#yeah sure... very smooth 😏

[pluviophile6104]

They should just live together at this point 😌

[melancholysway]

Hey! I've been following your blog for a long time, it's great! I'm also a big fan of the 2007 film! I don't know if you're still accepting requests, but I'll leave it here just in case. I would like to ask about the turtles' reaction to S/O wearing their color. I bet Raph would be possessive if his S/O wore his red color 😏. Merry Christmas and all the best!

thank you! I'm glad you like my blog! I hope you like this! and Merry Chirstmas!!!!!!

TMNT 2007 Headcanons: S/O Wearing their color!

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Leonardo

He loves it!

It gives Leo a sense of pride when you do. It could be anything, a hair tie, a bracelet, even earrings!

Any subtle way of wearing blue would make his heart happy!

“You look so pretty in blue.” - him, all the time

He isn’t as vocal about it as his baby brother, but his gestures show you that he loves when you wear it!

When he sees you coming into the Lair wearing something blue, he’ll walk over to you and smile before giving you a loving kiss.

“I love it, honey.”

If you go out with friends and wear blue, he would feel so appreciated. It’s like you wear it as a sign of letting him now you’re his, and that you’re off limits to anyone else

“Blue? You know what you’re doing wearing that, huh?” You know he loves it, and expect a lot of kisses coming from this turtle once he sees

Wearing it also shows him that you’re paying attention to his interests. He has some unfavorable colors, and he notices that you never wear them when you’re wearing blue.

Put on some blue waist beads! I think I HC in an earlier post that Leo’s favorite body part of hs S/O was their nose, but he loves your waist, too.

If you decorate it with a few blue waist beads, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close for a kiss.

“For me? You shouldn’t have.” Oh Leo you sly mf-

In short, he’s very appreciative and prideful that you’re wearing blue! Wear it more often!

Raphael

This man is a happy turtle when you wear red

He’s prideful, and even possessive. When you wear it outside or any social scene away from him, it’s like he’s left his mark on you. Red- that’s his color

For all my ladies: If you want to tease him, wear an off the shoulder top that shows your red bra strap underneath. He’s gonna go feral

“Did anyone eva tell ya that ya look so sexy in red?” Oh, he knows what he’s doing

He’s smooth with his words, albeit a little flustered internally that you even thought about wearing his color and putting it on

Wear it when you go to the Lair

it’ll show his brothers you’re his and his only

Mikey’s also less likely to hug you for long periods of time, it’s Raph’s nonverbal threat to him

I HC 2007 Raph knits like bay Raph, and he’s definitely knitting you something red! A scarf, quilt, anything!

Raph manages to get you a red helmet for when he takes you on bike rides with him

He’s letting all of New York City know who he’s riding with is his.

He’ll also love it if you wore red lipstick or lipgloss. This turtle is making sure your lip print is on him somehow someway on any part of him. 

There’s something about red lips that gets him going

“Ya know what you’re doin,’ ain’t that right princess?” Yes, yes you do

Seeing him get all hot and bothered over you wearing red is something you live for

In conclusion: he wants you to wear it! Show everyone you’re Raph’s S/O!

Donatello

Donnie is a little naive at first

He doesn’t even notice when you start adding subtle hints of purple to your outfits

A belt here, earrings there- but, he doesn’t notice

It isn’t until Raph lets him now

“What color shoes does Y/n have on?”

“Um…purple?”

“And what color jacket did they have on yesterday?”

“Purple. Look, why does this-”

“Shutup- and what’s your favorite color?”

“Pur- Oh” Yeah, he doesn’t notice it. To be fair, Donnie is so busy being Bill Nye the Science Guy in his lab, that he’s usually tired by the end of the day when you come over after work.

He’ll apologize to you profusely for not noticing at first

But the next day he sees you and you’re wearing that purple sweater you like, he knows.

“Purple’s just not my color, is it dove?”

He. loves. It. 

He feels a small sense of pride. You? Wearing his favorite color? 

He always has this shy smile on his face when you come to visit him, sporting his favorite color.

“You look so pretty in my color.” Maybe the occasional nosebleed, too.

I think 2007 Donnie would melt if you have piercings, and changing a nose ring or stud to a purple one would send him to heaven.

He thinks it’s perfect- he loves whenever you wear it (and still feels bad for not noticing in the beginning)

Michelangelo

He notices right away- Mikey loves the color orange! Of course he’s going to notice!

“I see the earrings, come give Mikey a kiss~!” - him the second you step in the Lair

He always points out what you’re wearing thats orange.

 Any shade or pattern that includes orange, he sees it!

Mikey (a little much like Raph) likes when you wear his color since it’s an indicator that you’re his!

“Angelcakes is wearing my color! See that? I’d be jealous too!” - Mikey to Donnie

It’s like a game of I Spy for him, he’ll try and find anything in your outfit that includes orange

And when he finds it, expect a bear hug!

He’ll also make you a bracelet or give you a trinket that’s orange; anything you can have that’s his color!

If you wear makeup, putting on a nice shade of orange eyeshadow or eyeliner would make his heart soar!

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Hello Vodika!

I don't know if you accept requests, but I would like to make one request. Could I have a request regarding our Commanders (Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, Ponds, Gree, Neyo and Bacara) where they will seen their S/O in 79's dressed in their battalion colors? I wonder how the boys will react to this. 😉😏

I greet you warmly and wish you all the best in your life! ❤

His Colors

Pairings: Commander Cody x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader, Commander Bly x Reader, Commander Neyo x Reader

Word Count: 2041 in total

Warnings: Some suggestive comments and actions

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: hi there! I do always accept requests, so thank you very much for yours! I made the choice to only pick five Commanders of the ones you listed since I felt like it was going to get repetitive (and I don't know Ponds or Gree all that well).

Commander Cody x Reader - Orange at 79s

Cody’s mouth goes dry when he sees her.

She’s clad in a tight dress. It's tight enough that Cody’s not actually sure how she’s breathing, let alone walking. 

And it’s orange.

The same shade of orange that decorates the front of his armor. 

She sees him, and a blinding smile crosses her face, as she waves at him. He watches her say something to her friend, and then she hurries over to him and flings herself into his arms, “Cody!”

“Cyare,” His voice is slightly hoarse, “You look—” He trails off, not having the right words to describe her look.

Her smile brightens, “You like?”

Cody’s hands settle, tightly, on her hips, pulling her flush against him. He’s still dressed in his armor and, for the first time, he wishes he had something a little more casual to wear.

Her smile, somehow, brightens even more. “Good. I bought it for you to enjoy.”

“Yeah?”

She leans in so her painted lips hover over his ear, “My lingerie matches.” She whispers.

Cody is pretty sure that her comment just broke something in his brain, because the only thing he can think of, now, is pale orange lingerie against her pretty skin.

“Why would you tell me that?” He asks, “Now I can’t think of anything else,”

She laughs, and Cody’s heart swells, “Good. Now I’m sure I’ll be able to keep your attention.”

Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader - Grey at the Park

You’re late. You’re very late. 

It’s not your fault that there was an accident right outside your work, and you were stuck waiting for the traffic police to clean up the mess before you could leave.

But you’re still late.

You didn’t even have time to change. You’re still wearing your boring, grey scrubs. You went and bought a very nice outfit for your date with Wolffe.

And now you aren’t even going to be able to wear it.

It’s enough to make you want to cry.

Hopefully, Wolffe will still be waiting for you. He said he would, but you were supposed to meet an hour ago.

You wouldn’t blame him in the slightest for leaving.

You hurry into the park, heading straight for the meeting point. The meeting point is the bench near the fountain, the bench where you met him for the first time.

And he’s still there. A datapad in his hand, his gaze locked on the small device. You slow from your quick walk as you approach him. He really is so handsome.

He must have a sixth sense devoted to noticing people staring at him, though, because he lifts his gaze and meets yours. You watch as his gaze flickers down to your outfit, and you feel a surge of self-consciousness. 

Scrubs aren’t designed to look flattering on anyone, after all.

You nervously smooth your hand down the front of your scrubs as he stands and walks over to you, an unusual smile on his handsome face. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” You start, “I didn’t even have time to go home and change. I bought an outfit that’s more attractive than—”

You stop when his hand presses against your cheek, and he leans in to catch your lips with his.

He breaks the kiss and you stare up at him in confusion. And then you realize that your scrubs are the same color as the grey on his armor.

“You look really good in my colors, cyar’ika.” He murmurs, “How about, instead of going to dinner, we go back to your place, and I show you just how good I think you look.”

And your face burns with flustered embarrassment.

You suppose he likes it.

Commander Fox x GN!Reader - Red in the Senate Archives

Fox sighs as he folds his arms as he scans the archives.

It’s empty. Of course, it is. No one comes to the archives unless they need something.

He impatiently drums his fingers on his vambrace, seriously considering leaving. He has work to do, he shouldn’t have to wait for them to show up to do their job.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m here!” Fox turns when he hears a familiar voice and the, even more, familiar sound of heavy boots on the tiled floor. He’s not able to smother his smile when they come to a stop in front of him.

“You’re late, little bird.” Fox chides, though there’s no heat in his voice as he looks them over. They ran here from the lifts, obviously, there’s sweat on their brow and their short hair is plastered to their forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. The Chancellor needed me to deliver something to Senator Organa,” They gasp out, pressing their hand over their heart. 

“You need to work out more.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

They scowl at him, and then unzip their jacket and toss it over the back of a chair, “I’m in perfect health, thank you.”

Fox’s breath catches in his throat when he sees the shirt that they’re wearing. It’s silky, and sheer in some places. And the same color as his armor.

His little bird is wearing his colors.

Fox steps closer to them, absently tossing his gloves on the table as well, before he lightly catches the hem of the, surprisingly delicate, shirt. “What’s this?” He breathes out.

They turn so they’re facing Fox, “I bought a new shirt at lunchtime.” Their smile becomes playfully innocent, “Do you like it?”

Fox steps closer to them, his free hand sliding to the back of their neck, “Where’s the archivist?”

“Went home. It’s after closing time,” They reply.

Fox hums thoughtfully, and the hand that was lightly gripping the hem of their shirt moves to the topmost button, unfastening it. And then it slowly moves down the front of their shirt.

“Fox—”

“Well, since we’re alone,” Fox murmurs, as he leans in to hover his lips over theirs and slowly continues to unbutton their shirt, “How about you sing me a song, little bird?”

His comment is rewarded with a delighted giggle, and Fox leans in to seal his lips over theirs. 

His little bird wearing red is just not fair, really.

Commander Bly x F!Reader - Yellow at sunset

Bly’s not sure what he did to deserve the attention of someone as amazing as her. Especially since everyone and their cousin seems to think that he has a thing for his general.

Hell, even his girl thought that he had a thing for his general.

It had been a hassle trying to convince her differently. Luckily, General Secura had been more than happy to talk to her. And tell her all about her amazing girlfriend.

In any event, the conversation had been enough that she said yes when Bly asked her out. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Doesn’t mean that he understands why she wants him, of all men. But he’s not going to question it.

“Bly?”

Her voice, soft and musical, causes him to whip his head around, a broad smile already crossing his face.

And there she is.

Standing several feet away from him, her pretty hair pulled into a loose braid over one of her shoulders, her painted lips spread into a warm smile.

And clad in a dress in his colors.

That, and the way that the setting sun paints her in golds and oranges, Bly finds himself at a loss for words. 

Well, not really.

Only his words are all things like, “Marry me,” and “I love you”. Silly little comments like that.

Absently she plays with her braid, “Well, how do I look?” She asks shyly, “I know I don’t usually wear yellow—”

“You could wear a trash bag and still be the most stunning woman on any planet,” Bly says, once he manages to find his tongue.

She giggles, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

If Bly ever has the displeasure of meeting the person who told her that her smile is weird-looking, he’s going to introduce them to his hunting knife. But he quickly shoves the thought to the side so he’s able to hurry to her side.

She smiles up at him as he stops in front of her, “You really like it?”

“I love it. You look amazing in my colors, you should wear them more often.” Bly lightly takes her hand in his and twirls her, pulling a startled laugh from her lips.

“Bly!”

“I just need to see from all angles,” He teases, as he twirls her again, the hem of her skirt flaring out, and twisting around her legs. “Yeah,” Bly breathes out, “You look perfect.”

“Thank you.”

He sets his free hand on her hip, “Dance with me?”

She averts her gaze, shyly. But there’s a smile on her lips as she nods. “As if you have to ask?”

Commander Neyo x F!Reader - Burgundy at the Winery

You smile politely at the sommelier as he approaches you. You offer him Neyo’s name and mention that he should already be here, and the older man smiles kindly, “He’s sitting in the back. Follow me.”

This isn’t your first date with Neyo, you’ve been dating for well over a year at this point, but he’s been deployed for the last six months, and this is your first proper date since the war ended.

As much as you’d like him to move in with you, Neyo refuses. Claiming that you’ve only been dating for six months and that more time is needed to determine if the pair of you are a good fit.

He’s not wrong, of course.

But he’s been your pick since the first day you met him. It’s disheartening to think that he doesn’t feel the same way.

You take a deep breath and smooth the velvety material of your burgundy dress. It’s new, and it might, very well, be the most expensive thing that you own. You had it specially made to match the burgundy of Neyo’s armor.

Hopefully, he’ll like it.

Hopefully, he still likes you.

You see Neyo before he sees you. He’s wearing a dark burgundy button-up shirt and some nice slacks. If you had to guess, the top two buttons probably aren’t buttoned, because that’s the kind of man he is.

He’s nursing a glass of wine.

You feel your heart clench. You really do love him more than life itself. You hope he knows that.

You can tell when Neyo sees you.

While your handsome Commander would never slouch, he was sitting casually. And the moment he sees you, he straightens in his seat. As you approach, you see his gaze dart down your body, and you see his severe mein fade into something more welcoming.

Well, welcoming for him, at least.

