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Love and Rockets Hot Trip to Heaven 1994 Beggars Banquet âââââââââââââââââ Tracks: 01. Body and Soul (Parts 1 & 2) 02. Ugly 03. Trip and Glide 04. This Heaven 05. No Worries 06. Hot Trip to Heaven 07. Eclipse 08. Voodoo Baby 09. Be the Revolution 10. Set Me Free âââââââââââââââââ
Daniel Ash
David J
Kevin Haskins
*Â Long Live Rock Archive
#LoveAndRockets#Love and Rockets#Daniel Ash#David J#Kevin Haskins#Hot Trip to Heaven#LP#Neo Psychedelia#1994
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DOODLE TIME BAYBEE :DDDDD
and youâre gonna have to sit tight about the surprise one, itâs coming along and hopefully should be finished soon :3
Closeups and specifics under the cut â¨
HiPS!Koichi doing his best to care for Act 0 & my design for Emporio Post Stone Ocean :D
Emporio, Perla, Weather and White Snake going on a fly together, a little Josuyasu emblem I'm tempted to turn into a key chain someday and Koichi's kidnapping in the DiU part of Dual Trip
and a little shit post doodle thing where I made Act 3 a furry
#and a hint about the surprise it has to do with the Cat Koichi au :3#hidden in plain sight#heaven's maiden#dual trip#cat koichi#echo of another#jjba#jojoâs bizarre adventure#diamond is unbreakable#jjba part 4#stone ocean#stone ocean spoilers#jjba part 6#jjba koichi#koichi hirose#echoes#red hot chili pepper#jjba emporio#emporio alnino#jjba perla#perla pucci#made in heaven#white snake#weather report#josuyasu#josuke x okuyasu#sb draws#traditional art
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marauders era p links (18+)
all links lead to p0rn !! watch at your own risk and do not watch in public
part 2 out now!
REGULUS BLACK
regulus fingering you in his dorm
regulus bouncing you on his cock
JAMES POTTER
riding james when he visits you for summer break
james celebrating a quidditch win
james absolutely devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth (this is the hottest video)
james teasing you while youâre wearing his hoodie
james stuffing you full and showing how much you mean to him
james eating his pretty girl out
SIRIUS BLACK
sirius making his girl feel good
showing sirius what a good girl you are
69âing with sirius
sirius using his long fingers to make you cum
morning fucks with sirius
sirius fucking you at your house
REMUS LUPIN
remus fucking your face
remus fucking you in the bathroom before a full moon
riding professor lupin
getting extra credit with professor lupin
BARTY CROUCH JR
bouncing on bartys cock
barty fucking the LIFE out of you
MARLENE MCKINNON
marlene riding the life out of you
marlene making you look in the mirror as she destroys you
marlene fingering you till youâre shaking
making a sex tape with marlene
marlene eating you out
making out with marlene
LILY EVANS
fucking lily with a d!ldo
intimate but intense foreplay with lily
fucking lily in the common room
sucking mommyâs tits like a good girl
roommate lily helping you out
car sex with lily
thanking lily for date night by eating her out
lily sitting on your face <3
using mommyâs tits to cum
MARY MACDONALD
mary bringing you to heaven with her fingers
mary sending you a video while youâre on a work trip
home alone with mary
fucking mary after coming home to her all dolled up
making mary cum
eating mary out by the pool
DORCAS MEADOWES
eating dorcas out till sheâs whimpering
(doesnât really look like dorcas but itâs hot so whatever) devouring dorcas on the kitchen counter
giving dorcas special treatment after a night out
dorcas riding you
RANDOM
marlene eating lily out to give her a break from studying
pansy parkinson riding the genuine life out of you
pandora, dorcas and barty having fun when the dorms are empty
foreplay with lily and nb partner (not RLLY p0ráš)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANY DONâT WORK!!
find part 2: here
#marauders#slytherin skittles#dead gay wizards#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#regulus black#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#lily evans#dorcas meadowes#mary macdonald x lily evans#marlene mckinnon x lily evans#barty crouch jr#marauders smut#james potter smut#remus lupin smut#sirius black smut#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#james potter x reader#lily evans x reader#mary macdonald x reader#marlene mckinnon x reader#dorcas meadowes x reader#slytherin
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â sick days
- gojo satoru x reader
who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!
genre: fluff, fluff, fluffff. basically, your baby is adorable, gojo is your husband and not only is he lovesick with you, he humors your baby so much itâs making meâ sighs
note: based on this post! hi hi chu is back from vacation and hereâs another dad!gojo fluff indulgence and we stan domestic men okayđ¤
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
It's plain sight that Gojo Satoru is a highly attractive individual, and now that he has a son, it's fair to say that heâs the hottest dilf on the block.
With one hand twirling a famous brand of flu medicine box and the other propping his baby son at his hip, he garnered curious eyes, even in drugstore near his home.
âHmm, why is it so cheap? SuspiciousâŚâ
Satoru let out a light hum, studying the orange and pink boxes, as well as glancing at the other purple box with bold labels claiming its effectiveness in halting cold symptoms, and then looked at his son.
His baby's big, crystal blue eyes blinked in wonder at the vibrant colors, and he reached out with grubby hands towards them. âBwah!â
Suddenly, he got an idea.
âHey, kiddo. Which do you think is better for mama?â he asked the baby, gesturing at the all three medicine on the rack with his jaw. âYou choose.â
As if on cue, the little ball of fluff that was his son immediately reached out for the purple box, the more expensive out of all three displayed before him. Without missing a beat, he also seized both the orange and pink boxes in quick succession, holding them close to his chest.
Satoru broke into a hearty laugh, a wide grin split his face, as he affectionately tousled the boy's head with pride.
âThat's my boy! Splurging is allowedâafter all, we're rich!â
When the first signs of cold manifested in you, Satoru was already worried. He had warned you to take more rest, but typical you, you brushed it off as a mere fatigue.
And when this morning, you woke up to sudden coughing fits and hot-and-cold spells, which ended up with kicking him out of your shared bedroom in fear of spreading the virus, like the doting husband he was, Satoru promptly headed to the pharmacy with your baby in tow to get you some help.
"Oh my, sir, your son is so adorable!" the female cashier gushed when he got over to pay, finally voicing what other customers thought in their heads. He could sense the discreet glances from those around him even now.
As the baby clung to his shirt, Satoru tightened his grip on him and responded with a self-assured grin, ensuring those nearby heard his words, "Of course he is! My wife is pretty as heck too, shame she's down with fever today."
"Aww! Such high praise, you must adore your wife!"
"Mm-hmm!"
Ah, so he still has a wife. The other customers went about their day, some disappointed that the dilf was still evidently devoted to his wife. They could only wonder just who could the lucky woman was.
Moving onâ after the short trip to the drugstore, Satoru went back home. He promptly checked on you in your master bedroom, inquiring, "Hey, how areâ"
But he immediately halted upon seeing you nestled so comfortably under the blankets, sleeping soundly. For a moment, he simply stood, blinking and observing your serene slumber.
Strange that something inside him both softened and lurched at the sight. You were just that precious in his eyes. Stupid as it was, he was quite miserable to go through the day without your nagging and nitpicking. And above all, he never liked seeing you in any kind of discomfortâit made his protective instincts soar.
Hence his thoughtâ there is nothing I wouldnât do for you, even if it means sacrificing heaven itself.
âMyah!â A hard shove on his arm and his babyâs babbling snapped him out of his trance. Satoru shifted his baby to his other hand, let out a questioning hum, and affectionately pinched his mochi-like cheeks.
âHmm? You canât be hungry, Iâoooh,â a sheepish expression of realization appeared on his face, his blue eyes widened slightly as his baby glared at him. Then, chuckling like the goofball he was, Satoru patted him on his head to appease his grudge, âI havenât fed you since this morning, eh?â
âFwah!â
âPfft! There, there⌠Me is sorry~ Now let me whip something up for you and mama, yeah?â
Now, he wouldn't claim to be the best chef, but he could certainly cook to save himself. Rolling up his sleeve, he went to the kitchen after leaving and stuffing his baby boy with a pacifier on his high chair.
âHmmm, baby food for the minion and⌠congee? Yeah, congee should be good.â
Next task was feeding his already seething baby after he mixed together his baby food. He was a fussy eaterâmostly with him, but surprisingly not so much with you (apparently, that's just his way of showing who he favors between his parents, heh). But when he managed to get the food in, with every spoonful, his sonâs smile gradually widened, and so did his happiness.
Satoru thought then that he was the cutest thing he had ever created. His son was clearly a mini-him, but his reactions were definitely so you.
âIs it tasty? It is, isnât it?â he cooed with baby voice, earning a delightful giggle in response from his son. Pushing his luck, he added with a suggestive grin, âPapa is the best, isnât he?â
âBwah...â The joyful expression on his baby's face faded instantly, dissolving into an unamused pout, prompting Satoru to righteously click his tongue.
âWhy are you so against me?!â
After he was done with his fill, Satoru picked your baby up to the master bedroom to bring you something to eat. Seated on the opposite edge of the bed, he silently adored your sleeping form once again.
Right at that moment, the baby in his arms wriggled, reaching out for you. Acting on a sudden impulse, he put him on the bed, facing you.
âNow, go to mama, would you?â he whispered gently, grinning and giving his bum a light pat. âGo!â
Your son was also Gojo Satoruâs son, therefore he was an adept crawler even at barely seven months old. With remarkable agility, the little soldier steadily moved towards you, his diapers jiggling with each motion. He stopped right in front of your face, clearly recognizing you as his mother.
And your husband swore that even his logic-driven heart melted at the sight of your cute baby suddenly leaned in and clumsily smooched your nose.
Simply just the two most treasured loves of his life.
âMm?â you let out a soft grunt, feeling the dryness in your throat as you cracked your eyes open, surprised to find yourself face-to-face with your baby. âOh⌠why are you here? Donât get too closeâŚâ
âHeâll be fine.â Satoru picked your son up, placing him on his knee and steadying him with one arm. Having moved next to you on the bed, he brushed hair from your forehead. âWhat about you, hmm? Feeling better?â
Your eyebrows creased into a frown. âYeah, I think, but more than that, Satoru, Iâve told you, donât let himââ
âYes, yes, sweetheart. He wonât get sick, look, heâs as healthy as he can be~â and to make a point, he turned his baby over and lightly smacked his bottom, prompting a whimper from the little one and a gasp from you.
âDonât spank him!â
âEhh? Then can I spank you instead?â
âSatoru, youâre a little piece ofâ!â
Just you and him, as well as the little treasure that was your son. This little family was enough reason to live. To win.
And Gojo Satoru once again thought, that being the strongest didnât really mean that much anymore because with his world in his hands, nothing else matters.
Epilogue
âYouâre so silly, why did you buy so many?â you grumbled at the sight of three different brands of cold medicine your husband displayed in front of you. âOne is enough, do you want me to overdose?â
Satoru snickered. âDonât blame me, blame your kid. Heâs the one picking all of them.â
You totally didnât get what he meant at all, but yeah, your husband was the silliest human ever and thatâs that.
âHey, donât you think itâs a bit smelly here?â Satoru suddenly asked, wearing a quizzical expression.
You took a sniff of the air, glancing at your baby blinking innocently and sitting calmly on your husband, and a realization struck you. âUh, Satoru...â
Following your gaze, as if sensing an omen, Satoru hastily scooped up his son, letting out a bewildered gasp as he felt a slight wetness where the baby had been sitting on him.
