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dervampireprince · 2 years ago
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ASMR | Marvel - Miguel x Listener SFW Miguel Rescues You
[M4A] [Injured listener] [Not a feelings confession, but Miguel lets a couple things slip at the end that implies he has romantic feelings for you]
Uh oh someone watched a new movie and has a new blorbo (that someone is me). I feel like I could have done a better job with his voice but recording has been a little harder this month due to the heatwaves. I feel like I could do better with a second attempt... If you guys want more audios of him?
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fake-bleach · 2 years ago
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all mine | miguel o'hara x reader
summary: You have an unspoken rule with Miguel O’Hara. He takes care of you, he provides for you, and in return, you let him take what he wants.
word count: 2.2k
warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), literally porn no plot, unprotected piv sex, implications of free use but also not rly, slight choking, dirty talk, roughish sex, no foreplay (straighttt to it), use of pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart, girl, etc), coming inside, i think that's it lolll, !no atsv spoilers!
i know this isn't p but i watched spiderverse last night and had to get him out of my system + i adore oscar isaac <3 working on two joel fics rn so expect those :)
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The ruffling of your sheets weren't nearly enough to wake you from your sleep. But, the pressure of Miguel's body on yours was.
It always was.
"Hey, baby.. It's me," he whispers in your ear, his hands and arms practically consuming you as they roam across your entire body. With you laying flat on your stomach, his hips and chest press so tightly against you.
It runs chills down your spine; the force of his pent up cock in his rigid suit as the sultry voice fills your hazy mind, barely wakening from your deep slumber. His lips plant desperate kisses on the back of your neck, lowering the more he lifts your flimsy pajama shirt up and up and up.
He never did really like you wearing anything to sleep.
Your sluggish murmurs barely register to him, a soft, “Mmphf," and "Miguel.." making him almost instinctively say the same words he always does when he comes to you.
"Yeah.. Missed you too, cariño." He mutters out, his hands already reaching for your shorts to lower them along with your panties, not taking a single second to waste. The small kisses he plants on your lower back never slow, giving you that bit of reassurance which almost sends a surge of energy through you.
He was always so needy with you; never putting much effort to make any small talk. He was here for a reason and you knew that.
But, you didn't mind it one bit.
The cool air from the sudden exposure on your skin sends shivers throughout your entire body, making you tremble just enough to force a faint laugh out of Miguel's throat.
It's that same laugh that makes you crave him; the deep, heavy tone of it making your eyes flutter open with need already soaring through you and your core.
His fingers trail down to your inner thighs, almost teasing you with the gentle glide of the tips, wanting to force those little noises out of your mouth, which he successfully does. Your faint whines just make him grin, knowing that you need him.. just as much as he needs you.
He drifts them over your soft folds, nearly hissing out at how wet you already were. It makes him chuckle, your whimpers growing louder the more he touches you. "Already soaked for me, honey? Bet you were just waitin' for me to come see you.." He whispers out lowly, his lustful eyes fixed onto your glistening cunt.
His fingers take their time, faintly pressing against your entrance and swiping through your lips, gathering the wet slick that you were so graciously providing for him.
It always makes this so much easier for him.
You moan out, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his body and the movement of his free hand releasing his cock from his suit, and the sight makes your mouth water.
He desperately guides the tip of it through your folds, getting ready to indulge himself into your warm heat. The feeling of his cock pressing into you makes you groan, gripping onto the sheets as butterflies flow through your stomach and core, hole clenching around nothing.
You needed him so bad already, just like you always did.
Mouth falling open, you whimper out, "please.." and all it does is make him laugh, smirking as he glances up at you. "Need me that bad, baby? Barely getting started.." He rasps out, nearly pressing the head of his cock into your cunt, but just enough to get him a taste of you.
He groans out, his hands now moving up to squeeze your ass eagerly before slapping it. The harsh sound and the sting of it makes you cry out, thrusting your hips against the sheets in attempt to get some kind of friction.
"Fuck, missed this pretty pussy.. Gonna cherish it.. fuck it.. just like you need, honey." He lets out with a faint hiss, taking his time to start pushing his cock inside of your tight hole. The girth of him makes your walls constrict around him, gripping onto him tightly as he presses himself into you, each inch making your jaw fall wider and wider.
You've been at this too many times with him, but you never get used to the feeling of him inside of you.
It doesn't take too long until his hips are flush against your ass, the tip of his cock piercing so deeply inside of you and filling you up to the brim. It has you letting out small pants, eyes almost rolling all the way to the back of your head at how heavy the air feels around you, how full you feel.
Your face lays on the bed, the side of your cheek pressed against your pillow as your eyes gaze onto Miguel's hips and large body nearly covering you entirely. He licks his drying lips, staring up at you for a moment to look at your face.
He coos at you, almost patronizingly. "Too much?" he teases, "Fucked you so many times, baby.. n' your cunt's still so tight around me."
His head tilts down to stare at the sight of your walls wrapped around him and slightly pulls out as he lifts your thigh up a bit, just enough to see you clench around him involuntarily. It makes him groan; the feeling of your warm pussy enough to wash all of his problems away.
That's why he was here, anyway.
His hips begin to create an unrelenting pace, slowly yet surely making your entire body push and pull into the mattress over and over again, every force of his cock hitting you harder each time.
The echoing smack of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs fill the room entirely, along with your moans growing louder with each thrust. The recurring sting of his skin leaves you breathless, letting out small gasps as you grip onto the sheets tighter.
Miguel doesn't take a second to rest, making sure he slams his cock into your cunt to the brim, using every inch of your hole as if it were only his to use.
He lets out short, hoarse moans each time he enters you. The squelching noises your soaked pussy gives out makes him smack your ass, your slick coating his cock and nearly running down your thighs.
The sounds make your cheeks burn, his mocking laugh forcing a groan out of you as he moves his body forward to lay his chest on your back now, the weight of him keeping your waist and stomach flush into the bed.
The pressure of him feels intoxicating, your breath hitching as he leans his mouth towards your ear. His grunts are the only thing that you can hear now, along with the faint sounds of the constant slaps of his hips against you. It's so filthy, yet you crave it every time with him.
His grunts now turn into whispers; faint, heavy breaths that you can barely process from how full and fucked out you felt.
It's almost like you're going in and out of consciousness, hardly registering what he was saying, until you hear, "Good fucking girl.. Lettin' me use you like this, fuck, taking such good care of me.."
You whimper out in response, his words making that heat in your stomach and core rise. The praise, yet degrading things that Miguel tells you always leave you wanting more.
His hips begin to slow down now, instead taking his time to pull his cock out of you, letting the tip of it rest against your entrance. Lifting his head from your shoulder, his eyes travel from your bare skin back to your ass. He shoves himself back into you, harder with each thrust so you can feel every inch of him, taking you completely.
You cry out at the intrusion, the harsh force making your eyes roll back as you whine out his name. The push of his cock reaches that spot deep inside of you, forcing your eyes wide open at the overwhelming sensation.
His name on your tongue drives him insane, lifting one of his hands from your ass to reach underneath the weight of your head, wrapping his fingers around your throat. He feels your heart pounding beneath his fingertips, his grip on you tightening just to see you gasp with his eyes fixed on your face now.
He moans your name, his coarse voice making you tighten around him, "There we go, sweetheart.. Think I hit a spot, yeah?" He murmurs out, your groans giving him the answer he needed. The repetitive movement of his thrusts never relent, Miguel making sure that the pace and aim of his cock stay the same.
Your body shudders at the feeling, sending waves of pleasure through your core as you feel him buried to the hilt. You breathe out, desperation seething out through your teeth, "Yeah, Miguel, s-shit, yeah..", feeling your orgasm build up the more he fucks you.
"That's it, honey, let me hear you say it.. Who's fuckin' you this good? Who's gonna make you come, baby?" He pants, thrusts growing faster as he chases his own release, needing to come with you.
Another smack of his large hand on your ass makes you gasp out, eyes shutting tightly as you force the words out of your lips, "You, Miguel, fuck, s'always you.. no one else.."
Your confession goes straight to Miguel's cock, pride growing at the knowledge that you give yourself to him and only him. He grits his teeth, groans slipping out of his mouth while he reaches between your stomach connected to the bed, pressing his fingers against your clit.
"Yeah, baby? I'm the only one who can fuck this pretty pussy, that right?" He urges out of you, hardly processing his thoughts before he can speak them, "You're mine to use? Mine to fuck when I want, huh?"
His words mixed with the pressure of his fingertips on your clit, pressing small, tight circles on it has you moaning out spurs of nonsense; mindless, fucked out noises, with the way his cock slams inside of you over and over again. You feel so full, the heat and coiling inside of your stomach and core increasing.
You whine out, biting your swollen lips, "F-Fuck! Yeah, yeah, m' yours Miguel, all fucking yours.." you breathe out, "Yours to fuck, whenever you want.. Yours to use; whatever you want, Miguel.."
Admitting that shouldn't have felt as good as it did.
You never thought you'd be able to speak like that, much less degrade yourself in such a way; not until he came into your life.
Not until he ruined you for everyone else.
His chest presses tightly against your back, lips back in your ear as he grunts into it, "That's my girl.. knowing your fuckin' place, that's right.." His hands press into the small of your back, forcing your stomach into the bed. You didn't think it was possible for you to feel even more full, but the way he buries his cock to the hilt has you seeing stars.
The quick circles on your clit with the force of his hips has your stomach tightening, coiling up as your walls constrict around his cock, making you come without any warning at all.
Your head lifts, pants and moans escaping your throat with your eyes shut. Miguel's voice encourages you, his fingers on your clit slowing, though his hips never let up. He lifts his chest off from your back to gain better leverage now, hands gripping onto your ass as he pounds himself into you.
The pressure of his cock into your sensitive, spent cunt has you wailing out, whining at the overstimulation. Miguel just uses you and your abused hole, chasing his own release as his cock twitches. "Shit, honey, gonna come, gonna fill you up, fuck," he groans out in rushed breaths.
You clench around him involuntarily, the spasms of your pussy and orgasm hardly to your own control, letting out, "Fill me up, baby, ruin me, please.."
Your words were enough to push Miguel right to the edge, the sudden halt of his thrusts making you gasp out as he buries himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with hot, thick streams of come. He lets himself fall against you, chest pressed into your back with his hips up to the hilt of your hole.
The mix of your heavy breaths and his pants fill your ears and the entire room, the air filled with the scent of sex as you both fall from your highs. Your chest fills with air, heaving up and down with each breath you take as you stare at Miguel, taking in his figure entirely.
You could never truly allow yourself to actually feel for him; you knew that would never be wise, but you can't help the words that escape your mouth.
"Stay tonight?"
Miguel just lifts his head to look into your eyes, giving you a small, tired smile. "Yeah, honey.. Thank you..” he breathes with a press of his lips to your shoulder, “I needed this.”
"I know."
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a/n: idek if this made any sense bc i wrote it so quick but idgaf i need him <3
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controld3vil · 9 months ago
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pairing(s): dune cast x actor!reader (platonic), oscar isaac x actor!reader
synopsis: requested by this ask!
‷ alt: even your on-screen son can't deny how delightful his on-screen parents were.
notes: absolutely no shade to rebecca ferguson i adore her too much. reader is considered to have fem pronouns. ALSO ive been feeling iffy about trying to write for dune characters?? personally, although i love writing these actor!reader stories, writing for the actual characters i feel would be more challenging. dune's still pretty new to me but i kinda wanna give it a shot if i can make a good storyline T-T
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It all started with the Dune Cast Q&A brought together by Nerdist. Timothee Chalamet and Denis Villeneuve had just finished chatting with the host, Stephen Colbert about their perspectives on Paul's character. Much emphasis had gone on the young actor's performance. And Denis's decision to cast such a well-experienced one.
