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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Warming Up (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: You're cold. Aziraphale and Crowley can't have that, can they?

CW: none, this is so freakin soft

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“Are you cold, dearest? Oh, you’re positively shaking.” 

Aziraphale has his brows drawn down in that way that you know means he’s starting to overthink things and stress right out. You are in fact cold. Freezing, even. You nod, and Aziraphale tuts, drawing you into his embrace. 

“You poor thing,” he coos. 

You relax almost instantly, a sigh of relief melting out of you. Aziraphale rests his chin on the top of your head and rubs his hand over your back softly but firmly, trying to get the circulation going once again. 

“Crowley, love, would you mind popping in here for a moment?” Aziraphale calls, using his other hand to cover your ears softly just in case he was too loud for you. It was such a sweet gesture that it made you giggle, though you were immediately wracked with shivers as the cold bit back into your skin. 

“Mm- yes, Angel?” Crowley sticks his head around a bookcase. He takes one look at the view before him before promptly letting his protective instincts kick in. “What’s happened?” He sounds calm, but you know him better. You can hear the hint of a threat behind those words. 

“Our dearest here is cold. Come?” 

Crowley is pressed up behind you before the full sentence has left Aziraphale’s mouth. His warm hands wrap around you and the both of them are now sandwiching you between them. It takes a moment but cold does start to seep away. 

You decide that there’s nothing quite like being sandwiched for a warm cuddle with the afternoon light coming in through the window. You could stay like this forever. 

“There, now,” Aziraphale comforts. “Are you warming up?” 

You nod, snuggling into his chest further. The Angel chuckles, and the Demon behind you presses in closer with a soft grunt. 

Crowley pulls a miracle from below, and suddenly the three of you are in the bedroom upstairs. Your stomach lurches uncomfortably for a second at the momentary displacement, and Crowley chuckles. 

“Sorry, Pet- just thought- well, you know. Might be more comfortable in here.” He averts eye contact, doing his best to quell the flush creeping up his cheeks. “Blankets and things,” he adds. 

“Good idea,” you say, shivering as the both of them step away. You clamber into the middle of the bed. Your partners follow- one on either side of you. They pull you in close, Crowley nosing at your neck and Aziraphale pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Aziraphale miracles the blankets over the top of the three of you and settles down comfortably. 

“Can’t have our favourite mortal getting sick now, can we?” He says, tutting softly. 

“Mm- remember last time?” Crowley adds. “All that… mucus.” You can’t see his face but you can tell he has his lips screwed up in distaste. 

You roll your eyes and reach behind you to swat at him. 

“If I recall correctly- you were the one who wouldn’t leave me alone, remember?” The last time you’d gotten a cold, Crowley had barely left you alone for more than two minutes at a time. He’d been always coming by to see if you needed anything. It was sweet at first but did end up grating on you somewhat. “Couldn’t have thought it was that gross at the time.”

“Shut up,” he replied, nipping at your shoulder. You laugh. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought, dear.” 

It doesn’t take long at all before you’re all warmed up again, but you don’t tell Aziraphale or Crowley that. You enjoy their warmth far too much to let them go tend to their errands. At least not yet. 

They know this, of course- but they certainly don’t complain.

[foxcort]

listen its not that tamlin locking feyre in a manor is ‘not a big deal’. its that sjm parallels tamlin and rhysand way too much for rhysand to be a viable, healthy option for feyre.

rhys put a whole city under a lockdown so severe people forgot about its existence (and from what the wiki says, the city was kept hidden for centuries even before, for the safety of its citizens) but tamlin locking feyre in a manor, so she wouldn’t follow him into an unsafe situation was crossing a line?

[tantaliart]

when he kills your entire family 😍 #justoakvalethings

[aakeysmash]

Idea where y/n brings her date home and is in the middle of good sex in her room (door’s closed and locked ofcourse) when college boy Sukuna/roomie comes home early from a late practice and he gets jealous when he hears her. Then the next morning he has an attitude about it but she brushes it off that he brings girls over every week and she hasn’t been with anyone in a year. So Sukuna is just sulking

Sukuna would sulk if u talked to another child instead of Yuuji. He wouldn’t sulk in this situation, he’d plot murder ☺️

That or he probably wouldn’t care much. It’s not like he LIKES YOU YETTTT he’s a red flag but he’s not controlling okay.