Neyo stands as you stop by his table, “Cyare,” He lightly takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. Now that you’re closer you can see just how much he appreciates how you look right now. “You look beautiful,”

You smile at him, all warmth and affection, and you watch as something soft creeps into his gaze, “Well, I wasn’t trying to match with you, but we do make quite a striking pair, I think.”

He chuckles and brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, “Well, we certainly look better than some of the people here,” He agrees, and then his gaze sweeps down your body again, and something like hunger slides into his gaze, “I’ll just have to behave myself until we’re alone.”

You tilt your head, questioningly.

“Ah, cyar’ika,” Heat runs down your spine at the molten way he says his pet name for you, “You’re wearing my colors. You didn’t expect me to not react, did you?”

A small smile lifts your lips, “Well, that’s something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

Neyo’s grin is small and secretive, but he lightly releases your hand and pulls out the chair next to him, “Your chair, cyare.”

“Well, thank you, Commander.” You sink into the seat and have to muffle your giggle as he sweeps your hair off your neck to press a lingering kiss against your neck. Tonight is going to be fun.

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I think this is where we ask for requests? but if it is shanks x reader fanfic ( fluffy pls! and SFW! ) if ur not uncomfortable with it!🤍

Hiii @iloveyoushanks Thank you so much for your ask (and for all your support on my stories! ❤️ I appreciate it very much!)

This was my first time writting for Shanks (excluding his appearance in the meet-cute series, but he's just a dad there, not a daddy 😏) so I hopeeeeee you like this! Totally SFW! Also, you didn't specify gender, so I kept it gender neutral, hope it's okay! Let me know if you liked it! 🙏 Thank you!

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Chasing Constellations

Word Count: 2490

Tags: SFW; gn! x Shanks; Fluff; Comfort; Camaraderie; Acting on crushes;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You are done dating boys, you want men. Your Captain claims to be man enough for you. But is he? And are you about to find out?

Notes: Be sure to check out my 100 followers event, as I will close requests on Sunday! Full disclosure, answers to requests may take a while! Thank you for reading this! I do hope you enjoyed it!❤️

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“Want to come home with me?”

“Sorry, not today.” You answered with a warm, apologetic smile. 

The man who had been leaning at the counter next to you, all smiles and smooth words, cursed loudly as he turned away, slamming his glass on the wooden counter along with a few coins.

The barmaid sighed as she collected them. “Shame, he was sweet and easy on the eyes. Why didn’t you say yes?”

“I don’t know why, really. I guess I am done with boys. They don’t have the emotional maturity of a man.” You said with a scoff.

“Honey, when you’re dating pirates you can’t help but deal with boys. The only maturity they achieve is in size, not in behaviour.” The barmaid let out a hearty laugh while she poured another drink into your empty glass. “If you ask me, you’re much better off just hooking up randomly. Take ‘em, leave ‘em and be done with it!”

You laughed alongside her, her contagious laugh infecting you and your tipsy state allowing you to behave more freely than you normally would.

“That’s some sound advice there.” Shanks, your captain, clinked his glass with yours before downing it in one gulp. “Or just follow mine: date a real man!” He grinned, his smile creasing the corners of his eyes and forming a charming dimple on the right side of his cheek. 

The barmaid left you two alone as she tended to other patrons and you eyed your captain from top to bottom, humming in what seemed like an appreciative manner, leaving him to puff his chest at you like a bird attempting to mate. “A real man, you say?” He nodded and winked. “Well, when you find one, send him my way, please.”

Beckman, who was next to Shanks, snorted his drink through his nose as he banged his fists against the wooden counter in pure mirth. Shanks’s grin turned into a pout, his hand against his chest in mock hurt. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, you’ll get over it, aren’t you a real man?” And with that, you let a few coins drop onto the counter and turned to return to the ship. Your captain was funny, handsome, strong, intimidating and he could be very protective of you, even if you rarely needed him to help you. You got along great and had both been spending more and more time together, lately, but, even if you harboured the hardest of crushes on him, you would never consider dating him.

He was too much of a flirt, too much of a manwhore, too much of a player…

He was too much. 

Period.

Besides, he would never really be interested in you, right? 

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Tossing and turning in bed, sleep kept eluding you. The cabin was too damn stuffy and your crewmates’ snoring - though normally nothing that bothered you - were driving you insane. If only they could all snore at the same rhythm instead of this dissonant cacophony! 

Huffing, you threw the sheets back and slid on some slippers on your bare feet, grabbing a light blanket to drape over your shoulders because the night and the sea breeze could be unforgiving. 

You found a cosy - secluded - spot by the deck, and sat down, leaning against the balustrade to gaze at the stars. They looked especially bright tonight and the sky was clear of clouds, leaving you with a beautiful painting-like picture to admire. 

Just as you were starting to relax, a deep sigh escaping your lips, you heard a roguish voice near you. “Couldn’t sleep? Or are you searching for your perfect man among the stars?”

You immediately smiled at his words as your eyes met his. A mischievous smirk painted his lips as he pointed up. “How about Orion? A legendary hunter, strong, skilled, muscular?”

You scoffed, your fingers entwining as you hugged your knees and Shanks sat beside you, still looking up. “Orion? The stalker?”

Shanks chuckled, making himself comfortable near you and you didn’t miss the way his leg brushed against yours. “You know your myths?”

“Please! I know myths and constellations! Orion pursued the Pleiades sisters who, in exasperation and desire to escape his endless pursuit, sought the help of Zeus, who placed them in the sky as stars so they could be free.” Shaking your head, you huffed in annoyance. “I don’t know what’s worse, running from someone who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, or having it be written into a love story by someone who clearly doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries and personal space.”

“Message received!” Shanks chuckled as he scooted his leg away from you and you bit your lip. That’s not what you meant, his touch was quite welcome. If you ignored the fact that this was how he flirted with everyone!

Sensing the slight change in atmosphere, you decided to lighten the mood. 

“Besides, Orion is clearly fictional. If I'm trying to find a man, I need him to be real. Let's see, he was a giant, handsome, with great strength and hunting skills.” You cheekily stared at Shanks, your legs falling to the side in an effort to close the distance he had created when you spoke about personal space. 

Visibly relaxing with the return of your touch, Shanks winked, raising his hand and counting on his fingers. “Giant?” His laugh was cocky and filled with innuendo. “Check! Handsome and strong? Check and check again! Hunting skills? Baby, I'll hunt you down blindfolded in a forest. Try me.”

The huskiness of his voice caught you by surprise, holding your breath prisoner in your throat for a split-second before you both burst into laughter. 

“Well, he was also arrogant, boastful and prideful so that's another three checks for you, Captain.” You nudged him playfully with your leg and he laughed, holding his hand in the air. 

“Aye, aye, guilty as charged.” A moment passed as he scratched his chin, eyes fixed on the sky. “How about that one?” He pointed at another constellation, clearly challenging your previous claim of knowing your way around the stars. 

“Hercules?” He nodded. “Another strong handsome man?”

“I think you might have a type.” He laughed, letting his arm fall on the balustrade behind your head. The heat from his body made you aware of his proximity. “He was brave-...”

“Reckless!”

“He held a strong sense of justice and duty.” 

“Impulsive, short-tempered with anger issues…”

“A hero!” He finished proudly. 

“An idiot.” You replied with a smirk. “They might have been branded as heroes, but they were still boys, flawed, full of themselves, with almost no regard for others, let alone for a loved one.” Sighing you fixed your eyes back on the sky. “Not even heroes and myths are perfect men, Captain. This is an impossible task.”

This all started out as a joke. A simple answer to a question a barmaid - you'd most likely never see again - asked you. And now it has turned into a real dilemma. You were sick and tired of being toyed with. You did want a real relationship, but none of the men - boys! - you'd dated had been ready to commit. 

Shanks was older than you, supposedly wiser and more mature. But he was not boyfriend material, even if he was the perfect man. So he needed to stop this useless flirting if he wasn't going to follow through because your heart wouldn't take it. 

“Well, you've left out a perfect specimen.” He pointed up and you followed, a frown on your features, already regretting having indulged your captain in this banter. 

“Perseus?”

“Yes.” He answered, pride evident in his features for your correct answer. At least you managed to impress him with your knowledge of the stars. “He had no faults. Come on, I dare you to say something bad about him.”

You pondered, your chest rising and falling with a deep inhale, but Shanks didn’t let you speak. 

“He was brave, loyal, honourable, ingenious and resourceful! Plus, he saved his beloved from being eaten alive by a sea beast!” Shanks looked you straight in the eyes and moved his stump, trying to make you laugh again. “Luffy was not my beloved in that sense, but he was still a loved one. I'd say I check all the boxes!”

That did make you laugh, and the two of you shared a fit of giggles, lightening the mood. You could always count on your captain to make you laugh. As you both regained your composure, Shanks let the arm that was on the balustrade fall and land onto your shoulders, pulling you closer to his body, muttering that the night was quite cold and he didn’t want you to catch a chill.  

You didn't object, your head fell against his chest as you tried to blame the unexpected gesture on your slight tipsiness - though by now you were more than sober. 

“There's one fault I can think of about Perseus.” You whispered as a sigh escaped your lips when you realised how well your head fit against him. 

“Really?” Shanks sounded doubtful. His fingers dug into your arm, pulling you even closer, as if there couldn't be any gap between your bodies. 

“Perseus was described as youthful. Some legends say he was around fifteen when he slew Medusa. Others say that he was in his early twenties. A boy. Not a man.” Lifting your face slightly, you let your eyes meet his, a slight sadness pressed into them. “Forget it, Cap. I’m fine on my own. Even if they were perfect,” you pointed your finger at the sky, “they would still be out of reach.”

Shanks’ goofy grin, one he had been sporting since he began speaking to you, fell off his lips as his gaze locked onto yours, his pupils darkening and something else hidden, glimmering and pulling you in like a magnet. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m right here, then.” The hand on your shoulders travelled to your nape, fingers slipping under your hair, heat permeating your entire being. “And an even better one, I’m definitely not a boy.”

His eyes never left yours as he slowly leaned down. Your heart pounded incessantly against your chest and every fibre of your being told you to pull away, to flee, to run. This was Shanks! Your Captain! The eternal flirt!

“You’re not a boy, you’re right here… but you’re also a manwhore, Captain.” The soft chuckle that left his lips ghosted over yours, leaving a promise of what could be, if only you let it happen. 

“You know, some things are just myths… I bet Orion wasn't even a giant at all! Perseus courageously defeating a sea beast? I guarantee he was scared shitless! Me being a manwhore - as you so eloquently put it.” His lips brushed yours ever so slightly, an invitation, the opening of a door, leaving you to decide if you wanted to enter or not. “Most definitely a myth.”

“But you are as unattainable as one.” All you had to do was lean in. Just a little adjustment of your mouth. He was right there. 

“Not for you.” Somehow, his words rang true. You hadn't seen him bring anyone to his cabin in ages. Granted, he could still be seeing someone outside of the ship and then returning, but if you thought hard enough, he had barely been flirting with anyone. 

Except you. 

Breathing was hard. He was right there. Thinking was harder. His scent was intoxicating. Hearing was impossible. Your heartbeat pounded so loudly that there was nothing else to hear. 

“You’ll just break my heart.” You couldn’t find the strength to pull away, even though your words might say otherwise. 

“Try me.” It almost sounded like a plea, but it couldn’t be, because Captain Shanks didn’t beg. His fingers pressed into your hair, as if grounding himself and staving off the urge to pull you against his lips. “Please.”

Oh… 

Apparently he did beg after all. 

Shoving all doubts, insecurities and fears down to the pit of your stomach, you pressed your lips against his. Just a taste. A small peck. You were going to pull back, you really were, but Shanks’ hand spread across your nape as he pulled you against him with the hunger of a starving man. 

He tasted slightly of sake, the alcohol lingering on his tongue, making it slightly bitter. But mostly… he mostly tasted of excitement and adventure, of a blissful future and sweet moments. 

Suddenly, the stars were no longer in the sky, they were shining within your closed eyelids, supernovas exploding inside your chest, your head swirling at the speed of light. 

It was… 

“Perfect…” You muttered against his lips as he pulled back a little to let you breathe. Your foreheads pressed together, his hand moving to caress and cup your cheek. Why had you doubted this? 

Why had you doubted him? 

“Gods, I've been craving that kiss forever.” There was still hunger in his voice, but something else, something far sweeter. 

“What do you mean?” Your hands reached in as you pressed your fingers tentatively against his chest, pondering whether you should pull him closer, considering the implications of a second kiss. 

“I thought you were the unattainable myth. Not the other way around. You never gave two shits about me.” He made that familiar whine that told you he was playfully hurt. 

Your chuckle caught you by surprise, so much so that you let your head fall forward, nuzzling the crook of his neck and breathing in the tanginess of his skin, sea salt and sweat mingling into a dizzying aroma. 

“Maybe you should've asked sooner.” You spoke into his skin, holding back the urge to press your lips against it and test how soft it was. 

“Asked what?”

“What that guy asked me at the bar.”

“Oh…” You felt as he took a deep inhale against your head, his hand now placing soft circles against your back. “About wanting to come home with me?”

You hum softly. 

“Aye, aye.” He chuckled as his fingers travelled up to your chin to tilt it, allowing him to stare into your eyes. “So, do you?”

You weren’t about to make this easy on him. “Do I what?”

“Want to come home with me?” He kissed you between words, his lips pressing against your flushing cheekbones, then your closed eyelids, and finally your nose. A softness to his touch you didn't know he possessed. 

The warmth filling your cheeks could have answered for you, but you still nodded, arms circling around his neck, pulling him down toward you, lips merely a breath away. 

“Is that a yes?” He didn’t hide the giddiness in his voice, the slight joviality that your wordless agreement brought. The boyish grin on his face. 

And you didn’t reprimand him for that. Because for all the youthful attitudes your captain had, he truly was a real man.

And one you wanted to date.

