#༊*·˚ a wish upon a goddess
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ship your mutuals with a character🙆♀️
i actually have so many moots that i cannot keep up tbfh these r the ppl i can think of at the top of my head 😭
@saeist x sae
@uravichii x shinso
@rintosei x nagi
@rinniezz x kaiser/sae
@okkotsuus x shidou
@gojoest x gojo
@itoshyui x sae
@adorlings x kafka
@tim-shii x chigiri
@fuyuluvr x rin
@seimirii x megumi
@aoshei x dan heng
@kakujis x oliver/kunigami
@ilovesillycats x Bachira
@mymegumi x megumi
#༊*·˚ koca has heard your wish#༊*·˚ a wish upon a goddess#༊*·˚ chime in the wind#bro my brain is sooooo small i forgot some bc im out rn and having an anyresum
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upcoming thai ql prayer circle 🤝🤝🤝
#ql#thai bl#thai gl#upcoming bl#to watch#mine#the next prince#lover merman#the loyal pin#spare me your mercy#wish you luck#wish me luck#the last case#petrichor#jack and joker#the heart killers#goddess bless you from death#khemjira the series#happy ending#wuju bakery#i'm the most beautiful count#mom ped sawan#your dear daddy#century of love#my golden blood#pluto#the ex morning#thame po#love upon a time#battle of the writers
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and i’d give it to him
now THIS is how he made bank
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Trapped buck and chris is so close to being done i literally just have to do the hospital confrontation. But also i have to remember how to play dungeons and dragons by 6 pm tomorrow because i got sort of accidentally hired to run a game at a local comic book store so uh
#like its dungeons and dragons i just need to write down some stats it’ll be fine#i know how to play games im going to make them rob a train#who doesnt like to rob a train#wish me luck#funny because a luck based goddess demon thing is going to be the antagonist#may the lady smile upon me
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She is (not) fine.
So am I, Hades, so am I.
Especially for someone like Demeter
#lore olympus#lo persephone#lo hades#im not surprised that Persephone is more focused on her mother's responses rather then the lore that they've stumbled upon#her entire life had revolved around her mother's opinion and wishes but never her own#while im sure she wants to keep figuring out more about the powers she wields as a fertility goddess#Persephone is now having to met up with her mom after the disastrous talk they had in the Underworld#so yeah#Persephone is going through alot right now
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Wish upon a star ⭐️
#art#drawing#illustration#sketch#artists on tumblr#2d artwork#ipadpainting#ipad pro#procreate painting#moon goddess#goddess of the moon#wish upon a star#stars#sadnees
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I’m trying to draw more OCs… but somehow still end up drawing fanart for One Piece 😂
More fanart for the We Set Our Wishes Upon Her Waters universe by @hyperbolicreverie, with my interpretation of South Blue this time! The inspiration from Pele is obvious, but the clothing is actually South Asian inspired. You can look at my previous concept art for the goddess North Blue here
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✨ Agron Remedies Pvt Ltd wishes you all a very blessed and prosperous Maha Navmi! May Goddess Durga shower her blessings upon you and your family with good health, happiness, and success. 🌸🙏
#MahaNavmi #AgronRemedies #DurgaPuja #Navratri2024 #Blessings
#✨ Agron Remedies Pvt Ltd wishes you all a very blessed and prosperous Maha Navmi!#May Goddess Durga shower her blessings upon you and your family with good health#happiness#and success. 🌸🙏#MahaNavmi#AgronRemedies#DurgaPuja#Navratri2024#Blessings
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I hope so 🙏 🙏🙏
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okay but barbarian!bakugo x goddess!reader??
barbarian!katsuki who stumbles upon your long forgotten temple on an expedition for treasures. the weather had gotten horrible, so he took refuge in it.
he set his belongings on your overgrown alter, specifically a dead pig he shot with his bow earlier, oils for his cooking, and his satchel full of wines and drinks to satiate his thirst.
barbarian!katsuki who never thought he'd seen anything as scarily angelic as you, who rose from your long slumber as you examined the 'offerings' in front of you.
he, who grew speechless at the sight of your faint glow: though you were not close to your former glory, you still looked ethereal in his eyes.
barbarian!katsuki, who grew speechless when you finally spoke, asking him what he wished for in exchange for his gifts of high value.
barbarian!katsuki, who mindlessly uttered, "your hand."
barbarian!katsuki, who returned home to the chiefs with the most priceless gift of them all:
a goddess as a wife.
(follow-up!)
(extended one-shot)
#omg i'm gonna die i love him down#lilac speaks꧂#anime fic#bakugo#bakugo x reader#anime#bakugo fluff#bakugo katuski#bakugo x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo drabble#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#bnha#mha x you#barbarian!bakugo#mha fantasy au
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Out of My Head
Pairing: Chubby Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky feels a bit insecure during a romantic evening and you do your best to get him out of his head.
Word Count: Over 2.6k
Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, a/b/o dynamics, insecurities, self-doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's crazy about you (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @missvelvetsstuff, @honeyglee (chubby!Bucky), and @bucksbabee (rose petals) all requested for alpha!Bucky to Go for a Swim (smut) with prompt #27 and #32 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky wanted tonight to be romantic. Candles, rose petals, the works. Not for any sort of special occasion, but because his omega deserved only the best. Day in and day out. He hoped it was enough to make you feel loved and adored. It was a wonder that you were with an alpha like him.