[styleshood4evr]

ceo harry blurb

hi!! long time reader first time poster

this is a blurb/beginning of a piece

pls give me any comments/feedback!!!

MATURE CONTENT 18+ ONLY

ceo harry x intern y/n or bottle girl y/n

age gap romance

no warning in this, just plot really <3

Getting an internship at a prestigious marketing firm meant everything to you. It was your senior year in college and this is exactly what you needed to kick start your career. The internship, however, does not pay as it counts towards course credits instead. That’s why you found yourself rushing home on Friday night to get changed for your shift at the club. You were by no means complaining. Your work ethic something you were incredibly prideful of. You counted yourself lucky to land your dream internship and a job as a bottle service girl at an upscale club. You made enough in tips to allow you 2-3 day work nights as to not overwork yourself too much. Quickly you changed into your work outfit, an all black ensemble including a corset top and mini skirt. You took the time to touch up your makeup and add a red lipstick, letting your hair down into its natural waves. Satisfied with your appearance, you left with enough time to grab a quick bite to eat on the way. 

Harry didn’t go out often. As the young CEO of a rapidly growing marketing firm, he was an awfully busy man. But, it was Friday, and his mates from college had guilted him into it. His only contingency was for it to be a nice place, one with some sort of dress code that didn’t just let every drunk college kid in. At the ripe of age 30, after a long work week, he couldn’t deal with the dramatics. And the club was nice. A dress code and $200 minimum per table. The music was still clubby but not completely blasting. The women catering to the patrons were beautiful and professional. Harry was a firm believer that a bottle didn’t need to come with a sparkler shooting out. It had once impressed him, but his money spoiled his youthful joy of the delivery. He decided he was happy he came. His friends were making him laugh and he felt his shoulders relaxing. The tie he had been wearing since 7 AM was loosened and his jacket long forgotten. 

“Mr. Styles?” Y/N questioned, surprised. 

“Ms. Y/L/N.” Harry felt like he needed to rub his eyes clean. His cheeks flushed as he quickly took you in. The sweet intern. The modest, intelligent, beautiful intern. Sure he had noticed your looks. You had a natural beauty that radiated through your bright smile. Perfectly poised and always ready for whatever assignment was given. Certainly the best intern of the current bunch, and possibly ever. Harry hoped you couldn’t see his blush in the dim light. While he was focused on your doe eyes now, he couldn’t help but notice your bare legs leading up to a tiny outfit, with cleavage on full display. Your hair that was always pulled back while at the office was long and framed you perfectly. 

You did notice his blush. You couldn’t help your own rise to your cheeks. Mr. Styles was an extremely attractive man. You noticed the same outfit he had been wearing at work, but with less layers. His jacket long forgotten, tie was hanging loose with the top buttons of his shirt undone. You tried not to drool at the ink on his tan skin bearing itself. It was no secret that he had tattoos, he always wore suits to work so you barely caught a peak at any. 

“Oi, mate! You know this bird? Why don’t you introduce us?” One of the men with Mr. Styles said snapping him out of his short stupor. 

“Well, she’s- uh she’s an intern at the firm, I didn’t know you worked here.” Harry explains. 

“Of course you didn’t,” you reply. “I was just making rounds checking on everyone, but I can send someone else over.” 

“That won’t be necessary, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Please, just Y/N. At least while I’m working.” You smile at him and his group. Taking orders and clearing empty glasses. When you turned around to head to the bar, Harry groaned. The tiny skirt you were wearing allowed the bottom of your plump ass to just barely show with each step. 

“Christ, mate.” Zayn lets his own groan out. “Is there a rule against hitting that?”

“Well,” Harry began. “I suppose it may be unethical. She’s not an employee technically since she’s not on payroll. But I’d like to hire her once she graduates. She’s the best intern I’ve had.” 

