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sissylittlefeather · 3 days ago

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So... I had this dream about Elvis.

It's a little blurry and my English isn't perfect, nos, but I can remember the important bits.

I (the reader, of you wanna write about it ;]) was working as Elvis's assistant and practically loved with him. There where some feelings between us and, eventually, we ended up in bed together. The things were getting heated up, he was rubbing himself through his pants and i was grinding against his thigh.. and just when things where going to get good...

I woke up.

Oh, sweet, sweet nonnie. Your fantastic dream sparked a whole thing for me. Please enjoy this fanfic that resulted from this ask:

Return to Sender

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, dry humping, thigh riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Word count: ~3.3k

Also decided to base it loosely on this gif:

You were so nervous in your interview that you actually knocked a cup of something off of his desk. As a result, you were pretty sure you did not get the job. But what you didn't know is that he found your stuttering and fidgeting endearing and when you bent over to clean up the cup you spilled, the view he got of your ass made his decision for him.

That's how you ended up as Elvis Presley's private secretary. It's 1959 and he gets so much fan mail these days that he can't manage it all himself. So, he hires you to help him out. He's pleased when you prove to be useful and supremely impressed when you show him that you can mimic his signature perfectly. Still, his interest in you is far from purely functional.

He's not sure how to go about making his first move, especially since you work for him and he'd hate to lose you. You're really quite effective, so he'll have to play this just right. He doesn't want to offend you and run you off for good.

Instead, he spends a lot of time watching you and smiling at you when you catch him looking. You can't figure out why he keeps looking at you. You're not dumb, not even naive really, but it still seems outside the realm of reality that he might be into you for more than your typing skills.

He tests the waters a little with some flirtation here and there, and you don't seem to turn him down, but you also don't seem to reciprocate. He confuses your nervousness with disinterest and tries to stay focused on the task at hand any time you're together. But as time passes, you get more and more comfortable with each other and eventually a kind of friendship forms between you. It's easy to bond as you laugh about some of the crazy things the girls write to him, but you really start to get close when he begins to talk to you. And not just about the letters. Without meaning to, he tells you about his loneliness, his fears, and how much he misses his mama. You're a good listener and he needs you more than he realizes.

Eventually, you get to the end of his time in the service and know he'll be headed back to the states soon. You're not exactly excited about seeing him go, but there's not much you can do to change it, so you take it in stride.

He's not so resigned, though.

If there's even the slightest chance that you might want him, he's not going to let the opportunity pass him by. The night before all of his big army-ending interviews, he asks you to come over. You assume he needs you to get through some letters or something before he leaves, but he has something else entirely different in mind.

“Hey, honey, thank you for coming over so late.” His voice is quiet, shy almost. The room is dimly lit and there's the faint smell of cigar smoke in the air. He sits in a large armchair, watching you as you stand in the middle of the room. You nod and tell him that you don't mind.

“You have some new letters that you need help with?” He shakes his head sheepishly, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.

“Not really. I just wanted to see ya before I leave.” You blink a few times, confused.

“I'll be there for the interviews tomorrow.” He nods. This is not a surprise, but he wants to talk to you without people around.

“Yeah, but…” He fumbles over the words, trying to say exactly what he feels. The hesitation is heavy in the air between you and it's almost as though the words get caught in his throat when he tries to speak.

“But what, Elvis?” You look down at him and he sighs deeply, drumming his fingers on his knee anxiously. Without warning, he stands up and walks to you, grazing his fingertips over your cheek gently. There's a moment of nothing but being between you and you see the conviction enter his eyes.

“Oh, fuck it.” And then his lips are on yours, soft and needy. At first, you're so shocked that you stand there with your eyes open and his mouth on yours. You can see his eyelashes where they settle on his cheeks and feel him breathing as his chest rises and falls so close to you. He pulls back and notices the look on your face. “No? Was that…?”

“Do it again.” A smile creeps across his face and he leans down and kisses you again. This time your eyes close and you melt into him. The taste of him on your lips is exquisite, something between mint and man, and it feels like you'll never get enough. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, his hands drifting to your hips as he pulls you in close to him, your bodies flush against each other. You moan softly as his lips move down your jaw to your neck and his hands slips down to grab your ass through your dress.

“I've wanted this forever.” His voice rumbles against your throat. You feel his hardness where he presses it against you, the urgency in his hips becoming more obvious.

“Took you long enough.” A little giggle escapes your lips as his hands continue to roam your body, squeezing you where it pleases him. He takes your breasts in both hands and lets out a small whimper. The need for more of him burns inside of you, manifesting in the ache in your center. His cock is so hard it hurts as he rolls against you, tangling one hand in your hair to hold you still as he dips his tongue into your mouth again. You start to pull at his shirt as he walks you backwards through the house toward his bedroom, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible.

You fumble with buttons, fingers trembling in anticipation. All of a sudden, it seems like his shirt has a hundred buttons and you groan in frustration. He pulls back, chuckling and pulls it over his head, dropping it to the floor. In the hallway, he turns your back to him and puts your hands on the wall, dragging his down your back to your hips. The ache between your thighs is quickly becoming unbearable, your body burning up with the intensity of your need. His hands grip your hips as he ruts against you, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Then, you feel his lips on the back of your neck as he unzips your dress, pushing it forward off of you to let it pool at your feet. He turns you to face him, eagerly raking his eyes over you hungrily as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He takes a moment to really appreciate your body in just your underwear and bra.

“What?” You ask playfully, noticing the spellbound look on his face. He shakes his head a little, basking in the scent of your perfume as it mixes with the heat of your body.

“You're even more beautiful than I could've imagined.” He runs his fingertips down the side of your stomach and grips your hip tightly. The last ounce of inhibition leaves you and you grab the back of his neck, pulling his lips back down to yours. Every ounce of him hums with insatiable desire as his soft mouth moves on yours passionately. He pushes your back to the wall and presses his body tightly against yours, his thigh on your center. Without thinking, you start to rub yourself on his thigh, your body begging for friction against your swollen clit. He groans and starts to roll his hips against you. “Goddamn, baby. Don't stop that.”

Your hands slide around to his back as you pick up speed, grinding your clothed pussy on his leg.

“Oh god, Elvis.” A deep moan floats up and out of you as your aching bud reacts to the delicious sensation of his pants.

“Fuck, baby. That's a good girl. Make yourself cum on me.” He grips your hips and helps you rut against him, chasing your orgasm. The wetness seeps through your panties, soaking the fabric under you, but he doesn't care. He wants you to cum, needs you to cum, his hips stuttering against you as you rub on him.

“I'm s-so close.” It's more of a whimper than a sentence, but he gets your meaning. His grasp on your hips is almost bruising as you grind on him faster and harder. The familiar bubbling heat gathers in your lower belly as the sweat drips between your breasts. He captures your lips in a desperate kiss and then mumbles against you.

“Come on, baby. You're right there. Let go.” And then, like your body knew to listen to him, you cum on command, shuddering and trembling as the orgasm rushes through you, sending bolts of pleasure to your extremities. He starts to slow the rolling of your hips as you go floppy against him. “Good girl. So pretty when you cum.”

“Think I might've ruined your pants.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“They'll wash. Can you walk?” You look at him, your eyes hazy with your post-orgasm daze.

“Huh?”

“I'm nowhere near finished with you.” He smirks.

“I'm not sure-” You don't even get the sentence out before he bends down, throwing you over his shoulder. A squeal escapes your lips as he carries you to the bedroom and drops you unceremoniously on the bed. He turns on a small light on the nightstand, casting a kind of orange glow around the room. You look at him standing there, the small patch of hair on his chest, his angelic face, and the small wet spot where his dick has leaked precum onto his pants and continues to stand at full attention. He looks at you spread out on the bed and decides at that moment that he'd give you anything you wanted, even his last name if you asked for it.

“I need you, baby.” He palms himself over his pants and you nod, reaching back to unhook your bra. You slip it down your arms and drop it on the floor, moving to push your panties down your legs. He grunts when your pussy becomes visible, moving his hand on his cock a little faster. When you spread your legs, he bites his bottom lip and moans.

“What are you waiting for?” You coo. His eyes are glued to your glistening pussy as he quickly unbuttons his pants and lets them drop. Your mouth waters a little as his cock bounces free, big and uncut and weeping precum. He climbs on top of you, arranging himself against your entrance and taking one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“You ready for me, honey?” He asks desperately, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. You nod and he groans, slowly pushing into you. The feeling of his dick stretching you out is overwhelmingly good. Finally, he groans, his whole cock buried deep inside you, balls pressed against your ass, as he resists the urge to pound you silly. Your hands clench around the silky sheets and you breathe, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He looks at you with his eyebrows knit together in concern. “You okay?”

“God, yes.” He smiles down at you and pulls his hips back, sliding his now-wet cock out of you and then rolling them forward again, plunging himself into you. Your eyes roll back and you moan loudly as he starts to pick up a steady rhythm of slamming against you. He kisses your ankle gently and fucks into you over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as the scent of your sex hangs in the air. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and he grunts, his release gathering in his balls. The headboard starts to bang against the wall and the little light on the nightstand rocks with the force of your lovemaking.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Such a tight little pussy.” His hair is sweaty on his forehead and you revel in the smell of him as he wraps your leg around his hip and leans down to kiss you, his cock sliding in and out of you. In doing so, he shifts the angle a little and begins to rub against your g-spot. Now, you whimper and moan with every movement of his hips, clawing at his back as he pounds you. You devolve into just a body, soaking in each sensation: skin pressed together, sticky and wet, his tongue in your mouth, insistent and deep, and his cock filling your pussy up again and again. He does the same, sinking into the waves of pleasure, your tight heat wrapped around his dick, squeezing him just right. Everything is sensual as you mix together and quickly lose track of whose sweat is whose.

“Elvisssss…” You whine, another climax crashing into you and burning you up from the inside out. He moans with the feeling of your pussy tightening around him.

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Gonna… oh fuck!” He pulls out of you at the very last possible second, shooting cum all over the inside of your thighs. His cock throbs and pulses and he collapses on top of you, sticky ropes pumping out of him onto your legs. When he finally finishes, he groans loudly and picks up his head, kissing your lips softly. You giggle and push his hair back off his forehead. He chuckles. “I made a mess.”

“Yes, you did. But I helped.” He laughs and kisses you again.

“Yeah, I'm gonna blame this one on you.” You giggle as he rolls off of you and fetches a washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. When he's done, he crawls back into bed and pulls you onto his chest. “Stay with me?”

You look up into his eyes and it's obvious he doesn't want to be alone tonight. Honestly, you wouldn't leave him even if you could.

“Of course.” He smiles and nuzzles into your hair. You settle in to sleep with him wrapped around you.

***

When you wake up the next morning, he's already dressed in his full uniform. He moves around the room quietly, but he notices when you stir and smiles softly.

“Hey, baby.” You lift your head up and yawn, stretching.

“You're leaving?” He nods and then sits down on the bed to put his shoes on.

“Yeah, I have those interviews. You comin’?” Again, it's clear that he wants you there, so you nod back.

“Oh yeah. I just have to run home and get dressed, but I'll be there.”

“Good.” He leans in and kisses your forehead before standing up. You're still naked from your activities last night and he looks down at you hungrily. He pulls the covers down a little so that he can see your body. “Goddamnit. I hate to leave ya.”

You're not sure if he's talking about this morning or forever. You reach out and take his hand, kissing it gently and then placing it on your breast.

“Fuck.” He climbs into bed in his uniform and pulls you onto him, kissing you deeply and running his hands all over your body.

“Thought you had to go?” You ask between kisses. He groans and buries his face in your neck. The sweet scent of your sweat and sex lingers on your skin and he breathes it in, trying to commit everything about you to memory. He mumbles into your hair.