[miitarashi]

heyy, how are you?? I saw that you write for Tintin, thank you very much for that, not many people write for him. Sooo, could you do Tintin sleeping headcanons? Please 🥺

Thank you🥺 And yeah,it's sad that not too much people know about my precious beautiful man. Oh! And i'm pretty good! Even more after doing another Tintin bot 😏

Noooww let's go for the main thing,shall we??

Reader = [Name] (neutral)

Warnings: none,pure flufflyness.

✨️Sleeping with Tintin✨️

Ok so,first. He always. Always. Asked for even the slight touch on you.

Let's be honest. Tintin is kinda touchy,always resting a hand on Haddock's shoulder making sure to mantain eye contact and all.

But. He's a gentleman.

Even though it's almost instinctive,he always stopped just in time before touching you in any way.

This take a little while for him to get used to the idea,since he didn't wanted to bother.

Same about the gaze,he always hold the stare when talking but as soon he notice,looked away to not make you uncomfortable.

When you guys start dating,he still asked regardless.

You really find it cute,but at some point it was a little frustrating.

"[Name]? May i?-"

"You don't need to ask,just do it ok?"

"..."

"...yes. Yes you may hug me"

"Thank you,darling"

Sleeping with him was another thing.

The same "may i?" Before hugging you,he didn't wanted to be too bold so in the begin,he only wrap his arms around your waist and stay still or just letting you sleep on his chest with a hand on your back.

However.

After almost 5 to 7 months,the change was the best.

To asking after from a silent ask.

Looking at you for a moment,pulling you carefully closer by your arms and hugging you.

Like i said in another headcanon,when he come back from a tiring day of adventure,he just come closer,hugging you from behind and buring his face on your neck,relaxing feeling your warmth against him.

The same goes from sleeping.

Little spoon or big spoon. A win is win.

If his the little,he like to grab one of your hand interlocking his fingers with yours resting on his chest or

(being a little bold) he take one of your legs to rest on top of his and let his hand above your thigh (he may or may not give some light squeeze because it feels nice)

Now,if his the big spoon,Tintin do the same when he come back from a tiring day. Hugging your waist,face completely on your neck breathing your scent making him relax instantily.

But his favorite one is when you two lie face to face. Caressing your cheek or neck,drawing little circles with his thumb,giving a light kiss on your forehead and keeping the caress until you fall asleep and then,he press your face against his on neck brushing your hair softly until he begin to sleep too.

A little bônus:

Cuddling up with him and sleeping is the cherry on top.

He like to cuddle,lying on top of you,his face pressed on your chest hearing your heart beat make he melt immediately.

Now,while he's lying like this and you start caressing and playing with his topknot??

K.O

This man die,sound asleep.

Is almost funny of how fast he sleep in this position and by the caress,if you try to get up he'll ask in a half asleep voice,looking up to you.

"Darling...please,just a bit more..."

"You heavy..."

And then,his final weapon. Resting his chin on your chest,looking at you with half open eyes and head slight tilted in a silent ask for you,but if resist again,he'll climb a little to put his face on the favorite place,your neck,and speak,against you skin in his smooth voice a bit deeper by the sleep.

"...Darling...please..?"

It's impossible saying no after this (and obviously you feel a shiver down your spine because,damm this man's voice is a hit kill-)

Every place is good enough to sleep if you're with him,you two even already had sleeped on his office chair when you wanted some attention sitting on his lap.

He soon rested his chin on your shoulder,caressing your back and his eyes begin to slowly close until you two were sound asleep.

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A.N: again,thank you for your ask,i was really wanting an more easy request to do,but maybe i take too long because i was making another Tintin bot. It's so funny to make???- however,i'll try to write some more soon. Bye bye!

[slashingdisneypasta]

I know I've sent you enough asks about Poppy and Kingston... But now I've been thinking about their trip to Australia and now I HAVE to send you my thoughts on them in the Outback XD

Of course as usual, you don't have to answer right away, and whether these are true on Kingstons end is up to you ^^ and if you have any thoughts on this, I'd love to hear them!!!

First things first. The language/slang barrier. Can you inagine??? XD I did not confirm if your guys language was still the same around the 40's, but still!!! Like-

Kingston: *sees Poppy packing shoes that probably aren't the best for the Australian environment* Yeah, we're gonna get you some thongs, love.

Poppy: ... Honey, we're going to meet your parents??

I know that by then they've more than likely cleared some things up about their languages, but still, this was too hilarious for me not to include XD besides, hearing your boyfriend talk about bringing thongs to his parents' house would factory reset any American I bet XD

Poppy just- not at all being prepared for the Bush XD but also loving it!! She's not used to not having the sounds of the bustling yet dangerous city outside her window at night, but she definitely appreciates the lack of it. Having neighbors being literal yards apart and not having to worry about walking too loudly for people below you, etc. Of course Poppy still minds her manners, but it's very jarring and relieving for her out here ^^

Of course, Poppy on the farm. If Kingston was raised here, he can introduce Pops to the animals!!! And just in general, assure her woth the Australian wildlife... But also giving her a heart attack when he just calmly picks up a snake that snuck in their room that night, or wave a dismissal hand at a dingo XD (omg imagine if Kingston Kangaroo got into a fight with a human kangaroo!!! I wanna see that. And I want Poppy to see that and be very surprised what real-life kangaroos are like XDD)

Again, Poppy going through a culture shock with Australia. Idk if people in general in Australia don't care about filtering their words like Kingston, but if they do, ho boy Pops is in for a treat XD

Ok, time for your regularly scheduled angst. Poppy would be trying so hard to impress Kingstons parents. She's upping her etiquette to the max and is going to be stressing out about how Kings parents will perceive her :( though something tells me that Mr. And Mrs. Kingston will be quick to assure her ^^

All in all, it's a very surprising culture shock for her, but she loves it all the same and would love to move somewhere outside of the city with Kingston someday ^^

No. Never enough Poppy and Kingston XD

First off, coming from an Aussie, I can genuinly say that the thongs thing will never not be funny XDD Yes, I'm sure, hearing that would be a surprise for her 😅😄 And Kingston would know e x a c t l y what he's doing, cuz we are perfectly aware of American slang and non-slang XD He would just say it, smooth-faced, and move on. Rena will perpetuate the horror, too. So Ryan will have to let her in on the secret (whils King's whining that Ryan ruined his fun XD ). But eh 🤷‍♀️ There are other fun Aus Things to tease her with 😏

~

Poppy: OH, it's SANDALS! Oh my- thank goodness. Kingston how dare you do that to me!!

Kingston: Awww, Ry, you had to ruin the fun?

Ryan: I'm just being a friend. What she's really gotta worry about is the drop bears, anyway 😏

Poppy: Drop- Drop bears??

Rena: 😏 Mhm, scourge of Aus, those fucken drop bears.

Kingston: 😏😏😯 OOOOOOooooo you're right. When you're right, you're right, Ry. Don't worry Pops, I won't let those viscious cunts get you.

Poppy: W h a t???

~

Ahhhhh! Imagine bonfires with Poppy and Kingston's family!! XD They're out in the middle of nowhere so as long as weather permits, they can set up a nice fire and roast marshmallows, and look for the southern cross and orion, and listen to kookaburras!! God I'm suddenly so jealous XDD

Omg, Kingston introducing Poppy to the animals 💛💛💛 And don't forget- Kingston introducing Poppy to Aussie snacks!! Vegemite, Tim Tam's, Milo, twisties, anzac bickies, fairybread, lamingtons, pav, shapes, etc. Obviously some of these are more modern but hey, if they're toons they're immortal! Kingston showing Poppy how to Tim Tam Slam! ^^ (she will never be the same. Girl will be importing Tim Tam's to the US in order to tim slam them- )

Haha, as for how the regular person talks... yeah I guess their could a culture shock there 😄 It's not that fuck and cunt are every second word or anything but we're definitely not as sensitive about them as I think the US probably is (or at least older generations?). Cunt is for sure used as a term of endearment, especially if you're mixing with bogans XD I'm sure by that point Poppy will be used to that though from Kingston! XDD He's the most g e n u i n e aussie bloke XD Friendly, but loud and a little kinda scary.

Awwww, King's parents will l o v e Poppy!!! I'm basing them off of any and all of my aussie friends parents, so they're friendly and sweet and inclusive ^^ When Poppy arrives they just want her to r e l a x. 'We're not here to scare you sweetheart, our home is your home ^^ Now we were thinkin of frying up some fish for dinner, what do you think? We'll have whatever you want ^^'.

[zepskies]

Me seeing your gif choice:

His eyes might’ve been on the pool game, but he was playing chess in his mind.

What a line. Like, holy shit.

Ooh thank you, lovely! Daniel's a player. He's seeing all the moves in his mind.

That exchange was ominous as hell, and also intriguing...

🤐 All I can say is, you'll see next Friday. lol

Eileen! So happy to have her in this chapter. I loved that she and the reader were bonding. ("So too old" was hilarious, by the way.) And Eileen and Dean's relationship is super-sweet. Her offering him a cookie, and him signing "thank you" in response? Staaaahp. <3

Thank you so much for calling the moments with Eileen (and her little moment with Dean), because I really enjoyed including more of her in this chapter. 💕

Hot biscuits, he put on a leather jacket. Okay...

Everything about her new car felt so right. Her being incredibly grateful, but also refusing to accept it without partially paying Dean back. Dean's dedication to the project and his glee--his "dancing" eyes!!--while presenting it to her. Bobby being a big, ol' softie and making sure Dean got a good deal, along with all the parts he needed. [Chef's kiss]

Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed that scene as well. 🥹 Dean's been doing a lot for her, and she's so independent, I thought it was only right that she try to pay for at least half of it.

I was so glad she got to hear everyone praise her cooking/baking skills at Christmas dinner. She deserved that. It was a nice little nudge for a brighter future for her. <3 I liked that Dean, once again, gently, but pointedly commented about her opening a place of her own. And Sam jumping in to help her with a loan warmed me.

Yesss I'm happy you liked this tidbit; I'm leading to something with that, believe me. 💗

John seeing that she is good for his son was such an important inclusion. And being the "anchor tethering [Dean] to dry land"? What an honor that'd, honestly. <3

I really liked getting into John's head a little bit in that moment. I think he needed to be humanized a bit lol, but also for us to see how he sees his sons, and how he sees the women in their lives. 💕

↪️Especially important after he sees how the reader holds her ground against him.

Her having a Plan™ for Dean. Hoooo, boy.

...you were also a caring person, who tried to take care of him. Dean hadn’t really had that…from anyone before.

The mix of comfort and pain here--it really was Christmas for me. xD&lt;3

This was the chapter where I realized I had created a reader who actually shared a lot of similar character traits with Dean: stubborn, loyal, caretaking, independent to the point of character flaw at times, etc. 😂 And yet those are traits that they still appreciate in each other.

You encouraged him to lie on his stomach in the middle of the bed, so you could start on his back. Your hands glided down planes of muscle and smooth slopes while you straddled his thighs.

jesus christ

Lmfaoo writing the massage scene was fun for me. 😏

“I love you, you know?” you said. He smiled. “I’ve got some idea, yeah.”

Okay. All right. This is some of the best romantic shit (complimentary) I have ever heard. Like, a rom-com could never. Elite.

UGHHHH you don't know how much that warms me, God. 🥰🥰 When it comes to romance, I try very hard not to create "Hallmark" cheesy moments or cliches, but something that might stick in your mind, like the truly classic rom-coms often do. They leave you with a line that becomes iconic.

A la:

You've Got Mail: "I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."

He's Just Not That Into You: "You are my exception."

As Good As It Gets: "You make me want to be a better man."

Bridgett Jones's Diary: "I like you very much, just as you are."

Love Actually: "To me, you are perfect."

And while I am not as domestic as these two's future is looking, their discussion was adorable. <3

Haha I was going canon season 3-6 Dean-esque on this one. He wanted a family so damn bad, and I'll never forgive the show writers for not giving that to him. 🥲

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, as always, hun!! I so appreciate you. 💕

Smoke Eater - Part 15

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: Thank you as always for the lovely responses on the previous chapter! It was a long one, so thank you for sticking through with me. We're about to lighten up a little with some Christmas spirit! ❄️🎁

**Also, if you're a fan of The Boys (and Soldier Boy), there's an awesome book you can check out, called Supes Ain’t Always Heroes: Inside the Complex Characters and Twisted Psychology of The Boys.

If you want to learn more about the book (including cast interviews and a character study on Soldier Boy), I wrote a review about it here!

Otherwise, on to some more firefighter!Dean!

🔥Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, fluff, tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, lots of feels.

Part 15: “The Good Part”

“How many damn arrests does that make?” Daniel asked. He gripped his pool cue with both hands while he leaned on it.

His son stood at the other end of the pool table, lining up his shot. He paused to think.

“Six,” Nick replied. His cue released, and it knocked two of his balls into the pocket.

“Six,” Daniel repeated, while Nick came his way to find an angle for his next turn.

Daniel shook his head. His lips were angrily pursed. His eyes might’ve been on the pool game, but he was playing chess in his mind. He had underestimated John Winchester’s for far too long, it seemed.

The man was stubborn as all hell. And he’d been busy lately, getting “Azazel’s” men busted for all manners of bullshit.

“Alastair’s mole says Winchester’s been calling in favors from his old friends in Narcotics, trying to bust our small fries,” Nick reported. “Getting them on everything from petty theft to drug possession, with intent to sell. But it’s nothing we can’t pull ‘em out of.”

“Time, money, added risk,” Daniel cited on his fingers all the reasons why John Winchester was a pain in his ass. “It’s only a matter of time before they get a warrant to rip apart Savage & Co., sweep the whole damn building. For forensic evidence, our files, all the jazz.”

Daniel’s fingers drummed thoughtfully against his chin. “A damn cop thinks he’s being cute.”

Nick missed his second turn. His hand fell against his thigh in annoyance, but he looked up.

“Dad, it’s your move.”

Daniel rubbed at his chin. His eyes were no longer seeing the board in front of him. Eventually, they slid up and met his son’s gaze.

