s the quiet one you have to go for.”
She chuckled, giving him a wink then turning her eyes back towards the screen. For a moment, panic struck Jensen that maybe he had been mistaken. Maybe, (Y/N) had heard everything he told her while she was sleeping. The thought made his stomach churn.
Quickly, he stood up as (Y/N) carried Shep inside, “For anyone who may have had too much wine, whiskey or beer, please feel free to crash here. We have plenty of room. Kiddos can sleep down in the rec room and there are guest’s rooms throughout the house.”
“Ackles, do you mind if the kids stay here…” Jared wiggled his eyebrows towards his wife who was carrying Odette inside with a sleepy Tom following her.
Jensen nodded, “Sure. Enjoy a kid free night.”
Jared hugged him, “Thank you. You’re the best.”
He could hear (Y/N) laughing as Jared rushed Gen to say goodnight to their kids. Jensen helped Misha with West and Maison putting them on the makeshift, couch cushion bed with the Padalecki kids.
“I’ll sleep down here with all of them so you don’t have to worry about it.” Misha patted his shoulder before heading towards the couch that still had cushions on it.
When Jensen walked upstairs, he found (Y/N)’s friends all in front of the TV with another bottle of wine passing between them.
He chuckled to himself before calling out to them, “Goodnight ladies.”
“Goodnight Jensen.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“Feel free to come snuggle any time tonight.”
They all fell into a fit of giggles as he walked upstairs to his room chuckling to himself. Opening his door, he was surprised to find (Y/N) standing next to the bed staring down at her feet. His mind immediately went to something being wrong and closed the distance between them with two long strides.
“Is everything okay?” He lifted her chin so he could see her eyes.
Jensen sucked in a breath seeing her normally bright eyes darkened. The next thing he knew, her lips were smashed against his and her hands were up in his hair. His body reacted without paying any attention to his mind. His hands slipped beneath her legs and lifted them to wrap around his waist. Turning them around, Jensen sat on the bed while (Y/N) pushed his plaid shirt down his arms. Tossing it to the side his hands cupped either side of her face and his mind finally pierced through the desire flooding it.
“Pretty girl…” She kissed him again before he pulled away, “We can’t…”
Her body froze and guilt chilled his body to his bones. Her wide eyes stared into his eyes and she scrambled off his lap.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I… I…” Tears began streaming down her face, “I must have dreamed it.”
He pulled her to stand between his legs, “Dream what?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing. I should go downstairs.”
She tried to step away from him, but Jensen pulled her back again this time wrapping his arms around her.
“Tell me, please.”
(Y/N)’s eyes were shining with fresh tears as her lip trembled. His heart began to crack knowing he was the reason she was crying.
“The other night, I thought I heard you… it doesn't matter Jensen. You obviously don’t want this and I must have been having a sleep deprivation dream.”
This time, he froze. She had heard him and now was his chance.
“Please… just tell me what you heard.” He begged, needing to know once and for all.
(Y/N) sighed averting her eyes to anywhere but on him, “I thought I heard you say that you loved me. That you were in love with me. That you wanted… wanted to…”
He gently pulled her chin towards him so their eyes could meet, “Make love to you.”
Her eyes widened, “S-So, I did hear you say that?”
“Yes.” He pulled her onto his lap again, wrapping his arms tightly around her, “I want nothing more than to make love to you. Right now, it’s taking every bit of my willpower to not give in to my body.”
The corner of her lips curled slightly as she chewed on her bottom lip, “Then what’s stopping you?”
Jensen pressed his head against hers gritting his teeth, “You’re too important to me to not do everything right. You deserve nothing less than perfect. Tonight is damn close to that, I don’t want our house to be filled with people the first time we make love. I don’t want to worry about one of the kids or your friends walking in.”
“Yeah, that could be awkward.” She chuckled, “But Jensen, if we keep waiting for the perfect moment then we might miss the chance of seeing how perfect we could be together. Between your schedule and my deadline schedule, we have to seize the moment we have. Risk the chance of traumatizing the kids or making my friends insanely jealous.”
Now it was his turn to chuckle, “So what are you saying, pretty girl?”
She stood from his lap, taking his hands and sliding them beneath her shirt. Her soft skin beneath his fingertips wiped out what little willpower he had remaining.
“I’m saying, I’m in love with you too. I’m saying, I want this. I want us. I’m asking you to please take away all the invisible scars left behind by every douchebag and asshole that broke my heart. I want to feel again and only you can make that possible.”
Without another word, Jensen jumped head first into oblivion of love and desire.
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Good Fit
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Reader is a bit of a player. Thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) degradation kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Daddy kink, Sir kink, Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, implied masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, competition. Innuendo around a threesome. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
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This wasn’t revenge.