“Yeah, I do. Just wish I could keep you naked in my bed forever.” For a few more seconds, you just hold each other, trying not to think about the future. Then, he pulls away from you and gets out of bed. “I'll see you at the interviews.”

He turns and leaves before he can get back into the bed and stays there until he dies. You sigh and get up, gathering your things and getting dressed. Something is missing, though. You cannot find your panties anywhere. Sighing again, you check your watch. You don't have time to keep looking. At least he'll have something to remember you by.

******

At the interviews, you stand behind him sipping your coffee and watching. The press are snapping photos like crazy and the flash bulbs are almost giving you a headache. You wonder how he stands it. The room is filled with noise and people, but you can't take your eyes off of him. He looks better than he ever has before, but maybe that's because you've seen him naked and know how beautiful he is without clothes. Your eyes drift down a little and you think about what's hiding under his pants, rubbing your thighs together. And that's when you see them: your panties, just barely peeking out of his pocket.

Your mouth pops open, but you shut it quickly. That little shit. He stole your panties! And he has them with him!

You grab a pen and a scrap of paper and scribble out a note. Motivated by his boldness, you walk up behind him and then lean forward, slipping the note into his jacket. He looks up and realizes it's you, his heart stopping in his chest. Still, he plays it off for the press and keeps going.

However, the second he's able, he pulls out the note and reads it eagerly.

You thief. I see what you stole and I want them back! Call me before you leave.

He grins widely, kisses the note, and folds it up, adding it to the pocket where your panties are. His intention was only to keep them, but now his blood is pumping with the possibility of seeing you again. A thought hits him and he sits with it for a bit. By the time he gets home, he's determined to make it a reality. He picks up the phone and dials your number.

“Hello?”

“I'm not givin’ em back.” Your face breaks into a smile.

“You better!” He chuckles.

“Alright, you can have ‘em. BUT-” He pauses for effect and you just about die with anticipation. You hear him take a deep, steadying breath before he continues. “You have to come get them in Memphis.”

Your mouth drops in shock. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't that.

“In Memphis?”

“Yes. Come home with me.” His heart is in his throat as he waits for your response. He twists the phone cord around his finger and bites his lip. If only he could see your face. The suspense is killing him.

“Okay.” What else could you say?

“Okay?” He asks excitedly, standing up with the phone.

“Yes.” Your heart is racing, but there's nothing that important keeping you here. Not if he's asking you.

He does a silent fist pump and thanks God that you said yes.

“I'll come get you on my way to the airport. Pack to stay for a while. Like, forever.”

“Elvis…”

“Listen, baby. It took me a long time to find you. I'm not lettin’ you get away anytime soon. You gonna argue?” You think for a second about what you're agreeing to and then decide to take a leap of faith.

“Not at all.”

“Good. And baby?”

“Yeah?” He hesitates for a second, his nerves getting the better of him. Then, he just says it, unable to keep the words from tumbling out.

“I love you.” Your heart stops.

“I love you too, Elvis.”

******

The End

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missguomeiyun · 2 years ago

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Homecooking [May ed]

Be proud of me :P I cooked more this month haha

I also did some night shifts. .. & lived thru over a week of really poor air quality. I shouldn’t be complaining, considering ppl have lost homes, businesses, & community facilities/shops but it was just so bad. It’s bad for me, so I could only imagine what it’s like for ppl with respiratory or heart problems. Every yr there are wildfires here but I read somewhere that this is the 1st time AB beat BC in ‘starting’ of wildfires. Like our Albertan wildfires aren’t supposed to start yet but we had a few days where temperature was 10degrees above average, plus the winds. .. Yikes!!

^ that’s the sun at 0815h o_O !!!!

Now that short track season, primarily the World Championships ended. .. the sports event I was looking to was the Sudirman Cup for badminton. It’s held every 2 yrs & this yr, the venue is was in Suzhou - China’s 1st international badminton event in over 3 yrs! Can’t say much about the venue bcos I only see the inside & it’s focussed on a court lol but BWF inserts travel-themed clips in the opening of every live so I got to see some of the views in Suzhou. I’ve actually been there! Anyway, what a wild ride!!! I won’t give spoilers but the CHN vs JPN semi-finals. .. YOU NEED TO WATCH IT! At least the highlights. So much drama!! The finals... I was a little disappointed. I thought KOR vs CHN would be a tight battle but . ..

Alrighty, let’s get to the food~

Random flour noodle with choy sum & egg.

The same package of noodle with choy sum & Busan fish cake.

lol you can tell these were my post-night shift meal... I tend to go for simpler stuff, & in smaller portions bcos I eat 6 times when I’m working nights...

Air fryer egg plant. You may think it’s weird.. . but I really like it.

Fettuccine with tomato + vegetarian sausage

Udon with capa cabbage & grey squash. Another one of those night shift stretch meals.

Mom’s air fryer chicken

vs .. my air fryer chicken

*she added Chinese soy sauce to it for a better colour hence why it’s so dark

There were not as good I thought. It’s gotta be the plain Costco fries :P

Thick rice noodles + egg + cucumber, seasoned with Korean tartar sauce & fish sauce (the green cap squid one). This is probably the most randomest thing I ‘put together’ this month haha! Usually the thin vermicelli noodles are used but I used the thick soup kind of rice noodles. Then the combo of tartar sauce + fish sauce... But trust me, it was good!

Using the raclette grill for the 1st time this year

Air fryer ribs with a hamburger bun

A closer look. I used the Montreal steak spice with some extra fresh ground black pepper. Yum~

Sujebi with baby bokchoy, seaweed, white beech mushrooms, & an egg~

Udon with napa cabbage, carrot thins & egg.

May book #1: The Obsession. It was quite an easy read (recommended to me via Chapters recommendation based on my purchase history lol). I didn’t think it was ‘thrilling’ enough for be called a thriller but that’s bcos this is a YA fiction novel so the intended audience is YA. The storyline itself was well thought out but was predictable. I thought the ending was a bit rushed. Read it for relaxation~ I rate it 7.8/10~

May novel #2: Just Haven’t Met You Yet. A rom-com that could easily be made into a movie or drama. I thought the main girl was a pathetic - the type that “I don’t know what I want; my life has been a lie”. You know, the aimless, not driven type of lead that you can’t relate to. Or maybe you can *shrugs* I bought it bcos it begins with “suitcase switch-up” & I thought, “ooooh totally K-drama plot”. I enjoyed it overall; with some slow moments. I really like the main girl’s boss. 8.0/10 (lower than expected)

May novel #3: the Eighth Girl. What a fantastic debut novel by this author~ this novel was very thrilling & dark. It’s about a girl with DID & she goes through things.. . The plot itself is simple to understand but I love twists & novels that make me think. This was one of those. It’s better to start reading without reading up on it so I will leave it here!

K ttyl!!

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princecharmingmendes · 2 years ago

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My medical terminology exam went worse than the first one so I’m gonna have to stick with the 74% and I had my human A&P lab exam rn and it went so bad I actually just wanna go home and cry!! 😭 I barely knew anything on there and the things I knew just left my mind as soon as o started. Now I have to ace the lecture exam to make up for this 😭 well hopefully you are having a fantastic day! 💕

oh darling, i’m so sorry to hear

and unfortunately i’m not having the best day, for starters my foot is swollen and hurting a lot, and i’m stuck in a 12h night shift 🤡

anyway, hope you had a good weekend to makeup for it! love ya! 🤍

#asks #💕 anon #bad boy anon #mutuals

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years ago

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Nine

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Nine Summary: The morning after brings new developments and the Brotherhood get to work. (Sorry, I suck at summaries sometimes.)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.5k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Nine Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Parts Masterlist

Part Eight Part Ten

Lori

I woke in the morning just in time to watch Sy walk across the room and go into the bathroom. Naked, of course. His broad, jacked back was covered by a tattoo of the Brotherhood’s patch and it rippled as he swung his arms.

I bit my lip as he closed the door behind him. Even nude the man had swagger. And it was no wonder because he definitely had the skills to back up his bravado.

And he had a fantastic ass.

Fuck. Even when he isn’t in the same room, he made my mind melt.

I stretched, my body ached pleasantly as I raised my arms and pointed my toes. I heard the toilet flush and it was followed quickly by the sound of the shower.

I smiled and thought a shower would be nice. A few more hours of sleep would have been better but a shower would do. Especially with Sy. I definitely needed it after the events of last night. And earlier this morning.

Hoping I wasn’t assuming too much, I stripped off and knocked on the bathroom door.

“‘S open.”

I peeked my head in the door. “Want some company?” I asked a little shyly.

“Ya mean do I wanna see ya naked again? Sure.”

I laughed and shook my head. Sy opened the cubicle door and brought me into the shower.

“Ugh the water’s freezing,” I hissed, “Why do guys always have the water so damn cold?”

“‘Cause we wantcha to use us to warm up,” Sy grinned, putting a hand on my lower back and bringing me closer.

He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my mouth to his. His closed mouth kiss was soft but lingering, moving gently over my lips.

“I could kiss you all day,” he hummed.

“Maybe you can, when you get back.”

“You’d like that?” he asked softly, as if unsure.

“I would,” I whispered.

“If you still want to when I get back, then I’ll give ya a whole day. You, me and kisses.”

“Just kisses?” I asked, teasingly.

“I didn't specify where I'd kiss ya,” he smirked.

He kissed me again. A little harder, holding me closer and he began to thicken against my belly in quick, strong pulses that made my core instantly wet. I moved my hips, the friction making him stiffen faster and it wasn’t long before he was rocking against me in that now familiar rhythm he had that drove me crazy. I was impressed, the man had stamina.

But then he groaned and put his hands on my hips, stilling my movements. “We gotta go before they come lookin’ for us. We have a lot of miles today. Wanna get to the club house before night falls.”

“You'll be leaving as soon as we get there?”

“Yeah. Change of clothes and a quick look over the bike and I'll be on the road.”

I nodded, dropping my head onto his shoulder and encircling his neck with my arms. “Hold me a little longer?”

He didn’t reply, he just lowered his head to kiss my forehead and wrapped his arms around mine.

After showering and dressing we didn’t have time for breakfast before the Brothers were set to have their meeting. That was ok by me. I was even more nervous about facing them than I had been yesterday and my stomach was a little unsettled. Last night something had actually happened, and there was no doubt in my mind they all knew about it.

When I opened the motel door I was greeted by a shock of nearly white hair and Geralt turned with a small smile on his face.

“Good morning,” he said. His grin grew into a smirk and he raised an eyebrow. “Sleep well?”

I blushed and he chuckled.

“Knock it off,” Sy said from behind me, his voice full of faux indignation. And a hint of pride.

“Here,” Geralt said, still grinning, and passed both Sy and I a store bought coffee.

“Thank you,” I said.

Geralt’s smile grew softer as he tilted his head in acknowledgement. Sy reached past me and grabbed his, taking a huge gulp.

“It’s not true what I say about you. You’re alright, ya know?” Sy said to Geralt. The older Brother rolled his amber eyes and indicated with a short jerk of the head that we should follow him.

Clutching my coffee cup like it was a life preserver I took a deep breath as we entered Walker's room. I kept my head down as I lingered by the door, but Mike called me over patting the empty space at the edge of bed in almost the same manner as he had yesterday morning.

I glanced at Sy. He was taking a sip of his coffee, making his way over to Marshall. Marshall tilted his head towards me with a crooked smile. He looked tired, his eyes were a little red rimmed. Walker was fussing inside a bag and didn’t lift his head to acknowledge us at all. Geralt was heading over to the small dining table and Mike was still looking at me expectantly.

I sighed with relief and sat next to Mike. Other than the quick, gentle ribbing from Geralt, perhaps no one would say anything about last night.

However, as the meeting began, I noticed the vibe was subtly different. Mike, though still friendly and grinning, hadn’t kissed my cheek like he normally does. Geralt seemed tense, like he was poised for a fight. Walker barely looked at me and when he did, I could see the muscles of his jaw tighten and his nostrils flare.