“We’re going to start from the beginning,” he said.

Nick’s face gave away his confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

Daniel just smiled.

It was Christmas Day, and John was late. Sam and Dean were used to that drill, so they weren’t expecting him until dinnertime.

Meanwhile, it gave you a chance to find your footing as you got to know Eileen. She had helped you bake the pies that were now cooling on the counter (pumpkin and berry crumble), and a few of the side dishes for dinner. Sam had covered cleaning up the rest of the house, while Dean tackled his favorites: the ham and the mac and cheese.

Now the guys were in the living room watching football while you and Eileen were still in the kitchen, decorating some gingerbread cookies you two had made. She enjoyed it; doing holiday crafts with her students had been bringing out her artistic side, she told you. You were happy for the help and the conversation.

You later tried to cover up your snort of laughter as she finished telling you the story of how Dean once dared Sam to wear women’s underwear for a whole week.

If he managed it, Dean had promised to do all the household chores for three months. If Sam couldn’t make it the whole week, then he would face the consequences: Dean would tell their dad about the bet.

“How old were they?” you asked.

Eileen scoffed. “Sam was a senior in college.”

You burst out laughing again. “So too old, is the answer… Did he win?”

Eileen gave you a mischievous smile.

“He did,” Dean said, as he appeared in the kitchen doorway with a familiar smirk. “I’ve got photographic evidence. It was a cheetah print thong, in case you were wondering.”

Your eyes widened on a laugh. “Oh my God.”

Cheetahlicious, you couldn’t help joking in your mind. Even if you’d rather not think of Sam wearing a pair of Victoria Secret’s best.  

Eileen giggled with you. Dean’s amusement gave way to curiosity as he eyed the little gingerbread men you two were icing. You warned him off with your eyes, but it took Eileen batting his hand when he tried to steal a cookie.

“Hey! Wait ‘til after dinner,” she said.

Dean pouted. “Come on, don’t be stingy.”

Rolling her eyes, Eileen sighed.

“You’re like one of my kids,” she said, while signing with her hands. But she caved and handed him a cookie. “Here. To tide you over.”

Dean smiled and signed back to her in ASL, Thank you.

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” he said. He leaned down to kiss her cheek in a brotherly gesture.

He shot you a wink before taking a bite of his prize. You shook your head at him, even though you were smiling. He came around to your side of the table. His hand rested on your back and he bent down towards your ear.  

“I actually came over for you,” he said. “Got a minute?”

Your brows rose, but you turned to Eileen in askance. “I’ll be right back. Is that okay?”

She nodded and made an “OK” gesture. “Of course.”

You smiled and let Dean lead you out of your chair, and even out of the apartment. He made sure you both grabbed your coats by the front door.

“Where are we going?” you asked. While you put on your coat over your sweater and jeans, you didn’t notice him grabbing two sets of keys.

“Just downstairs. No big deal,” he said, hefting on his own leather jacket.

You eyed him with some suspicion, but you walked with him down to the elevators and let him keep you close to his side. He smelled like the cologne you bought him for Christmas, and he was already wearing the new watch as well.

You’d struggled to find him the right gift. Nothing felt quite enough after everything he’d done for you the last few months. He’d assured you that he was grateful for both gifts, and had even tried to say the watch looked too expensive. (You’d shut him up with a kiss.)

Now, you had to wonder what he was up to as he led you into the parking lot, but not toward Baby. Instead, you two stopped in front of a shiny silver Chevy parked in a guest spot.

“Dean, what’d you do?” you asked, both excited and worried. He shot you a grin and dangled the keys in front of you.

“You like her?” he asked. His eyes were dancing. “You could keep her, if you ask nicely.”

Your face slackened. You looked between him and the sleek looking car.

“What?” You covered your mouth with both hands. Even after a few moments, your brain was still having a hard time computing. “No…what? Oh my God!”

You grabbed onto his jacket, just in case your legs failed you. Dean laughed and gathered you up in his arms. By the time you peeled your eyes away from the silver beauty to look up at your boyfriend, there were tears already swimming in your eyes.

“Dean, this is really too much. Where’d you find—”

“Bobby had it sitting in his garage for years,” he explained. His hand came up to brush your cheek, and the tears there. “I cleaned her up, dropped in a new engine, safe-proofed with new tires, new airbags, the works. Got her purring like a kitten.”

Your eyes grew a little wider with every admission. Then you softened, gripping the edges of his jacket while you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling.

“How much did he sell it to you for?” you asked. Dean dropped his head back with a sigh.

“Don’t you wanna take a test ride before we start hagglin’?”

You lightly smacked his chest. “Hey. How much?”

He let out another heavy sigh, but you eventually got it out of him. While the price wasn’t as bad as you might’ve expected, you still shook your head.

“I still have a decent chunk of insurance money left. I’m giving you at least half,” you said.

Dean shook his head. “This is my gift to you.”

Your lips pursed, despite the smile that wanted to peek through.

“Nice try,” you said wryly. “You already got me perfume.”

“That was just the decoy.” He grinned, and held you a bit tighter against him. He nodded towards the car. “She’s the main event.”

You wanted to sigh, but this conversation wasn’t over. You were definitely not letting him buy you a whole new…old car. You turned to look at it again.

“What model is this?” you asked.

“2002 Camaro Z28,” Dean rattled off. It sounded impressive, but you didn’t know much about cars.

He let go of you so you could get a closer look. Your hand passed over the hood, but didn’t touch, as if you were afraid of staining the paint with your fingerprints. He had to admit, he’d waxed it up good and managed to get rid of a lot of superficial nicks and scratches.

What he said was true though; Bobby had given him a frankly ridiculous deal. Because when Dean had told him what you’d been through after the car accident, dealing with your grandfather’s passing, and now your ever-mounting expenses, Bobby hadn’t let him walk away from Singer Salvage with anything else but this car. He’d even helped Dean get the new parts he needed to fix it up.

“Is it automatic or manual?” you asked, trying to peer through the driver’s window. “I haven’t driven stick in a hell of a long time.”

Dean came up from behind you and his warm hand found your hip. You let him draw you back into his arms, leaning against his chest.

His lips were close to your ear when he said, “I think you’re damn good at driving stick.”

It took you a second, but the heavily laden innuendo in his deep voice was hard to miss. You uttered a laugh and swatted his arm.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said. You were still smiling when you turned and twined your arms around his neck. Then you leaned up for a kiss—one that kept getting deeper with the full force of your gratefulness, and your love for this man.

“It’s an automatic,” he answered, between kisses. You giggled against his lips.

You barely felt the chill on the air. Your heart was beating fast, even when you pulled away from him. Your eyes slowly opened and met his. He smiled down at you and curled an errant strand of hair behind your ear. As usual, you had most of it clipped up.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said. His voice was quiet, but steady.

You let out a shaky breath. Emotion was clogging your throat, making your tears burn anew.

“This is a bit more than a Christmas present,” you said. He gave a more self-deprecating smile.

“Well, it’s also kind of an apology,” he said. “For getting you mixed up in my ‘family business.’”

He still felt guilt beyond belief for putting you in danger. For your life being threatened. For being the reason you couldn’t go home.

You just shook your head. Your hand raised to press against his cheek. Your thumb drew tenderly along his chin.

“I thought you said you were part of my family now?” you said. “We’ll figure this out together, like everything else.”

Dean’s eventual smile lightened you, and his kiss warmed you down to your toes. 

“If you want, let’s go for a ride after dinner,” he said.

It was your turn to smirk. Your hands migrated under his jacket and teased at his belt.

“Well, I’m certainly down for a ride,” you said.

Dean laughed and squeezed your hips. “All right. I’m puttin’ you on my naughty list.”

When John finally arrived, the brothers welcomed him in first with big man hugs and good-natured ribbing for him being so damn late.

In Sam’s words, Upholding a Winchester family tradition.

John had taken that with a chuckle. “Smells damn good in here.”

“Yeah, food’s been done for an hour,” Dean prodded at him again. His grin betrayed his teasing, however. His welcoming hand stayed on his dad’s shoulder until they reached the living room, where Sam had set up a longer fold out table and chairs to function as the makeshift dining room, since the table near the kitchen only seated three.

There you were opening a bottle of Jack Daniels. You smiled up at John.

“Figured you were more of a whiskey than wine kind of guy,” you said. You were a bit nervous to see him again, no doubt with flour in your hair and frosting staining your hands. He clasped your shoulder with a hint of a smile.

“You’d be right. Good to see you, darlin’,” he said.

“You too,” you replied. Despite the fact that the first and last time you two had met, it had been in front of your house as the police rifled through your life, looking for more explosives. He graciously didn’t bring that up as he greeted Eileen next.

Once dinner was on the table, there was a lot of catching up between the brothers and their father while you and Eileen continued talking, even through dessert.

“This really is amazing,” she told you, pointing her fork at her slice of berry crumble. “I can see why you went to culinary school.”

You blushed as Sam, Dean, and even John echoed her praise. All three men had generous slices of both pies. 

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you guys enjoy it,” you said, and your smile was genuine.

You loved making good food, but you loved feeding people even more. Whether it was a simple hearty soup or a rich dessert, you liked putting smiles on their faces and giving them a good experience; one they could share with their family and friends. Even better if it was your family.

Or as Dean would say, Your people. 

To you, that was life.

“I’m tellin’ you, if you opened up a bakery you’d make a killing in this town,” Dean said. He nudged your hand with the one that held his fork; it held a precarious piece of pumpkin pie.

You shot him an amused look.

“Don’t you look at me sideways, I’m serious,” he said, laughing a little, but his gaze was steady.

Your cheeks warmed against your will. He believed in your dream, even when you couldn’t quite let yourself.

“Hey, if you ever want to look into applying for a loan, I could help,” Sam said, earning your attention. “I have a friend who works at a bank.”

Your brows raised. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we were pre-law together back in college, but he figured he was better with numbers.”

You smiled. “Well, it would make it easier knowing I was dealing with your friend.”

“Yeah, his name’s Brady. Let me know if you want me to call him,” he said.

You bit your lip, but you nodded. “Thanks. I’ll let you know.”

Maybe they were right. Maybe you should start to believe in yourself, just a little bit more.

“This was all real delicious,” John said to you, when you came back from bringing the leftovers to the kitchen.

Sam and Dean were already arguing about who was doing the dishes and who was drying them. Meanwhile, Eileen was putting away the food (and probably rolling her eyes).

“Yeah, it was a team effort for sure,” you replied. “Dean’s actually a really good cook.”

John chuckled. “Yeah, well, he didn’t get that from me. I can barely boil a damn egg.”

You smiled to yourself; you could imagine Dean got it from his mother then.

Meanwhile, John was watching you stack the empty plates as he grew more contemplative. He’d always been proud of his sons. They were good men, with strong heads on their shoulders.

He often looked at Sam and saw that he seemed happy. Despite the demands of his job, he was learning to balance that with the life he led with Eileen. As a father, John looked forward to the day when they made a firm foundation, taking the next step towards building a life together.

But Dean had seemed to him, a little unstable. John was still proud of his eldest, but while he’d seen a glimpse of it that day at your house, he saw it even more today. Like his son finally had an anchor, tethering him to dry land.

Even so, he couldn’t help heaving a sigh. And he asked you something he knew he shouldn’t.

“Have you given any more thought to filing a report on Nick Savage?” he asked.

You paused in your plate and cup stacking. You looked up at him with a frown, but you thought about your words before you said something rude.

“Yes, I did,” you replied. “I decided my life and my peace were more important.”

He let out a short sigh. “I understand—”

“I’m sorry, John, but I don’t think you do,” you said. Your words were matter-of-fact, if a tad more sharp than you meant them to be. Your hands were starting to tremble.

You crossed your arms to try and steady yourself, but Dean ended up doing just that, by joining your side and resting a hand at the small of your back. He was frowning, glancing between you and his father.

“Tell me you’re not talking about what I think you are,” Dean said, addressing John in particular. “Not on damn Christmas.”

“Like you said, it’s her decision,” John replied. His gaze once again focused on you.

You let out a breath, mostly of exasperation.

“I’m going to bottom-line it for you. If I report that man, and you can’t guarantee me a job and safety until it’s all over, then I’m not poking the bear,” you said. “I plan to keep my head down until I can find another job. Until then, you can have at him all you want. Just leave me out of it.”

Part of you felt selfish. You knew what John was trying to accomplish, and you knew how personal this fight was for him, and for Sam and Dean for that matter. You just couldn’t shake your gut instincts here. You knew Nick far too well by now, and you didn’t want to underestimate him again.

“I agree,” said Dean. You gave him a grateful look.

John conceded with a nod, but all of you knew he wasn’t satisfied. It became a bitter ending to an otherwise brilliant day after he left for the night.

In your mind, it wasn’t quite over yet though. You had a plan up your sleeve for one Dean Winchester.

Sam and Eileen had their own time together while you and Dean went for a drive in your new car. You’d have to transfer your plate and registration and insurance, so it was technically an “illegal” drive, but it was already late and traffic was scarce.

By the time you pulled back into the parking lot, you were smiling from ear to ear, and Dean was giving you that smug grin that said, Aw yeah, I did good.

You couldn’t even fault him for it, because he did exactly that.

Even when you and Dean were getting ready for bed, it didn’t quite feel real. You were living with your boyfriend of just a few months, you now had a new car, and a crime lord had threatened your life.

You chose to focus on the new car. And on your boyfriend, who sat on the edge of his side of the bed, rubbing his right shoulder through his shirt. You knew it must still be sore, though he likely wouldn’t admit it.

Hence, you were about to enact Phase 1 of your plan…

You hadn’t undressed yet from your jeans and sweater, but you crawled across the bed to come up behind him and drop a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How’s your slugging arm?” you asked.

Dean quirked a smile at you over his shoulder. “Just fine.”

“Dean,” you said. Your tone was gentle, but warning. No downplaying.

You pressed your lips against the side of his head and soothed your hand along his shoulder and down his arm. Still, he was resistant.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he said.