âDid he just poo on me?!â
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LIKE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN
â Sneaking around with your grandparentsâ ranch hand during the summer!
CW: x Fem!reader with she/her pronouns, starts with fluff and turns into smut, switch!Leon, dry humping, cowgirl, butterfly (i think thatâs the position name?), fingering, short hold the moan snippet, reader wears a sundress at one point, mention of a palm injury via a cut
WC: 1.8k
NOTE: written just for fun to entertain myself during an excruciatingly long car ride, sorry that itâs fast paced </3 title lyric is from âtulsa jesus freakâ also i tried my best at a southern accent for him okay
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You always complained whenever your parents sent you on your annual trip to your grandparentsâ place. Mosquitoes ran rampant and a prayer whilst holding hands was mandatory before every meal. Summer was supposed to be a break so you could be lazy in bed all day, but now you had to go help tend to the animals.
Sure, farm animals are cute and allâŚbut gushing over how adorable they are is much different from actually taking care of them. So much for that âCharlotteâs Webâ childhood dream of yours, none of the pigs are like Wilbur!
But you had a change of attitude when you went the summer after your freshman year of college. Upon your arrival, your suitcase was hauled by strong skin-kissed hands, like if your packed belongings weighed a mere pound.
Looking up, your eyes met irises that rivaled the beauty of the ocean.
Oh.
You almost had to physically lift your jaw back up to introduce yourself. Then you ran upstairs to bury your face into your pillow.
Leon Kennedy. Would his last name suit your first name? Or vice versa? Jesus.
That first summer was full of fleeting glances and flirtatious conversation. There was something romantic about being in a space far away from civilization. Like you were in your own little universe with him whenever the two of you snuck around. During dinners, you always nudged at his leg with your boot to mess with him, liking the way he cleared his throat to ward off a smile.
And maybe you relied on silly methods to see if your feelings for him were reciprocated.
Pluck.
He likes me.
Pluck.
He likes me not.
Pluck.
He likes me.
Pluck.
He likes me not.
Pluck. Last one.
He likes me!!!
Childish excitement coursed through you, an instantaneous smile on your face. You thanked Mother Nature for giving you the answer you wanted.
You also thanked the Sun every day for gifting freckles to Leon. One day, you held onto his face and tried to count them all. Squinting your eyes, you counted aloud, missing the way he looked at you with nothing but sweetness in his gaze.
The world around you was muted, as if the cows standing behind the fence had stopped mooing just for the sake of your concentration.
âSure this is gonna work? Listen, Iâve always been an optimistic fella butââ
âShh, youâre distracting me.â After a beat, you groaned. âFuck I lost count. Okay, hold still for real this time.â
âSure, doll.â Sheâs real cute, he thought to himself.
Or that one time when the Sunâs beams were too hot and made Leon take his hat off so he could pour a fresh bucket of water on his head. You felt so betrayed at the sight.
âYouâre shitting me!â
âWhat?â
âYour rootsâŚâ Not very polite, but you pointed at his hair. âI thought you were blonde. Like, born blonde.â
âSorry to disappoint.â He hid his amusement with a shrug, lowering his head to give you a better look. âHavenât had time to dye it.â
And of course, you owed the Moon some gratitude for being an audience member to a memory you cherished. If said memory could be physically stored, youâd keep it on a frame so you could rewatch the moment your relationship blossomed.
The confession came when two heartbeats aligned, two bodies snuggled against each other on top of the roof. Leon gazed at you as if you hung up the stars and moon that were beautifully assorted in the sky, the same ones he had admired all alone prior to you coming here. He never thought heâd have a pretty woman wanting to get to know him.
âThis is crazyâŚI can actually see the constellations out here.â Your words were a murmur, the glimmering dots above reflecting in your pupils.
âAnd ya couldnât back at home?â
âPfft. With all the pollution in the city? Not a chance.â
âYeah? Musâ be a special night for ya, then.â
It was. But not because of the view, rather, because of the handsome guy holding you close like you were his girlfriend.
âYeah, it is.â
A hat was placed onto your head. His hat.
You broke your admiration of the stars, turning to look at him instead. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, suddenly his hand was cupping the side of your face. His skin was scarred and calloused against yours, a physical manifestation of how different his lifestyle was from yours.
Books always made it seem like butterflies would be swarming in your stomach at moments like these. But you felt calm. This was fate, it was supposed to happen. And who were you to deny the universeâs pull and Cupidâs arrow?
Leon was a gentleman first and foremost. âCan IâŚ?â
âMhm.â
Your first kiss was witnessed by the moon.
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You kept in touch through letters. Leon was old fashioned, and very rarely did he pick up his cheap flip phone when you tried giving him a call. Something about his phone always being stored away, he hardly used the thing anyway. He already had the task of picking up the mail, so it wasnât like your grandpa or grandma would get it.
You didnât mind much. There was something endearing about sending letters, running to the mail like you were a dog fetching the weekly newspaper. It was hard to imagine his voice sometimes when reading his letters because he wrote all properly, it didnât match his accent.
âIâm sorry it took so long for me to send another letter. I accidentally cut my hand when fixing up a fence and it took a while to heal, it left a scar. Iâm okay though, promise. Just donât want you to think I forgot about you or anything like that. Your grandpa was real nice about it, he gave me some time off, heâs got a kind heart. And your grandma kept cooking up some soupâŚsaid it would help me heal quicker. Not sure if itâs true, but it left my stomach happy and that counts for something.
The entire time I was resting, I found myself thinking of you. Would you have patched my hand up if you were here? Kissed my pain away?
Every time I look at the moon, I wonder if you are too.â
You always traced over his handwriting with an unclicked pen before proceeding to leave a kiss mark on the corner of the page and putting it in your stored pile.
Summer became the highlight of your years. You actually packed cute clothes now, flowy sundresses and some matching undergarments you wouldnât mind Leon seeing. Of course, you also bought some riding gear, wanting to partake in his hobbies too.
The instant you were back at the farm and the two of you were alone, Leon grabbed you by the hips and pressed you up against the outdoor wall of the house, smiling at you all coyly.
âMissed ya. Shoulda jusâ stayed here with me.â
âThought you liked me for pursuing a higher education?â Your grin matched his. Maybe after you got your degree youâd join him more often.
âMhm.â God, that intellect of yours was sexy. He could listen to you ramble about your ambitions for ages. âWish that college of yers was nearby, though.â
âThat makes two of usâŚI missed you too, by the way.â Your lips inched closer to his. âA lot.â
His cheeks turned roseate, his heart thumping as fast as the hooves of a bronco at a rodeo. ââŚYeah?â
âDonât sound so unsure! Need me to show you?â
âIâd appreciate that, yâknow how I am.â Leon wasnât the most self assured, having been worried youâd find some college guy to get with.
All it took was some more sweet talking and daring touches on your end before he hoisted one of your legs up with your permission, the fabric of your dress lifting and bunching around your hips, the plush of your ass pressed against the weathered down paint of the walls.
He let you set the pace, keeping you steady as you bucked your hips against him, your panties soaking from the friction of his rough denim jeans. Your mouths clashed messily out of pent up desperation.
It didnât go farther than dry humping, though.
Leon made sure your first time with him was more planned out, not wanting it to be in some confined space or rushed. You rode him until dawn, your knees meeting the soft blanket he laid down against the grass with each roll of your hips.
âAh ah ah. Slow, sweetheart, slow.â He pleaded in a throaty voice, you were killing him, milking him over and over.
âFuckâŚokay.â You slowed your pace, your breaths mingling when you rested your forehead against his.
âThatâs it. Like that.â
And after that, there were more spontaneous times.
You wanted to get dicked down on your mattress so thatâs what Leon gave you, if only your bed wasnât so fucking squeaky. He had to put pillows behind your headboard.
âShhâŚgotta be quiet fâme.â His hand covered your mouth, muting the moans that almost spilled from your mouth.
Leon wouldnât live to see another day if his boss found his sweet granddaughterâs ankles hugging his neck and her toes all curled.
You ran your nails against his scalp, turning his hair into a mess, taking advantage of the fact he didnât have a hat indoors. He bit down on his lip harshly to prevent himself from groaning aloud. Yeah, he had to climb out your window after that.
You almost got caught once inside one of the rundown abandoned stalls that was in need of some fixing. You were sitting betweens Leonâs spread legs, his hand down your pants. His palm gently smacked your clit with every push of his fingers inside your cunt. Open-mouthed kisses grazed your neck, making you loll your head to the side.
If only your granddaddy hadnât interrupted.
âSon, ya in here?â Some incoherent grumbles before he got to the point, thankfully giving you some time to smack Leonâs hand away, snickering at the expression on his face â like he was about to be put six feet under. âNeed yer help with the pipe I was tellinâ ya about earlier.â
ââm on it.â Leon called out after pecking your lips, but there was a crack in his voice that left you silently giggling as he got up and wiped his fingers on his pants. He seemed so embarrassed, sparing you an apologetic glance and then tipping his hat down to hide his flustered expression from his boss.
But who knows, your grandparents adored Leon. One day heâd muster up the courage to tell them he was sweet on you, or maybe theyâd catch the two of you holding hands under the dinner table.
Either way, you were no mere summer fling, and he let that be known by adorning your finger with a shiny promise ring.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x fem reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy fluff#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut
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âď¸â seven minutes in heaven with fratboy!chris !
â everyone knows the basic rules of seven minutes in heaven; someone spins the bottle and whoever it lands on, the two go into a vacant closet for seven minutes and do whatever they want â preferably make-out or, for the frat boys, get a blowie or a handjob.
â fratboy!chris does not follow by these rules. at all. he makes up his own rules and nobody would dare to stop him.
â fratboy!chris is up next to spin the bottle â the other frat boys are cheering for him, clapping his back with sluggish grins. and the girls have their fingers crossed hidden between their legs, desperate to be picked.
â he spins the bottle fast, and it lands on some girl he's seen maybe once or twice; wearing a tight fitted top and a short skirt, her tits perky and ass round.
â fratboy!chris doesn't know her that well, and he doesn't want to know her â but she's definitely pretty, and she's excitingly getting up from the floor to go spend her rightfully earned seven minutes in heaven moment with him until
â ânah, i wan' her.â
â you're in the middle of a discussion with a friend when you notice that everyone is looking at you â why is everyone looking at you?
â your other friend harshly elbows you in the side to grab your attention, causing you to almost spill the red solo cup in your hand. when she gets your attention, she nodding in the opposite side of the room, giving you the reason why everyone is staring at you.
â fratboy!chris is staring at you and pointing with a grin, despite the bottle on the floor pointing in another direction.
â he speaks again, âi wan' her.â
â the pretty girl that was chosen is glaring evils at you from across the room, and you swallow thickly and avoid her eyes, staring up at fratboy!chris who is already making his way towards you.
â his fingers wrap around your bicep, hauling you up from your place with ease, causing you to almost trip over yourself if it wasn't for his hold.
â one of his frat brothers wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he reaches for the little closet door on the left, twisting the handle and opening it up for the two of you to go inside.
â but fratboy!chris has other plans; âwe're goin' to my room.â
â you are going where?
â you want to disappear immediately after seeing the looks people share around you. you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole â this is so embarrassing.