If you looked inside his head, you’d tell him there was no reason for him to think he wasn't the perfect man for you. That he was a good partner and alpha. Had been from the start. That you loved him. And you did. You never once gave him a reason to doubt that.
If only he could push away the negative voice in his mind that seemed determined to bring him down tonight.
“Bucky?”
Tilting his head, everything around him became muted as he focused on you. Laying on your side with your naked body exposed to him, he watched the candlelight cast a glow upon your skin. Both of you lost your clothes earlier in the evening, content to lay beside each other for the time being. He wished some days that you didn't have to wear clothes at all. You and your body were made to be worshiped.
Unlike him.
Bucky almost covered himself up with the blanket. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but he was soft in places where he was once firm. While he had been on the thicker side for years, he now had some pudge to go along with it. Handsome or not, he just wasn't in the same shape he used to be when he was younger. What if one day you didn’t like that? What if you wanted someone different? Stronger?
Better?
“You're thinking too hard again,” you said, picking up one of the rose petals to brush across his forehead. He smiled when he realized you traced a heart. “I can feel it.”
He inhaled your scent to ground himself. Orange, cinnamon, honey. The aroma of you made his mouth water. It comforted him, too. He hadn't associated any kind of smell with a sense of home until you.
“I’m thinking about you.”
“Oh, yeah?” You smiled, nuzzling into your pillow more as you gazed at him. “What about me?”
“Just how amazing you are,” he answered.
When he looked into your eyes the first time, he expected to see his imperfections staring back at him like they had with so many others. But the way you looked at him with kindness, acceptance, and want, everything fell into place. Pieces of himself he didn’t know were missing found their way back to him and made him while again. His heart didn't stand a chance.
It belonged to you.
Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.
How is that possible? How does a goddess want me? What the hell is wrong with me tonight?
“You know you look at me some days like I'm not even real?” You asked, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. He moaned and turned his head to nose along your wrist. He craved your touch and scent like nothing else. “Like you're in some sort of a dream and you're afraid you're going to wake up if you look away.”
“Because you’re everything I could ever want. You occupy every single thought in my head, and every single dream,” he whispered. Even his dreams couldn't come up with someone as amazing as you. “And maybe I am afraid that this isn't real.”
Your brows pinched. “Why is that?”
He leaned over to kiss your forehead, wanting to ease the worry from your face. “I’m not sure. You just seem too good to be true and it feels like I might wake up to find you gone. Or that one day…” He rested back, swallowing hard. “You’ll decide you just don't want me anymore.”
You whined, a distraught sound that broke his heart. He wanted to take back those words, but he didn’t want to hide his feelings no matter how much it hurt to talk about them. “Bucky, I’m not going anywhere.” You shook your head vehemently as you sat up. “And I want you. I always do. Why would you ever think I wouldn't want you?”
“Because look at me.” He waved his hand over his torso, averting his gaze as if to hide his vulnerability. “How can someone like you want someone like me?”
He wanted to take the words back the moment they left his mouth when another wounded whine spilled from your lips. You placed your hands on his cheeks and brought his gaze back to you. There was mist over your eyes like you were going to cry and he wanted to chase that look away. “How can I want you? Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? How wonderful you are?” You kept a hand on his face as the other slid down to his neck. “Bucky, look at me, please.”
His eyes slowly opened. He hadn't realized he shut them. “Doll, I’m sorry. I-”
“You're perfect. Inside and out. And don't say you aren't because you're perfect to me.” There was a hint of a growl on your tone as your hand moved lower. Well, as much of a growl as an omega could muster. You defended him so fiercely. “No one takes care of me the way you do. No one loves me the way you do. I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to call you my mate.”
A strangle moan escaped when your hand brushed along his stomach. He never thought it would feel so sensitive, but no one else has really touched it since he got bigger. Except for you. “Omega.”
“You think you aren’t everything I want?” You tilted your head so he could see the mark he left. His chest swelled with pride. You never covered it up or put a collar over it, wanting everyone to see that you were claimed. He had a mark, too.
He was yours just as much as you were his.
“I know in my heart that you want me, I know that. I can feel that. But my head keeps reminding me tonight that I’m just bigger than I used to be and I have no idea why,” he said, shutting his eyes again. “It’s stupid.”
Why was his body such an issue this evening? This was supposed to be romantic, not a time to pick at his inner wounds. Maybe there was a reason he wasn't aware of. Maybe he needed to cut the wounds open so the warmth of your bond could slowly heal them.
“It isn’t stupid. Your feelings are never stupid, do you hear me? And you being bigger? Isn't that just more of you that I get to love?” There was no disgust or judgment as you rubbed his stomach again. Your sincerity almost made him choke up when he opened his eyes to gaze at you. “Bucky, believe me when I say that this isn’t a dream. This is real. I'm real and I love you. I’ll love you no matter what. That is never going to change.”
His chest rumbled at your declaration and he couldn't help but reach for you, needing to feel your body close. “I love you, too.”
He closed his eyes again when you pressed your lips to his. The bond crackled with your affection and care before his tongue slipped past your lips. The crackling intensified, your desire and need flowing into him like molten lava. It was going to burn him alive. He’d gladly perish that way.
Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry.
“Feel this,” you urged when you broke the kiss, putting his hand over your heart.
“Is that for me?” He asked as it raced under his touch.
“It’s only for you, Bucky,” you promised, slowly guiding his hand down your body. “Now feel this.”