After finishing up their last question together, Stephen decides to introduce two additional members. "Timothee let's bring out the man and the woman who play your parents, Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica." A transition between screens to display your camera view and Oscar's. He introduces both your names.
"Hi!" You grin at the camera, comfortably leaning against one of the arms of your chair. Similar to everyone else's backdrop, yours was pitch gray, covering all but your silhouette and chair.
"Hey Stephen," Oscar greets at ease, as you proceed to wave to each of the people seen onscreen.
It cuts immediately to the host gesturing in continuation for a question. "Tell me and the audience about Duke Leto Atreides. What do we need to know?"
"He's the father and human. I think that's the biggest thing and uh under incredible pressure to save his family. Save his house but to adapt to this new existential threat situation which is moving to this strange planet," Your fellow costar puts into short. Short and concise was what was expected.
Content with his answer, Stephen moves the attention to you. He calls out your name, eagerly. "Rereading the books uh- right now, I am struck by how much of the story- uh the backstory and the action story is driven by the decisions Lady Jessica makes." A smile grows on your face, knowing how much fun was a character to play for you.
Along his last few words, you find yourself nodding in agreement. "I'm impressed with that you, Stephen actually read the books again!" An instant grin comes from the said man. "But it's all applause to Denny- he highlighted this from the book. In the film, her decisions basically create, fractures and disrupts everything."
"Best parents ever," In a low whisper, Timothee murmurs and the five of you burst into short chuckles and snickers.
"The best you could ever have!" You clapped your hands together, shaking them above your head in victory. And when the screen expands to show everyone's reactions, the audience can noticeably pinpoint Oscar's playful eye-rolling.
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Another fun interview you had the pleasure of sharing was with Grazia UK. It was in a more comfortable setting. With you and Oscar in a lounge room, with the Zoom camera on. While the female interviewer complimenting a kind smile.
"Can I ask you something," Not within a second of the conversation, you rose up with a peculiar question. "Do you remember his beard?" Your costar beside you, looks away in disappointment. Even raising his hand to emphasize his discouraged state.
"A bit yes..."
"Yeah,"
"Yes!"
"Why? It was an impressive beard," Sort of clueless really, the interviewer says, of why you wanted to the topic up.
"Yeah, it was impressive!" Oscar looks back and forth between you and the camera, directing towards the woman on the other side. While you shriveled in embarrassment, leaning your head behind his shoulder, with a few snorts of laughter. "She doesn't even remember if I had a beard or not in the movie! She just saw it."
"Quite a prominent beard!"
"Yes yes, well I can remember so much," You chaste, leaning closer, locking eyes with your costar. Threatening really in a playful way.
"We shot together for a few months! How could you not remember?!" He exclaims, raising both his hands in the air in exasperation. You puff, adorning a pouty-like look.
"I work with what's in front of me," you turn to address the interviewer, pointing at Oscar accusingly. Because much contrast to what he looked months ago, he no longer had that impressive beard. He was clean-shaven, much to your display.
Next to you, Oscar scoffs. "Apparently not!" Bumping shoulders with you as you fought back, poking him many times obnoxiously.
You both later discussed a provoking quote referenced multiple times from Dune posters. Fear is the mind killer. Truly a simple yet intriguing phrase that fitted well with the film. And in generally, you and Oscar compared each others quotes from personal experience.
"I guess you could combine them together," Taking a sip out of your glass, you eyed at Oscar. He hums back and smooths his hands comfortably down his hips.
"It will pass and love prevails!" He cheerfully expresses. Even from afar, the interviewer can notice how much fun you two were having with the question.
"Right and, it plays perfectly with the film," You add onto your little spiel, nodding as you go, "Besides the fact that- you know, fear is the mind killer."
The male actor lets out a long sigh. "Makes you forget how violent the movie is."
On the other side of the screen, the blonde interviewer shrugs her shoulders. "Well- it's only included in small parts in the movie."
It was your turn to hum, dragging out the M sound. "I think maybe the film focusses too much on romance."
A caught off cough comes from Oscar as he tries to his best to dismiss his your sarcastic comment. "I feel like there should've been more of it."
"Really?!" The shot pans to your exaggerated shocked gaze. You then turn to look at the interviewer. "He has no idea how to write a movie." Instantaneously the male actor bursts out laughing, shaking his head back and forth in little denial. Even you couldn't hold it together and giggled a little.
"You play Timothee's parents so spent a lot of time with him. What is the most interesting thing we do not about Timothee Chalamet?" The interviewer prompts, having their arms supported on top the their desk with pure keenness.
Pursing your lips together in concentration, your attention turns towards your partner. "Well coming from me- I mean I don't know if people know this about him or not- but he's very open hearted." Oscar continues, "And me, having to play his father- hence the beard!"
"Ah!" Giving more emphasis, you raised your brow in recollection.
He goes on comparing the analogy of having to play Duke Leto as a powerful leader of a House. Without his people and court, he wouldn't resemble much of an prestige leader. However Oscar later mentions that Timothee's performance was the catalyst to their relationship look authentic. He is young yet incredibly sympathetic towards what's to be done for the film. His time with both of you really sold your relationship as a family, you'd think.
"So that's a very generous thing to do for a young actor. And I was impressed and admired that," In the background, you can be heard mumbling in agreement. Your partner shifts his posture, facing and expecting you to go next.
Licking your lips, you took one last glance at him before focusing strictly at the Zoom camera. "I think for me, to have a young actor like him- he's very driven about it all. When he's on and off screen, Timothee's just focused- he's very serious and concentrates heavily on what Denny says- and I can say I respect that." You punctuate your point, tapping lightly on your knee. "And I play his mother you know, and I try to accommodate with that. I play along and we work until we find a good rhythm with each other." The older woman on the screen seemed enamored by your compliments regarding your costar. Yet her eyes quickly makes it's way to Oscar, sitting quietly and listening to you ramble.
His laidback posture showed how greatly he took your words in. You grab your glass and take a quick sip before hearing him say, "We raised him well." Taking your hand in both of his as a sign of pride.
A delightful chuckle comes from both you and the interviewer while your partner gives a satisfied grin. "We really did!"
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The media did not need proof to know of your enjoyed time during the production of Dune. In fact, multiple vlogs and documentaries about the film had fans and viewers alike become fond of your positive and laid back attitude about it all. Despite playing a calculating character such as Lady Jessica, you were nothing of serious when on screen with your costars.
"Welcome to Arrakis!" You popped into frame, wearing an exquisite dress, costumed by one of the designers. It was golden yellow with chains running down from the bottom half of your face to your chest. A faint veil covered your head but for right now, you had it placed on your hair. You spread your arms with anticipation for the cameraman to pan around your surroundings. "It's sunny today so I think we'd be out here for some time." You moved extremely close to the camera, before moving out of the frame to the side.
Abu Dhabi was bliss. The production and crew worked diligently day and night working in the deserts. And on this particular day, most of the cast had been present as well for the introduction of House Atriedes on Arrakis.
A few shots slowly pans from the crew's tents and Denny far into the sandy mountains as he speaks with Timothee. Another shot slyly captures you showing Josh Brolin an unknown video, sideways. Which somehow made him cackle very enthusiastically, holding his stomach to air as you quickly pat his back multiple of times. In all, everyone of the cast members were having a blast in the dry outskirts of the unknown.
"Hello," Brolin pops in another clip where he stands, wearing the Atreides armor. Under a massive shade area, a few people can be spotted in the background, moving equipment and conversing with others. From afar, the people filming the documentary can be heard presenting a few questions for him to touch upon. "Ah what do I think about Lady Jessica being played by," He says your name sincerely.
The video cuts to you having a conversation with your on and screen husband. A hand covering above your face to shield yourself from the sun, while Oscar tries to move where the light is hitting you as the best he could.
"I mean a phenomenal actor like her playing in that kind of role is guaranteed to have an amazing performance. She's- We've known each for a long time since Sicario and with Denny," The male actor softly grins, staring at where you were. "But Oscar on the other hand, eh- not so much." His tone becoming monotonous, as if the shift in topic was distasteful to the touch.
"Whatcha say, Gurney?!" A scream echoes and it's Oscar, cupping both his hands into an O.
The older actor couldn't keep it together before breaking into frivolous giggles. "Nothing, my lord!" He takes one last glance back before seeing you give him two big thumbs up with a silly smirk. "No in all seriousness, those two are just the best! You can never have a bad day with them."
Another prominent section in the video fans adored was with the actors that played Duncan Idaho and Dr. Liet Kynes. This time they are situated in what looked like the structure of Arrakeen. Where all ornithopters were supposedly stationed and the introduction of Dr. Kynes.
"They're so mom and dad," Jason Momoa shaking his head playfully with his hands clamped together. Both him and Sharon Duncan-Brewster wore still suits unlike many other extras who wore Atreides armor. "I mean- they're playing Paul's parents- but in real life it's just so different."
"Definitely more chaotic," Brewster jumps in, earning a hum from her costar. "They act nothing like them."
A cool shot from different location displays you in a dark with Timothee. It was the scene after Paul is put to test to by the Reverent Mother. It was a chilling scene yes, but in post production, many realize how unprofessional you sometimes were even in the most serious times.
The cameras were not live however the film crew were about to pan to you gesturing back and forth with your on-screen son. It was a interactive and intriguing conversation you both were having. You looking in purely engaged with what the French actor was saying. After a few sentences being spoken, it looked as though you chided a teasing joke which gave the reaction of Timothee slightly snickering, backing away slowly.
"I mean do they look like my parents? No," The young actor states shortly. It looked as though the clip was shot right after capturing your cute moment togehter. "But I'd say- yeah Oscar Isaac's a great actor and- to be able to play my dad is pretty cool. Even though we look nothing alike." Nervous laughter spouts as he clears his throat.
"I feel like I get the resemblances from my mom though," Affectionately stating your name, "You can tell where I got my powers, good looks from." Momentarily readjusting his collar as he takes a quick look from behind, knowing your footsteps.
"See? I'm the favorite parent!" In hushed squeal, you wrapped your hands around Timothee's shoulders, earning a lovable grin back.
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dameronshandholder · 1 year ago
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This was so good and beautiful đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș
I just want to hold Marc and tell him everything I love about him. Tell him how much happiness he brings to me just by existing đŸ„șđŸ„ș
How about a fanfic that goes like this-
It’s super late at night and you’ve already gotten into bed. The reader is sound asleep but Marc is just laying there wide awake having a huge episode of self doubt and insecurity and he can’t sleep because of it. Marc is aware that his thoughts are just running around but he can’t help it. He wonders if he really is living a good life or if he’s living in a lie he’s made up for himself to think that he is. 
Do you actually love him or do you just put up with him because you actually love Steven and Jake and he’s just part of the “package”? Or what if he and the boys are just some sort of man-toy that you like but will leave once you find them not longer amusing. Even when reader cuddles up closer to him in their sleep, he just thinks “what if they’re just dreaming that I’m Steven or Jake”.
At some point Marc does end up falling asleep, more so out of his body just deciding to do it rather than through will. When it’s morning, Marc wakes up and finds reader starting to make breakfast. They greet him with a good morning kiss and all that and a while after comes out and made a breakfast that Marc specifically, just out of whim, and Marc just kind of sits there and thinks “Okay yeah, no, they love me :)” 
You can change this up any way you like It was just something I thoughts that fit in your writing style
PAIN. (Thank you for the ask, oh boy did this one just run off and do whatever it wanted.) Also basing Marc’s thought process/self doubt on my (mentally ill) thought process. I changed the ending, I hope you don’t mind, again the story just seemed to go off and do its own thing.
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Ink in Water
Marc Spector X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?
Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, Marc thinking he's worthless (HE'S WRONG), illusions to Randall, nightmares, happy ending, rail road sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 1305
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The steady rain hitting the windows would be soothing to most, calming. The right noise to lull someone off to sleep. 