â you're not even playing the stupid little game. you were just an innocent bystander sitting in the corner of the room with your friends, vibing to the music with your drinks and conversating over different topics.
â the room is deathly quiet when fratboy!chris tugs you away by your arm, leading you out of the main toom and to his bedroom, not even allowing you to gather your thoughts as he's already pushing you down on his bed and crawling above you.
â his lips are hot on your neck, his hips pressed to yours.
â âi,â kiss âmissed,â kiss âyou.â
â you gulp nervously, âyou can't make up your own rules like this... this shouldn't be allowed!â
â fratboy!chris chuckles against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin as he positions himself between your legs comfortably.
â âwhy the fuck would i go in a closet with some random girl?â he asks, his teeth nibbling down on your skin, creating small indents on the surface. âwhile my girlfriend is right here lookin' beautiful in the dress that i fucked her in last night, huh?â
Š sturnioz
#Šsturnioz#chris sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets smut#â fratboy!chris
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Howâre You Just Chill With Jesus?
People underestimate how close Marvel can be to other religious figures. They just thought he was close to the Greek figures considering the fact he said was a Hellenistic pagan.
Marvel: âFlash! Hey, could you cover for me in Fawcett for a couple hours?â
Flash: *mid chew through a hotdog* âHuh- oh yeah. Sure. Something wrong?â
Marvel: âIâm heading up to heaven for a mini vacay slash work trip.â
Flash: âWait like the biblical heaven?â
Marvel: âYeah.â
Flash: âHave you seen my nana up there?â *takes another bite of his hotdog*
Marvel: âI donât know your nana, so I donât know.â *shrugs*
Flash: *zooms away before coming back with a photo of his nana*
Marvel: âOh yeah! She loves the mimosas I make.â
Flash: âYou make my nana mimosas?â
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GL: âHeyyyyy pal.â
Marvel: âHey, Hal. Whatdya want?â
GL: âNothing!â
Marvel: âYouâre doing that voice that says you want something.â
GL: âOkay fine. You see this guy?â *shows him a photo of his dad*
Marvel: âUh⌠yeah?â
GL: âCan you find out if heâs in heaven for me?â
Marvel: âWhy?â
GL: âI wanna know if my old man is doing alright.â
Marvel: âThatâs your dad?â
GL: âYup.â
Marvel: âUhâŚâ *takes photo* âI mean, I guess I could.â
GL: âThanks! Youâre the best!â
Marvel: âYour welcome? I guess I could use this to catch up with Jesus too.â
GL: âWait, youâre on like friend terms with Jesus himself?â
Marvel: âYesâŚ? Every now and then we sit down and talk about life and catch up.â
GL: âHuh.â
or
Marvel: â-So yeah! I gotta go now or Iâm gonna be late to my get together with Jesus.â
Reporter: âOh would you look at that? What a lovely way to say youâre going to church.â
Marvel: âNo, Iâm like actually gonna be late to see him if I donât go. Weâre trying out a new restaurant today.â
Reporter: âWhat.â
Marvel was shipped with Jesus for a hot second after that. People were also theorizing that he was an angel due to this closeness with Jesus. So add that to the list of theories as to what Marvel is.
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It may be a little stupid to ask this but
I was wondering if you could do Adam x seraphim fem reader? Which reader is high rank just like Sera and maybe Adam is very lovey dovey toward him and every time she popped out of nowhere and he just had a stupid simp look on his face
( it could be drabble but depend on your choice ^^)
A/N: not stupid at all! Iâm posting this one from my phone so I canât change the color of his name like I usually do, it wonât give me yellow. hope you enjoy!
Character: Adam
Type: Drabble (Adam x seraphim fem!reader)
Oh you were so fucking hot. Like, unfairly hot, Adam decided as he sipped on his straw. His cup was nearly empty, heâd have to get more to drink soon, but that was neither here nor there. That could wait. You were a seraphim, a high ranking one at that, so of course he noticed you. But it was like your mere existence demanded his attention.
He was vaguely aware he was staring, but honestly he couldnât help it. You usually didnât come around to this part of heaven, he noted, though it seemed that you had some sort of business with Sera and Emily, as the three of you were deep in a conversation he couldnât hear. A voice to his left, however, brought him back to reality.
âSir, weâre needed in the council room. Some of the teams were wanting to review our plans for this yearâs⌠events.â Lute, ever so diligently reminded him. She paused, the wry smile on her helmet grew as she nudged her commander before continuing more casually. âYou can drool over your seraphim later.â
This certainly got his attention.
âOh, shit, right. Yeah, let's get this over with.â Chancing one last look back at you, only to find that this time, you were looking back. You smile, offering a small wave as you watched him leave, doing your best not to giggle when he nearly tripped over his own robes.
The meeting, of course, had been boring as shit. Heâd be lying if he said he didnât nearly fall asleep a couple times. In truth, he couldnât care about strategy, that was more Luteâs forte. So long as he got to kill some of those demon assholes, he was happy.
But when they exited the council room he was surprised to find you waiting by the doors. Lute, however, merely smiled.
âIâll leave you two be.â Adam watched as his right hand left, an absolute betrayal. He wasnât ready yet! But he was Adam! First man! He could totally handle this.
âH-heeeey.â He tried, mentally kicking himself, though you didnât seem bothered whatsoever.
âHi.â A fond smile took to your lips that nearly made him melt. Shit, it had been a long time since he had been made to feel like this. âI couldnât help but notice you staring earlier. I thought I would wait to talk to you.â
Oh he was so fucked.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin headcanons#hazbin imagine#adam hazbin hotel#adam x reader
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large lime lemonade with a slice of starfruit for issei. reciprocated pining. getaway trip of team. just sexual tensionđđđź i thought so hard about this HSJDHWHDHWHH
Heatwave
word count: 1324 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.
pairing: Issei x chubby manager!Reader
genre: smut
warnings: mdni, nsfw
request: spicy heatwave with pining Issei, as manager, getaway trip with the team, sexual tension
Issei huffed in annoyance as he, not too gently, pulled the door close behind him.
At least out here in the living room it was pretty quiet. He hugged his pillow tighter to his chest and moved slowly through the dark room, eventually flopping down on the lumpy couch - what Kunimi lacked in conversational skills he surely made up for in snoring.
Issei groaned as he tried to get comfortable. It was so hot that even the air seemed too lazy to move. The large windows in the airbnb were all open, trying to entice a non-existing breeze to wander right in. Most of the boys had collectively decided to only sleep in boxers in this heat and he was no exception. If he were at home he would have slept naked in the bathtub but in a harrowing game of rock paper scissors he had lost that privilege to Iwa.
How their coach thought it was a smart idea to drive further into the countryside instead of heading for the sea was a mystery to him. Cicadas buzzed distantly in the night and since he wouldnât be able to sleep anyway until it cooled down, he decided to simply stare at the ceiling but that got boring fairly quickly. His eyes wandered through the dark and fell onto the door next to the kitchen. He wondered if you were asleep. On the long drive he had gotten extremely lucky when he was assigned the seat next to you - the coach thought that was safer than putting him next to Makki and they might get up to something. You as the manager could at least keep an eye on him, according to the coach. But in the end it was Issei who only stared at you. He sat by the window and somewhere along the halfway mark he had felt your head on his shoulder as you fell asleep. Not wanting to be obvious he focused on your reflection in the window and ignored the unbearable heat from the close contact. Your plush thighs spilled on the seat and pressed against his and he was certain this was what heaven felt like. He made sure not to shift too much and when the sun started to throw harsh glares on your face he tried to find an inconspicuous way to raise his arm to shield your eyes. Every so often he became braver and turned to look at you directly, his much taller statue allowing him to look down at you and (un)fortunately also your shirt. Were all your bras this pretty or did you wear this for a special occasion? He swallowed hard as he watched a drop of sweat trickle down from your temple, over your neck and disappear between your breasts. Unconsciously he licked his lips and swallowed again. His breathing became a little shallower and upon feeling a very familiar pull in his lower abdomen he averted his eyes with much determination and went back to gazing at your (more innocent) reflection.
Lying on the couch in the pitch darkness, Issei covered his eyes with his arm, thinking back to the feeling of your skin, hot and sweaty against his.
You didnât do well with heat. Your blanket lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, having been kicked off a long time ago. The other manager had already fallen asleep and was mumbling something. Tapping on your phone you checked the time. It was 1 in the morning. You sighed. Before checking into the housing you all had gone grocery shopping and stocked up on snacks, ice creams, meat and fruit for the long weekend ahead. Technically, they were all carefully calculated and rationed, but it wouldnât hurt if you had your designated popsicle tonight instead of tomorrow, right? And if all else failed you would just head to the convenience store to grab another one. You felt your tank top cling to your skin when you got out of bed and shuffled into the slippers. You sighed when the cool air of the freezer gave you a short burst of relief and picked out your favorite. Munching happily, you savored the cold on your tongue and wanted to head back to your room when you heard a noise. It sounded like⌠breathing. Panting. But the guys had only joked when they said the house was haunted, didnât they?
You were definitely not a âfinal girlâ, you thought. Why would go towards the weird sound!? Then you spotted Issei.
âY/n.â
At first you thought he had heard you approach and was happy to see you, but the quiet panting and smallest whimpers didnât fit.
You stood in the doorway between the hall and living room for a second or two. He was laying on the couch, as expected, his head leaned back into the pillow and his hand-
A shockwave went through your body. You couldnât move.
âJust like that, sweet girlâŚâ, he whispered, followed by some Japanese cursing you had never heard before.
You couldnât stop staring. You should announce yourself or turn to leave him alone butâŚ
The popsicle in your mouth felt different now, even though the size didnât nearly match. So all that overheard locker room talk was true, you thought stupidly as you watched Issei run his hand up and down on his huge cock. He moaned your name again and you stared in awe when you saw him twitch in the faint moonlight.
The popsicle in your mouth threatened to drip onto your fingers so you slurped without thinking. Issei shot up at the noise and even in the near perfect darkness you could see his eyes widen.
âIâm so sorry!â, he spoke softly but urgently.
He fumbled with the waistband of his boxers but it was quite difficult to contain all of him.
âYou can⌠I mean, could you⌠continue?â, you heard yourself say, the popsicle still pressed to your lips, your eyes never left his bulge.
Isseiâs breath hitched.
After a moment's thought he asked quietly, âCan you step a bit closer? Into the light?â. His hand already moved back to where it should be.
You shuffled forward a little into the patch of moonbeam and looked at him.
âIs it alright, if you stay there? Where I can see you.â
You nodded and then watched as he pushed his boxers down again, freeing his cock a second time. You were curious if you could fit your pudgy fingers even around his length at all.
âYou were thinking about me?â, you asked softly when he began to stroke himself again.
He nodded.
âYou think Iâm pretty?â, you mumbled into your popsicle.
âNngh, gorgeous.â, he panted.
âWhat were you thinking about me?â, you asked almost too innocently to sound genuinely curious.
âWhat it would feel like to touch you.â, he pressed out between labored breaths, âWhat it would taste like if I kissed you.â
His hand twisted around his glistening head and he had to suppress a loud moan when you slurped up new dribblings from your popsicle.
âIs that all?â, you continued, meeting his eyes again.
âWhat you would look like underneath meâŚâ, he admitted quietly, âOr bent over in the showers.â
You rubbed your thick thighs together. Of course he noticed. His movements became faster.