You hummed. “Okay. I guess you don’t need a massage then.”

He paused. His head tilted just so, once again turning to you over his shoulder. You spied the edge of his piqued interest, his grin.

“Well, if you’re offering…”

You withdrew your hand from his arm, but you spoke close to his ear.

“Are you asking?”

He let out a small sigh, despite his lingering smile.

“All right. Will you please give me a lil’ massage?” he asked.

He couldn’t see your triumphant smile, but you happily kissed his cheek.

“I sure can,” you replied. You laid gentle hands on his shoulders, however briefly. “Stay right here. Don’t move, but take off your shirt.”

“All right, Miss Bossy,” he grumbled. You knew he was teasing by the amused look he threw your way.

“I thought you liked that,” you teased back.

You climbed off the bed before he could playfully grab you, and you giggled all the way to the bathroom. There you began Phase 2 of your plan. 

First, you collected a few different bottles from your designated drawer under the sink. Then, you made a quick wardrobe change, after popping back into the bedroom to grab something from your nightstand.

You also connected your phone to the speaker on his nightstand and put some music on a low volume. It was a playlist he’d made and shared with you a while ago, with songs he thought you’d like. The Eagles’ “Take It to the Limit” was definitely on the list.

By the time you returned to Dean, he was indeed shirtless, still in his sweatpants, and checking his watch.  

“I’m here, I’m here,” you said. You climbed across the bed with your small haul—a difficult feat with your hands full, but you managed.

Dean turned to look at the bottles of moisturizer you dropped next to him on the bed. He rose a brow.

“Twilight Woods. Japanese Cherry Blossom. Appletini. Are these my only options?” he asked. His face was half bemused, half reluctant.

You almost burst out laughing. “Which one strikes your fancy?”

He scratched the back of his head. You opened the second bottle first (your personal favorite), so he could smell.

“Not bad actually,” he muttered. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t giggle, but you managed to open the other two for him to get a whiff.

“Eh, the first one I guess,” he said.

Japanese Cherry Blossom. AKA: a classic from Bath & Body Works.

You finally had to laugh. “Just kidding. I’ve got this.”

You held up a jar you’d been hiding behind him. Its logo said: Massage Oil.

“I just wanted to see which girly moisturizer you secretly wanna slather all over yourself,” you said.

Dean shot you a wry look, but only then did he see what you were wearing.

“Oh, hold up,” he uttered.

Your hair was let loose, how you knew he liked, and you’d teased it out a little. You’d had to give away the red lingerie you’d bought, to rid both of you of its lingering memories of your work Christmas party. Instead, you’d found something in a vibrant emerald green: satin and lace.

Dean’s hand reached for your waist, probably to bring you closer. But you playfully slapped his hand.

“Eh-eh! Not yet,” you said to his surprised face. You smiled. “I have a plan for you tonight.”

Slowly, he smirked. His eyes still dipped to take in the rest of you, from your pretty face, to exposed skin and cleavage, to shiny satin that clung to your curves and draped down to mid-thigh. 

“I can see,” he said. His voice was a notch deeper. “Merry Christmas to me.”

Despite your blush and growing smile, you turned him back around by his shoulders.

“Just relax.”

You let your hands drifts up the back of his neck to slide your fingers through his hair. There you began with a slow, gentle massage of his head. You felt him take a deep breath.

You couldn’t see it, but Dean’s eyes had closed at your ministrations. He secretly really liked the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. It made his shoulders loosen; with tension he didn’t know he had releasing from the neck down.

Aside from the rigors of his job, he also had to work out and condition his body to keep up his stamina. He probably didn’t spend as much time as he should on this aspect of things, making sure he wasn’t overtaxing himself.

He appreciated what you were doing though. He knew you cared about him, that you loved him. But he liked like you were also a caring person, who tried to take care of him. Dean hadn’t really had that…from anyone before. Sometimes, it was hard for him to let you.

…Damn, we really got too much in common, he realized.

When you migrated back down his neck, your hands left for a moment to gather up some oil. It was warm against his skin when you started between his shoulders, digging with the heel of your hands.

He groaned deep, surprising even himself.

Behind him, your brows were furrowed. “You’re really knotted up here. When was the last time you had a massage?”

Dean chuckled. “Never.”

You frowned. “Hmm. Okay, we’re definitely doing this more often.”

“No complaints from me,” he said with a grin.

Of course, you gave special attention to his right shoulder. You were gentler there, asking what was tender and what felt good, or too much. By then you had an easier time getting the truth out of Dean. He let you know when the pressure was too much, and you even helped him stretch out that arm until the muscles and joints were warmed up and the pain was gone.

You encouraged him to lie on his stomach in the middle of the bed, so you could start on his back. Your hands glided down planes of muscle and smooth slopes while you straddled his thighs. The only sounds you heard from him were occasional moans and rumbling, pleased sounds. That was also what let you know that he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Okay, turn over,” you said, smiling when he groaned in protest. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”

“What the hell’s the good part then?” he asked. His voice was muffled in the mattress, but when he turned around, flopping onto his back, his eyes once again took in the green satin and seemed to remember what your real intentions were.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. His grin was lazy, now that he was beyond relaxed, but his hands found purchase on your hips. You smiled down at him.

You let the remaining oil on your hands glide up his chest, until you lowered down for a kiss. It was unhurried and sweet.

“I love you, you know?” you said.

Dean swept his fingers through your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear.

He smiled. “I’ve got some idea, yeah.”

You both laughed, soft and true. Your hand rested against his cheek as you pressed your lips to his, soft and slow at first, but soon gaining in both passion and urgency. You felt his grip on your hips tighten, grinding your center against his growing length.

He groaned. No goddamn panties on. Good.

You kissed your way from his lips to his neck. Your teeth grazed his ear while you rolled your hips into his. It was a tease for both of you, but not for long, as Dean grew impatient enough to slide his sweatpants down, followed by his hands slipping under the satin covering your thighs. They traveled further still, squeezing your breasts and rolling hardened nipples under the pads of his thumbs.

Your breath hitched, and your pleased hum was music to his ears. By now you were bracing yourself against the mattress, but you used his shoulders as leverage to raise yourself up.

You took his hands and encouraged them to bunch up the satin and pull it over your head. Dean sat up with you still in his lap, and once his strong arm wrapped around your waist, it was skin to flushed skin.

You held his face and brought him down to you for another fierce kiss. He held you tightly against him, hands played across your back and tangling in your hair. His arms were a cage you never wanted to escape.

But you did press away from him, just for a moment, so you could reach down between your bodies to take a firm hold of his cock. You guided it to your entrance. There was already a small flood between your legs, and your core ached for him.

There was almost no resistance when you slowly sunk your hips down and down, until he was buried deep inside you.

You both made sounds of pleasure, with labored breaths as Dean’s hand cradled your cheek. He laid open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, teeth grazing down your neck.

You clung to his shoulders and began to move, slow in the way you let almost the full length of his cock escape you, before you slid back down. Dean moaned into your skin, and you let out a shuddering sigh.

You pushed at Dean’s chest until he was lying back, and you continued rolling your hips against his. He helped you create a steady rhythm on top of him, but he was being treated to a feast of the eyes as well as the pleasure rocking through his body. He watched the way you swept your hair back. The way your eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration as you bit your lip.

But he couldn’t stay still for long; he knew he was close enough to practically taste his end, but you had some miles to go. He gripped your thigh with one hand while the other glided up between them, to further part your folds. His fingers found your clit, circling insistently like it was a button. It had your hips stuttering.

“Oh, God,” you uttered. “Dean—”

He managed to smirk through panting breaths. “Right there, right baby?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You continued to move as steadily as you could, but the feeling of him deep inside combined with his talented fingers playing you like a five-string guitar—it finally made you tighten on him, shuddering deep inside. Tingles broke across your skin, zipping up your spine as you gasped.

Dean helped you with the last few hard thrusts that brought him along with you, and you felt his warmth spilling inside you.

It wasn’t the first time that had happened, since you were on birth control. But after you slid off his lap and practically rolled into his side, him welcoming you with an arm wrapping around your waist, it did make you think, as you caught your breath.

It made you think about the first time you and Dean slept together. It had been the first and last time you’d asked him to wear a condom. The next morning, he’d made a remark that still hung in the back of your mind…

“You like kids, huh?”

The thought still rattled through your mind now, after you and Dean shared a quick shower, ridding you both of the oil clinging to your skin. The thought remained when you slid into bed, under fresh sheets and thick covers, and close to your man. He cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feeling.

Contrary to what this night had been, the whole “moving in together” thing hadn’t been all that easy. You two had bickered about the way he often left drawers and cabinets open and dirty clothes on the floor.

He had made remarks about your hair products taking up too much space in his drawers. Not to mention how morning routines needed to adjust because Dean liked to shower in the morning, but you needed the mirror not fogged up in order to do your makeup.

Right now, however, you had peace. You felt safe here, and you weren’t alone in a huge house filled with far too many memories.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

Dean’s lips lingered on your forehead. “Hmm?”

“I know this situation is sort of temporary, me living here,” you said. “So much has happened that we haven’t really talked about…what we both want, down the line.”

He pulled back enough from you to see your face. His face betrayed a thread of confusion.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean like…” you hesitated, but you realized you were probably going to have to be direct. “Are you a marriage and kids kind of guy? Is that even something you’ve thought about?”

Dean met your gaze. It took him a moment, but he let out a short sigh.

“You wanna know what made me want to start dating, for real?” he asked.

You blinked; you hadn’t expected that, but you nodded.

“I started thinking about what would happen if something happened to me on the job,” he said. You frowned, but before you could say anything, he raised a placating hand.

“I thought about what I’d leave behind,” said Dean. He quirked a wry smile. “It’s not much, besides my car.”

You frowned in earnest. Your hand flattened against his bare chest.

“That’s not true,” you said. “You have your brother, your father, and your friends. That’s plenty, Dean.”

He conceded that with a nod. “You’re right. But I just started thinking, maybe I want more. Like uh…like what my parents had, when they were happy. The house, each other, me and Sammy…a family.”

You couldn’t be certain in the near total darkness of the room, with only the moonlight filtering through the blinds and casting a glow behind him, but you thought you saw a shine in his eyes. Your hand crept up from beneath the covers to find his cheek. It was rough with stubble, yet you tenderly swept a thumb back and forth.

“I think that’s beautiful,” you replied.

Dean paused. He then huffed in amusement. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, hoping he could see it. 

“Then uh, is that something you’d be into?” he asked. You were amused by his tentative approach. 

“With you?” You pretended to think. Your fingers slipped into his hair. “Yeah, I think I’m into that.”

He chuckled. “Okay, then. Good to know.”

He grasped your wrist and turned his head to press a kiss into your palm.

And he spoke into the dark. “I love you too, you know.”

Your smile deepened as you rested your head against his arm. You whispered into the small space between your faces.

“Yeah, I’ve got some idea.”

AN: 🥹 All righty, how'd you like that fluff overload?

...Ready for some more drama? 😏

Next Time:

But the more you thought about what you’d heard, and Nick’s ominous threat about a cop, you found yourself scrolling lower in your contacts. You called John Winchester.

It rang a few times, and all the while you made silent, fervent prayers. Pick up, damn it! You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

“Winchester,” he answered.

“John, it’s me,” you whispered. “Azazel’s here. Or, he’s not here, here, but I know who he is. Well, I mean kind of—”

“Okay, wait. Slow down,” he said. “What about Azazel? You know who he is?”

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[angrythingstarlight]

Biker bucky at any given time! 😏😏

Bucky absolutely loves your ass. 😌

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

CW: Body worship, implied oral

A/N: Still at work, still writing on my phone. All unbetad

"You see Gorgeous, the ladies—" Bucky squeezes your breasts, jiggling them with his calloused fingers. "—are my mood boosters. If I'm feeling sad, they know how to cheer me up. Instant serotonin."

"Bucky," you laugh as your tall biker ambles around you. "You can't be serious."

"Yes the fuck I am." Bucky pauses, his brows furrowing, a deep wrinkle forming between them. "I love everything last thing about you from eyes to your smile to your soft belly and those goddamn thighs that drive me wild, just seeing you make me happy but getting to touch you—" his head tips back and he moans, the needy sound is enough to make you whimper. "—incredible."

He resumes his slow trek around your body, tracing your waist with his fingertips before stopping behind you. "And this perfect ass is good for my health."

The sharp sound of his palm slapping your ass echoes in the room followed by your shocked hey.

"Sorry," Bucky chuckles, immediately smacking your ass two more times, he applies enough pressure to send a wave of heat across your skin. You hear a rustle and then his teeth sink into your cheek, biting down until you burst into giggles. "Yeah, that's the good stuff right there." He lets out a relieved sigh as he stands up, resting his forearms on your shoulders.

"Glad I could be of service," you reply, your amused breathy tone giving away how much you enjoyed it as you gingerly rub your sore cheek.

"Thank you." He says, his hands landing on your hips, turning you around in one smooth motion,

Bucky knows you like being manhandled and he takes advantage of how weak you get when he does it. He grasps your chin in his fingers and cants your head back, making you look up into the tall biker's brilliant blue eyes.

"But you know who really makes me happy?" He teases, raking his teeth over his bottom lip.

Your thigh clench. Hard. A throbbing pulse flaring to life between them. "Nope," you lie.

His brow arches, silently calling you out, he can feel the heat radiating off of you. He releases your face, claiming your hips in his large hands instead. "You sure?"

"Uh huh," you shakily breathe out, anticipation building in your chest.

Without taking his eyes off of you, he slowly, slowly kneels, until his head is tipped back and he's on his knees before you, gazing up at you with pure adoration. He pulls you into him, and his beard grazes across the tender skin on your belly. His gaze slowly lowers to your panties, taking in the growing wet spot, a smirk tilts his plush lips up. "You want me to show you how happy she makes me?"

"If that's what you want." Even you dont believe your poor attempt at feigning nonchalance.