This was self indulgence.
Revenge was about the other person. This was all about you. What Chris had done just helped you to see that everyone was selfish. And that you should be too.
This realization led to your current situation:
Skating in your own slick on Henry’s thick, hairy thigh, your workout clothes on the floor of Henry’s home gym.
He’d invited you for a cozy weekend at his home after working on film together in London led to hot sex. Good food, sensational fucking and a proper work out. You could get used to this.
Riding Henry’s thigh was the result of watching him continually squatting to deadlift double your body weight, the muscles in his thighs rippling and straining against his golden tanned skin obscenely. You’d started sweating on the treadmill, and not because your incline was set to 20.
Henry happened to look over at you lusting for him, and soon you were riding his thigh on the weight bench, chasing your high like a woman possessed but deliciously controlled.
“Thaaat’s right Love. Just like that. Careful now.”
Henry’s beautiful smile and dimples had you transfixed as you modulated your movements, biting your lip to staunch the power of your impending explosion.
Your knee was near his heavy balls, which were drawing up under his thick, fat, weighty cock. Henry was grasping the base of his thick staff, squeezing and sliding his large fist in time with your undulations. 
The scent and energy of sex was heavy in the air.
“C-can I cum, Sir? Please?”
Henry frowned a bit, the brown taking over his beautiful eyes. Your plaintive whine caused him to study your face, the tears in your eyes and those luscious lips trembling as you begged for release. You were asking him for permission, but you had him under your spell.
“Not. Quite. Yet. Dove.” 
He grunted out the response, the feeling of your quivering core on his thigh causing him to leak all over his hand. You looked down at it and licked your lips, arching your back. 
“You are quite the vision like this.” 
Henry grasped your throat and squeezed a little, then slid his hand down the column of your neck to your chest and grasped your nipple and pinched. The delicious pain was almost too much and you squeezed your eyes shut to try and control the sensory inputs which were bombarding you.
“O- o- ohhhhhhh….” 
You gasped for air as you stopped moving to try and stop the inevitable.
Henry felt your clit quiver, the small piece of flesh hard and plucky on his thigh. He flexed and looked at you with a saucy smirk. You were on the verge of tears, the sinews of his muscle obliterating the last of your control.
“What’s wrong Dove? Can’t hold it?”
Henry’s lust filled eyes dragged down to where you were soaking his thigh, your juices dripping off him to the floor. He licked his lips, eager to taste.
“Sir! Please!”
“So desperate,” Henry gruffly whispered as he softly caressed you with his thumbs and admired your face flushed with desire.
“So pretty too.”
He leaned down near your nipple, his hot breath causing your vision to speckle white.
“Cum for me Dove.” 
His lips enclosed around your hard aching bud and you exploded on his thigh, body shaking as Henry continually flexed and relaxed his leg. He held on to your waist as your movements became wilder, and moved you up and down the column of his leg by force to prolong your orgasm.
Your screams echoed off the walls of his gym, and your throat was raw as you finished flying in his arms. You collapsed, still on this thigh, head on his broad sweaty shoulder.
“Holy fuck, Hen. That was…”
His deep chuckled bloomed warmth in your stomach as his hands encircled your waist again.
“Oh I’m not done with you just yet…”
He stood you up, your legs as shaky as a newborn fawn, and moved his thigh.
“I wanna clean you up, Sir.” 
You were staring at his slick thigh and cock and Henry moaned, his cock jumping against his stomach. 
“I was planning on stretching out your tight little cunt, but I’ll always give you anything you ask for, Dove.”
Henry leaned back and stretched his massive thighs as you knelt down between his legs, admiring his heavy balls and thick, wide dick, head fully projected from around the skin of his uncut shaft.
You leaned down and licked your juices from his thigh, starting near his knee, and fully sticking the width of your tongue out to catch your liquid in your mouth. Henry looked at you with hooded eyes as your tiny hand tried to grasp his cock and jack him, swiping your thumb across his massive head as you teased him with your lips and tongue.
Soon, his hands were in your hair as he pulled you near his cock, anticipation too much for him to bear. He gathered your thick tresses in his hand as you split your lip trying to swallow him, watching your eyes roll back in your head and close as you gagged and spit around him.
“Thaattssss it little Dove. Swallow like a good girl.”
“Mmmhmmmmph. Ummmhmmmm,”  was all you could say.
Right when Henry’s head was thrown back and his balls were as hard and compact as they could be before he spurted down your throat, your phone buzzed.
You did not care, but it was right beside Henry on the weight bench and his brow furrowed at the intrusion on his release.
You cursed yourself for not putting it on silent, but you tried to take Henry deeper to distract him. 