You didn't stop until his hand rested between your thighs. “And that’s for me?” He growled as he touched your pussy, your slick coating his fingers.
You gasped and he half expected you to agree that it was, but you pulled away. He tried not to let his insecurities bubble back up and hoped his scent didn't change to something unpleasant. You assured him that he was perfect in your eyes. That you wanted him. And loved him. But it didn't mean you had to-
“It’s for you. Only you,” you said, turning toward the front of the bed to press your chest against it. “See, alpha?”
Bucky sat up as you raised your hips higher and presented yourself to him. He growled softly as he licked away the wetness from his fingers and eyed your twitching, slick-drenched hole. The blood that roared in his ears quickly rushed south and the beast inside snarled at the insecure voice to not say another word. You wanted him. Would always want him. You assured him of that with both your words and your body.
“Take a good look. It’s such a pretty hole for you to ruin. You want to ruin it, don't you? Ruin me?” You asked sweetly, briefly lifting your head to look over your shoulder. The blue around Bucky’s pupils shrank to a small ring, barely visible from how aroused he was at the sight of you. “Please, wreck me. Make me say your name.”
He had a hand wrapped around his cock, the alpha within him clawing to break through the surface. Biology would've screamed at any alpha to take you. Knot you. Breed you. But you didn’t want just any alpha. Wouldn't beg for just any alpha.
He was the alpha you chose.
“And you know that isn’t my instinct talking since I’m not in heat. This is me wanting you, Bucky Barnes,” you said as if you read his mind, snaking a hand between your legs. He almost wished you were on your back so he could play with your beautiful breasts, but he had all night to do so. “I’m so wet for you and so empty. I’m aching. You don’t even have to prep me. Just get in me. Take me.”
You gasped when he was suddenly behind you, his large body draped over yours. “That’s my pussy you're touching, omega,” he growled, pinning you down by the neck. “And I’m the only one getting you off tonight.”
“Yes, alpha,” you purred.
His belly rubbed against you as he raised your hips an inch higher and he tensed up only for a moment before he realized you pushed back against him, trying to take him in. He growled as he sat back and looked down at you, your body quivering from the low and feral sound. Deeply inhaling, he could taste your lust and love on his tongue from how strong it was. As much as he wanted to dive down and devour you, he needed to fill you up and leave his mark inside you once again.
“Not just gonna ruin you with my cock,” he said, brushing the thick head of his cock between your folds. “Gonna ruin you with my mouth after. Make your flood it with that sweet slick and drink it down ‘til you scream how much you love me.”
“Yes. Please, alpha. I want your cock. Your mouth. Anything,” you begged, keeping your head down when he folded over you again. You didn’t fear his size or weight crushing you. It excited you. He could smell it.
“You need me?” His lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Say my name.”
You whimpered when he pressed himself against your entrance. He tried to go slow since he hadn’t prepped you, but you could take him. “I need you. Only you, Bucky,” you sighed, trembling as he pushed in an inch more.
He gasped out your name, powerless to resist the pull as he sank as deep inside you as he could. His eyes fluttered when you clenched around him. Nothing felt as good as your slick cunt. Tight, but opened up for him so beautifully. And nothing else mattered or existed outside of you.
“Move, please. Don’t hold back,” you moaned.
Overwhelming pleasure flowed through him as his body blanketed yours. You embraced every part of him and he wanted to smother you with his scent. “Remember, omega, you begged for this.”
Whatever sense of control he had disappeared as he thrust, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his grunts a stark contrast to the romantic setting of the room. You couldn't push your hips back, but your pussy welcomed each movement as you cried out. Even with his vicious thrusts, it was somehow sensual when he nuzzled your neck.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Yours,” you moaned.
He hadn't known he said the words aloud, too lost in his primal haze. By the sounds of your moans and feel of your clenching walls, you were close already. It pleased him knowing how much he pleased you. He wanted to draw it out, make it last. He also wanted to bring you over the edge again and again.
“Does that feel good? You love getting fucked by your big, strong mate?” He grunted, heat pulsing through his veins.
“Yes. So strong,” you whimpered, reaching back to grip his hair. “So big.”
He groaned, raw pleasure bubbling through every part of his body. “Yeah, I'm big and you love it. And you love my cock ruining your pretty hole?”
“Yes, Bucky. I, hmm, love your cock.” You mewled when his teeth scraped along your skin. “Love you.”
He nosed along your neck again, slipping a hand beneath your body. “Then show my cock how much you love me,” he ordered, teasing your swollen clit. “Come all over it.”
You screamed his name as promised, slick gushing as you spasmed around him. He didn't stop, his hips snapping faster and harder as you shook through it. To feel you let go and hear those sounds of ecstasy as you rode out the waves was an honor. He needed to join you on the ride.
“Such a good omega. My omega. Gonna fill you up. So. Fucking. Good.” He growled the last word as he spilled inside you, panting with his release. The sensations blended with your earlier words, surrounding him in bliss. You were bliss.
Careful not to crush or jolt you, he rolled to his side and took you with him as he stayed nestled inside you. He murmured praise against your skin as you snuggled back against him. He didn't want to leave your body just yet. Not when you felt so good. Not when the terrible voice remained quiet.
About time you shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the evening with my mate.
“Better?” You breathed, looking over your shoulder with hopeful eyes.
Both of your hearts racing still, your purr mixed with his rumble, he wondered why he was so bothered before since his insecurities weren't a constant thing. Everyone had their off days though, including you. Sometimes for no concrete reason at all. That was life, but he couldn't ask for a better partner and mate to help him through the ups and downs, big or small.