Marshall stood against the wall next to Sy. They stood in nearly twin positions, both with arms folded across their chests. Sy had his legs apart, shoulders back, chin raised, occasionally bringing the coffee to his lips. Marshall was less stiff, his shoulders hunched, chin down and he looked at me through burning hooded eyes.

Sy whispered something to Marshall. He glanced at Sy, and Sy shrugged. Then his eyes were back on me. I looked away, feeling heat in my cheeks, an ache between my legs and a sickening disgust in my heart. Sy hadn’t even left, and I was already having thoughts about Marshall. What the fuck is wrong with me?

As soon as Walker dismissed us, I was out the door. I needed air.

Mike was not far behind me. Sy and Marshall were following too, but they fell back as I walked across the carpark. Mike stayed with me calling out to stop.

“You can’t just run off like that, Baby,” Mike said when I stopped at the low bricked fence line of the motel behind a garden bed and sat.

“I want to be alone,” I said. “I haven’t been alone in days.”

Mike nodded in understanding but didn’t back off. I rolled my eyes at him.

“What?” he asked, grinning. God, he looked like a big dumb puppy, always excited and bouncing around.

“Just give me a fucking cigarette.” I said, shaking my head with both agitation and amusement as he lit one up for me and passed it over.

I looked out onto the street through the bushes as I smoked, trying to get my head right. Mike started yapping about how when he was a kid, he had tried to walk a fence and a friend of his pushed him off.

“I broke my arm in two places,” he said. “Hurt so bad, and I had to wait two hours in ER. My mum kicked my ass when I got home.”

I smiled. His chatter was often self deprecating and soothing. But most of all, it made me stop obsessing about the seriousness of my situation. With Mike, I felt like I was hanging out in the dorms back at school, instead of being holed up in a seedy motel under the protection of five strangers because someone who had murdered my parents wanted me dead as some sort of message to my brother.

A slow-moving car caught my eye. The driver was wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, but damn, he looked like Jake. He glanced in my direction briefly and I dropped my cigarette in fright. I turned away quickly, ducking low behind the shrubbery and hiding my face into Mike’s chest.

There was no doubt in my mind. That was Jake.

“Hey, whoa.” Mike put his arm around me but leaned back trying to look at my face. “Okay. Not that I’m complaining, but are you alright, Babycakes?”

“Is that car gone?”

“Which one?”

“Electric blue, sedan.”

“Yeah, why?”

I lifted my head cautiously and looked for the car. It was gone.

I looked at Mike and he smiled at me, flashing such a cute and shy grin that at any other moment would have made me swoon. He leaned towards me, licking his lips, his mouth stopping a hair's breadth from mine.

“You ok?” Mike asked. His chest started to heave as his eyes roamed my face.

“I thought I saw someone.”

I looked past Mike to Sy and Marshall. They watched us like chaperones at a dance, seemingly talking to one another, but their eyes were firmly on Mike and me.

I made a quick decision and hoped it was the right one.

“I need to talk to Walker.”

Mike chewed his lip and tilted his head to consider me. His brows came together and the silver barbell in his eyebrow flashed in the sun as he nodded. He flicked his cigarette away and with his arm still holding me, he took me with him as he stood.

As he led me past Sy and Marshall, both men frowned and their relaxed facade dropped instantly as their bodies constricted and coiled into a fighting stance.

“What happened?” Sy rushed ahead of us, drawing me away from Mike and putting his hand under my jaw to look into my eyes. I heard Mike grumble.

“I need to talk to Walker,” I said. A flash of something crossed Sy’s face, disappointment maybe? Jealousy? I couldn’t be sure.

“It’s serious?” Marshall asked from my side.

“It could be,” I said.

“C’mon,” Mike said.

Sy gave me another look over and my throat felt like it was going to close up. For some reason I wanted to apologise to him and I opened my mouth to do so but he shook his head and led me to the room.

Walker raised an eyebrow as I entered. Geralt stood and approached me, lifting my chin to get a good look at my face.

“What happened?” he asked Sy. “She looks scared to death.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I said firmly and lifted my chin out of Geralt’s grasp.

Geralt’s lips pulled thin across his face and he grunted. I shrugged off Sy and stood in front of Walker. I took a quick look at the faces of the other four men and I knew I had made the right choice. Walker would look at the situation calmly; I wasn’t sure if the others would go after Jake half-cocked.

“I saw Jake,” I said.

Walker blinked like he had no idea what I was talking about. Sy muttered a curse and his face darkened. I reached a hand to Sy and rested it on his arm before I continued speaking.

“Jake is the friend I called yesterday.”

Walker raised his eyebrows. “Syverson, get her helmet,” he said. Sy left the room, for once not complaining about being told what to do. “Take your jacket off,” Walker said to me.

I looked at Marshall. He nodded, so I shucked my leathers off and handed them to Walker before I sat on the edge of the bed. Marshall sat next to me, Mike sat on the other side, both looking at each other over my head. Geralt moved to the window, peeking through the curtains, as he pulled his gun out of his holster.

My ankle bounced restlessly as I crossed my legs and I stuck my thumb between my teeth and gnawed on the nail. Walker ran his hands over my jacket seams, checking the buttons and pockets methodically.

“Stop lookin’,” Sy said as he entered the room, tossing something small to Walker. “Mother fucker attached it to my God damn bike.”

Walker lifted his moustached lip in a sneer. He studied the object for a moment before laying it on the table.

“Check every bike,” Walker said to Sy. “Helmets, bags, everything. Twice.”

Sy nodded but hesitated and the two shared a look that I couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah, I know,” Walker said to Sy’s unasked question. “We may need the plan B.” Walker turned to Geralt. “Watch his six.”

Geralt and Sy left, but not before Sy looked at me strangely.

Mike got up from next to me and took Geralt’s position by the window, reaching into his jacket for his weapon. I felt Marshall take my hand.

“Sweetheart.”

I forced my attention onto Marshall. He was looking at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“No apologies needed,” Marshall assured me. “Tell me everything you know about Jake. Where you met him, how long you’ve known him. Don’t leave anything out, I need every detail.”

I took a deep breath and tried to organise my thoughts into something coherent, but I ended up rambling, not able to finish sentences before remembering something else. Marshall just nodded as I talked, occasionally prompting me with questions. At some point he pulled a small notebook out of his jacket pocket and started writing notes.

As I told Marshall about Jake, I realised I knew next to nothing about him. We met at a bar about three months ago. I remembered letting him take me home, but I had passed out drunk at his house, in his bed. I remembered waking up with a blanket over me, my clothes still on and he had slept on the couch.

“That was reckless, Sweetheart,” Marshall said with a hint of disapproval in his tone. “You could have been hurt.”

“I don’t know why I did that. I don’t even remember the trip home. I don’t even remember drinking that much.”

Marshall and Walker exchanged a look. When Marshall turned his attention back at me, his face was grim. “Do you know his address?”

Nodding, I told them where he lived. Walker made a phone call while Marshall questioned me some more. I didn’t have much more to tell. I didn’t know his last name, his hometown, even what I knew of his job was sketchy.

Sy and Geralt came back reporting the bikes were clean. The guys talked amongst themselves, and I zoned out staring at my shaking hands.

Marshall’s large hand covered mine. It was warm and the outer edge of it was peppered sparsely with dark hair. He put his arm around me, drawing me close and my head fell into his shoulder. He was strong like Sy and just as warm and comforting. His scent was musky, masculine and inviting. His body didn’t feel as hard as Sy’s but he was in no way out of shape and as I pressed my hand to his chest, I could feel the firmness of his pecs beneath his thin t-shirt.

Gathering myself, I started listening to the Brothers talk. They were going back and forth about what to do.

Marshall and Geralt argued for a safe house, their patches gave away their location making it easy for me to be traced. Sy and Mike were in favour of returning to the Clubhouse arguing it was fortified better than the safehouses and able to be defended.

“Did he see you?” Walker asked me.

“I don’t think so.”

“We were partially obscured by the hedge, out front,” Mike said. “I would have made her move if she was out in the open.”

Walker nodded then addressed the Brothers, “I couldn't see a tail. You?”

Sy shook his head and so did the others.

“He must be relying on this to find her, it's unlikely he’s been able to follow with eyes on us without one of us noticing.” Walker handed the tracker back to Sy. “Put it back where you found it. Head South to the border. After a day, destroy it. We’re going to the clubhouse.”

Sy nodded. “I’ll do it, but you’ve got to cancel that job ya got me goin’ on.”

Walker folded his arms. “I don’t think so, Syverson. The clubhouse is a fortress, no one can breach it.”

“Don’t let your fuckin’ ego get in the way here.” Sy stood toe to toe with Walker.

Their similarity in height and stature was uncanny. But where Sy moved with a big man’s lack of grace, Walker was smooth and calculated, his movements slick like he was made of liquid. If it came to a fight, it would be impossible to guess who would come out on top.

“Even if you don’t care about her, losing a client would do irreparable damage to our reputation and—”

“And so would cancelling the job.” Walker turned his back on Sy, and my eyes widened as Sy’s hands balled into fists.

Quicker than I could track, Geralt was on his feet. His arm wrapped around Sy’s waist and walked him out of the room, murmuring in his ear. I got up to follow, but Marshall grabbed my hand pulling me back to the bed.

“Give him a minute to cool off,” Marshall said. “And then you can say goodbye.”

“We’re leaving in ten. Princess, you’re with me.” Walker said.

“No,” I said.

“What?”

“I said no. I don’t want to ride with you.”

Walker inhaled and raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t asking.”

“She can ride with me,” Mike said from the window. “My bike is the fastest, it’ll have the least weight and I can outride all of you. If it comes to it, I’m not much help in a firefight so if shit goes down, I’ll get her to a safe house while you give us time to get away. It’s the ideal option.”

“Kid has a point,” Marshall added.

I had no idea if Mike was right, but I jumped at the opportunity. “I’ll ride with Mike.”

Mike looked at me nodding, with a huge smirk of triumph on his face. I shook my head, hiding my own grin. For a second there he had actually sounded like he was taking things seriously.

Walker’s jaw was clenched so hard, I swear I could hear his teeth cracking. “Fine,” he spat.

I stood up and went to the door.

“Where do you think you are going?” Walker snapped at me.

“To say goodbye to Sy,” I said, opening the door and walking out.

“Fucking little b— Mike, go with her,” I heard Walker growl before Mike shot through the door behind me. I smiled though. It was good to know that I could ruffle that cold, calm exterior of his.

I found Sy having a smoke, leaning against the wall. Geralt saw me first and touched Sy’s shoulder before he walked away. Mike hung back too, leaving the two of us alone. Sy flicked his butt into a tray of sand and held his arms out and I let myself be drawn into his arms.

I felt his chest rumble as he hummed. I would miss that.

Sy lowered his head, his deep seductive drawl dripped like honey into my ear. “Give me some sugar, li’l girl.”

I raised my chin and his lips brushed mine. His hands lowered to the back of my jeans and slipped inside the pockets as he pressed his hips against me. I grabbed the nape of his neck and tugged on it, trying to get closer to him. The cool leather of his jacket creaked as he kissed me roughly, harder than usual. His beard scratched against my chin and his tongue was demanding, controlling, filling my mouth until I was dizzy. He took my breath away, but I didn't care.

He pulled away with a growl and rested his forehead on mine. For a while we stood like that content to breathe in each other's air.

Eventually his gaze drifted towards Geralt and Mike. Mine followed and while they weren’t looking directly at us, I could feel their eyes on us and I lowered my head as my heart began to thump erratically in my chest.

“Remember what we talked about,” Sy said, cupping my cheeks and making me look at him. He licked his lips and swallowed as he wiped his thumbs under my eyes. “‘Bout my Brothers?”