“In that case, maybe I could-“

“Don’t finish that thought.” Harry interrupted. He was feeling slightly jealous and protective. You looked so fucking hot in your little uniform. But you were so sweet and innocent in the office. He’d guessed you to be involved with someone, or to be focused on school completely. It just seemed to him for you to be an all in, focused girl. A good girl. Harry tried not to let his brain paint you in a bad light. He was pro sex work after all and this wasn’t even that. You simply were an upscale, sexy bartender. The outfit was a part of the job. 

You delivered the drinks back to Mr. Styles table. Leaving them with a polite smile and letting them know someone will check on them shortly. You were privy to the men’s eyes on you, but that was usual. When men come to a club like this they were paying premium for the service and eye candy. Possibly a bit sexist, but the 25% included gratuity was more than enough to make up for the prying eyes. Honestly, you enjoyed the attention for the most part. There had only been one instance when an overly drunk man was being crude and trying to touch you but security was top notch and escorted him out quickly.

[boar-cry]

oh my god it's happening...

[darktiger57]

heres this

[allfortzu]

DID I JUST HEAR SATZU TOXIC FWB

well... maybe! it's quite a classic trope isn't it!! I think I've attempted writing it at least once every year for like the past 3 years, but I never finish it,, my heart simply can't take the angst 😞 though, if you see smth like it show up in a certain req then... 🫢

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Five More Minutes (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Your partners catch you singing under your breath.

CW: tooth rotting fluff- make your dentist appointments now

Gomens Tag List: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It’s a peaceful morning, for once. No impending doom, no threat of Armageddon, no Heaven or Hell bearing down on all sides. Just a lovely, quiet morning. Your partners had left already by the time you had gotten up in the morning, off doing something they shouldn’t, you supposed. Usually, they’d invite you with them, but they must have known you’d needed a sleep-in. In all honesty, you had been getting a little crabby lately. 

There was just something different about today. Maybe it was the warm light pouring through the kitchenette window… Fresh sunlight always made you feel fresh and centred. You popped the jug on and moved over to the radio to turn it on. You had discovered some time back that Aziraphale had put a miracle on the old, vintage thing to instantly find a station that was playing one of your favourite artists. When you’d asked him about this, he’d blushed and spluttered out that he didn’t think you’d notice. He loved doing little things like that for you. 

Today, the little radio knew exactly what it was doing and flipped to a station playing one of your favourite songs. You grinned, swanning about the kitchenette to make yourself a cup of tea. You were humming and singing along with the song as you went, hips bopping and swaying just slightly to the music. Yeah, today was going to be a good day.

When you’d made your tea and breakfast, you pulled all the items into the back office room of the Bookshop, settling them down and wandering over to the bookcase Crowley had put in for you, saying you should have somewhere for your own books to read. The both of them sometimes left little novellas and things they thought you might like somewhere on the shelf for you to find, too. It was incredibly sweet of them.

It was as you were reaching up for a book just out of your reach on the top shelf that a warm hand pressed into your side and another hand reached for the novel you were going for. You all but shrieked in surprise, and twirled around to see Crowley lounging on your office chair and Aziraphale pressing up against you with a soft smile on his lips. Crowley was giving the two of you an incredibly soft barely imperceptible smile. Not something you necessarily see a whole lot from him.

“Here, my dear, let me get that for you,” the Angel says softly, grabbing the book and passing it to Crowley, who takes it without question or complaint. You give Aziraphale a confused look. You wanted that. “It’s been quite some time since we heard you singing, love.” 

Your cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink. A nervous giggle bubbled out of you. 

“Oh, you heard that, did you?” 

“Fraid so, Pet,” Crowley said, a little smirk edging its way onto his features. The Demon discarded his sunglasses on the desk. “Better than Mercury, in my opinion.” 

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your Angel, who had been surreptitiously placing one hand on your waist and one in your own. With a look towards Crowley, the Demon leaned over to turn the radio up. You grinned, joy radiating off you in waves. Your lovers seemed to bask in its warmth as Aziraphale led you in a dance. He always did love to dance. 