Marc hated it. 
Especially when it was dark with the sound of your soft breathing next to him. Rain and dark and not being alone.
It had been one of the things that had annoyed him about London, the idea of it at least. But it was pleasantly surprising when he realised that it didn’t actually rain that much in the city, not really. Despite how often its inhabitants seemed to talk about it.
More often than not it was that spitty rain anyway, the kind of stuff that felt like you’d been sprayed in the face with mist. It made everything damp and by default made 2 degrees celsius feel colder than 30 in fahrenheit, but other than that it was okay. Bearable. 
Not like tonight. 
Tonight it pelted down, the wind howling faintly. Tonight it reminded him too much of
 well, things best left buried. 
He tried to focus on the sound of just your breathing instead. That gentle, even rhythm and was normally so soothing. Would usually drown everything else out. 
Don’t think of drown.
Don’t think of anything. 
Just breathing, your breathing. In and out. In and out. He tried to match it, held his breath until you breathed out. But no matter how he tried he kept slipping out of your rhythm. 
Marc turned onto his side, opening his eyes to look at you, your face faintly illuminated by the glow of this fish tank. He’d forgotten to turn the light off. 
Steven would tut and scoff at him in the morning. ‘How would you like to sleep with the top light on, hmm? It’s not good for them, buggers up their internal clocks and all that.’
He’d have to tell Steven that he didn’t think fish had internal clocks. 
Part of him wanted to get up, to turn the light off. And not just to avoid Steven’s disappointment, but because really he did feel kind of bad for the poor fish. 
Not tonight though, he couldn’t do it tonight. The thought of getting up, walking through the darkness of the flat despite the glow from the streetlights outside, with the sound of the rain. Dark, walking, rain. No, not tonight. 
The fish tank light stopped the complete darkness, the sound of it hummed lightly. Even if Marc couldn’t focus on it enough for it to completely block out the rain the absence of it would be worse. It would make the drip, drip, drip of the water going through the tank’s filter louder. The kind of sound that would give birth to stalagmites.
No, not tonight. He would say he forgot, apologise to Steven and the fish in the morning. 
He could put his headphones on, listen to something to try to drown out the rain-
Don’t think of drown.
But he didn’t remember where he put them, which left him with fumbling around in the dark to look or turning on a light. Both would wake you. And that wasn’t fair. 
You put up with so much and here he was, not even able to deal with the sound of the rain. 
Marc pushed gently at the head space, a nudge just to check if anyone else was awake. If Steven or Jake would like a go at trying to get the body to sleep. He could just
 slink back and fade. It was always easier to nod off if he wasn’t fronting, just sort of sink-
Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown. Don’t think at all.
That, of course, never worked. 
You shifted in bed, sighing quietly. 
It hurt sometimes to think about how much he loved you. Early on he used to imagine you breaking up with him every night, not Jake or Steven, no you’d still be with them, just him. Ending it with him. 
It was like he had to. Repeatedly going over and over the way you’d tell him you didn’t want to be together romantically anymore. In any and all situations he could think of. 
The more he thought about it, he reasoned, the more he would get used to the idea. Grow calluses over the hurt, so when it happened he wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss. Wouldn’t make it awkward for you or Steven or Jake. 
It never worked like that, of course. His thoughts very rarely did what he wanted, preferring to run among and spread all over the place like ink in water. Clouding everything to madness. 
Everytime he imagined it, the words you’d say, whether you’d speak them calmly or in a rage, coldly or with kindness, it didn’t matter. Just thinking about it always made him cry. Made his throat ache and skin hot. 
It got so bad once that Steven had jumped to the front, confused and worried at the tears on their face, at why their hands were pulling fistfuls of their hair. At why they were sitting curled up on the bathroom floor. 
Marc had bullshited something, he couldn’t remember what. Steven hadn’t believed him, Marc knew that for sure, but he hadn’t pressed him further either. It wasn’t surprising, Steven was far too smart to swallow whatever nonsense had been thrown at him. The opposite of  hook, line and sinker. Sinker. Water. Rain. Sinker. Sink. Drown.
Don’t think of sinker. Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown.
Of course you’d stay with Steven and Jake. How could you not? 
He’d seen the way Jake made you laugh, so loud that it reverated in your chest, so hard that you almost couldn’t breathe, so constantly that you’d beg him to stop, just for a moment so that you could compose yourself. You’d never give that up.
He knew the way you talked with Steven, both of you speaking so fast that it made Marc’s head spin, so excitedly and animatedly, not even needing to finish a sentence before starting the next one because you were both so in sync. You’d never let that go. 
What did he have to offer? 
Except for being scared of the rain. Too afraid to turn off the fish tank light. Too pathetic to even deal with the idea of not being with you. 
He really should just-
“Marc?” You turned, your voice filled with sleep as you reached out for him. You grabbed his shoulder and squeezed.
He swallowed, “yeah baby?” He sounded stuffy, almost like he’d been crying. Thankfully, you weren't quite awake enough to notice. 
You sighed, relief flooding your veins and shuffled closer to him, quickly embracing him and hugging him tight. 
“I had a bad dream.” You mutter against him, pressing your face into his chest. 
“Baby,” he squeezes you back and places a soft kiss on your temple. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re alright.”
“Dreamt I couldn’t find you.”
“Couldn’t find me?”
You nod. “I kept shouting ‘Marc’, kept calling for you, but you weren’t there.”
Something sharp digs into his chest, spearing his heart clean through the middle. “Shouting for me?” He whispers.
You nod and stiff, shaking a little. There’s wetness on his bare chest. 
“Hey, baby, hey,” he gently pulls you back and lifts up your face, cradling your cheeks in his warm, safe hands. “It’s okay.” He kisses lightly just under your eyes, presses his lips to your tears, “I’m right here, don’t worry. Not going anywhere.”
You nod, still sleepy and kiss his lips. “Love you.”
“I love you baby, here.” Marc readjusts his position so that you can lay your head fully on the pillow and he can wrap both arms around you, softly rubbing your back as you snuggle into his warmth. 
You both fall asleep at the same time. 
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lucerothings1 · 4 months ago
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Rents due.
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Pairing: Oscar Isaac and male reader
Warnings: gay smut, anal, oral, top Oscar bottom reader, sir and Mr. Kinks.
Summary: when your parents leave you with no way to pay the bill while they are gone you gotta get creative.
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“Honey you are okay we can buy another ticket” your mother had said to you as she was saying her goodbyes along with your father as they were getting ready to go to their trip.
“Mom I’m good really you both go and enjoy your cruise” you told her with a reassuring smile. “Okay then well be safe okay” she responded knowing she wern't going to win with you “Mhm I know be safe and let me know when y’all arrive” you yelled to them from he front door all the way to their car as they waved goodbye and where officially off for their three month vacation.
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“Knock! knock!” You heard at the front door as you got up from the couch and made your way up fixing yourself up only wearing the black short shorts your mother hated saying that there where to revealing so of course you wore them now that you were alone as you noticed it was your landlord “Hi Mr. Isaac what’s up” You greeted the man that as standing at the door “Hi y/n are your parents home” he asked “um no actually they are out of town for vacation um what did you need” you responded.
“Oh okay it’s just that rent was due a week ago and I’ve been trying to get a hold of your dad and mom but no response” he said “Yeah um come in let me check real quick if they have there check book here and I can get you that” you said opening the door to the man as he went inside as you closed the doors and you headed to their room.
“I’ll be back” you smiled at the man how just nodded back as you walked away feeling his eyes nearly burning a hole through you. “Okay so bad news I can’t find any check books whatsoever I think they must of took them” you said to him as you found him sitting on the couch in your living room now “oh oh don’t worry it’s fine I guess I can wait when are they coming back” he questioned “um bout that they aren’t coming back till in three months” you answered “Ohh okay and what they left you here all alone what if someone try’s to break in or something” he said getting up and crossing his arms with a teasing grin.
“Well you don’t gotta worry bout that Mr.issac and yeah I’m not much of a cruise guy but what about you Mr. Issac what are you up to” you said stepping closer as you stated to check him out and how his tight shirt hugged all the right places. “Not much these days just at home and work” he responded “That’s good and how’s Mrs. Issac doing” you asked looking at him more trying to still see if that grin was a flirt or just his face playing tricks.
“Um oh yeah no Mrs.Issac any more y/n” he responded with a smile "oh really what happened of it’s not to muchto ask” you asked “oh no your fine and just grew apart love stops and all but divorce feels nice now” he responded looking you up and down “Quick question y/n” Oscar asked “ yeah what’s up” “ how old are you” “ um I’m 21 yeah just turned last year” you said as you now returned the looks as you both looked eyes.
“Y/n do me a quick questain why so formal with the Mr.” he said whispering at your ear as he walked closer to you “ You know how I am Mr.Issac but I think I know how to pay that rent now” you said as you pushed him on to the wall and closed the gap between you both and started to make out with each other
“Mm how bout me go to my room” you moaned out as he darted to your neck sucking at it. “Nah I don’t think so” he said as he separated himself from your lips and pulled you onto his grasp and walked over to the couch. “Come here baby” he said sitting down and pulling you from your shorts down onto his lap as you took your place and sat as he took hold of your waist and started to attack your chest marking it all as you continued to tease as you rolled your hips starting to feel his hard on.
“Ah fuck baby come on slip these off” he said you as you later got up and stripped and he started to as well kicking off his shoes and throwing his shirt god knows where. “ I’ve got the rest” you said to him as he kept looking at you with his lust darkened eyes as you reached to unbuckle his pants “Nah uh use your mouth” he said lifting up his eyebrow as you grinned and complied and reached with your mouth as you started to suck through his jeans and leave a wet stain on his clothed cock.
“Hurry up boy wouldn’t want to get all rough with you just yet for teasing me” he breathed out as you obeyed and reached for the zipper pulling it down with your teeth as you then pulled down the remainder of the pants throwing them to the side now leaving him in just boxers. “Come on baby boy use that mouth of yours” he said grinning as his you looked at his cock twitching and leaving a stain on his boxers of precum.
“Fuck sir your cock is huge” you marveled “well come on then why don’t you taste it” Oscar whispered as you reached over pulling the boxers down as his hard on 9 inch and thick cock nearly almost the size of a beer bottle sprang free finally as it hit you on the face swinging back as you got ahold of it with its aching red tip basically calling you in as you opened your mouth and began tapping it on your tongue.
“Oh fuck yeah boy come on use that pretty throat of yours” Oscar moaned as he got ahold of your hair and pulled you down onto him. “Ah fuck yeah baby come on start slow” he said throwing his head back as he held a grip on your hair as you could see the pleasure on his face as you licked laps around his sensitive tip. “Oh fuck I’m sorry baby but I can’t wait” he breathed out as he tightened his grip and pushed you up and down on him as the room was now filled with the sounds of you gagging and his balls fitting your chin.
“Fuckk you like that boy you love my big fat cock don't you” he said to you as he pulled you up ftom his cock "Mhm" "Use your words" he gritted out his teeth slpping you "Yes Mr.Issac I love your cock" you obeyed with tery eyes and your red face. "yeah you do baby come on all fours" he told you with his hand to your chin as he closed the gap between the both as you let him.
"Okay thats enough go on" oscar sent you on your way as you stud up and got onto the couth on your hands and knees. "God look at that pretty hole just calling to me" oscar yelled laughing "Come and get it Mr. Isaac" you looked back at him with a grin as you wiggeld your ass at him. "Teasing now are we y/n but dont mind if I do" he responded kneeling down as you soon felt his hot breath near your entreance "Just look at it teasing me" oscar said as he went in for it as you felt his warm touge pushing in you.