His smirk grows, two long fingers curl around the side of your panties, twisting them to the side.

"Gorgeous what I'm about to do to you and my pretty girl is going to make us all very, very happy."

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I have a request for Spooky. Please I need a imagine where Oscar and the reader meet each other on tinder. Idk something funny with oscar being all serious and getting straight to the point, maybe a little smut (because we all know spooky would only be in a dating app for one thing😏). I love your writing so much💕💕 thanks for feed us with such a good imagines 🥰

A/N: I did not expect it to be this long and this is long overdue but it's here! I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Swiping Right for Mr. Right

Left. Left. Left. Left. Left.

That was the continuous motion of your finger on this damned dating app they call Tinder. You keep giving dating apps a try and give up after a few days because you realize dating apps aren’t for you. Then you think maybe the 100th time is a charm and, it gets deleted again. It’s a cycle. Create. Delete. Create. Delete.

“Girl, you are too damn picky! Swiping left on everyone like you Beyoncé!” Your best friend Aisha’s voice boomed behind you, scaring you into hiding your phone in your chest. You glared at her.

“How have you been standing behind me?”

“Long enough to see that you’re a picky ass bitch.”

You rolled your eyes in response and continued your swiping as Aisha came around the couch to see next to you.

“I’m just saying. You ain’t getting no dick with that attitude.”

“I don’t want just any dick. Hell, I don’t want just dick. I want a connection. I want someone who I can connect with and eventually fall in love with.” You stated sincerely, and you could see your annoying ass friend holding back a giggle.

“And you on Tinder for that? You might wanna try ChristianMingle for that.”

“Aisha, go the fuck away!” You hissed, hiding your phone. “Matter of fact, get the fuck out of my apartment!”

Before your eyes, Aisha swiftly snatched your phone from you and began looking.

“Aisha!”

“I’m helping you! Sit back!” Her eyes perked up. “Oooh, look at this white boy! He’s cute, and it looks like he super liked you! Girl, he wants you!”

You glanced at your phone and squinted your eyes at her. “Yeah, he wants me. Wants me out of his country! Bitch, his bio says “Trump2020”!”

Aisha looked back at the phone and scrunched up her nose, swiping left. “Mhmm, you just had to ruin it, Dylan.”

“Ooh, I like him!” You pointed at the next guy, but Aisha shook her head in disapproval. “What?”

“The nigga has a dangling earring. He’s sweet, and I’m not talking about his personality.”

You guys kept going until you landed on one guy. He was Mexican, and by the looks of it, he’s a cholo.

Spooky, 24

Looking for the finest hyna.

“What the fuck is a Hyna?” You questioned, brows furrowed.

“Don’t know......but let’s find out.” Aisha quickly swiped right. Boom! It was a match. She turned to you with bewildered eyes. “Oh, shit bitch! That’s you!”

You glared at your friend. “Now, why the fuck did you do that?”

“Mhmm, I guess you wanna unmatch then?”

You grabbed the phone from her. “No. Might as well see it through.” You mumbled as she fell back in cackles.

It didn’t take long for Spooky to hit you up, asking you for your number to text. He was smooth and very flirty. It didn’t take long for him to ask that one question.

“When can I see you?”

“On a date?”

“Yeah, sure. You can come over to my place and, we can chill 😏”

“Ooooh, I’m about to rob this nigga!” You voiced aloud. You were tired of niggas just inviting you over, unprovoked. You got something for that ass. “Spooky” is gonna learn today.

He gave you his address, and when you pulled up, you were surprised to see a group of men chilling in front. They were actually scary-looking. You got nervous. Did he know your plans? Fuck. Just be cool, Y/N.

You got out of your car and strutted up the pathway when a couple of the men blocked your path. No surprise there.

“Hey, Mami. What do you think your fine ass doing here?”

You rolled your eyes in disgust. “I’m here for Spooky.”

And as if he heard his name, The 6’1 Mexican man appeared at the door and gave the men a signal to let you through. You gulped silently and walked up to Spooky. Finer in person but also more intimidating. His whole demeanor was turning you on but scared you at the same time.

“I see you got a lot of friends.” You mentioned, nervously, once he closed the door behind you. He let out the sexiest chuckle you’ve ever heard.

“Ahh, the Santos are not my friends. They’re my brothers.”

Once Spooky said that you felt your blood run cold. Santos? Brothers? Oh no, he’s in a gang. From the looks of things, he’s the fucking leader. Shit, you planned to rob the leader of one of the largest gangs in Southern California.

His deep, smooth voice took you out of your deep, regretful thoughts. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s watch this movie.”

You could just run right now. It’s fine. No one is gonna judge you. Well, you would judge yourself. And Aisha would judge you. And he would. A part of you didn’t want to run though. He did live up to his name. He was spooky, but you liked it. No, bitch. He’s in a gang. You need to RUN.

“FUCKKK! YOU’RE GOING SO DEEP!” You screamed passionately as this man drilled your shit. You don’t know how you ended up like this. You were set on running or still going through with the initial plan and hitting a lick because you know he had a shitload of money stashed somewhere.

But now, you got your legs behind your ears, moaning and putting a hand on Spooky’s stomach to give your break from this deep dicking that was occurring.

“You gotta move your hand, Mami.” Spooky cooed, gently moving your hand away to resume his deep strokes. You let a loud moan. You didn’t know if you were in heaven or hell. Either way, you were loving it. Feeling his penis penetrate your slick walls caused your breathing to stagger. Fuck, he had some good dick. You’re fucked. Literally.

He pulled out, turned you around, bent down, and took a bite of your asscheek. Oh, this is a nasty motherfucker. He landed a harsh slap on that same cheek and entered you again, pounding your shit, and you were taking it. As you should. You even started to throw it back on his dick, causing him to bite his lip and release obscenities.

“Fuck, Mami. After this, you’re mine for sure. You got that?!”

You didn’t know what caused you to say it, but through your moans, you replied:

“Yesssss Daddy. I’m all yours!”

Right after you said it, you came so hard you swear you were seeing stars. The orgasm that washed over you was so powerful, you began to tear up. He followed suit, releasing in the latex condom between you two. You laid on your back on the couch, panting, trying your hardest to catch your breath. He gave you a grin, leaning over to peck your lips.

“You want round 2, or do you want to get cleaned up?”

You couldn’t speak still. You moved to your side and just nodded, hoping Spooky knew you wanted the former. He chuckled in response, getting up from the couch and stretching.

“Imma take that as you want round 2. Anything for my hyna. Imma get some water, and you should be ready when I come back.”

Once he left the living room, you noticed your phone buzzing and went to grab it. There were 3 missed calls and 20 text messages from Aisha. You didn’t even notice during your dickdown. You decided to return your friend’s call, and she picked up on the first ring.

“BITCH I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! WHY THE FUCK YOU AIN’T SHARE YOUR LOCATION LIKE I TOLD YOU?!”

You brought your voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I forgot!”

Aisha sighed deeply. “Well? Did you do it?”

“Oh, I did it alright, and I’m about to do it again.” You purred on the phone, laying back on the couch.

“Your nasty ass fucked him? I’M SCREAMING!” Aisha cackled. “Not you folding for the dick!”

“If you had the dick, you would’ve folded too, shut up!” You retorted back, making sure he wasn’t around. “Plans changed, bitch. The only thing I’m robbing is his heart because he ain’t gonna fuck me like that and fuck other bitches. I’ll kill us both.”

At this point, Aisha was beside herself. Her laughs were screams, and you were sure tears were streaming down her face. “I ain’t mad at you. I would do the same. Go an extra round for me, girl.”

“Imma be going an extra round for my dead grandma, bitch! Bye.” You ended the call, and a minute later, Spooky walked in with a water bottle, handing it to you as he drank from his own. Once you drank some, he laid back, motioning for you to sit on his face.

The rounds you did covered Aisha and multiple generations. Happy Woman’s History Month.

[freedomfireflies]

hi! i know you mostly do harry, but is there any chance you'd do a dylan o'brien imagine? i'll take anything you wanna write 😭 (especially smut 👀)

Smut it is 😏

“Quiet—hey. Quiet. All right? Be my good girl and be fucking quiet.”

His palm, cemented firmly to your lips, tightens as he dips down, forcing your eyes on him and him only.

You do your best, truly. Your back taut to the wall he has you up against, your hands secured by the tie you tore off his neck, and your thighs absolutely soaked and dripping in anticipation.

Still, his resolve prevails, showcasing his profile now as he glances toward the hallway where the voices were first heard.

“Easy,” he murmurs, other hand finding its way back to your leg as he begins to find his way back up. “Yeah? You’ll be good, won’t you?”

Not really a question. An order. One that you’re not quite sure you can agree to given the circumstances.

His compulsive need to have you at the worst possible times is typically one of your favorite things about him but now?

Now you’re gonna fucking kill him.

He’s been teasing you all damn day. In the car on the way to dinner. At the table. With his parents. His fingers underneath the napkin on your lap, pushing your dress higher until you were crossing your legs and sending him a very pointed look.

And even now, keeping you firmly against the small coat closet door as he does his very best to ruin you just with his words alone before he even thinks about fucking you.

Asshole.

You aren’t surprised, truly. How can you be? After all, you can’t really be anything right now except needy and desperate as the hours and hours of anticipation come to a point.

The same point where his fingers now meet. Where they press and smooth. Where they flick and curl. And fuck—he’s way too proud of himself right now.

And for some reason…you love it.

He shifts, cocky grin widening as he nods his chin at you. “Fucking look at you.”

As if encouraged to do just that, you let your head drop, eyes following the movement of his wrist as he feels you out, the sounds like sinful music to your ears, forcing you to exhale deeply against his hand.

You swallow another throaty groan, the gentle but practiced pressure he applies almost too overpowering to think straight. To stand. 

You can feel the way you’re drawn to the high. Yanked. Forced to take every ounce of pleasure as he curses through gritted teeth.

“Shit.” His forehead meets yours, eyes focused on the way you drip for him. The way his fingers look when they disappear inside. When they come out, coated in you. “Fuck, angel—”

His chest is heaving, much like yours, and you whimper against the skin of his hand as he pulls you closer to the edge. 

The pressure of his thumb against your clit is almost unbearable. The precision of rubbing and flicking as if he knows your body better than you do, and honestly, you don’t doubt he does.

You are, however, curious about his sadistic need to drag this out when there clearly isn’t enough time. His parents will be curious to know where you’ve both gone and you’re not sure you’ll be able to look them in the eye when you return.

You attempt to mumble a plea, although it becomes lost in a whine as he begins to smirk.

“I know, angel, I know,” he coos, the dangerous cadence of his voice luring you closer. “S’good, yeah? Shit, feel so fucking good for me—”

His hand begins to slip, falling down to your throat as he squeezes once to reassure you.

“Dyl…please.” Your request comes out broken. Hoarse. Desperate beyond doubt and his eyes lift to yours.

And while you’re sure if it were any other time, he’d devote himself to feeling you come around him at least three separate times, he spares you tonight.

He waits until you’re just about to find your relief. Waits until your legs are shaking and you’re beginning to slide down the closet door.

His fingers find your lips. Coated and dripping as he stares, mesmerized. As he watches you extend your tongue until you can taste what he’s offering. Thumb swiping across the bottom lip in pure astonishment as he watches you suck him into his mouth.

After a moment, he’s quick to replace his hand with his tongue. Kissing you hard as your eyes flutter shut in bliss. As he groans into you with fervor. As he murmurs, “Fuck, taste so fucking good, angel—”

He’s gone before you realize it. Crouching down as he forces your thighs further apart. Until he can lick a stripe up your inner thigh and collect you on his taste buds. 

You steel yourself. Body pressed tight to the door as he teases you just a bit further. As he flattens his tongue along each sensitive nerve until you’re gasping and attempting to twist away.

You feel the fucker smirk between your legs. Can see him do it. See him look so damn pleased with himself as he finally stands and pulls his zipper down.

Finally.

You imagine you’d likely drool if afforded the chance, but he’s bringing himself closer just as your body is beginning to ache for the feel before you can.

“Easy,” he instructs, his tone rather gentle despite the forceful feel of his fingertips along your leg as he hikes it up around his hip. “You all right?”

You nod quickly, watching with wonder. “Yeah, m’fine. Just…hurry—”

“I know. I know, angel—”

For a moment, you feel weightless. That first stretch. The first sensation as he buries himself so deep, your eyes roll back and your jaw drops. 

Again, his forehead presses tight to yours. Another attempt at encouragement as you scratch at your palm, still tight behind your back.

“Shit—” He stills, finger rubbing comforting patterns into your cheek as he tugs your head higher. “You okay?”

Another nod, unable to speak until he moves. Until you feel.

He’s quick to accommodate. Bruises finding a place in your skin as he finally lets himself have you. As he finally pulls back just to drive himself forward once more until you clench. Until you gasp his name in ecstasy.

“Yeah?” Another sharp thrust before he stills, just to prolong the feeling. “Shit—so fucking tight, angel. Fucking missed this—”

“Dyl—”

“Easy.” His teeth scrape together as he attempts to restrain himself, although you watch him fail miserably as the veins in his neck strain against his skin. “Be my good girl, yeah? Take me like the fucking angel you are—”

His rhythm becomes unforgiving and determined. The sounds filling the small space as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. So overcome with the feel of you that you wish more than anything you could run your fingers through his hair.

“Please.” The whimper is small, nearly lost between his grunts, but he hears it nonetheless. His fingertips finding your clit to pinch a bawdy whine from your lips as you attempt to squirm away. 

“Uh uh,” he tuts, tugging you back down with his other hand. “That’s not being good, is it? Be fucking quiet and take it.”

And you do your best. Do your best to take each second of salacious desire that builds deep in your stomach as he completely consumes your senses in more ways than one. As you practically give yourself to him.

And you can’t resist watching him. Watching that face you’ve grown to love. So beautiful and familiar. The curve of his nose. The little moles scattered around his face. The sweat along his hairline that you’re still desperate to touch. Pink, swollen lips.