“Much better. Thank you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours. “But one more thing.”
“Yeah?”
He wrapped his arm tighter around you and didn't flinch as his stomach pressed more against your back. “I love you, too.”
Always, my sweet omega.
And should you ever doubt his want or love for you, he’d be sure to assure you the way you did for him.
Lovelies, I was TERRIFIED to post this, but I'm in love with them. Maybe we'll see them again? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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Share nasty thoughts about your favorite self ship doll. ~ I translate sometimes
ngl, been putting this off bc i was not ready for it siuwhbed but omg here we go @luvjiro @t-aomine
komicha ( koca x kaiser )
oh lord... this guy does not know when to stop. like i tell him to stop, but he will just keep going until i'm crying. 100% believe he's trying to break me, and i also believe he's doing it as retaliation when i stomp on him outside of bed. def has a thing for overstimulation sob. but he gets super horny when kiss his tattoos, especially when i kiss his rose by the next that guy gets so crazy. we would do it almost anywhere, and i hate how he has the adrenaline of living by the edge of almost being caught. he gets off trying to make me squirm under his grasp due to my really hard headed personality ( both of us are super prideful ! ) he thinks his hand wrapped around my neck looks sexy, saying stuff like "oh mein liebe, can't get snappy with that tongue of yours~? your pants are just so cute." will put hickeys where everyone could see it, and is such a bitch to put make up on top of to cover them all that at some point i would just give up. morning sex is more common than you think it is.
ryoko ( koca x kise )
he's very sweet, giving the most kisses and kinda freaks out if i look uncomfortable or anything. he's also another asshole that will places hickeys and marks all over my body as if it was a canvas for him to paint over! it's so easy to rail this man up, just one dirty thing said to him and he could hoist me up to the nearest secluded place so he could get some good pussy. kise goes feral when i grip on his hair, and he knows just where to thrust every single time. with his fast learning skills he can easily do so many things at once, not to mention tries so many positions and makes it feel and work good when we do it. "does this feel good? oh babe, you take it so good." when he doesn't wanna study, i will suck his dick and blue ball him when he gets an answer wrong whimpering and asking me to continue. when he finally learns it that's when he could touch me.
kosti ( koca x sting )
the amount of times i suck his dick under his desk while he does his paper work as the master of the guild is going over double digits. the amount of times he will fuck me on that same desk he does his work on, locking his office door just so we could have some privacy ( though with rogue's dragon slayer hearing, he runs far away from the office and leaves the guild ). this man's sweet nature is dropped when he's always bending me over his desk, ass up to get fucked so good as he slaps that skin. the endearments of "princess" dripping from his lips like sultry is what i live for. "so impatient huh? just wanted to be fucked so much you'd suck my dick without asking, princess." will definitely overstem more than once, but will feel bad and give me lots of kisses and cuddles.
#༊*·˚ a wish upon a goddess#༊*·˚ koca has heard your wish#༊*·˚ thevoidwriting#༊*·˚ divine pellets#༊*·˚ zen <3#༊*·˚ tori <3
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immortal sukuna who — in your third life (1).
immortal sukuna masterlist
immortal sukuna who has been waiting a century for your return, slowly forgetting what you look every little thing about you.
immortal sukuna who loses himself as time goes by, aimlessly roaming in a life that never seems to end.
immortal sukuna who finds himself unable to die, no matter what he does even though his wish was to be with you in the after life.
immortal sukuna who becomes embroiled in bloody wars of conquest, aimlessly leading himself to battle in hopes to die with visions of your smile.
immortal sukuna who is continually disappointed that no matter the slash, the gash, the wound - he continues to live.
immortal sukuna who finds himself without purpose or ambition, not even emotion as he felt disappointment that it was not his blood that spills for death.
immortal sukuna who finds himself losing count of how many battles he had fought and how many disappointments he had about living without you.
immortal sukuna who found himself having power of a lord and yet lamented that it was not the power to bring you back to life.
immortal sukuna who leads an aimless and empty life as a lord, drinking the sorrows of forgetting the pitch of your voice.
immortal sukuna who tries to obsessively remember how to say your name over and over after he forgot about it one time.
immortal sukuna who is invited to court by the emperor, but he would prefer to sit in the quiet of the wilderness to find a bird that hummed the way you once did.
immortal sukuna who does not want to exist in this sort of world, but he had no where to be when home died with you a long time ago.
immortal sukuna who finds himself stopping at his tracks as he enters the emperor's courtyard.
immortal sukuna who thinks that he remembers the melody that laughter that booms across the koi pond.
immortal sukuna who dashes far from his direction without a care in the world, like a moth to a flame.
immortal sukuna who slowly stops as he finds the sunlight burst through the world anew.
immortal sukuna who finds that same face, those same warm eyes, those same curiousity as you look at him.
immortal sukuna who does not know what to do or say as you slowly approach him with those same tender steps.
immortal sukuna who thinks that he's remembering how sweet and lively your voice sounded like all those years ago.
immortal sukuna who could feel the air punched from his lungs as you stood right in front of him.
immortal sukuna who found himself faced with the impossible as another man's voice rang through the koi pond.
immortal sukuna who found heartbreak at the adored love in your voice as you called back to the man.
immortal sukuna who found that broach upon your hair, something similar to the one had wed you with a hundred years ago.