Henry’s eyes were on you, a little menacing as he reached for your phone, brought it forward to look at it. He glanced at it then frowned. He looked up at you.
“Who is ‘Thot?’”
Your eyes widened. Henry did not let you up to answer. In fact he pressed your head down further on his cock. You tried to remain calm and concentrate on breathing, but it was a chore.
‘Thot’ was the moniker that you’d renamed Chris’s contact. Why the fuck was he calling you now? Finally, Henry pulled you off his cock as the phone stopped buzzing.
“Um… a friend.” 
Henry stared you down.
“Sir.”
You tried to stare back at him innocently. It didn’t work, however. Henry knew about you and Chris and suspected that’s who it was. But you were gorgeous with your face ruined for him. He decided to let it pass.
For now.
“Oh.”
Henry’s eyes gleamed.
“Ok.”
He placed the phone on his other thigh and pressed your head down on his cock again. You breathed a sigh of relief as you got on with it.
Just as you managed to get Henry to the precipice, your phone buzzed again.
“Bloody Hell!”
Henry swore and grabbed the phone.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Henry growled.
Your eyes got wide as you saw it was Chris again, this time on facetime. For some reason, your cunt throbbed as Henry looked at it, raised his eyebrow, and answered.
Henry grinned as Chris came into view. The competition between these two was ever present.
“What the fuck!”
You heard Chris swear as Henry’s face popped up on his screen. His hand still gripped your hair, making you bob now, making you glug on his cock. Surely Chris heard it. How could he not?
“So you’re the Thot!” 
Henry chuckled as the obscene noises you were making continued. He was hard as a rock. Clearly, he was enjoying this.
“Why are you answering Y/N’s phone? Where is she?”
Henry looked down at you and you looked up at him, your pussy dripping on the floor beneath you. This debasement was so arousing. These two men. You couldn’t describe this feeling.
“She’s a little…busy. Mouth full. Can I take a message?”
Chris was blown away. He couldn’t be hearing what he thought he was hearing.
“Let me speak to her, Cavill.”
“As you wish, mate. Remember, you asked for it.”
Henry pressed the button to switch the camera, and Chris got a prime view of you gargling Henry’s cock.
The look on his face was inscrutable as you stared up at him, mouth full of Henry. The thrill of him watching made you touch yourself.
Chris didn't know what to think . He was instantly angry, but then you looked so gorgeous, lips stretched, tears and drool streaming down your face. He could tell your nipples were rock hard, and when he saw that your hand was circling your clit, his pants started to get tight.
Chris smirked at you.
“What are you doing, y/n? Are you doing something you shouldn’t?”
Henry pulled you off of him, and this time you made sure that it was with a pop. For some reason, you wanted to make a show for Chris.
“Answer the man, Dove. What in the world are you doing?” 
Henry still held your hair in your hand, and turned your face for a better view.
“I’m sucking Sir off. You said that we weren’t exclusive, and that we could get with whomever we wanted to. I want Henry.”
“That’s right, my filthy little minx. C’mere.”
Henry pulled you up for a kiss, and all Chris could see was the phone in Henry’s hand near your thigh. He could see your arousal up close now. 
“Let Chris see how good I make you feel, Dove, let him see what he’s missing out on.” 
Henry shoved the phone in your hands as he spread your thighs around his and pointed his cock at your cunt. You held your phone up for a high selfie as Chris speechlessly watched you slowly slide down and around Henry’s thick shaft.
You could see Chris shifting, and you could guess what he was doing. You were surprised, but not much. Chris Evans was a freak.
“Oh Baby doll. I knew you were a cock slut, but I thought only for Daddy’s dick.”
Chris groaned, in pain or… something else.
Henry laughed as your mouth went slack at his girth. You started bouncing and taking Chris for the ride.
“You broke me Daddy. You gave it to someone else, so I thought I could do the same. What did you think would happen?”
“I’d say you didn’t fuck her thoroughly enough, Evans. Or else she wouldn’t have come to me so readily. Or cum for me so easily.”
You caught Henry’s thumb on your clit and your face in ecstasy on camera and Chris couldn’t stand it.
“Well, I must admit, you look absolutely gorgeous taking that dick…but I bet it isn’t as good as mine.”
“Nice try, Evans. How could you leave this tight little piece up for grabs? Fool.”
Henry chuckled again and stood up, easily taking you over to the yoga mats and laying you down. Your hair was everywhere, an angelic halo as Henry and now Chris, did devilish things to you.
It was obvious what Chris was doing now as he watched your face while Henry pounded you out.
“O-o-hhhhhh… fuck… Daddy… oh Dadddyyyy.. Henry is not as… not as.. Long as you are…”
Henry pounded you harder.