You could stay here forever with him. Feeling him inside you. Filling you. Ushering you closer with each decadent praise. 

He’s close. And you realize then that you’ve never wanted to have him come inside you more than right now. To have him. To drip with him. To be fully claimed by him. And you just…you need.

“Fuck.” His teeth tug at your skin, tracing his name with his tongue as his thrusts begin to falter. “Shit, angel. You gonna come with me? Please…please, baby, please—”

“Yes,” you murmur quietly, muscles burning as you’re forced to take everything he’s giving you. “Need to feel you so bad—”

He groans. Loud and with vehemence as his palm slams into the door beside your head. His eyes squeeze shut as his other hold continues to tug you down onto his cock.

And you’re both so close. So close to what you really want, and you’ll die if you don’t feel him soon. It’s so perfect. So complete and you’ve never—

A knock. A knock on the door behind you.

You both still, expression horrified and confused as you hear the familiar sound of Dylan’s name being called.

Your eyes meet and there’s really only one thing either of you can say.

“Shit.”

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[mattmurdocksscars]

can you do 34 and 38 with Billy Russo 😏😍

can't wait to read it :)

I can! Hope you like this! Sorry it took so long! It’s been a rough week 😅

I tried to keep Reader as gender neutral as possible but don’t know how well I did, sorry!

Warnings: lead up to smut, mentions of sex

Being Billy's secretary was an exercise in self control. The man was gorgeous and funny and kind but he was also domineering and strong and wickedly intelligent. He was a leopard in human form, all lithe strength. 

He was also a known womanizer and your boss.

That relationship was definitely a no-no. It didn’t mean you didn’t think about it. It also definitely didn’t mean Billy didn’t flirt. Fuck, did that man flirt. He’d made it very clear that the door was open if you were ever interested.

You, however, were very uninterested in losing your job and becoming just another notch in his belt. Your pride wouldn’t let you fall to this man’s charms and become just another conquest. 

You, of course, had no real way of knowing that Billy hadn’t taken anyone home since setting his sights on you. There was something different about you, something that made him want only you. Maybe it was your fire, the way you challenged him. Or maybe it was the way you always knew what he needed after a long day. You were smart and capable and beautiful and fuck Billy just wanted his head between your thighs until the only thing you knew was his name. 

He’d thought he had made it more than clear that you were what he wanted but you were either immune to his charms or there was something else holding you back. Billy had to know. So he waited until the end of the day on Friday to call you into his office. At least if you completely shut him down, he’d have the weekend to wallow.

You stepped into his office, smoothing your hands over your outfit.

“Yes, sir?”

“Close the door, please, darling.” Your brows raised but you did as he asked, closing the door softly.

“Am I in trouble, sir?” You asked nervously. Realizing what this probably looked like to you, he chuckled softly and was quick to reassure you.

“No, no trouble at all.” He stepped around his desk and leaned against the front of it. “I just need to speak with you without prying ears.”

He was pleased to see you relax some. Billy often dealt with sensitive information so it wasn’t too unusual for his office door to be closed and he was counting on it being late enough in the day that the two of you would remain undisturbed.

“Oh, good. Someone has to be here to keep you in line, after all.” You teased and Billy laughed.

“I have no idea what you could mean, darling.” He grinned at your laugh and you playfully rolled your eyes, at ease now that it was just the two of you.

“I’m sure you don’t. Now, what did you need to speak with me about?” Billy sighed and stood, walking towards you. He stopped just short of you, making sure he was close enough that you could feel the heat of him. He was pleased to see the way your eyes dilated and you licked your lips.

“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.” He started. Your brows immediately raised, shock coloring your features.

“What-”

“Let me speak, darling. Please.” You hesitated before nodding slowly. “Thank you. Now, I know I’m your boss so I want you to know that you’re absolutely allowed to tell me no and everything will stay just the way it is currently. But I want you to hear me out first, please. Will you do that, darling?” 

You licked your lips again then bit your bottom one, thinking it over. You knew Billy was telling the truth. So you took a deep breath and nodded. God, you were weak for this man.

“Yeah, Billy. I’ll hear you out.”

“Thank you. As I said, I no longer want to remain professional with you and I feel like you deserve to know. I want more, baby. I want all of you. I want to take you out and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I want to know how those perfect lips of yours feel against mine. I want to hear you say my name for more than just work-related reasons.” Billy takes a small step closer, well and truly in your space now, and revels in the small gasp you make. “I want to bring you pleasure. I want to bury my head between your legs for hours until you can’t take it anymore. I want to know what it sounds like when I make you cum. What do you say, baby? You wanna let me do that?”

“I say... I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now.” You whisper.

Billy grins.

Right where he wants you.

[softhourswithru]

Eyes

Mob! Dark! Druig X Reader

Summary: After a messy one night stand, a familiar face pops up again in your life.

A/N: So druig yh? 😏 i see yall. This my frist time writing for this mf so i hope you guys like it! Also this one shot has no spoilers or wtvr to the movie. So pls enjoy.

ONE / TWO /

ALSO PLS THIS HAS VIOLENCE SO IF UR SENSITIVE TO THAT PLS DONT READ.

Masterlist <3

Fun. A very diverse word. You loved to have fun, even if it was something out of your comfort zone you will still try to push yourself, even if it was little.

Yet this.

This was different.

You sat on the bed naked and confused looking the man next to you, too many things was rushing in your mind. Did you use a condom? who is this man? where are you? this why your stupid ass don't get drunk. Even though you could sit here for days and look at the fine man sleeping next to you, you felt something off and you didn't want to risk it. You put all your clothes back on and took your belongings. Or so you thought.

You quickly dashed out of the fancy looking apartment and got an uber straight home. Not giving a second look back of where you are, or who it was calling after you.

The ride back home, was worse the thoughts danced in your head. What if I'm pregnant? you face palmed. At least ill have a good looking baby. You couldn't remember much from last night but he stuck with you. His eyes. Lips. The way he spoke. Damn.

You got out the cab and went in your place, dropping everything in your room and going straight to shower.

A couple of weeks later..

You and your bsf sat on the bench eating your lunch.

"You sureeee you pregnant?" you gave her a dead look.

"I can always throw you down the stairs" you playfully slapped her on her shoulder.

"Yes I'm definitely sure I'm not pregnant. I'm just a moody bitch. Plus this lunch needs an extra hour. I'm not ready to go back to work and see our boss ugly face." Your bsf laughed.

"That I can agree with you." your bsf smile dropped and kept looking at you then behind you. You looked at her confused and looked back.

oh its him. you looked back calmly then realised. OH SHIT ITS HIM. You looked back with wide eyes He smirked at you and start walking towards your direction. You put your food away and stood up.

"Nice to see you again" his voice was smooth.

"Yeah it is, sorry for leaving you in the morning i had a few things to deal with."

"Yeah you should be sorry." Huh? his comment took you by surprise.

"Now lets go sweetheart we got a doctors appointment." He took hold of your arm and start to drag you along to his car. You tried to pull your hand away but he was too strong.

"Hey let me go, what the fuck." But by that time you he had already pushed you into the back car seat. You looked back at your bsf seeing her being towered by a couple of bodyguards.

"Don't worry your littler friend will be fine." You started banging on the windows and trying to open the door.

"whatever you are doing. It wont do shit." He took hold of your hand and face and made you look at him.

"Stop fucking messing about and be a good girl. We have an appointment to get to." You tried to moved.

"Who the fuck are you? You don't own me or some shit. You barely know who the fuck i am? You don't throw a random stranger in your car." You shouted back.

Next thing you know your facing down with a burning cheek.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." Tears started to form and you sat back up and moved yourself close to the car door not wanting to be near him and just faced the window.

His gaze stuck on you for a while, the smirk on his face giving you shivers.

The car ride was quiet to the hospital. You two didn't say anything till you met the doctor.

They was telling you who they was going to prepare you for the scan and accidently called you by a familiar surname. It wasn't yours. But his.

Where have I heard that surname from.

During the scan you kept looking down. Trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Seems like you two are having a baby!" Your head shot up and looked the scan. Still confused at how this doctor can see a baby. And looked back at Druig. His face was stoic. Nice.

The doctor left you both alone in the room.

"I'm not keeping it. We barely know each other. Its a night stand. Just forget about me" Druig started laughing.

"Imagine." You looked at him.

"Your cute but your also stupid. You left your ID back at mine, so I used to that to my advantage."

"That slap also didn't teach you very much. This isn't a yes or no situation babe. From now on you are under me, as the mother of my child you are going to stick by me. If you are a good girl then I might be easy on you. But from what its looking like right now... I don't think so babe." He dropped the scans on your lap

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Its going to be fun knowing you y/n." He opened the door.

"and don't be an idiot trying to escape I have eyes everywhere."

He winked at you and left.

You looked back down at the scans.

Shit.

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A/N: CAN YOU BELIEVE I HAD TO EDIT THIS THREE TIMES CAUSE IT WOULDNT SAVE FFS YK.

Anyways if you guys liked this! please comment on what you would like to see me write next i’ll be making more. Not just for Druig but for other characters

like don’t get me wrong Ikaris sexy but when i saw Druig..

[thatblondeperson]

What are some of your more... rated R TimSteph headcanons?

Answering this one because I don't have to fig fof issue numbers for this. (Except oops I did cuz I'm not fucking around today I guess.)

I don't have like...a ton of headcanons here, but I do have some.

For starters, while I'm very ace, I don't believe either Tim or Steph are ace. I could make a case for Steph being demi!ace, but eh. It's not a priority headcanon for me.

But hey hey, that's not what we came here for.

I feel like, and I could ramble about this forever, that their first time would be something very special. While others have written fics where Tim isn't a virgin when this occurs, imma keep him as such to put them on equal ground. (I am aware that Steph is not a virgin, but I refuse to believe Dean was a smooth ride. She deserves better. )

Tim did have that one instance where Ari wanted to cross that threshold with him, (and they were 14!!! Yeesh!!!) and Tim turned her down. Nor because he didn't want to, just not yet. It's suggested that Tim at this point is a wait till marriage guy, and throughout Robin he's consistently not pushy or really focused on that kind of physical connection. He likes smoochies, but he's tame otherwise. Fast forwarding to RR, his hormones have caught up with him a bit, but while he's thinking about things more, he's not acting on them.

Tim is not a one night stand guy imo. Tim wants emotional connection, he wants trust, and this is mirrored by Steph who has a whole different experience with this matter.

Stephanie has suffered several counts of sexual assault. As a child there was Jim Murray who was a threat to her, who fully intended to violate her when she was eleven. (Robin #111)

There was Dean who was definitely not a teenager who she was with way too young, and he only came back around after she'd given up her kid to what? Keep fooling around? Gross. (Robin #80)

And then there's the heavy HEAVY implication that Black Mask sexually assaulted her as a part of her torture in War Games. (Robin #130)

Super disturbing comments to make towards a 16yo.

WHOA! WE'RE GETTING DARK!!

Yes we are, but it's crucial to the convo about sex.

Stephanie also desperately needs trust. She needs care and gentleness she needs patience and understanding. Tim already being slow to the finish line himself, I think he's a perfect match in this scenario, and her natural empathy is also a good match for him.

Are we getting into vulnerability again? Fuck yeah we are.

Shedding masks and layers is a symbol of their growth as a couple. Whether literal or metaphorical, these two took their sweet time opening up 100% to one another. That last layer shed would be an emotional explosion for them. There's not a single barrier after that, that's about as intimately as they can know each other. I think in a way, even by RR, Tim is already kinda there. If they stuck around each other a bit more, worked up a better repertoire, if something had started between them and Steph suggested it? I don't think there would be much pushback from him. But Steph needs more reassurance. She's down for trust, but it's more than that. She wants reliability, stability, she wants love. I think when that shoe drops, it'll be an easy decision for her.

There's the idea that Tim being the boy virgin would be bumpy and uncoordinated, but let me plant a dif idea in your head. Tim is an overachiever, he's a planner, he's meticulous and hyper focused, he's diligent. Watch him try to work overtime to get it right. Even if he finished fast due to emotional overstimulation of experiencing the that kind of uninhibited love and affection and giving all of yourself to one person, I want someone to tell me that he wouldn't still try to make it better for Steph. He's a good guy, he cares for the people he loves, let him show it. Let him also ask WAY too many times if what he's doing is okay. He has to be sure.

And for sure, Timmy's a giver. 😏😏😏

I do think, as do many, that they're pretty vanilla. I don't think they're hopping onto any crazy kinks. Look me dead in the eye and tell me either of them likes being tied up after looking at the panel of Steph above, and the fact that in RR issue #24, Tim was also tied up and nearly r*ped.

(And I haven't even talked about Tim being sexually assaulted by Rose Wilson but I'm sure that puts a damper on certain types of kinky shit)

I know there's a heavy fandom focus on pegging for TimSteph, and while I'm not going to discredit it, I think a lot of fans use it to hyperfeminize Tim or use it as an excuse to push the hypersexual Steph headcanon that I despise. I don't think either of them is truly trying to dominate the other. I think they are taking turns taking care of each other. They switch it up.

As far as how kinky it gets, I'm firm on Tim being a biter. I think there's the occasional bout of "can't keep hands off each other" neediness, but not so much that it would happen in public. (ie: they're not ducking into a bathroom at a restaurant any time soon, or parking the Redbird somewhere to have a go. Well...maybe. I do think they're not as frequent as a TV drama, but there's a sort of unspoken cue that they have where they just know what they need. Maybe it's not a full go, maybe it's just a bit of intimates touches and lip/bite marks in extra places, but it's just a re-centering for them. Shower sex? Sure. Wash away troubles and engage in a bit of dopamine heavy fun times. This also works for bubble baths.

I think for them sex isn't so much a "I need this feeling" it's an "I need to feel you" type of dealio.