immortal sukuna who realized just as quickly that you were someone else's beloved bride, no longer his.
immortal sukuna who found your gaze turn back at him as you introduced yourself with a smile on your face.
immortal sukuna who doesn't know if he was going to laugh or cry at the twist of fate for you and him.
immortal sukuna who smiles back at you, his eyes filled with overflowing emotion as he introduces himself to you.
immortal sukuna who says your name with praise as though it was the incantation to worship a goddess.
immortal sukuna who finds you with a pleased look in your face as you blushed so beautifully.
immortal sukuna who knows that you were being polite to him, the married woman you were.
immortal sukuna who felt his heart break as you say farewell to him and joined the man you call husband.
immortal sukuna who wonders if living this long was worth it if you two were not going to be together.
immortal sukuna who stands there for a long time, letting the sakura blossoms drift in the wind.
immortal sukuna who waited a hundred years and his wish to have you again had been granted in the crulest of fashions.
immortal sukuna who felt tears rush down his face, mourning the grief of cruel fate that now curses you both apart.
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Just imagine Miguel being so needy he can’t even put it inside he just dry humping you from the back just to get off
STAWP I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN FANTASISING ABT THIS FOR MONTHS!!
Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, intercrural intercourse/outercourse (basically just thigh fucking and grinding lol), somnophilia, needy!miguel, morning sex, soft sex
Summary: miguel got home late last night and wakes up needy... too needy
A/N: i am a firm believer that big beefy men whimper in the sheets, try to change my mind!!
Word Count: 1.1K (unedited)
Work at the Society was becoming increasingly more draining for Miguel. All he wanted was to be with you, staring at your beautiful face, making you laugh, playing with your hair, fucking his cum deep inside you and making you scream his name. Leaving you each morning made him crave you even more. He yearned to be able to turn around in bed and just watch as you continue to sleep through the alarm, admiring the way your soft lips part as you breathe softly. You were his precious girl, and it was a sick joke that the minuscule act of the two of you getting to wake up alongside each other was always interrupted by the Society.
This morning, Miguel was recovering from a particularly taxing mission from the night before. An anomaly in some 18th-century dimension caused practically irreversible destruction, yet of course, Miguel had taken it upon himself to do the impossible and fix the mess some other Spider-People created. He had stumbled into your shared apartment at an unholy hour, practically collapsing by your side in bed, falling asleep the second his head hit the softness of his pillow. His suit had dissolved as he snuggled up behind you, leaving his naked body pressed against your ass.
Which is how he had woken up, his dick already hard as his sharp, red eyes flutter open and peek under the covers at the sight of your little panties riding up the smooth flesh of your thighs. Miguel’s heart hammers in his chest as he bites his bottom lip and groans softly, the need to feel you, any goddamn part of you, in his arms becoming unbearable. You look like an angel, hair covering and framing parts of your face as your chest rises and falls with such delicacy, your thick, smooth, gorgeous legs tangled in amongst the warm blankets. He’s lost in a trance of pure awe and admiration for the goddess he has the privilege of sleeping beside, and fantasies of what he wishes he could do to that sexy body of yours soon plague the once wholesome thoughts in his mind.
He glances over his shoulder at the alarm clock, yet to go off, taking note of the time. In any other scenario, Miguel would have been pissed that he had woken up before his morning alarm, but this morning was different. It allowed him to release some of his exhaustion, some of his desperation to feel your soft body wrapped around him.
Slowly and carefully to avoid waking you up, he spits on his hand and gives his fat, leaky cock a few pumps to moisten the tan skin before sliding it in between your closed thighs as you remain peacefully asleep on your side. He moans at the contact between his shaft and your slightly moist panties, his thick, bulging arms wrapping around your midsection from behind, tan, chiseled face buried in your hair as he inhales the sickeningly sweet scent of your shampoo. The pent-up sexual frustration within him threatened to explode just from the familiarity of your soft, smooth body.
He pulls back cautiously, his length dragging against your squishy thighs and clothed cunt which elicits a few whiny moans from his lips before he pushes his hips up against your plump ass. Miguel’s hunger for you is insatiable. In any other circumstance, he’d be moving your panties to the side and prodding his dripping tip into your tight entrance. But Miguel couldn’t bear to lose the warm feeling your thighs were providing for his needy dick to bother with going all the way, too blinded by lust and the breathy sighs leaving your sleeping form to try for anything more.
Miguel grinds his dick between your jiggly thighs at a steady pace, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and whimpering against your unconscious body, the slick from within your little panties trickling down your legs and making it easier for Miguel’s member to glide against your pussy. You begin to stir in your sleep, thighs clenching around Miguel’s cock as you react to the arousing sensation of him between your legs.
“M-Migs?” You whisper, looking over your shoulder to see the look of sheer ecstasy on your lover’s face as the tip of his cock catches on your clit with each sloppy thrust between your thighs, making both of you moan in unison. Miguel kisses your forehead, his pace only increasing now that you’re awake.
“Missed you so much, cariño,” He whines, his fingers gripping onto the flesh of your tummy as he angles his hips so that his dick presses between your clothed folds with every thrust. “Looked so pretty in your sleep. Needed- shit! Needed to feel you.”