“Sy, I don’t…” I couldn’t finish the thought. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say that wasn’t going to be a lie?

“Just remember, okay? Whatever happens won’t change anythin’ between us, Lori.”

I shook my head. He can’t mean it. There’s no way. I wanted to be mad at him, to yell at him and curse him. Curse all of them for putting me in this situation.

Myself most of all.

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years ago

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ

Day 9: Loud

❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns, has a dick), fem reader (reader has a vagina), pet names (baby, babe), talk of insecurities bc of past relationships, oral (fem receiving), i didn't proof read this sorry love u sksksk

"Why are you being so loud? It sounds like you're faking it."

That's what your first boyfriend had said to you, catching you off guard. You were in the throes of passion, exceedingly horny and aching to cum multiple times with the help of your boyfriend. You weren't thinking about the noises you were making: how could you when you were dead set on going brain dead from cumming so much?

His words ultimately upset you, leaving you frustrated and insecure. The relationship didn't last much longer after that, thank God, but the effect was long-lasting. One stupid guy's obnoxious opinion caused you to start muffling your moans, forcing yourself to hold back all the sounds you wanted to let out. It was inconvenient, but the last thing you wanted was for someone else to criticize the noises you made during sex.

But now you were dating him.

He was such a dreamboat, a sweetheart, perfect for you. You were certain you were going to marry this man; there was no way you were going to let anyone else have someone as top tier as him.

And the sex wasn't too bad either.

Who were you kidding? The sex was fantastic. You'd only fucked a handful of times but your boyfriend could already play your body like a world-renowned musician, finding all your weak spots and zeroing in on them, happily overwhelming you. You were so lucky to have found a man who wanted nothing more than to please you, to make you cum, to ruin you in the best of ways.

But now there was a problem: you made a bit too much noise.

It really wasn't your fault: if anything, it was his fault for making you feel so good that you could barely breathe let alone think. It was then that you let out a lewd squeal, practically purring as you came for the nth time that night. You quickly stifled your moans, biting down on your arm to avoid embarrassing yourself any more.

But the problem was that he heard you. The problem was that he liked what he heard.

The problem was that he wanted to hear it again.

"Come on, babe," he begged, hands massaging your thighs, chin tucked into your tummy. "Uncover your mouth for me. Wanna hear you for once."

"Mm-mm," you whined, shaking your head quickly, hands curled into shy fists in front of your mouth. He huffed, opening his mouth and pressing his teeth down onto your stomach, making you squeak quietly.

"C'mon, baby. Why're ya hidin from me? I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours."

"N-No," you whimpered, your resolve cracking just a bit as you watched him move down between your legs, kissing along your thighs. "It… it's embarrassing."

"No, it's not, babe." He nosed along your pussy lips, breathing in deeply, eyes fluttering as your scent hit him. "Fuck, you smell good—babe, what's… what's wrong? Why don't you want me to hear you, huh? I mean, I just wanna hear you. Why is that too much to ask?"

You stared at him, your lip wobbling, eyes growing glassy as you pondered his words. He could see how upset you were getting, causing him to coo at you as he sat up.

"Oh, baby, no no no, don't cry. I'm not mad, baby, I promise. It's fine, just forget about it, I don't wanna see you upset—"

"I-I…" You sniffed, covering your face. "I-I-I don't want you to think I'm f-faking it…" You heard him 'aww' before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly to his chest, squeezing you.

"Oh baby, don't cry. I didn't mean to push you, I… I would never think you're faking it with me." Tears streamed down your cheeks as he stroked your hair, soaking into his shirt, creating damp patches. "Why would I think you're faking it, baby?"

"B-Because th-that's what other p-people think." His face twisted angrily, frustration evident in his tone.

"Who said? What people think that you're 'faking' it?" You sniffled, wiping at your face.

"One of my exes," you mumbled, causing him to scoff.

"Well, fuck them. You're not dating them anymore: you're dating me." He cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "You're my girlfriend, okay? I don't care what anybody else thinks about you because I think you're perfect the way you are. Don't worry about some shitty ex when the man of your dreams is right here."

You snickered at that, feeling a bit lighter after he said all that. You sniffed, watching your finger draw circles on his shirt.

"...I just don't want you to hate how I sound."

"Baby, I promise I will never hate how you sound. I'm already obsessed with you, so hearing your real moans would just make me fall for you even more."

You felt your body burn, your heart pounding a bit harder in your chest. You chew your bottom lip, nuzzling into your boyfriend's chest and hugging him.

"Thank you," you mumbled into him, feeling him rub his hand over your back.

"Of course, baby. Don't ever feel like you can't be yourself around me because I love every bit of you." You hummed, breathing deep as his hands moved over you, soothing you. He nosed at your hair, kissing your temple. "Now… would you give me the pleasure of making you feel good?" You shivered, stifling a giddy giggle, nodding slightly.

"Yeah."

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing down your face to your jaw, trailing over your neck before shuffling down between your legs again. He kissed over your thighs, nibbling lightly here and there before making eye contact with you. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable at all. I'll stop whenever you need me too."

"O-Okay."

He sighed, eyes hooded as he kissed over your upper pussy, nuzzling the fat there before pressing kisses to your pussy lips. He licked his lips before sticking out his tongue fully, slipping it between your lips and finding your clit. You trembled as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, applying the perfect amount of pressure, making you whine.

"Fuck, that's it, baby." His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently, making you keen. Your hips bucked unconsciously, hands curling in the sheets. His arms wrapped around you, holding you down to the bed so he could move his tongue down to your entrance. He pressed against your clenching hole, teasing you before pushing his tongue inside, wiggling it around.

"O-Oh my God! Babe, it—mm!--f-feels so good."

"Yeah?" he breathed, pulling his tongue out to suck your folds into his mouth. "Why don't you tell me how good it feels?"

"It—hnng—f-feels really good, babe. I love your mouth. Love when you eat me out. I love cumming on your face."

You could feel the vibrations from his groan, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your cunt. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, his own hips moving just a bit out of the corner of your eye. A particularly harsh suck made your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the strands, making him whine against you.

"O-Oh, oh baby, babe! Fuck, m-more, gimme more!"

"Yea? Ya want more?" You nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Wan' your fingers."

"Fuck—alright, baby. Lemme give 'em to you." He pulled back just to insert his middle finger into your cunt, licking your essence off his lips. He thrust it in and out of you a few times, gauging your reaction before he added his ring finger, curling the both of them. He smirked when you cried out.

"Oh!"

"Yeah? That the spot, baby? Does that feel good?"

"Mm-hm, mm-hm!" you replied eagerly, clenching around his fingers as they dug into your sweet spot. "P-Please, more!"

"Of course, baby. Anything you want." He brought his mouth back to your cunt, wiggling his face between your pussy lips until he found your engorged clit, sucking it hard. You squealed, hips twisting with each delicious thrust into you. You were so wound up already, so desperate to cum that you let all your insecurities fly out the window, focusing only on the mounting pleasure between your legs.

"Yes, yes, yes—oooh fuck, yes!" you moaned, hips meeting his hand with each thrust, pushing you towards your peak. Your boyfriend kept his eyes on you, his cock throbbing in his pants. The two of you had already had sex several times, but this was the first time he had seen you so wild and free, unburdened by the worry of how you sounded.

He absolutely loved it.

"Yeah, yeah, oh my God! Babe, go faster, please go faster, I can feel it—"

His fingers thrust faster into you, tongue flicking your clit with practiced precision, leaving you wailing with delight. Your boyfriend wished he had turned on a camera before this all started: he wanted a lasting memory of these temptatious moans and cries, your voice reaching octaves he had never heard in the bedroom before.

"Babe, babe, babe! Ooo, yes, yes, oh my God, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna—ooooh FUCK!" Your cunt spasmed around his fingers, slick gushing as you came. Your let out a gutteral groan before squealing in a high pitch, hips bucking wildly as he fucked you through your high. The sounds you made were better than any porno he had seen, your moans sending sparks of electricity down his spine, leading straight to his aching cock.

He slowed his assault on your cunt, pulling out his fingers just to bring his tongue down to your hole, licking you clean. You whined, thighs pressing against his cheeks as he slurped up your slick, drinking up every last drop of your essence before sitting up. You were panting, eyes blinking hazily at the ceiling for a moment before you started giggling, hiccupy laughs filling the bedroom. He smiled at how happy you seemed, smoothing his hands over your thighs.

"How was that?" You snorted, thighs clenching as you gazed at him.

"Amazing," you breathed, reaching out for him, wrapping your arms around his neck once he was close. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue, legs hooking around his waist. He pulled back after a minute, smiling down at you.

"Good. I'm glad you liked it, babe." You smiled shyly before biting your lip, glancing away.

"Did… was I—"

"You sounded hot," he interrupted, grinding his clothed cock against your cunt. You gasped as you felt his hard member press into you, moaning softly at the thought of how long he'd been so aroused.

He sat on his haunches, undoing his pants before taking his cock out. The head was leaking, eager to be inside you, to fill you up. He stroked himself lazily, smirking down at you.

"Now, let's see how loud you get on my cock."

#☀️ kinktober 2022 #smut #male fave #fave x reader #fave x fem reader #fem reader #☀️ fics

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starfallen-sloth · 3 years ago

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Ik this is random, but I wanna bite you. Not hard or anything, but like... affectionately. I wanna lightly bite your hand. But like... it means "I love you (/p)"... anyway, on a less weird note, Have a fantastic day/night/etc. :)

Oh! Thats not really all that weird at all :D

I'm a person who bites and nibbles out of affection so I getcha! And thank you, I appreciate the gesture ehehehhehe~☆

You have a good [timezone] as well darling! Love ya too! (/p)

#tempo talks #ahahaheehsb #ask any of my roommates or most folks on the veggie garden- im one hell of an affection biter-#answerin this real quick before headin to bed so if it reads incorrectly #'oopsie lmao' if it reads wrong and Ill fix laters~

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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DAY 18. INJURY.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA.

NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 700.

❝ warnings: the tittle says it. Angst, mention of blood, mention of injury, violence (?).

❝ a / n: you can send your threats to P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sidney, NSW. don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

A week has passed from your anniversary and Javi has kept his promise, taking you to your favorite place to have dinner and a lovely night. It doesn't matter if you've been together for the last year, the two of you still feel butterflies within your belly anytime the other smiles, holds the other's hand, or simply pronounces te amo. Also, the place can't be more perfect. Latin music sounding all around, different colors decorating the walls, candles illuminating the table —much better than one of these fancy restaurants where, in the end, you're hungrier than when you arrived.

Javi swings your hands laced, in silence and keeping his eyes to the front, coming back to the car to take you home and finish the night cuddling and watching a movie, taking the advantage that he has asked free the next morning to spend it with you in bed, as it's your day off too. Anything to compensate that he forgot your first anniversary. The most important day of your life.

“¿Te hace que veamos una de acción, ah?” You question, tangling your other arm around his to walk closer to him.

(Do you wanna see an action movie?)

“Nah, ya tengo demasiada acción en la vida… ¿Terror?”

(Nah, I have enough action in my day-to-day… Horror?)

“Tú lo que quieres es que me arrunche contigo…” You laugh shaking your head, watching him moving his to both sides with his lips puckered.

(You only want me to cuddle you).

“Es una forma de ve—”.

(That's one way to se—).

Javi doesn't finish his affirmation. A noise similar to a thunderbolt before a soft whistle cut off the conversation. When you're able to react, he has covered you with his arms, putting his back to the road. You feel all his weight falling over you and a moist heat staining your clothes. You two stumble to the floor under the attentive look of the passer-by walking around. Javi is almost shaking, grunting, crying. Your hands are covered in blood, but you don't feel any pain, just your heart about to jump off from your chest and abandon your body.