Sex is connection. It's a warmth that melts them together. And yes, Tim has absolutely cried during it a handful of times, as well as blurting out some very awkward sweet nothings in the moment because he's a bit overwhelmed and he becomes unfiltered. Dirty talk? Nah. Mildly incoherent comments about how incredible Steph is and how he wants to be with her forever? Yah.

Just let them get lost in the physical love that neither of them have received or experienced before. LET THEM.

THANK YOU ANON!!!!!!!!!!!

I loved this one, I hope you weren't looking for something dirtier cuz instead we went into angst territory! Pro tip: it will always be angst territory with me. 💜❤

[reincarnated70sbaby]

nail polish

jimmy page x reader

word count: 889! - ¡short for once!

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warnings : fluff! slight insinuation at the end, you can decide what for 😏

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Setting the box of nail polishes down on the couch, you placed a smooth navy cushion over your crossed legs. Jimmy was strumming his guitar across the room in the armchair, mind completely elsewhere.

Humming a tune you heard on the radio, you began to paint your nails a deep red colour. It complimented your skin tone nicely, and you wanted to have a manicure as it had been awhile since you did one.

Gliding the gorgeous rouge coloured polish onto your long nails, unbeknownst to you, Jimmy had heard your soft humming and paused, lifting his head up to where you were perched.

He saw you peacefully painting your nails, engrossed in getting them all perfect. He found it attractive, to see you so concentrated in a simple task. That had been happening to him a lot recently, falling even deeper into love that he thiught possible. Your long tresses was beginning to fall in front of you face, leaving a curtain of hair hiding your face.

Placing his Gibson on the guitar stand beside the armchair, he raised up from the chair and stood over you.

“What’tya doing?”

“Sleeping, why?”

“Haha funny” Jimmy said with a sarcastic smirk. You two were nearly always sarcastic with eachother.

Jimmy sat beside you and began inspecting your box of nails polishes, which you had began collecting for years. Most of them were probably sticky anyway.

You finished up your first hand, doing it with your dominant hand.

“Hey do you think you could help me with my other hand, I normally get the polish all over my fingers and I don’t have any remover left”

“Uh, yeah, ok I’ll try” Jimmy replied, not really sure how to do it. Sure, he could play a guitar solo for 30 minutes, and was one of the most talented musicians of his era, but painting nails was a completely different gig.

“It’s really easy, just one stripe in the centre, then curve it around the edge and one stripe for each side, then repeat with the other side of the nail”

Jimmy looked at you as if you had just spoken gibberish. Seeing your hopeful grin spreading across his face, he decided to try his best. His favourite hobby to do, apart from being with you, was his job, and so, not being a virtuoso at a new task was a bit foreign to him.

“Ok yeah, lemme just try I guess”

He began with your middle finger, oddly enough. He stroked a stripe of red in the centre of your nail, brows furrowing when he accidentally went to far and painted the top of your fingertip. Determined to do better, he took it slower this time, curling the dark gel around the edge of your nail, just about missing the cuticle.

Finishing the hand, he was thoroughly impressed with his work. It was similar to painting, but was a lot more small scale, and it dried a lot quicker than paint on a canvas. Stretching your hand out on front of you, you were very surprised at how uniform they all were. Sure, there were a couple bits and blobs here and there, but they would fall off eventually.

“Woah jimjam, you gotta a nail polishing talent on you. Maybe you should start up a salon” you commented with a grin.

“Hmmm, yeah maybe if the world famous guitarist and successful band thing doesn’t work out, certainly. You could be my assistant maybe, I’m not too sure yet” he commented, returning your grin.

“Oh get off it” you scoffed. Noting him staring at tou nails, you decided to offer him a manicure too. His nails were getting a little bit long as well too.

“How about i give you a manicure Hmm? I think some black polish will look good on these fingers? They also need a bit of a trim huh?”

“Yeah sure, I don’t see why not” Jimmy replied, thanking whatever deities that you offered. He did, in fact want a manicure, but didn’t know how to ask. It’s as if you read his mind.

After trimming his left hand nails with scissors, you were about to do the same to his right hand, but decided to keep them long for laughs.

Finishing up his nails, you instructed him to keep still and wave his hands through the air to dry them. It was a quite amusing sight to see him handle not begging able to use his fingers for 5 minutes - something he obviously hadn’t dont before.

Seeing his nails painted black sparked something in you. You of course, always had a thing for his stroking hands, especially playing guitar, but seeing them painted in a slick noir colour was something else. You simply couldn’t take you eyes off of him.

Looking up from strumming his acoustic guitar, he saw you staring at his hands. He wondered if you found his painted nails attractive. If so, he would be sure to paint them more often to surprise you.

“What are you staring at love?”

“Oh uh, just your fingers, they look cool while you play the guitar” you snapped you eyes away from his fingers, not realising you had been staring so long.

“Why dont you come over here and we can put them to good use Hmm?”

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thought of this while painting my nails today 😏

also, tried a new perspective in this one, do we like? I kinda prefer writing 3rd instead of first, i think it makes the story a lot less one sided (duh)

chapter 2 of starcrossed will be up tomorrow !!!

make sure to leave any one shots ideas in my asks of comment them down below !!

tag list : @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @princesspagey

[lightlycareless]

hiiiii 😋 thank you for the long update ,, spoiling us omg . It was so good too

Knowing that the twins went through all that trouble and risked getting yelled at just to see yn is so ??? I love them I really do 💓 my babies . Also I love that Junko is a slowly (very slowly) coming around. I feel like if circumstances were different,, her and yn would be very close friends . :(

BUT NAOAKI?!? When he started saying that stuff it caught me so off guard like bae this isn’t you stop :( but I love that he also has moments where he makes mistakes. He’s not the “perfect guy” ,,, i think it shows how not all relationships/friendship are 100% going to be smooth but that fact that he went and apologized to her shows that he’s a HEALTHY communicator and I love that about him.

And YN?!? did she say that out loud ??? Of her wishing she’d marry him instead?? 💓 omggggg my girl is slowly falling inlove with her in law but I honestly cannot blame her that man is charming 😮‍💨 If she had to be forced to marry anyone in the zenin clan that she would’ve rather it be him over anyone else, I feel for my girl Fr .

I can’t wait for Naoyas comeback 😮‍💨💓 (is it bad that I’m looking forward to see how yn and his relationship goes …lol I kind of miss him … maybe idk he’s a conflicting guy ) but thank you so much ,,, the story is so good 🙏💟 take care bb

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Heya 👾 anon!!! Thank you for reading the update! It's always good to see your feedback 🥰❤❤❤❤

I wanted to portray the twins in a different light than just being afraid of everything, you know? And considering that Gege called Mai a natural-born troublemaker, well, I just ran with it! (obviously Maki would tag along hehe)

And yes! I'd like to think that Junko and Y/N would've become closer, friends even. And if Y/N had children, it would be like those mom-friendships idk how to say it but they would exchange tips and whatnot (aww :( if only) All I can say is, I'm not done with Junko :)

NOW NAOAKI, I knew that would've been a risk lol considering how he was acting before; but it all boiled down to how we sometimes say like weird stuff when we feel comfortable—and some people will not vibe with it, you know? Also, I had to get Naoaki out of that pedestal like DAMN he can't be good at everything, you know? hahahah. Anyways, he really didn't mean to hurt her, he was just offering what he thought a possible solution, considering that he knows Y/N to be kind and concerned about the others, and wanting to do what's right for them... yeah.

Thankfully, all is good now :) in fact, it's even better lol.

But moving on... No, I didn't mean to imply Y/N to have said that out loud (although you can interpret it like that 😏)—I wanted it to be like everything is suddenly falling into place in her mind; but she's too shy to admit it out loud, or perhaps even afraid. She just thought something like that for the first time, so she wouldn't go ahead and tell him (considering that I've portrayed that she likes to daydream here and there lol) at least until she's 100% sure. Besides, Naoaki kind of caught her off guard with the way she responded to him basically saying "YOU CAN KISS ME IF YOU WANT" so Y/N is not sure if he likes her, yet.

I can't wait for Naoya's comeback either—I can say tho, what I have planned for the next chapters is what I've been DYING to write. So I hope you like it!!

I'm glad you liked the long chapter :3 I hope it wasn't too much to read. Thank you so much for your support, and I hope to see you next update, take care and have a wonderful week!!! 🥺❤

[misspearly1]

Holy shit! I was right? 😲 Honestly, my first thought was Agent Whiskey 🤣, but it just didn't feel right so Javier was my second guess haha.

Ok, onto my feedback for this lovely story. I'm writing this up as I read, so it's going to be a long one my love. Sorry in advance for that. 🥰

Fantastic start with Javier. I love how he's seeking comfort and release through her, but smart enough to keep his emotional feelings out of it for both his safety and hers. That's reasonable, and I would expect Javier - in his dangerous line of work - to not let her get too close for unwanted eyes to see and possibly use against him. Very smart of him (you😊). The way they greet each other is just so sweet as well. Sweet and sexy. Their greeting makes me feel the emotions they're feeling for each other. It's subtle, but strong, and I like that.

Oh, but then here comes Comandante Veracruz!! The way you introduced him made my stomach flutter. Veracruz saying “Hola, Agente Peña,” before standing up to look at him, challenging him?! Ah, I love it. Everything about this interaction so far is making my smile grow bigger and bigger. I like how they're both there for her. 😏

Ooooof! Jey?? 😲 "You stay the fuck away from her." I can feel the emphasises you're adding onto the word fuck. I can see Javier in my mind, the scowl, the clenched jaw, the intensity in his eyes and the conviction in his words!!! I'm sorry, getting a lil excited lmao. There's something about two guys fighting over a lady in this way that is just so hot to me. 🤤Yes, yes, and yes! This is why I like it so much because when she stood in between them both, she's feeling that proximity of Veracruz and Javier. Just a little sample of what it feels like to have them both pressed up against her. 😏

Oh man. The conversation she's having with Javier after this point is so sweet! The tenderness in his voice, just like you wrote, I can feel it and it's so nice. Making me melt like butter. 🥺 Then Veracruz steps in, not ruining the moment at all or in the slightest, but instead, making the situation better with his kisses that just sparks the best idea!

Jey, as a reader, we know what's going to happen because of the warnings and the pairings up top, but it's the delivery that counts and you, my love, have set this up and delivered us a sexy threesome in such a good way. The writing, the tension, the build-up, everything up to this point is just spot on. We know what's going to happen, but it still feels so exciting because of the way you've wrote it. I love it!

I really like Veracruz. I like the way you're writing him. (I do believe this is my first time reading for him too). "Since I was here first, I'm going to fuck her first." Ohhhh, I love it. *Ahem* somethings definetly purring *Ahem*. Yeah, I am really liking Veracruz. I like the cockiness in his personality, I like how he recognises Javier is enjoying this experience and calls him out on it.

Jey what are you doing to me??? 😭 I feel so naughty lmao, and I love it! It's Veracruz again, the way you're writing him. This whole paragraph right here -> “But even more delicious,” Veracruz groaned as he stroked his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, “Is when you enter her for the first time…” 😈😈😈

(I'll try keep my feedback lighter. Leaving an essay here haha, sorry for that).

YES. 🙏 As expected, the sex is just incredible. Javier and Veracruz fucking her just matches the tension and feral energy in the room. Their climax was hot and sexy, then the switch to Javier was so smooth and beautiful. I love how you wrote Veracruz watching them, then trying to tell Javier what to do. The tension between them both is still there, but they're more focused on her and I love that.

Also, when Javier wiped away the evidence of Veracruz's release? Oohh my god. So fucking good! 👏👏 And this too!! “So good for me,” Veracruz mocked Javier, and his eyes darted up to make sure he knew it. I love how they're going back and forth with each other in the middle of having sex, but not letting it interfere with showing her a good time.

The last conversation between Javier and Veracruz was everything. It gives me hope that they could find common ground because of her. But I don't know if I'm naive to think that. Again, I've never read anything for Veracruz before. I mean, the guy grabbed the pack of cigarettes for Javier, that's gotta be something. A start maybe. Or maybe nothing at all. Either way, this story was fabulous. And I really, really like how you stared it off with Javier, then ended it with Javier. He's so sweet, gentle and passionate here with her.

Jey, I'm sorry for how long this feedback was, but I want to thank you for tagging me. I really enjoyed the read. Every moment, from the beginning to the end, I enjoyed everything. Your writing is something else, my love. It's so fucking good and it's a level that I aspire to be someday.

Thank you! ❤️🥰

The Favorite

Javier Peña x fem!reader x Comandante Veracruz

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), sex worker reader (we respect sex workers here!), mutual pining, oral (m receiving x2), hinted bisexuality, multiple orgasms, overstim, rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex, protective!Javier, cheeky Veracruz, no use of y/n (I think I got everything, please let me know if I missed something!)

Notes: I am SO EXCITED to share this one with y'all cause this was a blast to write!!! So I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!! And a big thank you to @bendro-pascarnes for giving me ideas and encouragement for this fic!!! Enjoy!!! Reblogs and follows are very much appreciated!!

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Javier Peña was exhausted. Physically, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent night’s sleep. Mentally, he was frustrated that a certain arms dealer he had been after for months slipped past his grip once again. Emotionally, he needed a release. 

And that was what led him to your door time and time again. 

Javier sighed to himself as he stared at the familiar doorway and knocked three times. He knew every little crack in the plain door to your apartment, and he could tell you were on the other side by the familiar rustling and step pattern. You were a comfort to Javier, and there was something about you that drew him back over and over again.

He kept that to himself, though. It was just sex, just a release. He didn’t want to complicate things by bringing emotions and feelings into your relationship. And he certainly never wanted to put you in any danger by getting more involved with you. What if the wrong person found out who you were and tried to use you against him? Javier couldn’t live with himself if you were ever hurt and it was his fault.

All his thoughts were pushed out though when you finally opened the door and Javier looked deep into your eyes. 

“Hey querida,” he breathed as he immediately cupped your face and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Javi…” you moaned as you welcomed the warmth and comfort his large hands brought you. You reached out and gripped onto his jacket as he gently guided you inside.

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