You moan and throw your head back against his chest, grinding your ass against his pelvis as you keep your thighs tight around his cock, your gaze dropping to his tip dipping in and out of the space between your legs. His arms snake down to your hips, one hand reaching underneath your panties to play with your clit as his member drags back and forth against the silky smooth skin of your thighs. Whiny moans, whimpers, and heavy breathes fill the bedroom as Miguel lazily humps you from behind, the morning sunlight seeping in through the window and illuminating your intertwined, dishevelled bodies as you rock and bump against each other in sync, both desperate to feel each other and reach your climaxes.
“I’m gonna-” You whine, desperately rolling your hips to grind your clothed pussy against Miguel’s throbbing dick.
“I know, baby, I know,” Miguel whispers, his voice still raspy and deep from his sleepy state, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck as his balls slam into your ass and his length feverishly rubs against the cushiony heat of your upper legs, fingers still toying with your throbbing bud. “Come for me, hermosa.”
The sound of his morning voice, coupled with his needy embrace makes you come undone, the juices of your release soaking through your panties and coating Miguel’s thick cock. The sudden feeling of your warmth covering his dick makes Miguel’s brain go fuzzy as he cums all over your thighs, the thick substance glistening on your smooth skin as he whimpers and groans. “So good, mi niña linda, so fucking good.” (my beautiful girl) He pants, grabbing the side of your face and turning your head so that he can admire the sleepy expression on your stunning face. "Te amo." (I love you)
The alarm clock goes off, the sound blaring throughout the bedroom. He sighs and plants a quick kiss on your lips, which are still swollen from sleep, as he starts to roll out of bed and get ready for another mind-numbing day of work.
“Be ready for me when I get home, cariño.”
He's so cute I just wanna give him a hug :(
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campfire games
luke castellan x reader - percy jackson and the olympians
[established relationship, fem!daughter of ares reader]
summary: bets are fun, until they aren’t. you’re fine though. luke knows you’re an absolute badass.
warning: pushy male behaviour, suggestive comments, swearing, bets, threats, assault (physical), sexual harassment.
word count: 1.6k
(help i’m writing too many of these but this is the only other good one also feel free to leave requests yall i’m on summer break i have so much time and need something to do 🤩🤩)
(also i am still in love with luke castellan thank you very much I CAN FIX HIM PLSSSS)
(also very sorry to anyone named andrew it was the first name i thought of)
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there wasn’t much that your siblings in the ares cabin liked more than winning capture the flag, but watching you tear down another boys’ ego was definitely one of those few things.
campfires were great for many reasons. singing, marshmallows, games—and bets. when chiron and mr d. turned in for the night early, something that rarely happened, the bets would come out. guys would try and talk to you, your siblings would intercept them, find out what they wanted, then place bets among themselves and with other campers as to how long it would take you to tear them down a few notches, or, on occasion, tear them a new one.
clarisse patted your shoulder as two of your brothers talked to another camper. “incoming.”
“details?” you picked at the chipped red polish of your fingernails.
“son of apollo. been here for about two months. andrew. something about wanting to go on a date with you and thinking you’re prettier than the aphrodite girls.” she rolled her eyes. “he tried it on with me before and doesn’t like taking no for an answer, so break his spirit completely. or, you know, his bones.”
you saluted her teasingly. “yes, ma’am. you can count on me, sergeant.”
she patted your shoulder again with a joking grin. “good on you, private. godspeed.”
with that, she left you sitting alone.
well, not really alone.
luke castellan had somehow ended up as your bodyguard in all of these cases. probably something to do with the fact that you’d been dating in secret for the last three months. you weren’t a huge fan of keeping your relationship a secret, but when you’d told clarisse, she told you that her and your other siblings wanted to keep making easy money, and betting on me was the best way to do that. since everyone thought you and luke hated each other anyway, it was easy enough to keep it up, but as your mocking remarks turned to teasing, then to flirting, it was getting more and more difficult. and as he was getting more attractive each day, it was getting harder not to kiss him in front of everyone at camp.
you swivelled in your seat to look up at him. he was sitting three rows back, almost hidden in the darkness, a distinctly put out look on his face.
“you hear that?” you asked with raised eyebrows and a grin on your face. “he thinks i’m prettier than the aphrodite girls. when have you ever said that?”
“i told you you’re prettier than a model one time and you punched me,” he said dryly. “and then i said you look like a goddess while fighting and you punched me again.”
“in my defence, i did hate you at the time.” you shrugged. “got my back?”
“always.” he said seriously.
you grinned and winked at him as you turned around, waiting for the newest idiot to come annoy you.
luke had, once upon a time, been one of those idiots in your mind. he irritated you to no end. he was better than you at sword fighting, so you bested him at everything else. he was more popular than you, so you became one of the most well-liked people at camp. all of your attempts to break him down, however, only made him fall in love with you. now, there you were, wishing you could be sitting beside him instead of waiting for some loser to come annoy you to death.
“y/n, hey.” andrew said, sitting next to you, probably a little too close.
you looked over at him. “andrew, right?”
he nodded, his smile widening as you knew his name.
you sat up straighter and scrutinised him, looking him up and down. “yeah, you look like an andrew.”
you heard luke hide a laugh in his cup behind you.
andrew’s face fell a little, but he regained it quickly. “heard you were one of the best fighters in camp.”
“i am.”
“that’s pretty cool. i mean, i can help you become the best if you want.”
“no, i think i’m okay.”
“come on, i mean, everyone needs to improve. even the self-proclaimed best. bet i’m better at archery than you at least.”
you looked over at his smirk and had to stop yourself from smirking too. this would be too easy. “no. thanks, though. i’m good on my own. one of the best, remember.”