"Oh god sir please don't ever stop" you moaned out dropping your face onto the couch as you begun to pull at your member for relive as he soon pushed even deeper and wrapped his arms around your thighs. "Yeah baby you like that here let me help" he said as he took your cock in one hand as he then pointed out his tounge as it entered you even more as he began fucking you with his glorios tounge "god i love it so much god your amazing" you responed.
"you wanna know something" he whispered as he got up and pulled you by your hair "what sir" "That if you think thats amazing i wonder what you'll think of my cock deep inside you" he said in a tone that had made you even more horny if possible "i cant wait" you breathed out as he grinned and kissed you pushing you back down as he went back to town on your hole and reviling your self.
"Mr. Issac I'm getting closer" you desperately moaned out "Oh no we cant have that juet yet baby" he moaned out removing his hand "Come on on your back i want to see that beautiful face of yours when im balls deep in you" he commanded as you gladly obayed as you were meet with the sight of oscar as he spit onto his fingers "Come on wide legs" he said tapping on your leg as you did what was told "I'm gonna put my fingers in okay" "Okay" you responded to him as you began to feel the presure as his fingers entered as he lost no time pulling in and out.
"that feel good" he askd "yeah not better then your touge though" you grinned "well something better is still to come" he responed "It really is" you said as two fingers then became three then four. "Okay your open enough" said quickly as he spat onto his hand again now reaching down word and stroking himself as he stood up a bit. "Is that actully gonna fit" you asked to him as he looked back at you and grinned "Oh trust me it'll fit and if not we'll make it fit" he said as he reached over and kissed you as he positioned himslf in bettween your legs as you bgan to feel the same presure from early just much more bigger "I'm going in okay" he moaned in bettween kisses keeping you distracted from the pain soon turned pleasure as you nodded in acknowledgement.
"Oh fuckk god your tight and warm baby boy" osacr moaned "Fuck your big" you moaned in responce "dose it hurt" he questioned "No god no i love it" you breathed out getting used to his size in you. "you can move now" you nodded out to him as he listened and began a slow pase of in an out "God baby just look at you taking me in so well" oscar moaned out as he was laser foucesd on his cock going in and not of you.
"Go faster sir" you begged "Your wish is my command baby" he replied as he speed up his pase causeing the room to be filled of moans of pleasure form both of you and sounds of skin slapping skin as he began to stroke your member and got to attaking your chest leaving more marks all over you as you grabed at his hair "Just lok at you baby" he said to you as he took your hand to your stomch "just feel what i do to you" he maoned into your ear as you could feel his cock go in an out of you causing you to have a visablebelly bulge "Oh fuck Mr.Issac Im close" you ylled as seeing that alone sent you over "Me to baby were do you want it" he asked "Inide me sir breed me please" you moaned out arching your back in "OH FUCKK I'MM CUMMINGG" you yelled out exploding on oscars hand and your chest "Me too baby boy" osacr moaned as he felt you tighten up around him taking over the edge as you felt him paint your insides white with his baby juice "fuck yeah boy take my cum" he panted as you both rode out your highs.
"fuck that was good" osacr said as he puleld him self up a bit while still inside you. "Coulden't agree more" you breathed out "how long are your parents away for again" he asked "three months why" "Oh no just gonna give me enough time to fuck you all the times i want" he smirked "Oh most defnitely" you said grabbing ahold of him kissing him again.
"So round two" he said in bettween kisses "hell yeah" you responded "Okay good now I want you to ride me" he grinned as he got you from your waist and flipped you both as to him now underneath you and you sitting onto of his lap which lead to you both like he had thought fucking all summer long and even after that sneaking behind of your parnets.
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fickle-fixations · 27 days ago
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Chaos, He Politely Knocked (So I Opened the Door)
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader
Summary: The reader is in an established relationship with Marc and Steven, and meets Jake for the first time. Set post-canon.
Hi loves!! Oscar Isaac is ruining my life!! ❀❀❀❀
Quick note: I don't want to be a tease so before you read any further, know that this is not actual smut. Also the title is from a beautiful song called Fall: War by The Arcadian Wild you should check it out!! the song is about original sin but i am not calling being with Jake a sin heeheehee
Thank you so much to @shitrandom for beta reading!! đŸ–€ If you like Moana x Maui you should check out their fics!
Word Count: 1456 // Warnings: my poor writing skills, sexually suggestive, consent is slightly ambiguous/not super communicated but everything is consensual // second person POV, feminine pet names used for reader, written as afab reader but no pronouns or specific descriptions of the reader's body.
Suggested listening: Big Mike's - Dijon
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A soft touch on your arm. A shift in weight on the bed. As you faded into consciousness, you heard the blankets rustle. Your eyes fluttered open.
He was looking down at you, propped up, resting his head on his hand. You blinked a few times and he came into focus. He was so beautiful. They were so beautiful.
“Hi,” you whispered, smiling softly.
The time on the clock behind him showed 4:03, its dim red light was all that lit the room, besides the moonlight that slipped through the gaps in the curtains. 
It was normal for Marc and Steven to have trouble sleeping, but they didn’t usually wake you. You were glad they did this time, though. You wanted to be there for them in every way, in every high and low and twist and turn that life threw at them, and for you, that included staying up with them when the horrors in their head wouldn’t allow them to sleep.
You studied his face for a moment, trying to determine who was fronting. You liked to tell yourself that you could know if you were with Marc or Steven before they even spoke. You never told either of them that it was a skill you were attempting to acquire, partially because you didn’t want them to help you. It was like you were trying to prove to yourself that you loved them enough. That you were good enough for your two gorgeous, intelligent, loving boyfriends.
The way he was looking at you now was unfamiliar. He was stone faced, his jaw clenched, and there was a look in his eyes that seemed part conflicted, and part hungry.
“Hi.” He finally responded, matching your hushed tone. 
There was something different about his voice. 
He fixed his gaze on where his hand rested gently on your arm, running his thumb back and forth across your skin. It bothered you how you still couldn’t read his face.
“Are you doing okay, my love?” you asked, still trying to fight the sleepiness that clung to you.
He didn’t respond. He just shut his eyes so tightly that his eyebrows scrunched together, and shook his head ever so slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath. 
You hadn’t even known them for two years, but you knew this wasn’t like them. They were never this indirect. Even when they were struggling, they would usually try to communicate something, so you wouldn’t worry.
“Hey,” you said, reaching out and smoothing your fingers over the creases in his forehead, “Whatever’s going on, you can tell me.”
You felt him lean into your touch, and the tension left his face. He muttered something under his breath. 
When he opened his eyes again, he was still avoiding looking at your face.
“You’re so good for them, querida,” he said, sounding almost pained.
He spoke quietly and his voice was still groggy from sleep. There was an accent to his voice you had never heard before. 
A chill ran up your spine as the realization washed over you suddenly: this wasn’t either of the two men that you knew.
You held your breath, and you tried to push back the questions that were already beginning to flood your mind. You wondered if it was wrong that you felt afraid. 
His fingers had never stopped affectionately brushing along your arm. His eyes finally met yours.
“I can see you, sometimes.” He said it with so much tenderness in his voice, for a split-second you thought that this had to be one of your lovers. A stranger wouldn’t talk to you like that. 
His hand stopped moving. Your arm was warm beneath his touch. A feeling was spreading across your skin from the contact. Not just warmth. Suspense, perhaps. 
He hummed and narrowed his eyes for a moment, like he was searching for the words. 
“Sometimes when Marc or Stephen are here, I’m here too.” He explained.
He looked at you, searching your expression for meaning.
You nodded.
“My name is Jake.”
“Hello Jake,” you replied, trying to mask the hesitation in your voice. 
The way he looked at you, and the way his voice vibrated through your chest had begun to push any fear out of your mind. You told yourself you had to remain on alert. But his eyes-
His gaze slowly swept over your body as he resumed drawing patterns on your skin. Without permission, your body was relaxing under his touch. 
He laid his head back on the pillow to be level with you. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing on this planet. If he was dangerous, surely he wouldn’t look at you like that, right?
“I feel like I’ve gotten to know you, Y/N” He said, his hand traveling down your arm to loosely hold yours. 
“See, it’s my job to protect them,” he said, “but you- you take care of them in so many ways that I can’t. Thank you for that, querida.” 
He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. The warmth had now spread across your entire body, and bloomed from your chest. You had to fight the way that everything about Jake and everything he was making you feel made you want to cling to him - to cling to the body you knew and loved so well. 
“Do they know about you?” you asked.
“No,” he said flatly, “it’s safer that way.”
You realized your hand he had been holding was now toying with the hem of his shirt.
If Jake was Marc and Steven’s protector, and cared so much about them, you felt like you could trust him. That you didn’t have to be afraid. But still, you dared not ask why he was here. The question seemed to be implied.
“I’ve never thought of myself as a selfish man, querida. It- it would probably be safest if I just let you keep thinking I was one of them whenever I’m around.” 
The way his eyes bored into you like you were something to devour sent tingles down your spine.
“But I want to get to know you as myself.” He went on, and brushed a strand of hair away from your eyes. “And I want you to get to know me.”
You took in a shaky breath. You could feel the slick gathering between your legs.
“Would you like that, mi amor?”
He had you frozen. You could feel your heartbeat becoming faster, your breath shaky. All you could do was nod your head yes.
“What do you want to know?” you managed to say, voice hardly above a whisper.
His hand had never left your hair, and was fingering through it like you were already someone adored.
“I want to know what’s going through your head all those times we find you staring off into space.”
He leaned forward ever so slowly, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. You made no effort to push him away.
“I want to know everything that makes you happy, and spend every moment making you smile. Hearing you laugh.”
You closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to one of your eyelids, then the other.
“I want to know how to read you - I want to know what you’re feeling from just a look.” 
He trailed light kisses down from your temple to your jaw, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he spoke. Excitement and desire thrummed through your body, and the only thing you could think about now was closing any remaining distance between the two of you. 
His hand had moved from your hair to the small of your back. He didn’t pull you any closer to him but just the light pressure there was so coaxing, making you want to draw yourself farther in, to bring your whole body against his where you already knew you fit like puzzle pieces. 
“I want to know what makes you make the prettiest sounds.”
His lips brushed against the corner of your mouth as he spoke. He was impossibly close, but not close enough. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might burst out of your chest. Your fists clenched around the fabric of his shirt just to ground you to something.
“I want to know what makes you scream.”
Any remaining resolve you had came crashing down, and you collided your lips with his. He kissed you hungrily. Possessively. He kissed you with so much need. Your hands found their way to his hair and you gripped him closer, moaning against his mouth, your body relieved to finally be entwined with his, where it belonged.
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I'm sorry if it's a bit ass. I've only ever written steamy stuff maybe like 3 times, and it's been a long time since then too. Usually all that stays in the noggin but this one wanted to get out. I decided to publish it tho bc I have other ideas for a prequel of Jake's POV where he's really just a lonely boy who wants to be known and loved by the only person he's ever loved. Between then and this fic, he gets to a breaking point and decides to I guess seduce the reader to get her on board with even just the idea of knowing him. I'm not reducing him to just the sexy alter I promise. He is my favorite boy and I have all these sad Frank Sinatra songs I associate with him.
Also I do recognize this could be considered cheating but we're gonna ignore those implications for now maybe forever. hopefully Marc and Steven would understand that anyone who shares a body and headspace with them has to be equally irresistible
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ruegoreos · 4 days ago
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im not hating on anyone who likes pedro pascal, or even the man himself. he is a phenomenal actor and in general a great guy that loves supporting others and their communities. this is just my personal opinion, and this post has no intention of attacking or offending anyone
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emma23 · 2 months ago
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headcanon y/n and Oscar Isaac characters during Halloween:
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Happy Halloween guys 🎃
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Steven Grant:
Halloween brings out Steven's passion for mythology, and he suggests a night tour of the museum to explore its more mysterious artifacts. As he eagerly guides you through the Egyptian exhibits, he starts sharing stories.