“But it’s…..sssssss fuck! It’s thicker…FUCK! And It feeels so gooddddd.”
Chris was dripping in his own hand now. And you looked up, afraid, only to see Henry beaming down at you.
“I see…. I see it feels good Baby. Take it like a good girl for Daddy. You can do it.”
Chris talking you through taking Henry’s dick. Was just what you needed to cum again.
When you came down, Chris had a question.
“So which would you rather have?”
Chris panned down to remind you of what he was working with.
The fact that he was getting off almost sent you over the edge again . You dropped your phone, but Henry picked it up to capture your rapture. When your eyes opened again, the phone was in your face.
“Answer the man, Dove. Which. Would. You. Rather. Have?”
Penis punctuation got you over the edge. And the audience didn’t hurt. You put your finger in your mouth as Henry made sure to get your bouncing tits in view.
“Can you handle what I’m doing to your Baby Doll, Evans? Don’t be upset if I fuck her better….” 
Henry was talking himself to the edge. It was Chris’s turn to chuckle.
“I see her tight little pussy has got you too. Seems like shes the one fucking you. Let her answer the question, Hen.” 
Chris' mocking tone made Henry go that much harder and put his hand around your throat. 
“Shit, you’re squeezing the life outta me Dove…”
Henry peered down at you.
“You like this, don’t you?”
His hand got tighter around your windpipe, then released.
“Answer the man. Which?”
“S-Sir…”
You looked into Henry’s eyes and back at Chris on the screen.
“Daddy…”
Chris scowled at you.
“I-I - I… I can’t choose. I want both. … Need both!”
Henry’s hips stuttered at those words and Chris moaned audibly. 
“What does that mean, Dove? You want to trade off when you’re in Europe or in the states? Or do you want both of us….”
Henry had to catch his breath.
“At once?”
“Oh fuck yessss!” 
“Which would you rather have in your ass?”
“Him. Or me? Or maybe both?”
The barrage of filth from both of them caused you to arch your back and cum again, as Henry pulled out and spurted his hot spend all over your face, neck, and breasts. You could hear that Chris was cuming too, 4500 miles away.
Henry kept your phone on you as you played in his cum for the camera. You felt extremely satisfied. And extremely powerful.
You wanted more.
“Holy shit, Baby doll!”
Henry handed you the phone as he went to get a warm wet towel to clean up with.
“You did so well, Baby. Such a good girl. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”
You smiled at Chris.
“Not in a bad way, Daddy.”
“Fuck!”
Chris was more excited than he had been in months.
“I can be in London next week. Do you want that?”
You frowned a little.
“I don’t know if Sir would want that….”
Chris laughed. 
“Trust me. I wouldn't have seen what I just saw if Cavill wasn’t cool with it. What do you want?”
You bit your lip as Henry approached you, grinning.
“I want you to come.”
“Say less. See you soon, Baby doll.”
You hung up as Henry smiled at you and your stomach did a flip.
It seemed like the pieces of your life were fitting together nicely.
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Giant K series #12: Mikke considers applying for hardship allowance
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concreteburialplot · 6 days
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New series:
Cool About It
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Meet: Amelia Alastor
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x OFC
A/N; I began writing this in December because it was meant to be a light, fluffy, hallmark-y one shot but the more I wrote the more it begged to be a sadder longer, more involved fic. I kept going back and forth between just scrapping it but ultimately I chose to continue. To not derail the original framework of the plot, I’ve decided to keep the holiday setting so… just roll with it & enjoy christmas in the spring ig 😅
Summary: When Noah comes home for the holidays with Nicholas, he runs into an old friend. While catching up, they fall back into the shoes of the children they used to be. Amelia quickly realizes that even after nearly 10 years apart, she still knows Noah like the back of her hand. Their reunion raises questions about Noah’s abrupt and secretive disappearance at 16.
Themes/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, ‘I know you better than anyone else’, hallmark-y? kinda?, [AU] family/childhood trauma, eventual smut, and as always, incredibly sad lol, 18+ MDNI
Disclaimer: this is an au that follows no actual timelines/events, and uses oc's for family members.
Comment if you’d like to be tagged❄️☕️
CHAPTERS:
-> 01 - Breaking & Entering
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shellbilee · 4 months
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Since there is apparently a glen powell fic shortage, I've started writing an rpf fic series, about Glen meeting an ofc named Billie who has a Golden Retriever named Nugget (because Brisket and Nugget? How fkn cute 😍). Lots of fluff and smut will ensue, with a little bit of angst thrown in!
Let me know if you'd like to be tagged! First chapter will be up in the next few days.
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