Its pace increases over level once you realize Javi is bleeding out. For a second, only for a second, you raise your eyes towards the two men openly, driving a cross bike down the avenue. You have seen their faces. And you're never going to forget them.

“¡Ayuda! ¡Ayuda, por favor!”

(Help! Someone help us, please!)

But nobody moves a finger as you continue pressing Javier's open wound. Two orifices. One on his back and another in his abdomen. In and out.

“Javi, Javi, mírame… mírame. No cierres los ojos”. At some point you've started to cry, begging for help from the people who are just staring at you in silence. “Mante— Mantente despierto, por favor… Por fa— Por favor”.

(Javi, Javi, look at me… look at me. Don't close your eyes. Ke— Keep awake, please… Ple— Please).

You have seen too many shots wounds in your life. You have removed one hundred bullets from any kind of body, but this is a different situation. A very different one. He is your boyfriend. The love of your life. You can't imagine a single day without him. And now, he's dying between your arms for protecting you.

You aren't sure from where you take the encouragement to take off his belt to make a tourniquet and urge him to press your jacket against it with the little strength he has, barely breathing. You stand up quickly, helping him to put on his weak feet and take him to his car —not really far away from your position.

The waiting room of the hospital is swarming with cops from the DEA and the national police when Steve and Connie arrive almost thirty minutes later. Till then, you've been in shock, just sitting on a chair looking at your trembling hands with dry blood wherever you look. Javier's blood. But when you see them appearing, you jump from your seat breaking into a loud cry. The blonde man welcomes you between his arms, tightly embracing you, as Connie tries to figure out how your boyfriend is. But they told her the same they have told you.

You have to wait.

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ahkaahshi · 4 years ago

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☾ 1 where reader and atsumu are together and osamu caught them? hope thats an okay request :P congratulations on 600!

prompt: ☾ #1 -> getting caught in the act with one of them by the other one

roomies: the miya twins (atsumu is the love interest)

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, edging, swearing, mentions of violence (as in samu trying not to beat tsumu’s ass, as per usual)

my note to you: this is not an okay request... it is a great request. fabulous. fantastic. breathtaking. wondrous. thank you ❤️

getting caught having sex with atsumu by osamu [mini shot]

In the midst of the haze surrounding you at feeling the constant growing and subsiding of your impending orgasm, you’re vaguely aware of the movie the two of you were watching earlier droning on in the background, completely unaware that it’s being fully ignored. The moment your (e/c) eyes shift away from Atsumu’s caramel gaze, he follows them to the laptop before reaching over and closing it.

“Better?” he asks somewhat breathlessly. A response bubbling up from your throat escapes in the form of a mewl when he pulls the leg you have draped over his torso further past his waist so he can thrust into you more deeply. He hums with pleasure and brushes his lips against your cheek. “I love bein’ able to hear ya, baby.”

After planting a few, gentle kisses against your cheek, his mouth trails over to yours so his tongue can slide between your lips. Your fingers dig into the firm muscles on his back so you can keep your bodies pressed flush against one another and increase every satisfying sensation you feel.

You’d always thought that your first time having sex with Atsumu after years of pent-up sexual tension would be fiery and passionate, like it was between the two characters in the movie you’d just been watching. However, it was rather late at night, and the two of you were worn out after a long day, hence your much lazier position. It was a far cry from the intense, backbreaking sex that you’d expected, but you enjoyed being in such an intimate, relaxed state with him just as much.

In spite of being ensconced up in a warm embrace with your leg wrapped around his waist in what appears to be a more tender and sleepy position, Atsumu’s still pounding into you rather ruthlessly. He’s not unbearably fast, but his thrusts are precise and paced deviously enough to keep you on the edge of your orgasm, just so he can hear his name roll off your tongue in desperation and relish in the sweet sounds of your pleasure.

“’Tsumu,” you whine softly against his lips when he slows his actions upon hearing your breathing become more erratic and feeling your walls clench around him.

It’s obvious that you’re growing impatient, so he gives your thigh a playful squeeze and assures you, “I’ll get ya there, sweetheart; don’t worry.”

His hot breath then falls upon your neck as he moves his head there to decorate it with small bruises while he picks up his pace once more to abuse the sweet spot within your core. Soon, you’re approaching your climax once more, and you’re so caught up in chasing your high that you don’t even notice the door swing open until another voice captures your attention.

“’Tsumu, how many fuckin’ times do I hafta tell ya not ta--”

A particularly loud moan echoing from your mouth soon morphs into a squeal when your eyes flutter open and see your other roommate standing a few feet away from the bed. “’S-Samu!” you cry.

“Well that ain’t the name I wanna hear when I'm fuckin’ ya,” Atsumu groans with irritation, withdrawing his face from your neck and glancing over his shoulder at his twin brother. “The fuck do ya want?”

Osamu’s dark eyes narrow as he argues, “I don’t have the patience for yer shitty attitude when yer the one that keeps hoardin’ my damn chargers.”

Atsumu growls, “Same goes for you.”

“Actually,” you pipe up, drawing both their attention to you, “I might’ve walked away with your phone charger on accident, ‘Tsumu.”

“Ah, that’s okay, baby girl; long as I get it back.”

The way your pussy tightens appreciatively around his cock at hearing his sweet name for you makes him groan and flop his head against the pillow. Keeping you on the edge of an orgasm all evening has meant doing the same for himself, unfortunately. With the lustful gazes you’re sharing, it’s nearly impossible for you to hold yourselves back in spite of his brother’s presence.

Osamu can see the looks in your eyes that reek of desperation, so he knows he has to get what he came for and leave soon before the two of you continue having sex right in front of him. “I swear if ya weren’t balls fuckin’ deep in (f/n) right now I’d smack the shit outta ya. Jus’ tell me where my laptop charger is,” he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.

Wordlessly, Atsumu points to an outlet at the other side of his bed so his lips can busy themselves with kissing yours once more. With as much haste as he can muster, Osamu shuffles across the room, yanks the cord out of the wall, and leaves.

A small chuckle escapes Atsumu’s mouth once Osamu’s gone, and he pulls away from you for a moment to mention, “Damn, (f/n), lookin’ at me like that while ‘Samu’s still in the room? Yer so hot.” You exhale with contentment and smile, but only for a moment, since he’s snapping his hips against yours in an instant and suggesting, “But I’d rather see how pretty you look when I'm making you cum.”

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rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip · 4 years ago

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Trade ya

based on this ask

TW//Slight violence and a mention of blood

Macaque slipped back into the theatre after his little chat with the Monkey Kid.

Boy howdy, that kid had some explaining to do, to his companions. If only he could stick around and watch that mess unfold. But he had to retrieve his lamp.

Honestly, that was easier than he thought it would be.

Wich was concerning.

As Macaque walked over to the stage he paused for a moment, where was (y/n) is all this?

The Monkey King was off doing his own thing for a while, and he'd assumed his kid would be hanging around Mk and his friends, yet the amber-furred monkey wasn't with them when they had entered the theatre.

Did Mk literally forget one of his friends? damn, he was starting to become like the Hero...

despite everything that's happened between them since the whole 'I stole the Monkey Kings powers from Mk and broke his trust leaving him emotionally distressed' thing, he actually wanted to get to know his kid(and maybe convince them to join him)the week of stalking wasn't enough for him to say the least.

Disregarding the thought (though not entirely) he make is way back to the remains of the lap.

And with a little magic it was good an new!

Fuck ya!

As he admirered his handy work for s little longer and sound of clapping caught is attention. Wiping his head around he saw the wired guy in a pin strip suit form the play, if Macaque remembered correctly this was the guy that game my the *Skeleton Key.

"My my, that was such a magnificent performance!"

"Ha, ya well it's over, t-this was the last show actually"

Oh he did not like this for a single second. His fur was standing on there ends screaming for him to just leave.

Just as Macaque was about to use the shadows to escape, in a flash of icy blue light the guy was now behind him, and the next thing he know he was being picked up by the neck and for some reason couldn't, fucking move.

What the actual hell is happening???

"Lady Bone Demon would like a word with you~"

In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed form the damaged auditorium he'd rented out to and underground cave with mechanical parts and machines everywhere.

Just one wif of the musty roten air and he knew he was in the Spider Queens lair. But it looked different then it had been that last time he was there.

Then again it's been centuries since he was last there.

He was shortly let go by the insane suite wareing guy and rubbed his neck where it had been grabbed. And just like that the guy disappeared, leaving the Lady Bone Demon in his stead.

"Why greetings Macaque, its beet long since we last spoke"

" not long enough if you ask me"

The white haired lady let out a hum of acknowledgement as she circled the monkey.

...

"Soo any particular reason why you got one of your brain dead servents to get me?" Macaque questioned, pulling back a bit not wanting to be in her immediate range.

Up purely tactical.

"Ah, well it's come to my attention that you poses something of grate use to me" her icy gaze fixed on the lamp.

"Ya not happening" Macaque said flatly, he went though a lot to get his hands on this thing and he wasn't going to part with it so easily. Besides what ever the Lady Bone Demon was planning, would spell doom for the world as they know it.

Macaque my be a bad guy in some sense, maby even be considered an antihero-that was just more of an ass on a good day- but he wasn't one for wold domination.

In the past he just wanted to wreck heaven with his dear beloved friend befor his change of heart, not enslave mankind. They just wanted to prove there worth nothing more. But this bitch, na she was jack shit crazy. It took the combined forces of Demons and celestials alike to seal her away, himself being one of said demons.

"Ohh what a shame, looks like I'll be keeping this little one then"

In a puff of smoke (y/n) collapses on the foor to her, there fur slightly matted with blood and a visible gash on the left eye.

Similar to where his was-

It wasn't deep and wouldn't cause damage, but it still needed treatment.

Holy hell is this where (y/n) was all this time?

Macaques mind was going a mile a minute but he kept his poker face.

"And I sould care about some random kid because?"

"Oh~ Don't play dumb with me, Six Eared Macaque. You know exactly who this little one is" she started using her powers for lift the amber-furred monkey off the ground there one good (color) eye glosed over and hazy.

"After all this is your child"

"Hate to brake it to ya, but I don't have a kid"

"My sources say other wise"

Several screens descended for the walls and around them, all flicked to like to reveal footage of Macaque during his little stalking mission when he first planed to steal the Monkey Kings powers and found out about his long lost kid, and then some other footage of his watching them from the shadows.

Oh, oh no.

"I had my suspension on the Luner New Years, but your reaction solidify's my assumption"

Wha- shit his poker face slipped! Shiiiit

"So I'll ask again, the lamp or your child- they won't die persay, but I think the underground market would pay a hefty sum for one of such unique lineage"

His heart was beating faster than he thought possible, wait why would it be doing that! He shouldn't care! Should he?

Glancing between the lamp and (y/n)'s beaten form Macaque made a decision he might soon come to regret.

(Y/n) was having a good evening, well that was until the Spider Queens minions jumped them while on there way to the theater to meet up with the others(minus Sandy, what he had cats to take care of!)

When the first woke up it was in a dingy cell. And the next thing they knew the Spider Queen tried to get information about the Monkey Kings whereabouts.

"Ya right like the peach loving old man tells me anything! So if you could kindly let me on my marry way that would be fantastic"

You realy needed to know when to such your mouth or just give total bullshit information because Queeni had gotten pissed, and tried to beat the information out of you.

The Lady Bone Demon had to pry the spider off you. Saying you still had a use befor you blacking out.

When they woke for a second time everything was hazy, and there was muffled talking almost like they where under water.

Water was nice, you should learn to swim! It seems like fun! Maby you could get Mk or Mai to teach you.

After all the Monkey King was a shitty swimmer- wait no he was crap as under water fights, but wouldn't that require swimming as well-

Uh oh, was you being moved? Nooo das no gooood stop!

Ughhh why won't the muffin voices stop! And why can't I feel my eye!