“Did you know the ancient Egyptians believed the dead lived in a world parallel to ours?” Steven’s eyes light up as he whispers. “They thought, on certain nights, like All Hallows' Eve, the boundary thins.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You mean like... they could just walk back into our world?”
Steven laughs nervously. “Yeah, but don’t worry! They’re friendly spirits, mostly.” He leans closer, eyes wide with excitement. “Although, if we see anything out of place
 just, uh, pretend you don’t notice it.”
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Marc Spector:
Marc isn’t one for costumes or spooky stories, but he’s all in for protecting you during a Halloween adventure. He ends up taking you to an abandoned warehouse turned haunted house. You’re both wandering through dark corridors when he notices you jump at a sudden sound.
“You alright?” Marc’s voice cuts through the dark, firm but soft.
You laugh, catching your breath. “Yeah, just
 wasn’t expecting that.”
Marc smirks, moving in closer. “You’re safe with me. Besides,” he adds, “those fake ghosts have nothing on the things I’ve seen.”
“Care to share any horror stories?” you tease.
His smile fades, turning into a mock-glare. “Nah. Some things are better left in the dark, trust me.”
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Jake Lockley:
Jake insists on taking you for a wild ride through the city at midnight, where the two of you watch costumed crowds roam the streets. You pull out your phone to capture the scene, but he nudges it down.
“Forget the photos,” he says, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel. “Some things, you gotta see for yourself.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What, like you?”
Jake chuckles, eyes flicking to you. “Exactly.” He slows down, the car idling under a streetlight. “Want to do something that’ll really give us a thrill?”
Your eyes widen. “What do you have in mind?”
He smirks, tapping the steering wheel. “Trust me. I’ve got a few tricks.”
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Anselm Vogelweide:
Anselm has his own idea of Halloween—a bit unconventional. He takes you to a dingy jazz club, far from any typical Halloween crowd. As you both settle in, he orders two drinks and raises his glass.
“To... not being anywhere near a bunch of fake monsters,” he murmurs dryly.
You clink glasses, laughing. “So, not a fan of Halloween?”
He shrugs, a faint grin pulling at his lips. “Why pretend to be something you’re not? Reality’s scarier than any costume.”
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Blue Jones:
Halloween with Blue is an extravagant affair. He insists on going to an exclusive masquerade ball, and you find yourself in an elegant costume that he’s carefully chosen.
“You’re quite the mystery tonight,” you tease, as you both dance in the candlelit hall.
He smirks, his eyes glinting behind his mask. “Tonight, all eyes are on you, sweetheart.”
As you dance, he leans in close. “Tell me, do you really think anyone else here can match up to me?”
You laugh, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “You really don’t have to worry.”
“I know,” he replies smoothly, his arm tightening around your waist. “But it’s more fun to make sure.”
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Poe Dameron:
Poe is all about the thrill of Halloween, and he suggests a late-night ghost tour at a supposedly haunted location. As you walk through the eerie surroundings, he stays close by, casting playful glances your way.
“Alright,” he grins, “if you see anything spooky, just scream, and I’ll heroically save you.”
You roll your eyes. “Pretty sure I could handle a ghost myself, Poe.”
He laughs. “Oh, so you’re the tough one tonight?”
“Guess so,” you reply, smirking. “Maybe I’ll be the one saving you.”
Poe’s laughter echoes in the quiet as he wraps an arm around you. “Alright, hero, lead the way. But I reserve the right to hide behind you if things get intense.”
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Santiago Garcia:
Pope keeps it low-key, but he suggests exploring an old, rumored-to-be-haunted trail. Walking side by side under the moonlight, he keeps you talking, subtly checking the surroundings.
“So, what’s your take on ghosts?” he asks, giving you a sideways glance.
You shrug. “I think they’re probably out there
 somewhere.”
He nods, pretending to be deep in thought. “You know, if we see one, you’ve got to be the brave one.”
You laugh. “What, the tough ex-soldier needs protection?”
“Hey, I never said I was scared,” he teases, nudging you. “Just wouldn’t want them getting in the way of our night.”
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Nathan Bateman:
Nathan’s Halloween style is an intellectual one. He invites you over to his house for a horror movie marathon, accompanied by his very strong opinions on everything you watch.
During a jump scare, you flinch, and he raises an eyebrow. “Scared?”
You play it off. “No, just
 surprised.”
He chuckles, leaning back. “Look, most of this stuff is laughable if you think about it. The real horror? The way humans mess with things they don’t understand.”
You smirk. “Like you?”
“Exactly,” he replies, a devilish glint in his eye. “Welcome to the scariest place of all—my mind.”
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Jonathan Levy:
Jonathan is surprisingly sweet about Halloween. He plans a cozy night in with you, pumpkin carving and Halloween treats included. As he carefully carves a pumpkin, you try to match his focus but end up making a mess.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Here, let me help. You’re... definitely not doing this right.”
You hand over your pumpkin. “Fine, but don’t judge my carving skills.”
He grins, working quickly. “Wouldn’t dream of it. But next time, maybe we’ll pick something less
 complicated.”
You both laugh as he finishes the pumpkin, the warm glow of the candle inside casting shadows across the room.
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dervampireprince · 1 year ago
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romana-after-dark · 8 days ago
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Fleshlight
Dark!Scott Summers x fem!reader x Logan Howlett
(Includes some Scogan)
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Summary: After Jean dies, Scott blames anyone and everyone, and he hates that Logan has moved on and is happy. He wants to take that happiness, he wants to be able to forget, and he wants to know what Logan had that Jean wanted so much...
Warnings: SCOTT IS DARK! He non con/dub cons reader and also Logan, in different ways. I don't want to spoil things so just be aware THIS IS DARK! multiple themes here at play. Cucking Logan howlett tee hee. Put him in the cuck chair!!
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Jean was dead.
And Scott was a mess.
It had been a year now, and Scott refused to move on, refused to make a new life for himself. Somehow, Scott blamed himself, blamed Logan, and blamed anyone who was stupid enough to try and comfort him. Logan’d near taken off his head when he shouted at Rogue, finding some convoluted reason it was her fault. Logan had grown tired of his moping and how everyone just tip-toed around him. He had tried, really tried to be nice; he told Scott that Jean chose him, but that didn’t help, and despite trying a few times to comfort him or talk to him in a drunken stupor, Scott only replied with a mix of ‘fuck off’ and insults.
So, logan stopped trying, and he stopped moping with Scott. Instead, he found homeless a pretty little girlfriend. You!
That only seemed to make Scott worse.
So it wasn’t surprising when Logan found him downing booze in the staff kitchen. He wasn’t supposed to have it, but no one really had the heart to tell him to keep alcohol off school grounds. 
“You buy’n, Slim?” Logan tried to joke, grabbing two water bottles instead from the fridge.
Scott replied with a humorless laugh. “Don’t you have your girl to get back to?”
“Yeah.” he held two water bottles in his large hand, giving them a shake and winking. “Gotta keep her hydrated after the last 2 hours.”
He didn’t expect the depressed, tired man to slam him against the counter. Face to face, breath to breath, Logan was closer to Scott than he’d ever been, feeling him right there against him, Scotts lean but firm chest against Logan’s own white tank top. Up close, Scott looked worse off than he’d seemed; which was already bad. He was pale as always, but now his skin was sunken and damn near gray. Darkness peaked from under his visor.
“It’s not fair, y’know that?” Scott said, his voice barely above a whisper; it was an earthy gravel, like his voice had to claw its way out from rubble just to get here. “You get to just move on, and I’m stuck with this.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love your martyr act,” Logan sneered. “Like you aren’t making a fetish out of your sadness! She wouldn’t want you to be so fucking miserable you drop 30 pounds and smell like jose and puke! Jesus Scott,” he shoves at the young man, but not hard enough to push him away. “This isn’t for her, this is so that you can feel sorry-”
Lips on lips, chest to chest, crotch to swelling crotch Scott kissed him. It was hard, angry, not passion to it but a searching, a longing. Logan didn’t kiss back, and once his initial shock faded into recognition, Logan used his strength to shove Scott back. Hard.
The sound of Scott hitting the table and crashing to the floor probably would wake half the mansion, but Logan didn’t help the situation by yelling. 
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
“I’m not an idiot!” Scott shouted back from the floor, looking pathetic. “I know why she liked you, I’m not fucking blind, but christ, I was supposed to be her husband! HER HUSBAND! And she wanted YOU! You took her from me! And now you get to just move on and fuck your little toy while I’m miserable!”
Logan, breathing heavy still, took out a cigar and a lighter as he stared down at him. “I’m giving you a break because all this?” He waves the lit cigar in his direction. “Is pathetic. But touch me again, or call my girl anything shitty and I’ll claw out intestines and feed them to you.”
*
It had been a week since the incident, but Logan couldn’t get it out of his head. What the hell was wrong with Scott? What, he couldn’t kiss Jean so he kissed the last person who had? Idiot. Fucking idiot. He hadn’t even seen him since, and thank fuck for that. 
Logan was returning from another trip to the kitchen, this time some food to give you energy for continuation of your marathon sex. 
“Hey baby, I got you pizz-” He saw you in your little robe, sat on Scott’s lap, little lip quivering.
“Logan!” You cried for him, and Logan nearly made mad dash to rip you from the fucker and rip his throat out, but he hesitated when he saw Scott was wearing his visor.
The fucker smirked. “I wouldn’t.” He referenced Logan’s unsheathed claws. “Not unless you’d like your girl without a head.”
Fresh tears came from your face as Scott snaked a hand around your waist. 
“What the fuck do you want?” Logan gritted out.
“Close the door and take a seat.”
With slow movements, but doing what he was told, Logan shut the door to his bedroom and sat at the chair facing the bed. He didn’t normally think Scott was capable of cold blooded murder of an innocent, but he hadn’t been himself lately. Who knew what he was capable of? 
“Okay, I’m in the damn chair, now let her go.”
 Scott didn’t pay any attention, tucking his face in the crook of your wet neck and smelling your skin and hair. “Pretty little toy you got here, huh? Must be nice
” His hand around your waist nudged over the loose robe, revealing your skin.
“Scott, fucking stop or I swear to God-”
“You have no control here, Logan.” His eyes snapped up to the anxious older man. “You try to hurt me, I’ll kill her and you.”
“Don’t hurt him, please!” Your sniffle pulls his attention to you again. “What do you want? Please, just don’t hurt him.”
“Baby-”
“I want my wife back.”
*
You hear Logan growl in frustration; his knuckles whitening as he grips the table. “She’s not coming back!”
You worry that Logan’s temper and sharp words are escalating the situation, but Scott still speaks evenly. “I know. I know
 but we have her, don’t we?” he reached up and squeezed your breast, and you cringe in embarrassment.
“We don’t have anything!”
“Well, you don’t. Not right now, anyway. But I have her, and oh, baby
” His voice drops an octave, and you can feel the swelling in his pants pressed against your ass. “I’m gonna make good use.”
You knew what would happen. What you had to let happen to keep each of you alive. Scott was going to fuck you.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Logan began to stand, but then Scott fired up his visor, ready to shoot. Logan backed down.
“It’s okay.” You whisper, wet eyes locking with Logans. “Just- just let it happen, Lo.”
“He won’t get away with it, baby, I promise, I’ll fucking-”
Logan was interrupted by a loud moan as Scott spread your legs, feeling the wetness inside you. “Still this tight after Logan took you? What the matter, sweetheart, big guy not working for much?”
Scott had your legs locked around his knees, spreading you open for Logan to watch as the robe dismantled down your shoulders. Logan was scowling.
“Bigger than you, Slim.” He spat.
Turning to you and nuzzling his nose at your shoulder, Scott mutters “I think the lady doth protest too much.” And chuckles to himself. 