âWhat you would sound like if ⌠I were inside you.â
âWhat would you do if you were inside me?â, you said, your voice almost too quiet for him to hear over the sound of his hand.
âIâd fill you up, if youâd let me.â, he breathed.
âThen cum for me.â, you whispered and thick spurts of white painted his toned chest and stomach.
âWho is talking out here?â One of the bedroom doors opened and Oikawa poked his head out, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He only caught a glimpse of the girlsâ door closing and pretended to believe his friendâs fake snores.
a/n: since I know spicy heatwave with Issei was on your mind for weeeeeeks, I just had to get to it first. I hope this was sort of what you hoped for đ
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Do you think Angel Dust is so used to the sexualization and feminization of his body (like people calling him sexy, pretty, hot, beautiful, gorgeous, etc.) that when Husk finally does compliment him and calls him handsome, Angel just fucking melts đŤ đ Like Angel comes out in a new suit fitted to his androgynous taste with heels and makeup and jewelry and he playfully twirls and asks Husk "How do I look baby?" And without missing a beat, with the goofiest love sick look on his face Husk replies "Very handsome, darling." Angel fully malfunctions, tripping over himself, and bright pink in the face.
Or like he's lounging around in his room in comfy clothes and Husk just looks at him all moony eyes and soft and Angel, a bit self conscious, demands "what the fuck are you starring at?" And Husk just smiles and shrugs and tells him "I don't know, I just...like looking at you. You're really adorable." And Angel has to hold back a squeal or perhaps its a squeak or some other embarrassing noise because nobody has called him "adorable" since he was a child.
Or perhaps they're out running errands for Charlie and suddenly get jumped by some gang; They kick ass obviously. Both coming out a little bruised and bloody but overall victorious, and Husk is looking at him again with that painfully adoring look that Angel still can't get used to. And Angel is pink in the face again, side eyeing the bar cat, asking: "Yeah?" "You're amazing, you know that." Husk said it so casually, so sweetly, so full of love that Angel had no other option but to kiss him.
Because what else was there to do? Like Husk just says shit like this to him and expects him to act normal?! How the hell was Angel supposed to maintain his composure when Husk kept looking at him like he was heaven itself?!!?? What was Angel supposed to do, not kiss the grumpy cat man breathless??? Like come on! đ¤đđđ¤
#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#bunny talks#hazbin hotel husk#angel dust hazbin hotel#huskerdust headcanons#hazbin hotel headcanon#i love them đđ#they make each other soft đ#husk would be the biggest simp i just know it#he's like so down bad đ¤Łđ#angel is too but he's not as good with words so he just smothers his kitty in kisses
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Can you do 100 from the smut prompt list with Peter (Dark Phoenix version) but can you make it where the reader is his wife and he still is gentle and loving with her.
I really want to see how you would write a more romantic Peter
Pancakes
peter maximoff x reader smut
warnings: shameless smut, domestic, married couple, cock warming, risky sex, creampie, implied/referenced breeding
word count: 2,762
a/n: this one's for you, purple cat !! apologies, i'm rusty with my writing and characterization right now. probably will be for a while. sorry the ending's so abrupt !!
Peter races ceaselessly back and forth. Like a fast paced pendulum in full swing, he juggles his two most demanding responsibilities. The X-Men and teaching. His multiple jobs and total lack of free time are some of the many downsides of being a grown ass adult. He doesnât wanna complain too much though, since the work is definitely rewarding overall. Like foâ sho, heâs not gonna deny the perks.
But even with those sweet positives - making both money, and a name for himself; your superhero husband rarely has time for you anymore.
Peter hopes youâll forgive him. Again. As he ambles into your shared room after another heinously long day, his body is littered in scrapes and bruises. Echoes of battles won. The wounds will surely heal by next morning. You know this as well as you know him. But you still insist on patching him up anyway, after Beastieâs already taken care of him twice over. Youâre just so damn doting. It makes Peter feel even worse for waving you off.
He guarantees you a quick peck on the lips and a âlove you, gorgeous.â Before he finally succumbs to mental fatigue. A tired fog of exhaustion beckons him to collapse into bed. You beg Peter to stay up a bit longer. An hour, at least. But just as you get a word in, heâs already conked out. Snoring away.
Within three hours, he wakes. You sleep soundly next to him. Snug as a lil bug. Peter presses a loving smooch to your sleepy head. Ruffling your hair, he bolts out the door promptly after.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Every day. For months on end. His schedule never seems to align with yours.
Peter misses you so bad. He misses spending time with you. Laughing together. Cuddling for brief instances, cuz he can never sit still long enough for it to last. He misses making small talk. Only to glance at the clock and find hours unknowingly passed. Peter longs to take you on spontaneous trips across the country again, trying pancakes at every small town diner he can find.
And to put it bluntly - he desperately yearns to make love again. To you. His smokinâ hot wife - Mrs. Maximoff - and no one else. After months of pent-up frustration, heâs about ready to burst at the seams. It physically pains him when he remembers how often the two of you used to bone. So many times a day. Every day.
Peter still wonders if his speedy swimmers are even worth a damn. With all the raw, passionate sex he had with you - itâs a miracle you never followed the Maximoff family trend of carrying twins.
He even misses the more shameful moments shared with you. Like the times he surprised you with truckloads of gifts, spoiling you rotten - after he forgot your anniversary. Again. And again and again and- âŚhey, he warned you, long before the two of you ever got married. Peter isnât the most reliable lover. Heâs never been âboyfriend material,â as they say. And he knows now, better than ever; he most definitely isnât âhusband material" either.
But he really does love you. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. About as much as he loves Wanda. Which is an astronomical amount of love, if he's being honest. And if he were born with some reality-warping mutation instead, Peter would move the heavens and Earth just to make you happy.
Times are tough for mutants these days, though. Thereâs still so much work to be done. Classes to teach. Rights to fight for. People to save. No shortage of those.
You know he isnât to blame for his absence. And he knows you know it. But still...it just...it sucks! He needs to be there for you, as much as you wanna be there for him.
And when the X-family comes together on a Friday night for a much needed break - more than anything in the world, Peter looks forward to spending every second with you. As soon as you walk into the lounge room, Peter pulls you straight into his arms. Youâre wearing a tasteful dress you picked out just for him. It makes you look like a goddamn knockout. But all he wants is to tear it off you and press his bare body against yours. To feel your soft, luscious skin get sweatier under the natural, burning heat of his own.
The team play a few board games together, sharing drinks, gorging on Remyâs best gumbo. Peter gets a slap on the wrist with a ladle, after Lebeau catches him sneaking a third bowl - before anyone else even has their first.
Itâs an easygoing, chillaxed affair. And throughout the night, your silver fox husband keeps you close like a magnet. Attached at the hip. Heâs uncharacteristically clingy, touching you as much as youâll allow in a sociable space. Calloused hands tenderly graze your skin as he offers to hold your drink. Peterâs fingers splay against your lower back, curling in, drawing affectionate circles.
You make your rounds and mingle with the family. Peter follows you around like a lost dog in need of attention. He keeps an arm wrapped around your waist, taking every opportunity to secretly grope your ass. You sneak him a few wary glances. Wordless warnings. Bringing his drink to his lips, the fine lines of Peterâs dimples pull in a lazy grin. He averts his gaze elsewhere.
Once more, his impulsivity earns him a slap on the wrist. Not from Remy this time. But from you. Peter takes your subtle scolding as a challenge. Leaning closely into your vicinity, he mutters.
âOh, it is so on.â
âDonât you dare!â You whisper back, squealing after he gives you a light smack on your ass.
His teasing continues without warning.
You chat with the team, visibly tensing as Peter pulls a nonexistent strand of lint from your dress. His hot touch lingers dangerously close to your cleavage. You canât help but blush. The warmth in your cheeks races across your skin, creeping through your supple bust. Left speechless, your words falter on your tongue. Peter carries the conversation for you with minimal effort, flaunting aloof charisma.
He cracks a poorly timed joke and it fails to land. Feigning his embarrassment, he hides his face in the fragrant crook of your neck. His teammates tease him for it. But what they donât know is, itâs all a theatrical ruse. They donât see the way his teeth nip your flesh before he pulls away.
During an innocent game of UNO, your husbandâs lidded gaze leers at you from across the carpeted floor. Peterâs dark hues make a short gesture to the dip between your legs. Biting his lip, he meets your eyes again with a frisky look. You know that look all too well. Again, you blush profusely. Logan catches him in the act as he wiggles his silver brows. But the old timer makes no comment, shaking his head with a smirk.
The team later settles down for a movie. Taking their respective spots in front of the TV, snacks in hand, they all lounge around. Peter steals a cozy spot on one of the sofas. He leaves a space for you next to him. Bouncing a knee restlessly, he cooks up a number of sneaky ways he can tease you. But his plans are all tossed to the wind once you scooch your way between the couch and the coffee table.
You shimmy your ample ass in front of him. Is it intentional? Unintentional? You naughty, little minx. His virile gaze falls to your tush, so full and grabbable in your dress. In a split second, he grabs your waist and inches you back into the warm familiarity of his lap. Your body relaxes, your back against his chest.
Finally, at last, Peter cuddles his wife again.
And heâs content with doing so for all of one minute.
His knee continues to bounce underneath you. With your hands joined together in your lap, his fingers absentmindedly play with your wedding ring. Steering his attention from Jurassic Park, Peter brings a hand to your chin. In the darkness, the televisionâs light illuminates all of your best features. Youâre stunning. He really can't help himself. Peter pulls you in for some modest lip action. Careful not to catch anyoneâs attention. The fingers of his opposite hand tease the back of your neck, igniting patterns of goose flesh.
âAw, you cold?â Peterâs affectionate voice hitches, seemingly innocent.
He doesnât wait for an answer. Peter vanishes and returns in a fwip, draping a thick blanket over the two of you once he returns. Showing gratitude, you peck his cheek with a soft kiss. Cute. Your mischievous husband almost laughs. He adores how naive and sweet you are. Oblivious to his schemes after five years of a marriage, and a decade of familiarity. Peter makes a few adjustments. Playing it off like heâs covering you for warmth.
You sink into him again with a fond smile on your lips.
An adoring smile that instantly falls, lips parting, exhaling a breathless gasp.
Peter trails fiery fingertips along your inner thigh and up your dress skirt. His hooded gaze stays hard locked on the movie, faking interest in Jeff Goldblumâs incoherent mumblings. Blissful buzzes resound faintly against the fabric of your panties. Peterâs grin stretches impishly again when you jolt as a response. Your clit pulses under flush pressure, making you squirm in his lap.
Confession time: your husbandâs on a mission to make you as wet as possible, in as little time as possible.
The pads of his warm digits draw lower and push into damp fabric. Youâre already soaking yourself silly.
âFeel that? How wet you are? Mustâve really missed me, huh?â Peter breathes silently with his nose in your neck, getting high off your familiar scent. His lips press a chaste kiss to your skin. A husky chuckle blooms in his throat, âMissed you too. Missed this. So fuckin' much.â
His name teeters off your lips in a confused whimper, barely audible. Sneaking your damp panties to the side, Peterâs thick digits breach your lonesome pussy folds. After being deprived of you for so ungodly long, the feel of your wet lust hardens him all at once. His fingers play a little game of tunnel diving, prodding your lush insides. Peter adjusts his position on the sofa by a smidgen. Silent curses tickle your temple. His girth bulges against your ass.