When Aziraphale danced with you, it was soft, and usually some kind of dance he’d learned many years ago and seemed all too determined to bring back to the twenty-first century. When Crowley danced with you it was chaotic and without form, the both of you jumping around and doing whatever seemed to fit the song and the moment. You loved them both. 

Crowley stood and came to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around the both of you, and Aizraphale dropped your waist and your hand to do the same, so you were cocooned in love and affection. You sighed in pure relief, leaning into them. 

Crowley started to sway to the music. Back and forth, humming softly to the tune. It was one of your favourites, so he’d heard it plenty of times. More than enough to learn the melody and the words. 

You basked in their love for a few more minutes before clearing your throat sadly. 

“As much as I am loving this, my tea will be going cold.” Yet you made no movements to escape their embrace. 

“No, it won’t,” Crowley replied knowingly, resting his chin on the top of your head as you swayed to the beat. Ah, he’d pulled a miracle to keep your tea and breakfast hot. How thoughtful of him.

“Just five more minutes, my dear?” Aziraphale asked softly, sighing with pleasure into your shoulder. How could you say no to that?

“Five more minutes, then,” you agreed.

[nysscientia]

Daredevil - Matt Foggy 5 times for WIP Wednesday? (classic title 👌)

ahaha, thank you! my favorite thing about the title is that I don't think it's ever had a thing that happens in it five times. beautiful.

also you showed up right when this started to heat up a little, so nothing spicy is happening yet but it's hinted that that's where things are going—hope that's okay!

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Matt’s smile sweetens under Foggy’s attention. “Let me show you.”

Hands sliding up to Foggy’s hips, Matt turns him bodily to walk him into the living room, thumbs tucked up under his belt. He steps in close, faster and more confident in his own space. Foggy has to move backwards to keep up, and Matt’s feet tuck exactly between his own with each step, the fabric of their slacks brushing together at the knees.

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Make me write for WIP Wednesday!

[tunatober]

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✨🐟CALCULATING... CALCULATING... 🐟✨

✨🐟PROMPT FILLED: "You can sleep here tonight."🐟✨

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Confessions

Hi Everyone! I haven’t watched The Walking Dead in years. So I was incredibly surprised when Shane decided to join me recently on a hot girl walk.

I didn’t have the time to rewatch the first season but I did use TWD Wiki to fill in some of my blank spots. I took a couple of small liberties in Shane’s past but it shouldn’t be distracting to any diehard fans.

Tuna-Tober Prompt: “You can sleep here tonight.” Pairing: Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Summary: You’re part of the group that ends up at the CDC during season 1 of TWD. You and Shane hook up after a few confessions. Some plot, lots of porn with feelings.

Content Warning: Unprotected PIV sex (don’t actually do that), hair pulling, no use of y/n, tenderness

Trigger Warning: Reader does get slightly overwhelmed at one point. But Shane notices something is off with her and checks in. Just an extra warning for more sensitive readers but everything here is consensual!

Word Count: 3,492

18+ below the cut. Thank you so much for reading! Gentle reminder that reblogs are the best way ro support writers on here. XOXO

“I almost can’t believe this is real.” You say as you sit down on the bed next to Shane. Your group had arrived at the CDC earlier today. After introductions and discussions with Dr. Jenner, everyone had the best meal they had ever eaten, succeeded by hot showers and fresh clothes. 

“This feels surreal.” You say as you sit on the bed, eyeing the room around you. “It’s been months since the outbreak. All I’ve seen is loss. My sisters, my parents, my boyfriend, every single one of my friends. Hell, I’ve even lost my cat. All gone. In almost the blink of an eye the entire world changed.” You said with a large sigh. 

“We used to think we were struggling working eight hours a day and trying to pay our bills. We didn’t know what struggle was. And now to sit here on a soft bed after taking a hot shower with plumbing in an air conditioned room is a shock. I never realized precisely how much I took for granted. Not only is this room safe but this building is safe, except I don’t think my body knows how to feel safe anymore.” You tell Shane as tears begin to well in your eyes. 

“I also don’t think I ever took time to grieve. The hits kept on coming and if you didn’t keep moving you were next. Now I’m here sitting in what I used to take completely for granted: food, shelter and safety. But how long will this last?” You shrug your shoulders, head hanging in despair. The hot stream of tears in your eyes starts pouring faster and Shane tugs you in, holding you closely. 