His fingers were deep inside you, and you cursed the way your body betrayed you. It wasn’t your fault, Logan had made you cum 5 times already, but always left you wanting more, your cunt dripping with your arousal and his spend as you lay spread out on the bed. Even as Logan searched for food while you rested, you couldn’t take your hands away from your pussy. That’s how Scott found you.
Your thighs flex as your cunt spasms; Scott notices and laughs. The pelasure was dizzing, and you hated that he felt so fucking good. “Eager little toy, considering the circumstances, aren’t you? What the matter, Logan can’t take care of you? Big man wanted to steal my wife, but can’t make his whore cum?” Scott picks you up, and you’re surprised by his strength as he stands and tosses you on the bed, robe now splayed out underneath you and over the tousled blue sheets. 
With a smug, lopsided grin that was borderline charming, Scott looks down at you, holding up 2 dripping fingers. At first, you thought he was making fun of you for getting so wet, but as he loomed over you, popped up with just the strength of one arm, you see the white swirled in with you.
“This all Logan’s got for you, little toy? I think a pretty doll like you deserves more than a few little spurts. Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” Then, turning to lock eyes with Logan, Scott licks the seething man's cum off his fingers, grinding his erection between your legs.
*
It didn’t take long Scott to be butt naked, sliding his uncut tip between your folds. Quickly, you pant, and you hope Logan thinks it’s from being nervous, because it somewhat is
 you hope he can’t see into your mind with those little powers of his

“I want my toy to beg for it.” Scott says, his voice husky above you. He looks good like this, his slim body muscled still, more defined abs and pecs than Logan but lacking in the arms. Logan had great arms. And his back, oh my god, watching Logan take off his shirt from behind
 Scott must’ve seen you drifting, so his large hands gripped your chin. “I said beg for it, toy.”
“Mmm mm” You shake your head, Scotts grip on you too tight to talk. 
Logan’s voice calls to you. “Baby.” You turn to him. “It’s okay.”
But you don’t relent, unable to take the humiliation. “Fine.” Scott sits back on his haunches. “Let’s try something else.”
Your body was already worked up from him finger fucking you, and your skin sensative from the rub of Logan’s beard earlier, so when Scotts fingers found your clit, you can’t help but yelp.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk” Scott teases. “Toys should be played with, not heard
” He begins to expertly play with your clit with his nimble fingers, learning quickly what made your eyes cross.
“I- I’m not a toy
” You try to argue, even are your orgasm begins to swell from where the finger fucking left off.
“Sure you are, that’s what you are to Logan”
Logan from the chair. “No, it’s not!”
“SHUT THE HELL UP” Scotts viser glowed, and as Logan shouted no, he burst open window to the room. Glass shattered on the floor, and for a moment the only sound were the birds outside. Neither you nor Logan dared move. In his burst of rage, Scott slaps your pussy. It stings, it fucking stings so bad but christ, it feels good. He goes back to his little game. “You’re a toy to him. Jean was a toy,” He’s breath, worked up. “He’s a user, and he’ll use you until you’re dead too.” 
Warmer, wetter, up, up, up your orgasm began to crest, read to cum despite the fear, despite your boyfriend watching. It didn’t matter at the moment. Up, and up, and up until- Scott pulled away, leaving your tense body shaking. Down, down, down
 
“You’re not coming on another but my cock, fleshlight.” Scott rubbed his dick on your folds again. “Toy’s don’t get pleasure, they give it. Are you ready to beg?”
Still shaking, your stomach cramping from the unpleasurable near-orgasm, you barely gather enough thought to whisper, “No.”
“Fine by me. I’ll just keep playing with you until you’re ready.”
Logan’s voice seemed far away now, telling him to stop, telling him it’s enough, he made his point
 but you knew he didn’t yet.
Again and again, Scott took you right to the edge, right to wear your stomach tight, legs tensed, cunt clenched down on nothing and then- gone. Over, and over, until tears were spilling from your eyes, your clit aching in overstimulation, your sopping wet hole begging for release you couldn’t give. It hurt, all your muscles cramping and aching and there was no end in sight. Scott seemed to enjoy it. Still rock hard, every time you came down from a ruined orgasm, it was ready to go, ready to prode at your entrance, waiting until you begged for it. It felt like hours, although you knew it hadn’t been that long.
Until Scott threatened Logan, you wouldn’t give him that.
“C’mon, little fleshlight
” He teases you, tapping the tip of his cock repeatedly against your swollen clit. “Beg for it.”
“N-no.” You refuse, sobbing in pain, the agonizing torture and embaresment of the pleasure you did feel swelling up inside you. “I wo-”
“Fuck her.” Logan’s voice pulls you over to the corner, where you see him, jaw clenched. “I want you to fuck her, Scott. Please.” For a moment, you’re confused at what he’s doing but then you get it. He’s saving you the humiliation of begging, but he can’t take watching you suffer anymore. Logan slides off the chair, dropping to his knees. “Please fuck her, Scott. Let’s just end this.”
You give Logan a small smile. Groveling is not what he does, but he is for you. 
“Come here.” Scott beckons and Logan starts to stand, but Scott stops him. “Nuh uh. Hands and knees. No funny business. I’ll end us all right here.”
Cheeks burning, Logan crawls to the bed, clearly trying to stop himself from clawing Scott. Even if Logan got a stab or two in, it would take seconds for Cyclops to laser either of you, or harm some innocent person in the building; clearly, he was a man who felt he had nothing to lose, who knew what he’d do.
Knelt at the side of the bed, Logan looked up at Scott, his auburn hair falling over his forehead. Scott placed two fingers, fingers that smell distinctly of you, at his lower lip. “Beg me to fuck you.”
Logan swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing. “Fuck me, Scott.”
With a satisfied grin, Scott slid his cock inside you. It was a stretch, the thick girth of him still not as much as Logan, but longer. Fuck, he felt good. You were so sensitive, you thought you could feel every vein of Scott’s cock. Whimpering and whining around him, your pussy drooling with relief, you see that Scott isn’t even paying attention. Instead, he’s staring intently into Logans eyes as he pushes his fingers into his mouth at the same pace her enters you. Logan, for his part, gazed up at Scott with a borderline entranced look.
As Scott fucked you, her fingers went in an out of Logan’s mouth at the same time. In. Out. In. Out. 
Logan’s pants were tighter than usual.
Scott barely acknowledged you, looking only at Logan, muttering things to him so quiet only Logan’s hearing could pick up, even if you had the ability to focus.
All you can here from Logan is a quiet, repeated whisper of “It was my fault. It was was my fault.” But you didn’t know what.
 Scott felt so good inside you, hitting deeper than Logan could, hitting places you didn’t know were reachable by cock. In a way, it was better. You didn’t have to look at the man assaulting you; he was nothing, he wasn’t there, he was a dildo inside you, unattached to a person, right? Right?
So why did you feel like the toy?
And why did you like it?
Whatever was happening between Logan and Scott right now, you weren’t so much on the outside, you were the barrier. You were the thin film that prevented this from being gay, that prevented Scott from throat fucking Logan even as your boyfriend gag with him knuckles disappearing past his lips. You were the condom. You were the “no homo”, in Scotts head. He fucked you, but he was imagining Logan.
You were the fleshlight.
Despite all this, there was something so new about Logan on his knees, something sick inside of you opening up that you liked seeing him, all 6 feet and adamantium and tough bravado drooling and gagging and fucking hard for Scott. He looked good like this. You even liked the little bit of fear in his eyes.
Scott snapped back to you. “Pretty little toy, aren’t you? Does it make you wet to see your boyfriend on his knees?”
Lost in it all, you roll your eyes back, only barely getting out a yes and pleasure begins to over take you. You were so close, your cunt tightening with little spasms around Scott as you begged him not to stop this time. Scott pulls his fingers out Logan and grabs him by his curled up hair, pulling him to your puffy mound. 
“Suck on her and touch yourself, Logan. We’re all doing this together, or not at all.”
*
It did not take Logan long to catch up; it was seconds, in fact, because he was ready to bust in his pants just with hearing Scott fuck you, the wet smell of your pussy, the fingers in his mouth he imaged a cock, and the filthy, degrading shit Scott whispered to him. He never thought he’d get off to being called subhuman, a disgusting animal, to being made fun of for what Scott perceived Logan couldn’t do for you, but Logan didn’t think he could get harder.
He liked feeling weak, for once. He liked knowing he was at Scotts mercy. He liked knowing you were at Scotts mercy and he was powerless to stop any of it. Logan didn’t feel powerless often. It was
 freeing.
The three of you cum at the same time, Logan sucking hard on your clit and feeling as you writhe and twitch, feeling Scott hipbone ram into him as he filled you up with load after load of his cum in your guts while Logan squirted out pathetically onto the wood floor instead.
When it ended, ended with a cry and the final sound of Scotts balls against your ass, Scott collapsed onto the bed.
Just a slight bit, you scooted towards him, not away, and Scott wrapped an arm around you as he cried. It didn’t feel like a cry of sadness, but of relief. Scott had snapped, that dark side of him that he tried too hard to hide under his pristine exterior for Jean came out, and he had gotten Logan to admit it. 
Her death was his fault.
Logan knew this, because he felt the same. The same relief, being able to just
 let go. And to just it, just admit out loud it was his fault Jean was dead, he should’ve stopped her, he should’ve done more, more, more. He should have done more to protect you, to stop Scott
  But with this, he didn’t have to do anything. He just had to let it all go.
It was his fault, and he never felt more free.
This was Logan’s chance. Scott was distracted, he could pretty easily decapitate him

Logan made no move.
He bent over licking his cum from the floor.
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writingsofwesteros · 5 months ago
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Reading Dragon Belongs to Dorne did something to me:)
Imagine Alicent marrying her second daughter to the Prince of Dorne, hoping that he would love her daughter enough to join their side when Aegon becomes king.
While Alicent hopes her daughter is convincing the prince to at least give them an army if needed, the prince has her daughter in a mating press every single day since she arrived to Dorne. All that is heard from the princess chambers is skin slapping and the her babbling and sobbing from the pleasure. He had given her a few days to rest before their wedding, but he couldn’t help and fuck her again before the ceremony. The prince smirking at the sight of his future bride walking down the aisle knowing his seed was leaking from her puffy cunt. The prince certainly loves his Targaryen princess, he could go to war for her or he could just keep her safe in her new home ;).
The prince of Dorne being mouth-watering DILF Oscar Isaac ;).
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The prince certainly loves his Targaryen princess, he could go to war for her or he could just keep her safe in her new home
Oh choices, choices! He really could just keep her locked up in his home thank you very much. Only time will tell ;)
All she can do is blush at him as they settle beside each other at the feast; her tights clutching together as she tries to stop his cum from dripping down her thighs.
"You are beautiful," he whispered before slowly leaning in and capturing her soft lips. His tongue moving in to begin sucking on her own
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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 months ago
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heya i love ur writing and i'm a whore for blue jones (mostly just oscar isaac in eyeliner)
but i love the idea of like a really soft blue. like needy but not sexually just in a 'i have a need to be around you all the time' kinda way. pining maybe? cuddles for sure and just idk i love my slimy rat man sm-
also would work for nathan bateman, his grumpiness would make that hella cute. i am surviving off crumbs at this point i will love whatever you do, your writing makes my heart feel fluffy :D
xox love ya
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Blue Jones x gn!Reader ‱ Rating: PG pals Masterlist‱ ao3‱ want to be tagged? | request info ‱ buy me a coffee? ‱ ask-travaganza masterlist ‱
Summary: Blue's a grumpy baby.
Warnings: Fluff, cuddles, kisses, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 549
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Blue had been sitting next to you for more than an hour. Well, sitting might be the incorrect word. His chair was next to yours. He was currently doing his best to sit all over you. 
“Blue,” you mutter, “I am meant to be going over these figures
 like you wanted.” 