âThe fuck do you think youâre doing?!â You huff under your breath, frantically scanning the room as he shifts again.
Peterâs digits curl so deliciously deep inside you, whirring like a silent vibrator, making your cunt spill leaky love. His breathy lips loom close to your ear.
âHmm? Gunna try somethinâ risky. Youâll be quiet for me, wonât you, baby? Donât want âem catchinâ on.âÂ
âHoney, no-â
âShhh. Shhh. Shhh. Just go with the motions. Trust me. Itâll be so fun. I know you wanna.â
Peter uses speedster precision to pull his flush dick discreetly from his jeans. Poor guyâs so homesick, heâs crying - leaking precum, throbbing as Peter nudges him into your plush heat. Itâs an awkward angle at first. But Peter guides you through it with more hushed whispers. The blanket acts as a veil of innocence, draped over your connected bodies. Peter urges your hips to sink lower. You choke on your own mewls as he scarcely ruptures your precious tunnel.
âTell me if it hurts, âkay?â He coos through an easy tone, parting his lips against the shell of your ear.
A subtle hitch of his hips does the rest of the work for you. Biting his tongue, Peter curls his brows inward. Your slick walls envelop his length all at once. Smooth, shuddery tightness compresses his cock and sets his nerves ablaze. Your husband peppers your temple in heedless kisses, letting throaty grunts slip in between each one. His pulsing cock keeps your walls pried open. Snug, safe, secure, and buried to the hilt.
Peter doesnât move, and neither do you. One of his hands digs nails into your hips over your dress, keeping you cemented on his lap. Heâs torturing himself, fighting his own relentless impatience in an attempt to stay perfectly still. And itâs taking every microscopic ounce of willpower not to pound you senseless. Peter covers his face with a palm. His dark, lust-blown eyes peer through lazy fingers at the TV.
Heâs six inches deep in his wife right now, and not a soul in the room has any clue.
Clearing his throat and acting casual, Peter shifts his hips again. His fat tip prods your cervix with a weepy kiss. Like a promise to stuff you full of something special. He sneaks a careful hand between your legs. His wedding ring settles over your bush, cool to the touch. The rough pads of his fingers vibrate more intensely than before, winding into your twitchy clit. Coaxing you to break. You tremble in his lap, knees flying inward, knocking together hard enough to bruise.
Peterâs eyes roll back in his skull as your sticky walls seize tightly around his snug dick.
âAh, fuck me.â He groans into your hair.
He canât stop himself from knocking his hips upward every few minutes. Burrowing his buzzing thickness deeper, Peter splits you open, impaling your poor pussy. His genes imbue his body with primal frustration. Hiking the intensity of your hot bliss, his digits toy with your clit. Your breaths grow more sparse and shallow, as you blink tears from the corners of your eyes.
âPietro, honey, please-"
He hitches his next breath. Reeling his ass into the couch cushions, Peter makes an abrupt retreat before ramming his cock into your womb. His inky gaze widens tenfold as your pussy swells, squeezing his dick tight enough to lock him in your hot channel forever. His lashes flutter. Going cross eyed, Peter feels his weighty balls tense under denim.
His hand darts up from your hip, clamping over your mouth in a flash. Peter pulls you hard against him, your back flush with his heaving chest as you cum. Youâre so fucking lucky the movie transitions into a particularly loud scene. The shrill roar of Jurassic Park dinosaurs plays like a perfectly timed miracle. Concealing your muffled squeals of ecstasy.
The slippery contractions of your orgasm send him into the stratosphere. Your pussy creams hard on your husbandâs whirring cock, and his pent-up longing comes crashing in bombastic waves. As covertly as he can, under the thick heat of the blanket; Peter repeatedly thrusts into your lush pussy. Slowly - so as not to catch anyoneâs attention.Â
Itâs both the most hellish, and thrilling sexual experience of his near-middle aged years. He bites his lip so hard he draws blood. Peterâs brows fly up, following an expression of pure vulnerability. Thick, endless pools of white, syrupy heat flood your pussy, gushing in streaks and leaking down his vascular dick.
Peter takes a two second pause to catch his breath, unusually winded from such a scandalously intimate experience. With his nose buried in your hair, his lips pepper your head in soft kisses. Bringing his fist to his mouth, Peter clears his throat again.
âUhm, g-great party, guys! Love you! Weâre gonna bounce. Gânight!â
The two of you disappear in a blur, leaving the blanket fluttering in the air.
Back in your shared room, your ever-insatiable husband drills you raw again and again. Spilling thick, sticky load after load - like heâs really trying his damndest to knock you up. You lose track of how many times you reach ecstasy. Peter tells you heâs making up for lost time. By the end of it all, your limp, naked body lies loosely in his arms. Running his fingers through your hair, he catches himself staring at the ceiling with a big, dumb smile on his face.
Saturday morning, Peter channels his inner, teenage self. Recalling his notorious streak of high school ditch-days, much to his motherâs dismay. He decidesâŚah, screw it. If Chuck needs him, he can just reach out via telepathic communication. Peter bails on his responsibilities to take you out for pancakes. At a family owned diner in some nowhere town, far away from any sinister villains.
You sit across from him at the booth, leaning tiredly over your breakfast. He can tell your body aches just by looking at you. Bones rigid. Legs sore. Hair unkempt. Makeup smeared.Â
Youâre goddamn beautiful.
#not a fan of this one but i hope yall get a kick out of it !!#peter maximoff x y/n#peter maximoff x you#peter maximoff x reader#smut drabble#peter maximoff#txt
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hey!! popping in to say stay the morning was just đ§ââď¸perfect. cld i request for some boyfriend ceo cheol hcs? <3 cant get enough of that trope omg.
LOVE UR WORK SM BAE
heya! thank you so much for the nice words! and sure i can, it would be my pleasuređŤś
CEO! Seungcheol Boyfriend Headcanons:
⢠(sfw headcanons)
met you at some fancy dinner that you were accompanying your friend to, literally saw you across the room and couldnât look away, literally stopped listening to whoever it was that he was talking to, said a brief âexcuse meâ before he immediately approached you to ask you for your name, the rest is historyâ¤ď¸
boyfriend or a sugar daddy? well- both actually. he literally gets mad if you even dare to think about paying for something with your own money, his black card has its first and foremost place in your wallet so you better be using it
although he indulges in buying you expensive and extravagant presents, cheol is actually all about small actions of affection. randomly ordering you food while you are at work, sending you flowers, tying your shoes when they come undone, holding your hand while you walk down the stairs in heels to make sure you donât fall-he does it all and does it without even having to think twice about it, thatâs how much he loves and adores you
has his kitchen filled to the brim with all the sweets and treats that you absolutely love, you definitely will put on a bit of a healthy relationship weight when you start dating him
never lets you drive to his place, always either picks you up himself or has his driver pick you up, not because he thinks you canât but because heâd rather not risk it and just because he thinks it isnât necessary, his princess shouldnât be doing anything except look pretty and give him tons of kissesâ¤ď¸
definitely books and pays for all the activities you have always wanted to try like your dream concerts, sky diving (if you are into dying like that lolđ) etc- just anything to make his girl happy
didnât even ask you to move in officially, he just hung an extra key to your keychains, started insisting that you stay the night (every night actually) and eventuallyâŚyour place was empty and his place was filled with your things and that made him so so happyâ¤ď¸
behind the cold and moody persona he puts up as a cover is the clingiest, babiest boyfie seungcheolie ever :(( will text you all the time, asking when you will be back so you can cuddle him, âits been so long since you cuddled him last :(â (its been 3 hoursâŚ.)
is absolutely miserable when he has to go away for some business trips, literally counts the days until he comes back home to youâ¤ď¸
⢠(nsfw! headcanons)
definitely provider both in and outside the bedroom, he will always put your pleasure first, refuses for his bedroom life to be just something quick and simple, will always spend hours just making love to you until he knows that you are 100% satisfied
LOVES spending his money on lingerie and expensive jewellery for you to wear in bed, he thinks thereâs nothing hotter than you clad in red lacy lingerie and with rubies hanging from your ears and neck, he finds it so hot that HE was the one to buy all of that and finds it even hotter that HE is the only one who has the privilege to take it all off (read: rip it all off)
possessive as fuck, is always asking you âwho is my good girl?, on nights where he is jealous and feeling pissed might even let the words âwho do you belong to?â slip out, but like not in a misogynistic and egotistical way, but more so in a âi canât live without you in my life so i need you to remind me that you will want to be with me forever :(â way
doesnât want to risk it with shower sex because you almost slipped and fell one time and gave him a mini heart attack, bathtub sex however? lets just say he always has to clean up the water that has splashed outside the bathtub while you rode him to the point he saw heaven
not really into bondage but loves to restrict your movement with his hands alone, gets him off knowing heâs strong enough to manhandle you in ways he desires
loves your ass more than anything else in the world, his favourite position is 100% doggy or fucking you in front of a mirror with your back turned towards him so he can see both your face and your ass
big on leaving hickeys all over your body, he just wants to mark what is his so everyone can know to back. the fuck. off. of his girl (loves it when you do it to him too, he just wants the whole world to know that you two are each otherâs person, even if itâs because of the hickeys littered all over his collarbones
low-key into voyeurism, likes the danger of being discovered (and getting into a scandal apparently smh bro doesnât care about his public image heâs just thinking with his dick)
i said it once and i will say it again- my man has a praise kink and thatâs the end of it, he just loves reassuring you and praising you how good you are doing and how good of a girl you are being for him, would never call you the b-word, you are his princess, his baby, notâŚthat word :(( (well unless you insist to-)
thats all i got for nowđ hope that you like it! love you mwahđ
#seventeen#svt#svt x reader#fypăˇ#tumblr fyp#fypage#scoups#choi seungcheol#scoups x reader#svt smut#smut
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Kento Nanami [Masterlist]
[*indicates NSFW]
Series
A Bento For Kento - â¨COMPLETEâ¨
The Apple of His Eye - â¨COMPLETEâ¨
Sweet Like Honey* - â¨COMPLETEâ¨
past lives - â¨COMPLETEâ¨
Drabbles & Imagines
He Adores You
When You're Drunk
Coworker Nanami
When You're Sick
Calling for Backup
Pillow Fort
Weddings
Hot Chocolate
Everywhere
Drunk in Love
From the Start
Valentine
Love Like You
PDA Part 1*
PDA Part 2*
Before a Business Trip*
What You Need*
When He's Mean*
When He Scowls*
Giving You a Massage*
Trying to Make a Baby*
Insatiable*
Dry Humping*
When He Gets Jealous*
His Watch*
Fucking Him Stupid*
Vacation Mode*
Touch Starved*
Being Rough With You*
When You Go Out Dancing*
Just One More*
Fortunate*
Craving Dessert*
Ugly Sweater*
Company Holiday Party*
Mirror Sex*
Distraction*
One-Shots
Afternoon in Heaven*
The Perfect Remedy*
Out of Time Part 1
Out of Time Part 2*
Business Trip*
Catching You Doing Something Naughty*
Leaving Him a Voicemail*
Teach Me, Senpai! - [Ino x f!reader x Nanami]*
Eggplant Parmesan*
A Helping Hand*
Requests
When You're on Your Period
Craving a Danish*
Daddy Issues*
Froggy Scrunchy
Moles*
Foot Fetish*
Sock Fetish*
Willy Warmer
First-born
Sundress for His Birthday*
husband!Nanami - Daddy Issues*
Having a Creative Partner
Calling Him "Pretty Boy"
Playing Cat and Mouse
Cherry Tomatoes
y2k karaoke party
"Sk8er Boi" by Avril Lavigne
"Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado*
"Work Song" by Hozier
"Love Never Felt So Good" by Michael Jackson
"Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer
"Glamorous" by Fergie*
Most of my work is explicit and NSFW, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission.