E-y-e

Y E S spelles yes

E Y E S spells eyes how did that one guy get that confused, and you is moving again ST 0 p

Wait this was more comfy than before, is that red? Oh my moons it is! It's so soft!

And soft it was and you drifted to a more comfortable rest this time.

The third and final time (y/n) woke, they weren't in a cell, or had a hazy mindset. Areas not that hazy, but this time it was more so due to medicine than pain.

In fact they lay on a plush mattress, with equally soft pillows and nice heavy blankets tossed other them.

As (y/n) sat up they winced in pain slightly.

Looking down they take notice of the bandages, and a slitting head- and there are bandages on your eye as well fucking perfect.

"Good to see your up" a voice greated. Wiping their head to the side, there stood Macaques with a slight concerned look on his face.

Wha- owowowowowowowow

Probably shouldn't be moving so fast as (y/n) winced in pain again.

As (y/n) tried to steady themselves again and think of a retort, and side of the bed diped and a hand was placed oh your forehead, whilst the other heaped your arm.

"What are you-" "checking to see if you're fever spiked " "I has a heaver?" "Fever, and yes it set is last night after a particularly nasty infection" "oh"

"Wait, why are you-"

"The Bone bitch had you, i-i couldn't just let her harm you any more than she already had"

"That's dumb, you're dumb"

Sigh

"Okay back to sleep with you"

"Where am I?" "One of my safe houses, now sleep"

Sleep but what if...

"I-its okay, it'll be okay I'll be here when you wake again"

(y/n) blinked at him.

"I promise" he said softly as he guided you back down to the pillow, he retucked you in and was about to leave when (y/n) caught his hand.

Well fuck

Uhhh, you know what he's had a long fucking day himself he needs some sleep too.

So discarding his scarf to the side, as well as some armor plating and his shoes, Macaque got into the bed himself and just used himself. As he made himself comfortable, back tuned away for his pup a single thought echoed in his head.

'Im a fucking dad now, geat'

*Skelton Keys are said to open any door, plus the cannon key had a skull on it so why not?

UwU Anon you have no idea what this means, you have water my crops cleared my skin and my mind is sane!

I was originally planing to have this thing where the spider queen captured the reader/oc and used the robo parasight to make them a follower, but this, this is so much better sksksksksksk

I did most of this on mobile and my auto correct is bitchy 🙃

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid problem childern au #problem childern au #au #this is the really good angst #anon your brain is huge #rip a dip dip wrights

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stusbunker · 4 years ago

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Hunters’ Crossing: Moving In

A Kinky Swingin’ Supernatural AU

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Written for: @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 3535

Square Filled: Teasing

Summary: Dean and you work on moving into your new house. Which just happens to be Sam and Rowena’s old place. A neighbor stops by while Dean is out, welcoming you to the cul-de-sac. As the day goes on, you enjoy distracting your husband until he has had enough.

Warnings: 18yo+, shower sex, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, fingering, anal sex, analingus, dirty talk, just happy couple smut.

Pre-read by @cracksinthewalls & @thoughtslikeaminefield (who also made the awesome header).

Dean had been up and itching to get the show on the road for over an hour. The only things left unboxed in the two bedroom ranch, you had been renting since moving back to town, was the mattress, bedframe and a change of clothes. As of sometime after midnight, Dean and you were packed and ready to go. Unfortunately for your husband, you were still sound asleep.

He started pacing, or what sounded like pacing from your exhausted face-down state. It turned out he had started moving the boxes from your room to the driveway.

Dean wasn’t being loud, but it was really fucking early for that.

You crawled out of bed just after eight, shrugged into the old top and leggings you had left out the night before, and prayed he had gotten coffee.

“And she’s up,” Dean snapped his fingers in excitement. You grumbled your good morning, but snuggled into his side as he dialed Benny, his lead mechanic and the guy who was bringing the trailer. You nursed your coffee (with all the right fixings) as Dean finished his call.

“Can you believe where we’re gonna be livin’?” Dean kissed your temple, then looked down at you like a kid on the way to Disneyland.

“Uh, yeah, so can the bank account. You’re lucky you’re so cute and Sam’s lucky you have a soft spot for him,” you finished on a mumble.

“You love that house, don’t be like that,” Dean tisked at you.

“I do! I do. It’s just, I could have slept for like four more hours,” you whined. “Thank you for my coffee.”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but you could tell he was pleased he had done good. You left a quick kiss on his jaw before he walked away to start hauling more things outside.

Barely ten minutes had passed when Benny and Bobby sauntered up the walkway. Before you had even metabolized the caffeine, the first trip was underway.

Hunter’s Crossing was the last cul-de-sac at the end of Lawrence Lane. Which ran the length of the development known as the Ethereal Estates. The four bedroom, three bathroom McMansion that you and Dean had purchased from his younger brother Sam was on the northern corner, facing south. Dean pulled the Impala into the garage with Benny and Bobby with the truck and trailer filling the driveway right behind you.

As you climbed from the passenger’s seat, Benny let out an impressed whistle.

“Damn, Boss, you’ve gone full country club on us,” the large man drawled.

“Can it, nimrod, or you’ll give him an even bigger head,” Bobby warned. Benny and you both laughed.

“You done? Cuz, last time I checked you can walk and talk,” Dean snipped, only half-heartedly. Bobby gave you a gentle smile as you shivered against the early spring air. You all fell in line behind Dean and awaited your assignments.

Two hours into hauling furniture, Garth showed up to give a hand. Unlike Bobby and Benny, who worked directly for Dean at Winchester & Son’s garage, Garth, a long time friend, was an accountant who helped Dean learn the books when John retired. His wife Bess was the kindest person you had ever met.

You were settled into organizing mode when the guys left to pick up the last round of boxes. Then, the doorbell rang.

A man stood on the front porch, draped against the doorframe like he had known you for years, tucked into a fitted black suit paired with the softest looking tee shirt you had ever seen. His mischievous eyes crinkled above a flirtatious smirk as he introduced himself.

“Baz, hi, I’m at the center of the loop. Welcome to the neighborhood, wish it were over better circumstances, but happy to keep it in the family, as it were,” he rolled off before you could even reply. He must be in sales, you thought.

“Hi,” you gave him your name, finding it easy to smile under his charms.

“You're the sister-in-law? So where’s brother dearest?” He teased in a tonal accent.

“Oh you know, sent him to do the heavy lifting. They’ll be back before long.” You stood up straighter.

“Right, well, we’re having a dinner party next week. It’s kind of a regular thing, we take turns hosting, and my wife’ll kill me if I don’t pass on the invite. Friday at seven? We have cocktails, and get gussied up for one another,” he mentioned passively, but you caught the drift. It wasn’t a backyard barbecue. “It’s all a bit pretentious if you ask me-- Well, who am I kidding, right?”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his expense. “It sounds great--- Bash?”

“Baz,” his voice sizzled along the last letter.

“Baz, sorry. Uh, I’ll have to check with Dean, but I don’t think we have anything going on.” You gave him your best customer smile.

“How about I’ll just pop back when you’re better settled? I didn’t mean to pressure you, love,” Baz waved as he backed off the porch.

“You’re fine, really,” you apologized. “It’s just the first day, a lot to sort out.”

“Of course! Take your time. Right, well, I’ll be seeing you, ta ta,” Baz waved with a tight lipped grin.

You closed the door and exhaled. That was more than you had heard from your neighbors in the three years you had lived at your last place. It was kind of exciting getting an invitation on the first day, now if you could just convince your husband to go. But Dean didn’t really get ‘gussied up’ for much.

Dean found you in the kitchen, kneeling on the counters as you sorted the plates. There was so much space, everything was able to get its own shelf. You heard him start the tap, just out of your line of sight. Quickly, you sensed his amusement as you continued to stack and place the piles by size.

“Don’t laugh at me, it’s easier this way,” you said without looking at him. When he didn’t reply, you grew curious to what he was up to, slowly you turned around to find him leaning against the island which held the double sink, eyes firmly on your ass. You sighed, but leered back at him, down to just his t-shirt after the last of your belongings had been unloaded. He wiped his wet lips with the hem of his shirt, flashing the sweaty plane of his abs at you.

“Don’t mind me, carry on,” Dean sassed, waving you back to the task at hand.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing off the counter with an exaggerated arched back. You broke down the box and moved onto the next, knowing Dean was enjoying his water break more than he should.

“Why don’t you call for pizza? Get the guys fed for all their help,” you suggested as you climbed back up to stock another set of cabinets, this time with glassware.

Dean nodded before he finished off the last of his water. As he scrolled through his phone for a number, you remembered your visitor.

“Babe? You got anything going on on Friday?” You watched him think.

“No, why?” Dean didn’t look up, brow scrunched in concentration.

“We were invited to the neighbors’ for a dinner party,” you sing-songed the last words, emphasizing the level of chic.

“What neighbors?” Dean paused.

“The ones in the big house in the middle. Baz, was his name. Said they do it a lot and take turns hosting,” you shrugged. “Could be fun. It was nice to be welcomed to the neighborhood.”

“How long was this guy here?” Dean’s face froze in suspicion.

“He just stopped by!” You chuckled aghast, but you couldn’t hide the blush Dean’s interrogation had brought back.

“So, what, he just conveniently shows up to check out the hot new neighbor when he saw us leave?” Dean shook his head and stood straight, squaring off. “I don’t know, sounds like a creepy thing to do.”

“Shut up, he’s married! He said his wife would kill him if he didn’t extend the invitation. Calm down, would ya?” You hopped down to face him. Dean grumbled and went back to his phone. “Hey?”

“What?” Dean huffed.

“I love you.” You placed your chin on his shoulder as he got over his temporary pouting.

“Yeah?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, and smirked at you.

“Yep.” You popped the p.

“You want the usual?” Dean put his phone to the opposite ear.

“Please?” You grinned, as he settled against the sink once more.

His fingertips swatted the curve of your hip as you walked away.

You had left an entire room for the empty boxes. Without enough furniture to fill the space and after Sam and Rowena sold off half of theirs to cover the costs of the divorce, it was easy to let the cardboard pile up as the day went on. As you waited for lunch to arrive, you trudged through the living room to drop off another few flattened boxes.

Dean asked Benny and Garth to reassemble your bed and the guest bed upstairs, while he and Bobby organized tools and lawn equipment in the garage. You could see Dean and the older man talking through the window in the study, or the current box depot. Your husband had a fantastic profile and you took a few moments to appreciate it.

Slowly you tore yourself from your reverie and started to break down the remaining intact boxes. You quickly grew overheated and bent over to crack the window. You caught Dean’s eye as you wrenched the stiff windowpane up. He was watching you from the tops of his eyes, mouth open as his tongue played with his top teeth.

He always had such a sinful mouth.

The glint of chrome flashed from his window up to yours, the wrenches he was lining up nearly forgotten as you ducked your head out the window, strategically pinning your breasts between your folded arms. He was not shy about taking in the show, his eyes grew dangerous with want.

There was a sudden pounding on the front door. Just as quickly as you draped yourself out the window, you rocked back and away from Dean’s hungry glare.

The beer bottle was cold against your lips as you let the tangy liquid wash down the mouthful of pizza you had practically inhaled. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the smell wafted in from off the porch. Best pizza around and you were finally in the delivery radius, suburbia already had its perks.

“Save some for us, darlin’,” Benny teased, as he cracked off the top to his bottle.

"Hey, I'm not the one driving anywhere, you get your one, the rest are mine," you sassed back.

You took another sip, locking eyes with your husband across the table. He licked his lips before taking a generous swallow of beer. A familiar heat sizzled in his eyes.

"Good to know who's really in charge," Bobby nudged Garth to hand him his beer, which Garth passed on.

"I don't want to get drunk," the skinny man reasoned.

"Yeah, and I don't want to have to call Bess to pick you up," Dean agreed and took the offered beer from Bobby, though his was nearly full.