He grumbles lightly, shifting from where his face is pressed into your stomach, his body curled over and half hanging off his chair. 
You have your left arm resting on him a little awkwardly, in an effort to actually get to your desk to read over the numbers. 
“What was that?” You prod him lightly in the side and he wriggles. 
He mumbles something intelligible and then lifts his head up to look at you, half of his short hair sticks up comedically to the side. 
“Hmm?” 
“Fuck the figures.” He repeats a little groggily. 
“Did you fall asleep?” 
He gives you a soft glare. “Maybe.” 
You can’t stop your chuckle. 
“You’re comfortable and warm and you smell nice.” 
“You have a wonderful way of making compliments sound like insults, you know that?” 
He pouts slightly, but you can tell he’s amused by how he preens a little and stretches his neck. “Come and lay down with me on the sofa.” 
“No.” 
“With blankets.”
“No.” 
“I can rest on you and we both can nap.” 
“No.” 
“Why?” He stretches the word out, his voice petulant. 
“Because,” you lean a little closer, making him think you’re going in for a kiss and then pull back quickly and he scowls. “I am checking. The. Figures.” 
He gives you a frown, lifting his hand up to smooth over his moustache before he speaks. “Where’s my kiss?” 
“Up your ass.” 
He gives you the dirtiest look you’ve ever seen and you giggle. 
“You like this? Like upsetting me?” 
“Very much.” You smile and kiss the tip of his nose. 
He grumbles nonsense and wraps his arms around you fully before snuffling into your chest. “Unfair, so unfair, how could you betray me like this?” 
You kiss the top of his head as you go back to looking over the ledger. 
It’s only a few seconds before he speaks again. “Where are my kisses?” 
“Nowhere, not with that language.” You tease.
He tuts and you can practically feel the eye roll. “May I have a kiss, please?” 
“Now you’re making good manners sounds like demands.” 
“Does nothing ever please you?” He scoffs.
“You please me.” You whisper and you feel him shiver and untense. 
“Don’t go trying to sweeten me with your words.” He shifts closer and kisses your neck softly. 
You smile. “Give me five minutes and I’ll come and lay down with you.
“Thank you,” he breathes deeply. “You do really like winding me up don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” He leans back a little to see your face. 
“You poke out your bottom lip when you frown, it’s very cute.” 
He scoffs again, someone even more indigent this time. “I do not.”
“You’re doing it now.” You say, still looking at the book.
He sucks in his lips quickly and then gives you a firm stare when you smile at him. “You’re so mean to me.” 
“You love it.” 
He pauses for a moment, wriggling and then sighs. “Yes
 I do.” 
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deanbrainrotwritings · 1 year ago
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— STANDING NEXT TO YOU
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SUMMARY : aka part two of scream (you make me feel like it’s Halloween). Just a continuation of the special night that is Halloween and the reader’s birthday.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, fluff, flowers, overstimulation, oral sex (f. receiving), spitting
WORD COUNT : 4.4k
A/N : title from jungkook’s song (THE LYRICS OMG đŸ˜«). saw @spnkinkevents and I was motivated to write a ‘part two’ for the previous story, hehehe. this was very fun, also glass dildos are so pretty. 
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There was nothing to hold onto above the pale, green car she was laid over. She could only grip the loose sleeves of the black robe Dean was wearing and she could see the white mask covering Dean’s face quite clearly even in the abyss around them.
Trembling and whimpering his name, she came for the sixth time that night just with his fingers. The cold of the car’s metal hood evanesced beneath her flushed and sweaty skin, and Dean’s fingers continued to pump in and out of her. Lascivious and wet sounds filled the garage, mingling with her panting and breathless praises for the pleasure Dean was making her feel.
No one has made her as wet as Dean has managed to, not daydreaming of Chris Evans or Oscar Isaac, and unfortunately, not even a fantasy with Henry Cavil. She couldn’t say that out loud though, it would go to Dean’s head, and she’d never be able to recover from it. Neither would the now-sensitive flesh between her legs.
Dean lovingly massaged her tense thigh with one hand. With the other, he rubbed his palm against her sensitive clit, still with his two fingers buried inside her warmth. Wetness was trickling down his knuckles, onto the car.
The movement of his hand slowly came to a stop. Hand trapped between her strong thighs, Dean pulled his two fingers out of her pulsing vagina and gently used his fingers to play with her slick and the cum on his fingers. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” he praised, spreading the essence of her orgasm over her labia and tender clit.
He lowered her legs from the hood of the car and pulled her underwear up her legs. She whined at his efforts to pull up the soft lace until they covered her soaked core, knowing it’ll feel uncomfortable, but appreciated it anyway. He made sure nothing was twisted and that she was comfortable before speaking up at last,
“So
” With his clean hand, he brushed some of her hair away from her face. Lovingly, he caressed her cheek and smiled softly behind the mask when she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “How's it going so far?” He asked quietly, lowering his hand to ghost his fingers over her lip.
She opened her eyes again, pouted, and reached up to play with the mask, “I want to see you
” He laughed, pondered playfully and shook his head. “I want you to use your mouth
 to kiss me everywhere
 to taste me
” His fingers froze on her chin and he started to imagine the feeling of her skin beneath his mouth, the taste of her on his tongue.
“Y’know, that sounds awesome,” he started dreamily. He paused for a while, then wrapped his fingers around her small wrist to pull them away from his face again, “but it’s more fun like this.”
She crossed her arms over her chest playfully and looked away from the mask with a deeper frown. He grinned at her reaction, but pretended to ignore her by leaning over her, snaking his hands beneath her body to pull her body flush with his.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed..” he whispered lovingly, making a point of nuzzling her face with the Ghostface mask covering his face. His voice was filled with mirth when he added, “to continue this over there.”
“Dean, I don’t think I can cum that many times!” She exclaimed with disbelief, uncrossing her arms to push him back away from her gently.
“Uh, I’m pretty sure you can
” he teased, pulling her body towards him again so she was sitting up instead, and trailing his fingers down her spine. She shuddered and leaned against him. “But we can stop anytime you want,” he promised. Those simple words reignited the fire inside her.
It happened any time he verbally expressed the silent conversations between them, when he comforted her, put her needs first, took care of her, reassured her, checked in with her
 especially when he did it during sex. No one else would treat her as amazingly as Dean did. She felt so damn lucky Dean was actually the type of man who didn’t complain about the bare minimum, who didn’t need to be told, who knew how to read the room

She gripped his sleeves tighter and moaned softly, he blinked in bewilderment at her reaction. “Ah, fuck,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hummed curiously. “Why do I still want you to make me cum?” She complained, squeezing him.
“So
 that’s a yes?” He chuckled, slightly lifting her up off the hood of the car.
“Yeah, definitely,” she conceded excitedly, but screeched hilariously when he easily pulled her body over his shoulder. “Dean! Wai- please,” she laughed, grasping the black robe tightly at his sides.
“Careful, honey, I’m just taking us to my room,” he laughed softly, then gave her ass a hard swat that caused her to choke on a laugh, a moan leaving her instead. “If we weren’t walking down these stairs, I’d finger your pretty little pussy the whole way there,” he informed her, sliding one hand up the back of her thigh to brush his fingers against the wet spot on her underwear.
“I’m so not against that..” she giggled, feeling the blood slowly begin to rush to her head and her face becoming hot.
“Don’t tempt me
 I already have a plan..” He warned, a hint of a small in his deep voice.
“Oh.. that’s really cute, Dean,” she teased, swatting his own ass from her current position when he finally got to the last step at the bottom. He laughed, soft and sexy. “How long have you been planning this?” She wondered curiously, crossing her arms.
“Uh
 since Valentine’s Day,” he admitted, almost shyly. She beamed
 at his ass really, but that wasn’t the focus, as great as it looked with each swish of the very smooth robe.
“Valentine’s Day was great,” she sighed dreamily.
“Remember when romance made you cringe viscerally and the thought of sex made you—and I’m quoting you here—wanna vomit from your vagina?” She bursted out laughing, wiggling around uncontrollably as she tried to breath. He ended up lowering her from his shoulder so she faced him, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, clinging to him as she laughed into his neck.
“Well.. I’m glad you proved me wrong instead of letting me date some asshole who’d prove me right..” she said when she calmed down, then frowned at the mask on his face. Quickly, it was hot to stare at it, when he tilted his head and squeezed the bottom of her thighs.
There were so many unspoken words, some overdue that hung in the air. Both of them just somehow knew what they wanted to say, what they meant with their words or lack thereof. She broke the comfortable silence to ask, “how’d you come up with this?”
Dean snorted and kicked the door to his room open as he replied, “Charlie said she did the same for Stevie
 I thought I’d give it a try
.” He trailed off, then stared at the fake candles he’d turned on and the different flowers that decorated his room. There was some Halloween spirit, like the string of colourful, plastic spider LED lights that hung from the shelf above his bed. He set her down and turned her around to look at what he prepared for her. “But it’s up to you to decide whether this was a good idea or not.”
Everything in her body slowed down almost to a stop as she analysed and examined Dean’s room. A smile slowly crept onto her face and she was so happy she started tearing up. Dean had a habit of going all out

She could see a couple of red tulips on his now-empty desk, the scent of orange blossoms wafted up her nose and she could see them placed randomly around the room. There was a set of daffodils on the table beside his door, a bundle of both pink and red carnations resting on the green couch. It was random, but cute.
Some things stood out, odd in the midst of a completely romantic setting, such as the green cooler that was usually in the Impala, a pot on his desk next to the flowers, an opened box on the table next to the daffodils
 but other than those oddities, it was adorable and hot that he did all this.
“This is why you wanted me to run?” She asked softly with a huge smile on her face, glancing back at him.
“Yup,” he replied simply, exuding shyness. He walked around and took the bouquet of flowers he’d set in the middle of the bed. The bouquet of flowers that he prepared for her himself—well, with some help from Donna and the nice lady at the flower shop.
“Oh, come on, you’re supposed to be scary right now
” She became flustered and just stared at her favourite flowers—Lily-of-the-valleys and forget-me-nots—mixed together prettily in his hands. She looked up at him while chewing on her lip and noticed his anxious body language. “I’m kidding, I love it when you’re shy, but please
 let me see you right now,” she murmured, reaching up to lower the hood of the robe.
He nodded to let her take the mask off, too, ignoring the smack it made when it fell to the ground. A blush had suffused across his face and she smiled lovingly at the sight of him, his cheeks visibly a shade pinker even in partial darkness. He leaned into her soft hand when her thumb brushed softly against his freckled cheekbone and he squeezed the flowers as his eyes fell shut.
“I love you,” she told him tenderly, then wrapped her other hand around the flowers to accept them. He didn’t let go of them, instead, he stepped closer to her, leaning forward and nuzzled into the side of her face. His lips brushed softly against her cheek and she smiled, her beating fast.
He wrapped his free arm around her and started to walk her backwards until they got to the side of the bed. “So
?” He asked when he pulled away, then bit his lip.
She looked up at him through her lashes and finally pulled the flowers away from him to admire them. Her gaze flickered down to them and she chuckled softly, brushing her fingers against the white and blue petals of the two different flowers. She lifted them up to her face, burying her nose into them, the scent of springtime filling up her senses and reminding her of Dean.
“I mean, clearly, I love them,” she finally answered and breathed them in once again.
“That’s really.. awesome,” he commented distractedly, taking the bouquet from her despite the dramatic frown that settled over her face. He set them down in the cute pot on his desk and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
He turned around with some bobby pins—after rifling through a drawer—and some baby’s breath in one hand. He stepped close to her and reached up to her hair, fixing it so that he could clip some of the pretty and small, white flowers on each side of her hair. His green eyes moved across her face lovingly, slowly taking in every inch of her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a reverent smile.