#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami smut#nanami kento smut#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#nanami masterlist#jujutsu kaisen
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what about like a paige x reader like they met on vacation somewhere during a break and then they hooked up or something thinking they would never see eachother again but turns out reader is the new uconnwbb team manager
Naked in Manhattan . PB
pairing: paige bueckers x reader
synopsis: you were devastated to face the reality that youâd never get to see your one night stand while on vacation, but maybe the universe has other plans for you
new crush
high school love again
it was finally spring break. no more midterms or study sessions to worry about, just your feet in the sand and a drink in your hand. you and your roommates had planned a small trip to california to celebrate the hard work youâd all put in for the semester. nothing too extravagant, just a quaint beach house right off the coast to let all of your worries wash away.
it was beautiful, just big enough for the 4 of you. when you had arrived you were practically planning out everything you would be doing. a week of doing nothing but sitting on a soft towel, bathing in the sun, listening to the waves crash while you read your book sounded like heaven.
but your roommates had other plans for you. they had heard about a âbeach bro partyâ, whatever the hell that was, that a local fraternity was throwing. anyone and every was was apparently invited. the second the raggedy flyer hit the cool marble counter tops of your air b&b, you knew any plans of relaxation were gone.
so there you were on your second night of vacation, crammed into the single bathroom with your roommates, doing your makeup and hair for this dumb party. if it werenât for the girls begging you to come, you truly would have stayed behind. but they were too convincing and now you were here, shoving your boobs into the most uncomfortable bra known to man and dousing yourself in perfume.
after about 30 minutes at the frat party you were about ready to call it quits. the drinks were absolutely foul (you were sure it was straight acid) and the lights and heavy music were giving you a blaring headache. spring break was starting to feel less and less fun as you pretended to enjoy whatever the hell was going on in that house. you didnât know anyone, your roommates had ditched you for some random frat guys, and you didnât have the keys to get back home. in hopes that you could wait it out, you snuck off into a corner of the house, taking a seat on the cigarette smoke infused sofa.
you tried to distract yourself until at least one of your roommates was finished fucking around with a guy so you could leave. closing your eyes, fiddling with the frayed threads of your shorts, scrolling on your phone, nothing helped to kill the boredom. you were about ready to stand up and drag your friends out the door yourself until someone approached the couch, taking a seat next to you.
she had a drink in hand, half empty, still laughing about something someone shouted across the room. she was tall, blonde, and if you were being honest, smoking hot. you glanced at her briefly to try and study her face, trying not to make it too obvious. her hair was pulled back into a flattering ponytail, body clad in a black tshirt and jeans, teeth a sparkling white as you watched her smile and laugh. she was definitely your type.
but eventually, your stares began to linger a little bit too long and she caught you. her eyes meeting with yours just before you could turn away.
âyou good?â she asked, setting her drink down the on coffee table.
âhm?â you asked, trying to sound oblivious âyea iâm fineâ
âare you sure, cause you keep looking over hereâ
âi donât know what youâre talking aboutâ you felt her gaze linger on you, too nervous to make eye contact with her.
âyea,â she laughed, scoffing under her breath âsure you donâtâ
âiâm serious, i think youâre a bit drunk cause i genuinely donâtâ
âwell iâm sober enough to know that you keep staring at me when im not looking sooooâ
âwhy would i being staring at you, huh?â you retorted âa bit full of yourself?â
âmaybe itâs because, i donât know, you see something you like?â now she was just fucking with you. she had this stupid, lopsided grin on her face as she watched your jaw drop in offense.
âoh pleaseâ
âi donât know,â she said âyou hesitated there, think iâm rightâ
you resisted rolling your eyes âand so what? god forbid i look at an attractive woman? my badâ
âso you admit then?â she questioned âthatâs why you were staring?â
âif that makes you feel better? then sure, yes thatâs why i was staringâ you bit your lip and watched as her tongue darted between her teeth, swiping her bottom lip. she eyed you up and down, eyes darkening.
âit actually doesâ she scooted closer to you, arm extending past you to lay across the back of the couch âwhatâs your name?â
ââŚYNâ your breathe caught in your throat as her thigh came in contact with yours. âyou?â
âpaigeâ
The rush of slumber party kissing
somewhere in between the banter and the alcohol, paigeâs tongue found its way down your throat. she had so politely invited you upstairs while her hands were already making their way up you shirt. you obliged and followed her upstairs to some abandoned bedroom while you tried to ignore the aching feeling between your legs.
the door gently clicked behind you as you shut it. when you turned around, paige was already pressing you against the wall. her lips finding their way to your neck and sucking lightly at the smooth skin. you audibly moaned, fingers automatically diving into her scalp and tugging lightly at her blonde locks.
you shuddered when you felt her fingers against the skin of your abdomen again, creeping their way up your shirt like they had previously. she stopped at the bottom of your bra as she pulled away from your neck.
âthis ok?â she asked.
you hummed in response, nodding your head violently, taking her face in your hands to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. with little hesitation, she was already pulling your top over your head and unclasping your bra, hands desperately squeezing at your breasts as she backed you up towards the bed.
with lips still attached, the back of your knees hit the foot of the bed causing you to fall onto your back gently. paige followed and climbed atop your body, not letting her hands off of you.
out of breathe and wanting more, you pulled away, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. âcan i?â
she didnât need to hear anymore. the black piece of fabric was already being thrown to the floor, revealing her sports bra which you also tore off her. what a lovely sight to see, you thought.
not long after, both of your pants were discarded, then your panties, and then her boxers. she planted wet kisses down your abdomen, throwing your legs over her shoulders as she made herself comfortable between your thighs.
âis this crazy?â you panted. you managed to bite back a moan of pleasure to look down at her, seeing her look up at you with eyes blown with lust.
âmaybe a littleâ she said âbut i canât help myselfâ
Don't touch, I'll never cross the line
So I pushed you down a million times
waves crashed against the shore outside, chatter of people walking by slithered past the window of this foreign room you were in. your head was throbbing as you rose from your slumber, you definitely had too much to drink.
shuffling sounded from the other side of the room, causing you to fully wake. you looked over, pulling up the sheets above your bare body, to see paige was already awake. she was almost completely dressed, buttoning up her pants and lacing up her sneakers.
âwas i that bad?â
her head snapped in your direction, startled to hear your voice. part of her wanted you to say it again, liking the way the it groveled from the early hours of the morning.
ânoâ she laughed, offering a smile âyou were amazing actuallyâ
âyou werenât too bad yourselfâ
she was beginning to look around for her keys and wallet, seemingly ignoring you as you remained in bed, still naked and vulnerable.
your brain was screaming at you, begging you to call out to her. part of you wanted to ask for her number, ask for her to stay with you. but the other part of you knew what this was, this wasnât a date or anything serious. sure, you had developed a liking to paige over the course of the night you spent together. how could you not? she absolutely worshipped you, made you erupt with pleasure, was so sweet to you. this wasnât something you wanted to let go. but it was unrealistic, you lived miles away from here in another state and paige most definitely had her own things to worry about. pursuing her was not in your cards.
so you kept your mouth shut, watching her shove her keys into her pocket. you assumed sheâd just walk out, mutter a goodbye and leave, but she paused and turned to you.
âi-uh, donât normally do things like thatâ she said, trying not to look at the outline of your body beneath the duvet âbut i wanted to say thanks. i know that thatâs cringe, but itâs true. you wereâŚunforgettableâ
you could tell she was going through the same thing. mind swamped with conflicting emotions, wanting to stay to see how this played out but also forcing herself to be realistic.
âyou tooâ you gave her a bittersweet smile.
she just nodded at you before heading to the door, fingers wrapping around the cold metal handle.
âbye, YNâ
âbye, paigeâ
and just like that, she was gone. maybe in another lifetime youâd get more time.
I'd love if you knew you were on my mind
Constant like cicadas in the summertime
every since that morning, paige had invaded your thoughts. the remaining time you had on vacation was spent obsessing over what could have been, what might have happened if you just asked for her number. spring break didnât even seem fun anymore. you didnât join your friends as they explored the shops in the city or attend anymore parties they managed to scope out. instead you went to the beach, like you originally intended, letting your mind wander as you listened to the ocean. something in you wished that the nagging feeling would eventually go away.
it never did though. even after break was long over, all of you heading home and resuming your schoolwork, she was still on your mind. it made it difficult to do anything. getting homework done, attending lectures, going out on weekends. it was useless because all you could think about was paige. your heart ached as daydreams of her consumed you.
back at UCONN you were doing your best to keep motivated. trying to rid your mind of a foolish dream that you knew was never going to come true. you tried joining clubs and making new friends just to distract yourself. you had even gone so far as to get a new job for the university, taking on the position as the assist team manager for their womenâs basketball team. it was a perfect match: you, someone with a general liking and background for basketball who needed to get her life back in order, and a team who was thriving and needed all the help they could get.
Boys suck and girls I've never tried
And we both know we're getting drunk tonight
you woke up at 6:00 am on the dot. it was going to be your first day on the job and you wouldnât be caught looking unpresentable, so you made sure to give yourself time to get ready.
it was a lovely day as you stepped outside of your apartment building. birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the traffic was light enough that it didnât give you a migraine. you made the decision to walk to work, let your thoughts dissipate as you tried to enjoy a relaxing morning.
the walk, like you had hoped, was freeing. you didnât feel as anxious anymore as you walked into the building, ready to tackle the trials of the day. being the new girl, you had to go through all the new orientation material. get your ID picture taken, fill out some paperwork, the whole process. then it was time to meet with geno and the rest of the management crew.
âyou must be YNâ he shook your hand firmly âitâs nice to meet youâ
âthe pleasure is all my mineâ you grinned. you made your way around the room, introducing yourself to any unfamiliar faces and learning more about what the job would entail. after some light mingling, geno found you again.
âthe girls are out there warming up right now, are you ready to get acquainted with team?â
âdefinitelyâ
shoes squeaked against the glossy gym floor, heavy breathing filled the room as you followed geno into the gym. you watched as the girls made shots, passed the ball, and ran drills with ease. it was quite impressive. geno had hollered for them to gather upon your entrance, signaling for them to form a circle so he could introduce you.
you stood timidly next to him, watching the girls round up. trying to inspect each girl carefully as they approached the huddle. they all looked extremely kind. a few offered you a smile or a wave and you smiled in return.
then, as geno began talking, the final few girls joined the group. the last girl in particular had grabbed your attention. you couldnât see her face very well, only able to catch glimpses of her as she pushed her way through to the front. but when she emerged past the front row, your heart skipped a beat and your breathe caught in your throat. you wouldnât miss that familiar blonde in a thousand years.