“you could be better. we should have a little challenge. a game.”
“i only play games with people i like.”
“you could like me.” he leaned a little closer. you leaned away slightly. “i bet i could make you like me.”
you had to stop yourself from laughing. “yeah, i don’t think so, buddy.”
‘buddy’ was usually all it took to break a man’s ego. you’d used it on luke many times during unusually flirtatious sparring, back when you still pretended to hate his guts. it didn’t work on him anymore, but it usually worked perfectly on everyone else.
andrew didn’t falter. “i bet i could. give me a chance. let me take on a date. show you a good time.”
“no, thanks,” you said calmly. your siblings were watching intently. clarisse looked ready to step in if you needed it. you wondered what he’d said or done to her to put her on edge. then you realised it wasn’t what he’d done to her. it was what he was about to do to you.
his hand was on your thigh, gripping onto the bare skin by the hem of your shorts.
his hand was on your thigh.
gross.
you looked up at him, eyes sharp. you could hear luke shifting slightly behind you. “what are you doing?” you voice was deathly calm.
“showing you that i can show you a good time, princess.” his voice oozed honey—sickly sweet and sticky, like a fly trap. good thing you hated honey.
“how about i show you how many bones there are in the hand? by breaking every single one.” your voice was equally as saccharine sweet, but your eyes were glaring daggers into his and your jaw was set tight.
he just shifted his hand higher. you tried to push him off but he was strong. annoyingly strong.
he tutted. “come on, sweetheart. you’re gonna make a scene.”
you finally managed to peel his hand off your skin. “i’ll make a scene, alright. get off me and leave me alone. and while you’re at it, leave my sister alone too.”
he raised his hands, a sickening, sleazy smirk on his face. “i was just being nice, princess. you and your sister need to relax. you especially. i can help you relax.”
“oh, i’d love that. you know how i relax?” you tilted your head mockingly, eyes hard. “i punch my enemies in the face.”
he laughed. “you’re cute. now, come on. it’s not like you’ve got anything going for yourself. i mean, you’re hot, sure, but no guys ever gonna look at you when they realise how much of a bitch you are. not like i will.”
you rolled your eyes and stood up. it was time to go and sit by luke. it grated at you, but if he wouldn’t listen to you, maybe he’d listen to another guy.
he didn’t let you leave. his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him as he stood up too. you were chest to chest with him. he towered over you, at least six inches taller. you stepped back, but he pulled you in by your waist and laughed.
“look at how good we look together,” he smirked. “i could show you—“
you punched him in the stomach. he doubled over, finally letting you go, so you kneed his diaphragm. he gasped for air as you stepped back. your friend chris rodriguez whistled appreciatively.
“touch me, or anyone here, ever again and i won’t just hurt you.” you hissed at him. “i’ll beat your ass, then i’ll drag you past the boundary and leave you for the monsters. got it?”
he nodded, still hunched over.
“good boy,” you grit out.
“fucking bitch,” he grunted.
your eyes darkened, but you didn’t do anything. your siblings were right behind him, all ready to drag him away. “good luck walking tomorrow, andrew.”
“good luck finding a guy stupid enough to fuck you,” he scorned.
you laughed. “hey, luke?”
“yeah, babe?” he stepped down beside you, his hand settling on your hip and pulling you gently into his side. andrew faltered at the sight. he probably hadn’t even realised luke was up there.
“are you stupid enough to fuck me?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “oh, i’m way past stupid.”
you didn’t care about any of your sibling’s bets anymore. you didn’t care that people thought you hated each other. you especially didn’t care that everyone was watching. you kissed him. and in front of the whole camp, he kissed you back.
your siblings groaned in disappointment, knowing their betting days were over, but you didn’t care. you smiled the stupidest smile ever as you pulled away, feeling like you’d just had your first kiss all over again.
“what?” he asked quietly.
“nothing.” you shook your head. “just glad we don’t have to hide anymore.”
after months of kissing behind buildings, pretending to fight in public and avoiding each other so people wouldn’t find out, it felt honestly freeing to kiss him in the open.
he kissed you again as your siblings dragged andrew away. “and all it took was an asshole.”
“thanks for not stepping in,” you said. “i had it handled.”
“oh, i know you did. i was more than happy to watch you destroy his ego.”
“good, because if you had stepped in—“
“i’d be going home in an ambulance?” he smiled.
“no, you’d be going home in a hearse.”
“ah, my bad.”
as the campfire kept burning, you sat down with luke. your legs were pressed against his and his arm was around your waist. there wasn’t much that you liked more than tearing boy’s egos down, but being with luke castellan was definitely one of those few things.
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miguel with a jealous fiance
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“stare a little longer and you might actually kill her, y/n” jess chuckles as she follows your eyesight, spotting miguel being flirted by a woman whom you’ve never seen before.
you and miguel are attending a gala fundraiser. run by some rich bastard named ‘bruce wayne’. he didn’t want to go at first, but because mr. wayne had sent the invitations to you both himself, it would be rude not to attend. plus, it’s best if he’s out and try to socialize, make some new friends instead.
but now you’re starting to regret the decision when you see some red haired getting cozy with your man. she keeps touching his arm, giggling obnoxiously at something he said. which pisses you off because your fiancé is not that funny.