She averted her gaze and pursed her smiling lips, nodding bashfully. A darker shade of pink settled on her cheeks and she cleared her throat, before glancing back up at Dean who looked way too smug all of a sudden. “I think you’ve had a long enough break
” he trailed off seductively, his fingertips ghosting up her hip, curving up to her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “Need anything? Water? Tea? A snack?” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he slowly lowered each bra strap.
“Uh, I’m
 a bit thirsty,” she replied quietly, closing her eyes and letting her body move in sync with his. Her head tipped to the side so he could leave a trail of hot kisses across her chest. His mouth remained on her clavicle as his teasing fingers travelled down her body to pull her underwear off, leaving her only in those long, white thigh-highs.
“Lay down,” he ordered gently, bumping a finger under her chin affectionately. “I have another gift
” he trailed off, walking towards the couch where he had the green cooler which usually remained in the backseat of the impala.
“The water..?” She asked jokingly, climbing into the bed where there were Heliotropium and Cleome flowers scattered around. She picked a few up off the bed distractedly and watched him pull out a cold bottle of water with droplets of melted ice falling to the floor and around his hand. She bit her lip and looked back up at him, his gaze knowing and flirtatious.
He licked his lips and smiled, his eyes dropping down to her breasts and her parted legs. She opened her mouth, silently asking for water, like a little bird. His eyes flickered back up to her face. As he began unscrewing the cap, she closed her eyes and waited, feeling him standing with his knees pressed into his bed. He quietly closed the bottle up again.
He instead grabbed her chin and tilted it upwards, her lips remained parted, but she opened one eye curiously. He was taking too long, and she opened both eyes to watch him with confusion, glancing down at the closed water and then up at his face again. She swallowed when she saw the mischievous shimmer in his green eyes, her hands slowly moved up to his wrist as he towered above her.
He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, asking her to open up again while he collected saliva in his mouth. Her face heated up and her pussy clenched around nothing as she watched him. She even leaned closer to him and let him spit in her mouth when he was done. She stared him in the eyes, her body on fire with lust. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth, mixed her own saliva with his, and swallowed.
“Dean
” she whined softly, tugging him towards her. “Please,” she begged, taking the bottle from him to let it fall on the bed. He didn’t budge, so she led his hand down between her legs and slowly started to grind against his palm.
“Isn’t it better like this?” He asked, his voice gruff. He bowed to brush his lips against her parted mouth, breathing in her airy breaths. He pecked her lips and pulled away teasingly, so she’d chase his lips for another kiss, then dove back in for a slightly deeper kiss. “Depriving you
 of my mouth
 for so long
 that you
 end up wanting it
 real badly
 even when.. it’s already on yours
?” He asked between deep kisses, letting her use his hand for her pleasure.
She moved her hand away from his wrist to hold his face in her hands, taking control of the kiss. She bit down on his plump lip, tugged on it gently before she sucked softly, drawing a growling moan from him. “I could fucking devour you,” she mumbled against his lips.
“I know you can
” He smiled, rubbing quick circles on her clit, only to suddenly stop.
“No.. Please
 fuck me,” she nearly sobbed.
“Soon,” he vowed hoarsely, randomly reaching out to tease her nipple with two fingers. He got the desired effect and smirked when she cursed under her breath, squirming impatiently and arching needily into his touch. “Lay down.. and have some water while I get things ready again, sweetheart.” He licked at his palm, tasting her arousal on his skin, and made his way to the box on the table by the door.
His body hid whatever it was from her, but as he turned around, she saw he had something wrapped in one of his hand towels and a bottle of lube in his other hand. She distractedly reached out for some water and took large amounts of it until her mouth regained its moisture. He was using the towel to clean it up or to dry it up. Once he was satisfied, Dean revealed a surprisingly artistic and large glass dildo.
“Whatcha think?” He asked with a grin, climbing into bed with her.
“It's pretty,” she replied, eyeing the long clear and pink glass.
“It goes with the heart one I bought for Valentine’s Day,” Dean explained, wiggling his brows. She nodded and giggled, eyeing the pink, crescent moon-shaped end of the dildo.
“Are you trying to tell me you want the glass tentacle one?” She teased. He faltered at her words and sputtered, denying any such thing. Despite being flustered, he snapped open the scentless lube with one hand and parted her legs. She eyed him knowingly, ignored the tickle of delicate flower petals on her skin, and relaxed on the bed.
“Can you get naked now, too?” She asked, focusing on his movements. He squeezed some lube onto the dildo and moved his hand up and down along the length of it to evenly spread the liquid.
“In a little,” he grinned cheekily, lowering himself down in the space between her open legs. He dropped the lube and the small, blue towel next to her body and kissed her knee. She smiled and bit her lip, extending her hand to pat the top of his head playfully.
He looked up at her through his thick lashes, narrowed his eyes at her, and trailed his lips up her thigh to plant a kiss on her clit. She breathed shakily and laughed softly, burying her fingers in his soft hair.
“Ready?” He asked, pushing two fingers into her pussy and teasing her clit with the smooth tip of the glass. She moaned a little ‘yes’ and her walls clamped down around his thick fingers. For good measure, he pushed a third finger into her, stretching her around his skilled fingers.
He pulled his fingers out of her, wrapped his arm around her thigh to spread her open. His wet fingers dug into her flesh and he leaned forward to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue as he gradually pushed the lubed up toy into her warm walls. The glass felt cold inside her and she gasped at the sensation. She tipped her head back when he started to pull out only to push in deeper, and slowly let herself fall back onto the flower-covered bed.
He circled her clit with his tongue, drooling onto her pussy, and made sure she knew he was only planning to push the toy halfway into her. She whined softly, her back arching and hips moving in an attempt to make him push in deeper.
“More,” she whispered, but mewled his name when he purposely and expertly pressed into the spongy tissue on the front of the inside of her vagina. He repeated the motion over and over and placed his mouth back on her clit, using his lips to toy with it to make her more frustrated.
“No, we’re starting like this,” he mumbled against her clit. His pink lips brushed gently on her clit and occasionally, he would lap on it up and down.
“S-starting?” She gasped, reaching up to cup her breast in one hand while keeping the other on the back of his head.
“Unless you wanna start deep first?” He asked, pushing the toy two inches deeper. Having a round middle, the dildo brushed both against her g-spot and something else inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. “That’s right, baby, you sound so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, lifting his face to kiss the base of her stomach. “Want it deeper?” He inquired, deliberately trailing wet and hot kisses up her body. “There’s still a bit left.” He sat up on his legs and pushed the dildo in the rest of the way in so only the moon-shaped end remained outside of her.
She squirmed eagerly when it brushed against her cervix, her toes curling and legs spreading wider. He let go of the toy and sat up to pull his costume off. She opened her eyes at the sound of his clothes ruffling. She scrutinised him and lifted her body up by leaning against her elbow as he tortuously pulled the robe upwards and off his body. She reached down to pump the toy in and out of herself, casually staring up at him when he stood on his knees between her legs in his black boxer briefs.
He contemplated her hungrily, biting his lip.
“Wanna fuck yourself with it, baby?” He murmured and palmed at the tent in his boxers.
“I just wanted to show you how much I wanna cum again,” she panted out a laugh, stared down at his hand that rubbed at his erection over the cotton of his briefs, “take it all off, Dean.” He chuckled and looked away, then did as she asked. He got off the bed and pulled them down slowly, but instead of positioning himself between her legs again, he grabbed his pillow to place it under her hips.
“I already know how much you love dick,” he teased with a huge smile, waiting beside her on the bed to place the pillow where he knew she would appreciate it.
“Yours,” she corrected, and stopped pushing the glass in and out of herself to lift her hips just enough for him to push it beneath her. He kissed the top of her head and then her forehead, and regained control of the movement of the toy.
“Tell me what you want,” he asked quietly, kissing her shoulder. He was still sitting beside her and searched for her lips, for a kiss. She laughed softly, turned to face him instead of at the hand shoving the toy into her.
“I want you,” she murmured against his cheek. She trailed her lips over to his and kissed him gently, “but right now, I want you to show me what you had planned for me tonight.” He sucked on her bottom lip and teased it with his tongue before pushing it into her warm mouth.
He temporarily stopped pleasuring her with the dildo, kept it shoved inside her to circle her clit with his thumb. She held the side of his face to angle his mouth for a more passionate kiss, then reached down to wrap her forefinger and thumb around the head of his cock when he deepened the kiss the way she wanted.
“Can you cum for me at least three times tonight?” She asked, kissing down his neck and sucked softly on his pulse until she left a mark. He moaned loudly, sliding his leg beneath hers as he spread his. “Cum like this—on my hand, then in my mouth, and then inside me
” she explained, her pussy clenching around the slippery, glass dildo.
She licked and nibbled on his neck and thumbed the leaking tip of his cock, pulling away from him to admire the pleasure on his pretty face. She smeared the precum over the tip and trailed her fingertips down teasingly to massage his balls instead.
“Fuck.. I’ll do that, baby,” he agreed. She kissed him in response and let go of his dick when he started to move in between her legs again. He leaned over her and gave her a smug little smirk that she couldn’t resist. She smiled up at him shyly and spit in her hand before gripping his cock again.
He immediately started up again, mercilessly fucking her with the toy so she nearly became unfocused on his cock in her hand. He kissed her deeply, teeth clashing, tongues licking, sucking and biting passionately at each other lips and tongues. She synchronised each jerk of her hand with the thrust of the dildo inside her, swallowing his grunts and throaty moans.
She squeezed his cock at the same time that she clenched around the toy, and snaked her free hand behind his head again. The sounds of their pleasure echoed through the concrete walls. Her quiet moans increased and her gasps became more ragged. It wouldn’t be the first time she came without clitoral stimulation.
She still ached for more, even at the edge an orgasm. She moved away from his mouth with a loud moan, but continued to jerk him off sloppily. His hips moved forward into her hand and he began to kiss down her neck, his wet lips desperately sucking and kissing at her skin. In between the hot sounds he made, he growled her name and praised her, verbalising all the things he loved about her.
“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he murmured, shallowly pumping the dildo inside her. Knowing her body, the tip of the dildo tapped pleasurably against her cervix, the rest of the toy was angled to rub at her g-spot and other pleasure zones inside her. She grunted softly and roughly pulled at the strands of his hair despite the delicious graze of his teeth against her pulse.
“Please, cum with me,” she moaned, clamping down on the now-hot glass inside her. “I wanna hear you, Dean,” she begged breathlessly, his cock throbbing hotly and twitching in her soft hand. He grazed her earlobe with his teeth and hummed deeply, sounding almost like a growl as he spilled on her hand and her skin. She squeezed him tightly in her hand, holding him close as she orgasmed, murmuring his name like a quiet worship.
She trembled beneath him and guided his wrist to move the toy out of her. “Fuck, my poor pussy
” she whined with a laugh, letting go of his soft dick. She pushed him off her gently to squeeze her thighs together tightly.
“You okay?” He asked with concern, dropping kisses along her face.
“Oh. Yeah
 I just need to come again,” she admitted, allowing him to part her legs with a hand. He chuckled at her and took the dildo from between her legs which was visibly coated in her come.
“Yummy,” he grinned down at her, licking the glass. She watched with darkened eyes, her breath catching when he sucked at the tip. It was new and erotic to watch him do that.
“That’s so hot, Dean,” she moaned, “please.”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed, and collected his cum from her stomach and pelvis with the dildo. “Well, I can use this beauty to shove my cum inside you. D’you want that?” He asked with a playful smile, biting his lip.
“Yes.”
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Imagine:
Dating oscar isaac and him taking you to one of his premieres but you get nervous infront of big crowds even more so as you get a thousand questions thrown your way and he sees you hand trembling so he grabs it and whispers in your ear.
"Your doing great mi amor your doing so well, I saw an exit around the corner we can go home if you need, we can go home order from your favorite restaurant and binge watch our favorites"
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