âthis is going to be the newest member of the team,â geno stepped aside, putting you on the spotlight âYN, sheâs our new assistant team manager. i expect you all to get to know each other and play nice. iâm looking at you paigeâ
it hadnât felt real until you heard her name. like it was ingrained in your mind, you finally found the courage to lock eyes with her. there she was in all her glory, staring back at you in disbelief. while everyone else laughed at genoâs innocent joke, greeting you briefly before heading back to their warmups, you and paige remained frozen. she stood across from you, confused expression on her face. you felt like you couldnât move, like you couldnât breathe.
âYNâ her voice was barely above a whisper.
âpaigeâ
she looked over her shoulder, assessing to see if anyone was paying attention before walking over to you. paige lightly grabbed your forearm, leading you off the gym floor and into a more secluded corner of the building. you had to admit, it only took that one touch to make your heart start racing again.
âwhat are you doing here?â she asked, now that you were in a private area.
âwhat am i doing here?â you asked in return âwhat are you doing here?â
âwell obviously i play basketball hereâ
âok smart ass,â you rolled your eyes, she hadnât changed much âi just meant that i had no idea you were going to be hereâ
âi thought you knewâ she breathed âwhen we met, i thought you knew who i was. i thought thatâs why you were staring at me that nightâ
âof course i didnât know!â you were unsure what to say.
âhave you really been at UCONN this whole time?â she continued âoh my god this is insaneâ
âwhat are the odds, right?â
âi thought iâd never see you againâ
âme neitherâ you said before an uncomfortable silence fell between you. nor you or paige had ever expected to see each other again, accepting your fate that you would evidently go your separate ways.
âso what now?â she asked.
âwould youâŚi donât know what to get a drink or something?â a poor attempt at asking her out âthat sounded really fucking dumb, but iâd like to catch upâ
âyea,â she scratched the back of neck, trying to hide the goofy smile that formed on her lips âiâd like thatâ
Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine
Could go to hell but we'll probably be fine
the dress you were wearing was practically suffocating you. neckline scratching your chest, straps digging into your shoulders, hemline riding up your thighs every time you moved. the bar stool you sat at was of no comfort, either. you shifted uncomfortably as you looked around the bar, waiting for any sign of paige. you had made plans for the weekend to meet up so you could make up for lost time.
the night was beginning to drag on and it was getting awfully close to 8:00 pm. you hoped she wasnât going to stand you up. but, as if on cue, the door to the bar opened revealing a very exasperated paige. she spotted you there, alone with a drink already in front of you.
âhey iâm so sorryâ she apologized for her near tardiness âtraffic was a bitchâ
âitâs ok, was just worried youâd stand me upâ you joked.
âi wouldnât miss it for the worldâ
you blushed, looking down at your drink. paige ordered one of her own before finally settling in the seat next to yours. you didnât think she could look anymore beautiful, seeing her there with her hair cascading around her face and dressed in neat clothing. she eyed you carefully, it was starting to seem like a habit the way she kept sneaking glances at you.
âyou look beautifulâ she chewed on the inside of her cheek.
âstopâ you laughed.
âno reallyâ she shook her head, swallowing deeply âi mean it, youâre breath takingâ
âwell thank you, and thanks for agreeing to go out tonight. iâll be honestâŚiâve been thinking about youâŚlike a lotâ
âiâve been thinking about you tooâ her demeanor started to shift âi really regretted just walking out that night. i was in my head and i just assumed that weâd be going our separate waysâ
âi donât blame you, i was tooâ you tired to offer consolation âi mean who would have assumed that we both went to the same school and just happened to vacation in the same place?â
she laughed at that, finally giving you a relaxed and genuine smile.
âa crazy coincidenceâŚiâm really really happy youâre here, YN. this just doesnât feel realâ
âi glad iâm here tooâ you felt like a weight was lifted off your chest, no more wondering about who paige was or what she did. you knew now, she was here with you.
hours went by as you and paige reveled in conversation, spilling every detail, every story, every memory of your lives. it felt like this was meant to be, that the universe had purposely aligned yours and paigeâs path. it felt so natural to talk to her. she was easy going and funny, she was an attentive listener and laughed at all your jokes. it was unbelievable that you found her again and you were more than grateful.
âwould you-i donât know, maybe this is too forwardâ paige began, gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips as you were finishing up your drinks âwould you want to come back to my apartment?âŚi donât want this night to endâ
âi would love thatâ you blurted with urgency, butterflies forming in your stomach.
she nodded, not even bothering to respond. her hand came in contact with yours as she paid your tab and dragged you out of the bar.
cold air nipped at your bare skin as you walked with paige to her car. she politely opened the door for you, helping you in. the drive to her place wasnât long at all, but you had noticed she was right, traffic was a bitch. but her music taste was impeccable and you had plenty to talk about so the drive didnât feel excessive at all.
when you arrived at her apartment, she pulled out her keys to unlock the door, hinges creaking as she led you inside. it was a perfect little apartment from what you could see. it was warm and cozy, definitely well loved, and you thought it fit her perfectly. she turned on the lights and told you to take a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable.
paige sat next you, leaving a few inches between you two. the distance and the dimly lit room took you back to spring break. it felt like you never left.
âi like your place,â you commented âit suits yo-â
âcan i kiss you?â
âwhat?â
âpleaseâ she closed the gap between you, scooting closer to you just like before âi donât think i can sit here, replaying that night in my head over and over and not know what it feels like to have your lips on mine againâ
you let out a breathe, not realizing you had been holding it in the first place. she looked desperate, leaning into you, hands making their way up to cradle your jaw. her fingers caressed the curve of your chin, fingers hooking underneath to pull you in. but she stopped, painfully waiting for your response.
âyesâ you said âplease, please kiss me alreadyâ
so she did, teeth clashing with yours in haste, pulling you into her without a second thought.
I know you want it, baby, you can have it
your discarded clothes made a messy trail down the hallway to paigeâs bedroom. your shirt crumpled on the couch, belt slung over the stair railings, bra tossed onto the end of her bed. her clothes followed, making a pile on the floor. your hands were buried in her hair as she nibbled at your ear, then kissing down to your collarbone. the room was silent all except for your breathy moans and the disgustingly erotic, wet sounds from paigeâs lips.
it was needy, it was passionate, and it was absolutely perfect. the way her body fit with yours like a puzzle, it was written in the stars.
Oh, I've never done it, let's make it cinematic
Like that one sex scene that's in Mulholland Drive
it couldâve been a scene from a movie. something youâd watch as teenage girl, when youâre at a slumber party with your friends and someone snuck in an R rated movie. and youâd all watch it, gasping and giggling when the actors would start to take of their clothes. you would stare at the screen while everyone was pretending to gag and freaking out, shutting it off before it got too intense, but all you could think about what how beautiful it was. that those two people loved each other so much that it was like fireworks going off, every touch and every word muttered served as a declaration of love.
thatâs what it was like with paige. it was like that movie had come to life. everything about it was like something from a fantasy.
the satin sheets bunched around paigeâs hips as she worshipped you. the gentle whimpering in your ear as she rutted into you. your not so gentle moans as you came undone around her fingers. how the room was hot and humid from your pure passion.
all of it was pure magnificence.
I wanna know, baby, what is it like?
I know you want it, baby, you can have it
you awoke the next morning, sunshine filtering in through smoggy clouds. paige began to stir next to you, arms finding their way from under the blanket to the bareness of your torso where she traced meaningless shapes into your skin.
âgood morningâ she muttered into the pillow, still fighting off sleep.
âmorningâ you beamed, watching her eyes flutter open âhowâd you sleep?â
âbetter than i ever haveâ
you yawned with a lopsided grin, soaking in her elegance as she sat up to stretch. the world might as well have just stopped from the way she looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered.
âhey paige?â
âhm?â
Oh, I've never done it,
âplease donât let me go this timeâ
naked in Manhattan
âi wonâtâ she replied ânever againâ
#wcbb#wcbb x reader#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#uconn womenâs basketball#foreingersgod#chappell roan
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Adverse Effects (Gale Dekarios/Reader)
Hello hello, long time no see. With over 700 hours on BG3, I figured it was about time I cracked my knuckles and got to work delivering the goods. Hope you enjoy and just a reminder: Requests are open!
Desc: You give Gale a magical ring but don't check it's magical properties first. He ends up hot and bothered, and it's on you, good leader.
Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), sex pollen, and a good ol' creampie
Words: ~2.5k
âMy condition is worsening again, I need to consume some powerful magic, or it may become volatile,â Gale begs, nearly collapsing against the tree trunk behind him as he missteps behind you and the rest of the group. If not for you stopping, Astarion and Laeâzel wouldâve kept trekking along, but you werenât just going to leave your poor resident wizard behind after all he had done. He clutches at his chest, heaving as he expectantly looks at your pack for an item to extinguish the enchanted flames building inside of him.
âHere, Gale, use this.â You offer a ring you dug out from the pile of jangling jewelry collecting at the bottom of your bag. The pink stone seemed to glint and shift colors as it was plucked out of your fingers, but you paid it no mind.
He examines it for a moment but has no problem rasping out a âthank youâ before pressing it to his chest and letting himself absorb its magical energy. One moment, heâs engulfed in a purple, violent flame, and the next he breathes a sigh of relief, sans ring. His desperate breathing slows and his pain seems to be minimized, however, he is still looking off into the hills, dazed as all Hells.
âDoing alright now? How was that one; still helping less and less as we go?â
He solemnly nods, the relief of the magic already fading away from him. He collects himself for a moment, turning into the dull full-body aching that was a new, not-quite-unwelcome side effect⌠Better than having no bodily sensation at all in the grave, eh?
âThis one was off⌠different⌠But I should be alright. Thank you very much, again.â
Should be alright was far from the truth, as you would find throughout the day. Missed attacks, too many close calls to be comfortable with, and just general Gale mishaps that were worthy of genuine concern. One specific battle called itâ every single spell missed its target, or had a payoff so low that it wouldâve been laughable in some other scenario. After narrowly avoiding death for almost 8 hours straight, youâd had enough and it was time to make sure this was the end of it.
âOkay, Iâm beaten, and I bet you guys are too, so howâd you feel about heading back to camp for the night?â
âYes! Gods, Heavens, Hells, yes, my bedroll is calling my name like a harpy,â Astarion proclaims, throwing his arms in the air dramatically. Laeâzel seems to agree in her own more contained, Githyanki way, pressing her lips together with a subdued nod. And Gale, standing there still-dazed, could only nod and turn in the direction of camp. Your eyes met his for only a moment, but in that moment, you saw a half-lidded wildfire going on, yet you couldnât help telling yourself he must just be tired as all Hells as well.
So, as you make the trip back to settle in for the night, you canât help the confusion that hits you when you catch him rubbing and adjusting his waistband. Canât help but be intrigued by the little faces and noises he makes as he does it. Seems like that ring you gave him had some adverse effectsâŚ
Interesting.
Astarion had scurried off to his set up, Laeâzel immediately went to work on maintaining her sword, and Gale took off inside of his tent at mach speed. No grabbing a book, no sly joke, nothing, just bolted out of sight. You take a moment to say hello to and check in with everyone else around camp, but Gale stays prominent in your mind. As you realize nobody else is around to see you flocking to his tent, you clear your throat to let him know youâre there.