"Somebody's ready to celebrate," Bobby teased.

"They're ready for something," Benny taunted. "A little horizontal mambo seems to be in the cards."

"It has been a long day, a little might be all he's got left," Bobby agreed.

You almost spit out your beer as you giggled with their banter. Dean chugged his beer and rolled his shoulders.

"Mind your business, or I'll have you work late every Friday until I'm sick of looking at ya," Dean said after a faint belch.

"Yes, sir," Benny nodded, smirking at you with a little wink. You shook your head and sighed. The food quickly disappeared alongside the beer, leaving you all stuffed and lethargic. You rolled your shoulders and followed the guys out through the garage. Dean shook hands goodbye while you leaned against the double wide door frame, smiling and waving. You were grateful for all they had done to get you settled in.

“Have a good weekend, boys!” you called, watching them climb into the truck. Dean sauntered back to your side, sweat stained shirt rumpled, hair askew, and handsome as ever.

“Ready to go break in that fancy shower?” he asked, fingertip dragging your hair from your pulse point. A devilish chill ran down your spine, you couldn’t help but shiver from his touch.

“I am beat, Hot Stuff,” you lamented. “A shower does sound amazing though.”

“Let’s get you naked, then we’ll see who’s beat,” Dean punned horribly.

You groaned and then gave him a meager chuckle. “Do you even hear yourself sometimes?”

“I’m fucking hilarious, it’s one of the reasons you married me,” Dean insisted, leading you back into the house by the small of your back. You stomped through the mudroom and passed the kitchen to the stairs, every step up felt like you had concrete bricks for feet.

“No rush or anything,” Dean teased, hands firmly on your hips, always so supportive.

“Why did we buy a two story house?”! You fell dramatically forward, slumped on the landing, with your legs and arms askew like limp noodles. “Can I just nap here first? It’s so far!”

Dean stood two steps behind you, hands on his hips and bitch face on. “Really?”

You rolled to your back, knees bent and propped yourself up on your elbows, as if it was the hardest thing in the world. Starring up at his annoyed face, you got creative.

“Please? Just take a little break with me?” You opened your legs suggestively, seeing his eyes rake over your body before he rolled them in mock annoyance.

“Five minutes, then I’m getting clean, with or without you,” Dean warned. He fell into the cradle of your thighs, his chest was flush with your heat, as his face burrowed into your cleavage. His arms snaked around your shoulders, holding you up to him like a pillow. It would have been uncomfortable, if he didn’t feel so damn good squishing you into the plush carpet.

Every inch he touched burned through your clothing, the radiant heat of his body oozing into your tired muscles, turning your blood into molten sludge, pooling at your core. Dean hummed and shifted above you, the tip of his nose teasing a nipple.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in every room of this house,” Dean murmured, voice husky and full of promise. “Gonna make you scream my name until there is no doubt every inch of this place belongs to me.”

“To us,” you replied, pulling his face up to look at your lust blown eyes.

“Just you and me,” Dean agreed, kissing a clothed tit, and then the next. He slid up on his toes until his hard edges crooked against your welcoming curves. Then he kissed you blind.

You twisted your hands into his hair and the back of his shirt, clinging to him as he sucked every memory of exhaustion from your mind. The satisfaction of a day’s work done and the hope of new beginnings flooded into your already happy existence, filling you with a blissed out giddiness as Dean began to grind his hips against you. You gasped, breaking the kiss, before dragging his shirt over his head.

He leaned back and placed a swift kiss on your lips. “Five minutes are up.”

You groaned in dismay as Dean untangled himself from your limbs and climbed the last six steps to the second floor.

“You coming or what?” He barked at you, belt already flapping open, erection poking his shorts out of his fly.

Dean usually hated shower sex, too many slippery surfaces and not a lot of space to get things done. But now that you had a walk in shower stall, custom-made for his giant brother, Dean had become an enthusiast.

What started on the stairs, led to him staying dressed on the bottom half until you were completely bare. Then he started the water, letting it get as close to boiling as he could stand and how he knew you liked it. He escorted you under the massive showerhead and pulled back your hair, letting the water soak every inch of your skin.

He wouldn’t let you touch him.

Then he started to scrub, louva sudsy and soothing over your shoulders, under your arms, around your breasts, leaving the parts that needed him most tight and wanting. Once you were as clean as he was going to let you get, Dean brought out the shampoo, letting you finish, not trusting himself to be gentle enough with your tresses.

It took him less than five seconds to finally get naked.

Once your hands reached above your head, Dean started his attack. He lapped one nipple into his hungry mouth as you groaned. Dean watched you the entire time as he mouthed your tits, wanting to push you to the edge as many times as he could get away with.

Fucking tease.

Then he moved between your legs, and the way he left parts of you unwashed all made sense. Because he wanted to taste you, not your floral body wash. He fell to his knees and hooked a thigh over his shoulder, leaving rough kisses on each thigh. Back and forth he went until you were dizzy and whimpering. He rinsed his hands and licked his finger tips for good measure, watching you wait for him to get on with it.

Then he began to stroke your folds. Ever so carefully, he pulled you open, cherishing the way you quaked for him. Your wetness only aiding in the tortuously slow glide of his fingers, front to back, back to front. After more breaths than you could keep track of, Dean pressed into you, two calloused fingers as deep as they could go.

You grasped his neck, desperate to hold on, because as soon as he would, you needed Dean’s tongue on your throbbing clit.

“Whoa--- everything alright up there?” Dean said with laughter in his voice.

“God, fuck, Dean,” you begged.

“Yeah?”

“Please, stud, I need you,” you panted, nails digging into his back.

“Might want to think about how you were acting all day then. Climbing around like a jungle cat. Practically flashing me and Bobby in the garage. Flirting with the neighbors,” Dean tisked at you. “I’m just giving you what you gave me.”

Then he shut up and put out. That sinful mouth decadently pulled and puckered every inch of flesh, until you were screaming over the torrent of the shower. Once his tongue joined his fingers, you were gone. Liquid heat squeezed out of you as your body shuddered out the aftermath, thanking his skillful digits for their efforts.

At long last, you were bent in half, hands braced against the intricate tile as he speared into you from behind. Your body fighting to keep the water out, which only pushed Dean to thrust harder against the unrelenting tightness. Your legs were going to give out soon, it was all too much, the warmth of the shower and the way, even on your tiptoes, Dean had to crouch with his bowed legs to hit your sweet spot with every single stroke.

When he smacked your ass, you faltered, elbows bending and falling forward. He caught you, slowly easing out of your abused cunt, until you were back on steady feet. You turned to kiss his pink lips, still heady with your juices. Carefully Dean reached behind you to turn off the water, brushing his chest against yours. You reached up and pinched his nipple. In return, he let his hand drop down to cup your mound, tapping a gentle rhythm across your slit.

“Ready for that nap, now?” He offered, kissing your temple.

“Definitely.

You spent the rest of the weekend unpacking and screwing, just like Dean wanted: in every room of the house.

He ate you out as a pre-breakfast in bed, first thing Sunday morning, slow and dirty. The noises that came from his plush lips made you writhe just as much as the work his tongue put in. You sucked him off while he made you a proper meal, but only during the prep work as bacon spatter is nothing to toy with.

You rode him while he tried to watch opening week baseball highlights in your new living room, your bare legs deliciously smooth against the leather of the couch. He took your ass after he watched you doing laundry, bending down to pull the hot towels out of the dryer was too much for him. So, he dragged you up stairs to a spare bedroom, licked you clean and then worked you twice over before slamming home and filling you filthy.

Moving was the best idea you’d ever had. You loved the house and couldn’t wait to get to know your neighbors. Life was good, you just didn’t realize it could get even better.

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randomfandomnoms · 4 years ago

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Extended profile?

So! I was bored at 4 am and was like, hey me? Wanna make a new profile instead of being productive and finishing commissions, or even getting a regular night of sleep? Sure me! Wonderful idea you fantastic fox! Thank you me, and must I say you look certainly✨dashing✨ In your oversized anime shirt and galaxy socks you chose for your 'sleep' attire. Oh stop it, you know how I get when people compliment me! O///O

Anyways, now that that stupid train of thought is over, ON TO THE NEXT!

So, my name is King/Primrose How ya doin?

Not my real names, but I have too many nicknames to count so we'll go with these two UvU

I am a member of the Furry and LGBT communities and I will likely post some art and stories based around em.

I do NOT support racism, sexism, homophobia, hate towards furries, pedophilia, or any of that nasty stuff! Not big on politics, but hey! Politics never actually please someone 100% of the time right?

I am a pretty queer demi-gal, and usually label myself as Lesbian since I only ever liked ONE dude. No offence guys, but yeah... -3-

My oc is a Kitsune named King, who can be described as a living yin yang with gems and a ✨fabulous✨ personality. Sometimes she's a humanoid in cases. I'll tell you the story later.

My main hobbies seem to include art (traditional and digital) , animation, and writing. I write original stories as well as fanfics (mostly Soul Eater and Owl House)

And well, I guess I support vore too if it is nonsexual, safe/soft, and preferably G/t.

Which means i'll be posting some of that content but not just that sort of thing of course!

I mainly share my stories on Wattpad ( AmityTheGayQueen )

My animations on Scratch ( DeFlyingWolf and XXPrimrosePuppersXX )

And my art on furrafinity! ( K1ng.B )

I think that wraps it all up! Maybe check them out if you like! Also I LOVE pokemon, so if you ever want to buddy me just ask UvU

Aaaand I love roleplays! Especially based around Owl House, or a G/t

Links to my stories posted on Tumblr//

OWL HOUSE SEASON 1//

Hanahaki:

https://randomfandomnoms.tumblr.com/post/661846441017409536/hanahaki

OWL HOUSE SEASON 2//

A Cold Place (prologue):

https://randomfandomnoms.tumblr.com/post/659745900191711232/new-lumity-book-sneak-peek

Moonlight

https://randomfandomnoms.tumblr.com/post/676250453407924224/moonlight-ll-lumity-story

LITTLE WITCH ACADEMIA//

https://randomfandomnoms.tumblr.com/post/670860563627245568/tiny-akko-p-1-lwa-story

That should be all! See you later, sweet dreams, and I hope you have an amazing day/night! :3

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What are everyone's "abilities" in Survivors? Ryley has good hearing and Milo glows but what do the others have?

!!! YOU HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT MY AU !!! THE FLOODGATES OF YELLING HAVE OPENED!!