Ignoring jess’s comment, you twirl the wine glass softly, emerald green manicured nails clicking against it. you bite the inside of your cheek with cold eyes dead set on the girl. you wanted to laugh at how that woman had been trying too hard to catch his attention.
miguel isn’t doing anything rather than answering without holding an eye contact, casually sipping his whiskey on rock as he searches through the crowd. you could tell he’s annoyed. but it wouldn’t be polite for him to tell her to fuck off, would it?
god, you wish he had the balls to actually do it.
“you know he wouldn’t do such thing right?”
scoffing as if it’s the most stupid question ever, you nod. of course he wouldn’t. he’s too damn crazy about you.
“i know. it’s her i don’t trust” you mutter, almost growling. “that bitch could clearly see he has a ring on his finger. she fucking blind or something?!”
jess could only laugh while shaking her head. she thinks you and miguel are too much alike. a perfect pair. “then show her who’s the boss.”
“oh i will” you respond with hesitation, gulping down every last drop of your drink before setting the glass down on the table. “be right back”
with that, you flick your hair over your shoulder, adjusting the straps of your silky emerald green dress and begin walking towards your fiancé’. jess’s commentary about ‘try not to kill her’ from behind fall deaf upon your ears.
sorry, jess. no promises.
you could feel all eyes on you as you walk. it’s hard not to. men and women craning their shoulders to get a better look at the beautiful woman who looks like she’s invented class and beauty herself. the world completely stop when you walk through the crowd.
and not to be cocky or anything, but you’re fully aware of how gorgeous you are. with curves that look like built by the gods themselves, full plump soft lips and long, beautiful thick hair that cascade down to your back and eyes sharp enough to draw sailors if you were ever a siren.
it’s like looking at freyja the goddess whom paid a visit on earth.
as miguel’s eyes continues to scan through the busy evening filled with mindless chatters, his dark red irises then stop at you. a small grin creeps to his face when he sees you walking towards him with your head held up high.
but your eyes aren’t on him, it’s on the woman.
“i just think, that you are sooo-“
“so what?” you cut her off with a fake smile and arms crossed over your chest. standing beside your soon to be husband, you watch how the woman’s eyes then flicker to your figure. “making friends without me, my love? how impolite”
miguel shakes his head, his hand quick enough to snake around your waist pulling you close. “of course not, mi vida. this is—“
“not interested. so, you wanna fuck my husband?” your voice coming off venomous, glaring at the woman who seems to be shocked at your question.
a sigh escape from miguel’s mouth, one that implies ‘this is not going to be good’
the woman has her mouth hang wide open as she struggles to respond. she can’t exactly decide whether she’s intimidated by you or attracted to you.
“i—i’m so sorry… I didn’t know he had a wife—“
with a scoff, you roll your eyes. “you’ve been eyeing and talking to my man for at least twenty minutes. you’re saying that your eyesight is so fucking jacked you couldn’t even see the ring on his finger?!”
miguel could only stand there and listening to you scold the woman. because if there’s one thing he learned being with you? is that to not meddle or interrupt.
she shakes her head rapidly, stuttering out a nervous response, “n-no! i—i—I did see it, i j-just thought—“
“oh you did see it!” you exhale a sarcastic laugh. “and what, you think it’s okay to flirt with someone else’s husband when clearly he has no interest?! you really think he’s gonna go for you, sweetheart?”
the tone of your voice is far from polite. miguel could sense that, and he squeezes your waist in attempt for you to take it easy on the girl but you only shrug it off and pay no mind to it.
the woman look like she’s about to cry by how you’re scolding her. shaking quiet a bit and embarrassed that her flirty gesture had failed to steal someone else’s man.
“i’m s-sorry… I’m—i—“
“you” your raise your finger at her face. “need to get the fuck out of my sight before i drag you by the hair and beat your ass hard that no one will ever recognize that pretty face of yours again.”
she nods quickly at that, taking her champagne flute before walking away quickly. you’re still fuming on the inside. glaring at the back of that girl’s head until she’s fully disappears.
“damn, mami” miguel lowly whistles, a dark chuckle follows after as he moves to stand in front of you. hand around your waist still attached, pulling you close to him. “you’re so sexy when you get jealous.”
jealous. you hate that word.
everyone needs to know that you don’t take it lightly when it comes to miguel. he belongs to you and vice versa. and if you have to beat a bitch up to get your point across, then so be it.
“let’s get one thing straight, miguel. I don’t get jealous” You emphasize the word as you turn your focus on Miguel, giving him a stern look. “I get territorial. they need to know that you’re my man. I see a girl trying to take over my territory, then consider her fucking finished. you got that?”
miguel can’t argue with the fact that you just turned him on just by saying that. especially when you come off as demanding like this. It’s one of the reason why he fell in love with you.
bossy. ambitious. confident. and Independent. traits that miguel loves in a woman.
he smirks, looking down at you as he clicks his tongue against his bottom teeth. “yes, ma’am” he replies with a nod.
you nod back, crossing your arms. “good.”
“and just when i thought you couldn’t get any sexier” he shakes his head, squeezing your ass before leaning down a bit to give you a kiss on your cheek. “you do”
rolling your eyes, you lightly shove his shoulder. yet you can’t help but blush at the gesture. “easy there… we’re in public.”
he cocks an eyebrow, palm not leaving your ass. “and when has that ever stopped you before, mi amor?”
you bite your lower lip softly, remembering the times when you and miguel had done it over and over outside the comfort of your home.
yeah, both of you are pretty experimental.
“bathroom in 5. don’t keep me waiting”
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