âAre you alright in there? Is it the tadpole, or do yââ
âWhat did I previously say about privacy? I justâ ahâ donât feel well at the moment, Iâm a little out of my element,â Gale stutters out between gasps and breaths through his teeth. You keep your eyes fixated on the telescope in the front, waiting to see if he continues, but he falls silent.
âOut of your element how? Something you ate, overexertion, magic-relatedâŚ?â
âMagic-related. For sure. But alas, Iâm a wizard! Made of magic! Perfectly capable of handling it, so you should just get some sleep. Forget about my ailment for the night, and it should be dealt with by the time we have to depart in the morn.â
âNo, Gale, Iâm sorry, but Iâm coming inâ make yourself decent,â you joke as you walk in, not expecting him to be gripping his cock tight as could be. You gasp, trying to find something, anything, else to look at, but all you keep coming back to is his rubbed-red and raw, weeping head. âGods, whaâ are you alright? What is going on?â
âThat ring is happening. It was enchanted, obviously, but differently than we initially thought.â Heâs so casual about it that he doesnât even seem phased, continuing to slowly caress his shaft. âI, uh, I apologize, itâs like Iâm charmed, aroused by nothing in particular, itâs strangeâŚâ
âIs there anything I can do? Is there aâŚâ You trail off, clearing your throat and turning to look at the moon above you. âUh, anyway I can help?â
âWithout your mouth? Unlikely.â
And he goes beet red, cursing his jabber jaw, his blabber mouth, his fatal flaw of not being able to just shut the fuck up. Clearing his throat, stammering as he pushed out a rushed, âIâm so sorry, you should go. I should stop, this should stopâ I didnât mean to offend, Iâm soâ Oh gods!â
Without any hesitation at the offer, happy to help a friend in need, and very happy that said friend happened to be Gale, youâre closing the makeshift tentâs door and dropping to your knees in front of him. Even with him lying down, you can still wrap your hand around him and give him a few firm tugs.
âI can do a lot with my mouth, but I can still work some magic without it if you will.â Thereâs a devilish glint in your eyes as you continue tightly jerking him off, his eyes and mouth wide open in shock and insane pleasure. Heâs unable to will any words to escape him, save for the moans, groans, and grunts that involuntarily slip from his sweet lips.
âIs thisââ Heâs broken off by a whine as your finger grazes over his tip. âThe ring? The enchantment?â
âNo, no, I donât feel off, I just⌠want you. I desire you. Iâve thought of thisâ maybe not like this exactlyâ but I never thought⌠I would ever have a chance.â
âWell, here I am, at your disposal, so please, please.â His eyes flit between your lips and himself, wishing, waiting, hoping, praying to feel the warm, beautiful wetness of your mouth around him. And as if you read his mind, you happily oblige, leaning down under his hiked-up robe to wrap your lips around his head and gently suck. His head flies back in ecstasy, fingers gripping the blanket beneath him to keep himself from tearing your hair out or pushing your head down to make you choke on his cock, as much as heâd love to feel the sensation of the latter.
Small rhythmic bursts of sucking turn into licking him down to his base, tracing a vein or two on your way down, which then turns into lazily dragging your tongue over his balls while your hand makes up for the lack of attention higher up.
âCan I⌠touch you? Please?â He gives a tug on your shirt. And who are you to say no to Mr. Wonderful, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep? You pull your nighttime shirt over your head slowly, exposing your bare chest to the chilly evening air.Â
âAre we⌠both okay with this? Are we on the same page here? Is this okay with you?â You canât help but rapid-fire questions at him now that the thought of him being under the ringâs influence has intruded your mind. He shifts his hand to your face, letting his index finger gently rest against your lips.
âThis is not just the ring. I⌠have harbored some feelings to do with you for quite a while now. Itâs all just pouring out at once now, but Iâve never been more sure of anything else in my life, I can tell you that.â That was all that you needed. That confirmation that he wanted to know what it felt like to sink inside of you as much as you wanted to know what it felt like to have him fill you nearly to the brim.
âThen come here,â you whisper, just barely audible enough that he follows your instructions. His lips crash against yours in a deep kiss, his fingers knotting into your hair to keep you as close to his overheated body as possible. He is desperate, teeth gnashing against yours and capturing your bottom lip at points, saliva mixing and temperatures rising.Â
âI donât know who or what enchanted those rings as such, but I must acquire several more if this is the result; me being at your will⌠needing,â he pants out, still holding your foreheads together.
âLetâs get through this first, then weâll see about finding some more aphrodisiac trinkets. Tell me more about your growing need, my dear evocationist?â You lazily slip your leg over his waist and begin grinding yourself down against his exposed length. The pressure combined with the texture of your pantsâ fabric puts him in pure ecstasy, obvious by the small whines that leave him and the way his teeth catch his bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to hide them.
âMy need for youâ it hurts, it burns in my core,â he pushes out like a plea for help. His eyes are glossy, his body vibrating with arousal, pleasure, shock, disbelief⌠and pure attraction.
âAnd is that right there good, Gale?â
âGods, yes, donât stop unless I get to be inside of you,â he groans, bracing himself against the ground to grind his hips in time with yours just a bit harder, further, more any way that he can.
âAsk and you shall receive.â You push yourself off of him, pulling your slacks and undergarments down to the ground. Thereâs a moment of low, shallow breathing, where both of your eyes dilate as you simply take in the sight of each other. Pleasuring yourselves, more for the other than yourself, and drinking in the expression on the otherâs face. The point was to tease him and see how long he could sit in anticipation, but you find yourself getting impatient enough to forget all of that and pounce on him.
You take hold of him by the base and carefully guide him inside of you. Itâs impossible to put the fullness you feel into words, itâs all-consuming, and it sends shivers and shakes through your entire body. In sinking down on him, you feel as if youâd been reunited with your girthier other halfâ complete. A wonderful pressure begins to bubble up in your abdomen as you begin moving, evident to him by the way your nails dig into his shoulders. His hands have found their place on your hips, and in no time, theyâre gripping you half-to-death. Heâs using his tight grasp to slam you back down onto him, meeting you in the middle. The symphony of skin against skin was sure to be keeping quite a few of your companions up, but it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission in this scenario. His mouth finds its way to your chest, gently taking a nipple between his teeth and grazing his skillful tongue over it.
His lips make a soft pop as they unlatch from you, and all he can do in this moment of boiling hot lust is prop himself up on his elbows and watch you in all your glory. He gazes up at you with that same half-lidded gaze you saw on him earlier, except thereâs a bit of boyish wonder. Heâs not just perceiving you, but admiring you. One hand eventually trails its way up your leg to your waist, and he begins to help you come back down on him harder, fasterâ his twitching legs and quick breaths gave away that he was already getting close from the change in pace.
âGods, Gale, youâre so good,â you groan as you lean forward, forcing him to sit up a bit to support your head as you rest it on his shoulder. This just gives him more of a chance to fuck up into you like a wild animal, chasing more of your moans and his climax. âFuck! Gale, please!â
âI love this, I love you, I love the feeling of you, I love it!â His voice goes up and up and up until his high pitched breathy ramble is cut off with one last loud groan. Now itâs your time to admire; eyes screwed shut, forehead scrunched up as his mouth lays open wide. With the show you were getting and the feeling of him filling you with warmth, you were helpless against the waves of your own orgasm crashing into you. You two take a moment, nothing but the sounds of your gasps for air between you, limbs still intertwined and sweat still mingling.
âIf all I have to do is ask for this, what do I get if I really beg?â Blabbermouth, indeed. You pull his chin up to give him a sloppy kiss, continuing to hold his face as you pull yourself off of him, making a mess of him as his cum drips out of you.
âSave it for next time, Iâll think of a few things we can try down the road,â you joke with a small chuckle as you allow yourself to fall on your back and reach for your clothing. âHowâs everything feeling with, uh⌠the ring?â
âYes, yes, that was very beneficial. It was like my body was held in lava, until I felt your touch.â He gazes at the mess you two have made, but makes no moves just yet. He pushes his hand through his hair and takes a deep breath, beginning to fall into a daze admiring you as you dress. âAre you going?â
You pause. Are you going? Should you stay? Would that make the journey awkward? What did this mean for you and Gale, that you had slept together to help him out after the being influenced by some magical ring? There was nothing there besides the ring?
Gods damn it all.
âNo, no, I just... I used a cloth that was lying around to wipe myself off, it was instinct to get dressed afterwards.â You avoid the question, hoping to take his mind off of your quick separation from him instead of any pillow talk. You fold the cloth you used and hand it over to him, looking away while he cleans himself up as if you didnât just ride him into next week. âAny way you could conjure a second pillow?â
âAnything you wish, so long as you join me tonight.â
And you do. And many nights after.
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Digital Good Omens 2 Sountrack is coming out in 4 days! 𼳠CD version in October! :) â¤Â Coming soon on vinylâŚ
Out to Stream/Download from 25th August. Out on CD 13th October. Coming soon on vinylâŚ
David Arnoldâs âend of the worldâ complex and multi-genre soundtrack.
From the Award-winning composer of Sherlock and Casino Royale comes a follow up to the hugely successful, Emmy nominated Good Omens soundtrack.
Good Omens series 2 premiered on Prime Video on 28th July. The series follows the odd couple, angel Aziraphale (Michael Sheen) and demon Crowley (David Tennant) in their quest to sabotage the end of the World. The six-episode sequel to the popular adaptation of the novel by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, concerns the Archangel Gabriel (Jon Hamm) arriving without his memories to Aziraphaleâs bookshop. Aziraphale and Crowley attempt to find out what happened to Gabriel, whilst hiding him from Heaven and Hell, both eager to find him.
The Soundtrack
David Arnoldâs soundtrack to Good Omens was first released in 2019 to favourable reviews, with BBC Music Magazine calling it âa rollicking trip to hell and backâ. Blueprint Magazine described it as âa great listenâ and Sci Fi Bulletin commented on âplenty of memorable themesâ to conclude that âThis is another work of art from Arnoldâ. At times nostalgic and eerie but always varied, beautiful and full of excitement, the Good Omens 2 soundtrack showcases Arnoldâs every skill from his composer arsenal. Featured here are orchestral arrangements with sprinkling of Sugar Plum Fairy pizzicato and percussion, jaunty strings and mighty choral sweeps from Crouch End Festival Chorus. Added to the mix are rock guitar riffs, and psychedelic 70s sounds and all together they create a haunting otherworldly feel, complementing the fantasy and the quirky humour of the show. The spirited Waltz of the opening theme is also present in the second series and it wonderfully sets the scene for fantastical mayhem. In series 2, this robust, evocative, and funny music entity, becomes yet again another character in the story. Award-winning composer David Arnold is well known for his blockbuster scores, including Stargate, The Chronicles of Narnia: the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Hot Fuzz, Paul, Independence Day, 2 Fast 2 Furious and Casino Royale as well as for his TV work such as Sherlock and Dracula. Also available: The original soundtrack to the first series of Good Omens >
Tracklist
â Disc 1 â Chapter 1: The Arrival 1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. Heâs Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells Chapter 2: The Clue 10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. Itâs What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel Chapter 3: I Know Where Iâm Going 19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. Weâre Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. Iâm Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isnât Happy â Disc 2 â Chapter 4: The Hitchhiker 33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room Chapter 5: The Ball 40. Iâll Let You Have It 41. Weâre Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle Chapter 6: Every Day 48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabrielâs Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Donât Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?
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