OK SO. as u mentioned ryley has good hearing and milo glows. basically,

ryley = good hearing

milo = glowy boy

emily = electric detection (cooler than i describe rn my vocabulary is small)

danby = like emily's but reverse. controls electromagnetic things

roman = night vision

jochi = the most superpower like one, he got quick regeneration.

avery = telepathy!

bart = also kind of telepathy but more like future telepathy. he has future vision.

and i. never thought of one for ozzy actually and at this point i have no idea what to give them that wouldn't have been brought up prior so. u know genetics are weird! they just dont have anything ig. nobody look at me LABDKABDLABD

AND ALSO paul and marg have powers! paul got that peeper enzyme carrier thing, and marg got the very funny power of feeling others emotions. yes that includes the fish. yes this is one of the primary reasons she didnt kill paul over a decade of dealing w him. yes she hates it.

and the vesper haven't been sick long enough to develop anything! or at least thats what im going with bc i havent thought of anything for them yet 😔

AND NOW: LONGER EXPLANATIONS. IM GONNA GET CARRIED AWAY SO ITS UNDER A READ-MORE.

first off on the list: bart! so bart.. kinda has futuristic visions?? but the things he sees are not set in the stone,, as in if he dreams about smth (a lot like ryley can!) it is possible to change those events! most of these visions/telepathy type stuff were bc of the emperor and warpers, and also al-an! once the sea emp died and the warpers all calmed down his powers kind of go away a bit. i think i wrote al-an sort of mentioning it in one chap of awa?? but its only kind of implied. so he has rlly similar powers to avery except he can't tell what others are thinking and he can only kind of tell how his closest friends r feeling. so right now bart pretty much doesn't have powers! he can communicate w the warpers and sea emps much easier than the others tho (he's the only one that can talk to warpers! im not sure he'd get along w them after being hunted down by them for like 12 years though KABDLSBRLSHD)

avery has telepathy! this is because when he first shows up he jokes about having telepathy and i was like "haha. WAIT." and then he got telepathy! i realize its a bad idea to not come up with their powers until as im writing but uhhh well. i never said i was a fantastic writer who's smart. KANROSHROSBF.

he also kind of had marg's empathy ability but wayyy dialed back. he can only tell how other humans are feeling and he can only vaguely understand it as opposed to feeling the emotions himself like marg does. so he can kind of tell how others are feeling and he can tell what theyre thinking about! unless of course for plot convince he can't. strong emotions, especially strong negative emotions (ie. fear) can overwhelm him and makes his powers stop working. and if someone is convinced they're right then he wont b able to tell they're lying/hiding something! yay plot convenience!!

roman has night vision. i have no way of making this sound cool he just straight up can see really well in the dark. like a cat. most of the powers were based off where they originally landed and what would help them in that area! and roman landed in the sparse reef, which is so dark all the time i cry thinking about it. so he has night vision! his poor eyesight is probably all kinds of fucked up now tho.

jochi has regeneration abilities! now i know this might sound a bit much but he just heals from cuts and stuff faster and like. he bones heal fast. and he's more likely to survive smth that might usually kill someone, but its like a 10% higher chance of living nothing too much. he doesn't rlly get scars as much as the others, and its healed his old ones a bit more! this is by far the most unrealistic power of them all, but ya know its alien fish planet game who cares. basically bc his life support systems failed his spine got all fucked up and he got infected faster bc he was barely alive for the first few days and spent a lot of time w bart who was looking after him. power helped fix his back, but he still has a rlly bad limp and pretty much constant pain. big mood there khasar 😔✊

emily can detect electromagnetic waves! works best underwater. kind of like ryley's, but instead of hearing noises she can only hear anything electric, like vehicles or ampeels or heartbeats. gets all fucked up during thunderstorms though sadly. she's the only other one that can kind of hear warpers and can tell when ones about to warp around but she cant actually talk back to them. pretty sick if u ask me tho.

danby has p similar powers to her bc ampeels also spawn in the bulb zone. except he can sense them at a much smaller distance, cant hear warpers, and can control the waves around him! mostly just his own tho. so like, he can quiet his heartbeat or make it stop all together. scary power that he does not know how to control. uh oh. but he can also control other creatures a bit! he's very good at hiding bc of this, which is nice bc he loves to hide from scary things. very big mood once again.

milo is glowing powers! looks a lot like the transparency of a ghost levi or a crabsquid, although he isn't as see through as them. you can def make out like veins but not bones or organs. his powers are activated by touch, the more force behind will create more glow and more transparency! a poke = goes away within a few seconds, a slap = stays for a minute or so. instead of bruises, he just glows until the bruise would normally go away. he's basically a living glowstick. i have another joke for this but i cannot physically convince myself to type it bc its some shit emily would say to him and i cannot embarrass him like that LABDLABDKABAKD

andd ryley's super hearing! can hear basically everything within a mile radius at all times. im bad at math and i don't know the metric system but i think that's like around 1k meters. wait does the metric system use mile already. no. ONCE AGAIN NEVER SAID I WAS SMART.

OK ANYWAYS back on track! this means he can hear about half of the crater at all times. he's gotten p good at blocking out background noise and anything far away. typically only hears everything within like 300 meters of himself. so when he does get back to just hearing everything its like. u ever take out headphones in a busy place and everything kinda hurts for a few seconds bc its so much noise. yeah like that but 500x worse. he's able to concentrate on specific areas within this 1 mile field but if its far away it fucks him up good for a lil while. sorry ryley :(

and then the other two degasi! as mentioned before, paul can carry enzyme like the peepers, but he also can kind of make some himself! only small amounts and it works a bit less than the peeper enzyme does. he does not have to cough it up though thankfully it just like. idk how to describe this idea it can just kind of leave through his skin?? he has like no control over his power at all it just kind does its own thing and he deals w it. this is primarily how he and marg survive for so long w/o dying to kharra!

and finally marguerit! highly empathetic abilities that allow her to feel the emotions of anything around her! i thought it would be funny as hell to give MARGUERIT of all ppl Big Emotion Disease. this is a big reason why she has had yet to murder paul and why she's a lot less murderer like in the au. its hard to kill someone if you. you know. can feel exactly what they are. probably the reason she adopted Dog Bart/Legally Preston Emotionally Not. saw sad puppy and felt too bad to leave him. like paul, she has basically no control over it and is one of the reasons she does NOT want to go back to the survivors base and be around so many other ppl, she'd be feeling like, 13 ppl's emotions at one time. all these powers have fucked up drawbacks dont they??

once again sam, robin, jeff, maxim, and ozzy are (for now at least) not gonna have any powers! mutations are weird and ozzy just didn't get anything, and the vesper haven't been sick long enough for any yet!

OK THATS ALL. HOLY SHIT SORRY FOR YELLING FOR 15 MINUTES. GOT CARRIED AWAY. hopefully that explains everything tho OABEOABROANRJS OK BYE MY PHONE IS ALMOST DEAD

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thxngam · 4 years ago

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Do you have any favorites in terms of s7 fics or post-canon/future fics in TWW? thank you :)

I really have become a rec blog huh? This is the most fun thing ever lmao, please keep asking for recs!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27898720--glory is that bright tragic thing by shesmyplusone: a very very cute fic of josh talking to leo’s grave with a visitor. mentions all the s7 cast with some of josh’s own thoughts. ngl, almost cried

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28259976--Send a Postcard From Down the Street by @cauldronoflove: one of my favorite s7 fics! maybe my absolute favorite idk that’s a hard spot to be in. it’s mostly donna and sam being besties (which, btw, the best friendship ever) and talking about sam’s decision to leave but also them worrying about the new administration, and also donna being an absolute badass with helen santos (who i love, fight me), and...you know, i’ll stop here, but this is definitely something to read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28096008/chapters/68838846--she might just be my everything and beyond by romanovaly: a donnajosh fic! this advances their relationship very very quickly and it’s an adorable two chapter fic with the entire bartlet gang! i agree with the author; i will always be salty that we never got a complete family reunion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28030764/chapters/68668905--In The Beginning by spamtotz: another donnajosh fic! ngl most postcanon fics are donnajosh, but no complaints from me lol. Unlike the last fic, this one focuses on their fledgling relationship feat. Josh Being An Entire Idiot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27537739/chapters/67347088--And the Pursuit of Happiness by @welcometo-yourworld: samjosh being idiots postcanon! this one is still being actively updated, but it also features Josh being an idiot but with company! it’s so so so good, and not a single character is OOC. i don’t really know how to describe this other than good lol, but definitely worth the read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/150951--Out at Sea by tosca1390: cj & Danny! i should read more of this ship...hm. Either way, this is such a good fic, and makes me feel nostalgic for some reason though the show is obviously fictional? it also features toby and cj, which was one of the best pairs, idc if you ship it romantically or platonic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/150944--April(Again) by tosca1390: a moment between josh and sam with their new roles, but their friendship is so funny. also mentions of donnajosh, so samjosh is entirely brotp here, but i love this slice of life!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/549156--Cupcakery by tosca1390: literally plotless, but so so so good! idk its ainsely and sam being cute with a side of bram. i think it also mentions rory gilmour from gilmour girls but I've also never seen gilmour girls so idk lol. i mostly love it for the sam/ainsley

https://archiveofourown.org/works/687863--Giving in to Ainsley by fluffernutter8: another sam/ainsley fic! (there should be a ship name lol I’m getting tired of typing that out) this one is like 50% sam and josh just talking but it’s not like boring or anything, it’s mostly sweet with a little bit at the end that makes my heart flutter with the p o s s i b i l i t i e s

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10724649--Transitions by shanegray: josh introspection post series! it also includes snippets of some cute stories post story. 10/10, have and will probably read again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2444471--The Human Spirit by brutti_ma_buoni: a moment between sam and josh talking about leo post series. this one is only available to archive users tho, but if you have an account, definitely log in and read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27898720--glory is that bright tragic thing by shesmyplusone: a josh fic mostly, but with mentions of all the season characters. it’s very very sweet, might give you cavities!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11454501/1/Key-Square?__cf_chl_jschl_tk__=f8cebedafcafdf27e34fc2c951981d4b1c4faacf-1610378507---Key Square by Every Shade of Blue on FF.net: (not a fan of FF.net and I shortened the link, so you have to click on it, not copy and paste bc it was really long) set way post series, but absolutely wonderful. another seaborn for president fic! i include it in this list bc it covers the ending part of the santos admin

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11782078/1/Brotherhood--Brotherhood by Every Shade of Blue of FF.net: (this link is fine) I, like the author, was disappointed that we never got a sam/toby reunion, so here it is lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1077955--The People’s Servants by Speranza: Big Block of Cheese Day in the santos admin! isn’t that wonderful?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28442229--Balancing on Breaking Branches by @slightlyraspberry: s7 but different! this was also on my favorite fics ever list, but it is s7 centric so here it is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27752194--the elephant in the Whitehouse by shesmyplusone: a donnajosh fic but featuring toby and josh talking about the events of The Cold (the kiss heard round the world!) donna is only mentioned, it’s really just toby and josh centric, which btw, was a ridiculous relationship that i LIVE for

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25931149--Sensual Politics by @slightlyraspberry: (idk if you can tell but their one of my favorite authors lol) Not strictly s7 or post canon, but a large part of it is post series, so here ya go! donnajosh endgame, but it covers other relationships and takes their bumpy road and makes it even bumpier. Hard to describe, but definitely worth reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/872511--Week one by Jackie Thomas: samjosh in the santos admin! i have a thing for josh struggling with trying to live up to what leo was for them, and it’s fantastic. absolutely fantastic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21242702--Those Who Show Up by nitpickyabouttrains: (you know what this has made me realize? how strange AO3 usernames are) an au where josh goes and gets sam a little earlier! well he doesn’t actually go, but a scene that totally could’ve taken place canon. their relationship is platonic but it’s so so so well written!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17140226/chapters/40308749--Scar Tissue by ballonballon: the santos admin + rosslyn! what else is there to say?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18586651--Five to Four by arborealstops: MY ABSOLTUE FAVORITEEEEEEEEE. josh and sam once gay marriage is legalized with a dumpster fire (but an adorable one) of a marriage proposal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21838909--Power Coupling by theycallmethejackal: amy gardner/sam seaborn in the santos admin. an interesting couple but one i like lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21930001/chapters/52341781--Upon My Sleeve by theycallmethejackal: another amy gardner/sam seaborn fic! comes with a sequel too, but takes place in the santos admin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18852391/chapters/44743792--Obergefell v. Hodges by Charowak: gay marriage is legalized with samjosh! also feat. bi matt santos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24916270--A New Friday Night Ritual by Chinesepapercut: girls night in the santos admin feat. donnajosh, helen santos, and the old crew!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18281033--save me a place by @iwasfollowingyou: MY FAVORITE THING EVER!!! transition but samjosh and so so so sweet it might give you cavities!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27977637--What Would Leo (Or Andrew Jackson) Do? by mlea7675: another big block of cheese day in the santos admin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27072835/chapters/66102826--JigSaw by spearquint: another samjosh in the santos admin! this covers them getting back together after sam left tho

THIS IS SO SO SO LONG LMAO

I hope you try all of these out! They are so so so good!

#the west wing #ask

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