“I know darling, I know.” He cradles you as he kisses the side of your head and you begin to sob. 

“Just get it all out.” He says as he rubs calming circles on your back. 

Shane sat patiently with you on the bed. He whispered calming words and just held you as you let the emotions cascade out of you. Your chest heaving with the pain, low back starting to ache from the position you were sitting in.  When you felt like there was nothing left, you remained in his lap not wanting to ruin the intimate moment between the two of you. Not that your bodies weren’t familiar with each other. You two had been hooking up since you joined the crew but emotions were never involved. There wasn’t time for that in this world. 

Shane waited a few minutes once you had started settling down.“You can sleep here tonight.” He murmured, his voice landing gruffly as he whispered in your ear. 

”Yeah, I do. But Shane, I’m not up for sex tonight.” You say quickly, averting your eyes from his. Your body tenses as you wait for his response. Normally, you wouldn’t think twice about fooling around with Shane but crying had left you with a throbbing headache. You were also feeling tired and emotionally vulnerable. What you needed most was a good night’s sleep. 

“Don’t you ever be ashamed to turn me down. You don’t owe me nothing.” He says while grabbing your chin to move your face towards his. Then he gives you the softest kiss on the forehead before laying you both down. 

“Can you hold me?” You sniffled as you got comfortable on the plush bedding. 

“What do you miss from before the walkers?” You ask as Shane obliges your request. 

“Cold beer.” Shane quickly retorts. “And hot wings.” He chortles, lightening the mood.  

“I don’t blame you.” You giggle. “I miss getting my nails done. And going shopping. Especially at Target.”

”Hmm, you women did love your Target! I miss going to the bar after work with my buddies. I miss eating cheeseburgers. And the internet. Shit, why did you have to go and start reminiscing like this!?” He said teasingly. 

“Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sorry! It feels like I haven’t had a minute to just think lately, you know?” You sigh as you bite down on your lip. You hesitate but before you could stop yourself it slips out: But seriously. Is there anything else? Were you married? Did you have a family?” You roll over to face him, worrying that you were pushing the envelope with him. Shane was known to be a little hot around the collar, so you wanted to be able to see his reactions. You didn’t want to push any buttons and shut him down. 

His body tenses and he takes a large breath before speaking. 

“I was raised by my grandma Jean and she passed well before the world went to Hell and truthfully, I’m glad she wasn’t here to experience this. I don’t have any siblings but I consider Rick to be my brother. He and I grew up together. Graduated high school, went off to college and then ended up joining the force together.”

”Wait, I knew you and Rick were deputies together. I didn’t know you’ve known each other your entire lives.” Your mouth dropping at his admission. 

“Yeah. We did. I have some of my best memories with Rick. In fact, I think football is what I miss most. Football, cold beer and hot wings. That’s my final answer. You know after all this.” He nods, gesturing to the room. 

“Playing or watching?”

”Both.” He replies quickly. 

“Your number didn’t happen to be ‘22’ did it?” You ask as you finger his necklace.  

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “That was my number.” 

“So…” You pause, wondering again if you were wandering into dangerous territory. Your heart started picking up and your mouth felt dry but you knew if you didn’t ask now the timing may never be right again.“You must have known Lori and Carl before all of this?” You cautiously ask. 

Shane stiffens slightly once more before responding. “Yeah, we all met in college.”

”Listen, I know we’ve never had any discussions about whatever this is.” You say, motioning between the two of you. “ And you don’t owe me any explanations but is there something going on between you and Lori?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think to stop them. You cringe as you held your breath waiting for his response, tension growing in the air. You had always felt something between him and Lori, despite her being married to Rick but now you had been slowly catching feelings with Shane you just had to know the truth. 

”Look” Shane sharply interrupts you and the tone of his voice sends a cold shiver down your spine. “I’m only going to tell you this once. Before the outbreak, Rick and I were on a call. He got shot and ended up in a coma. He was still in that coma when we had to evacuate the city. I took Lori and Carl to safety. They are just as much my family as they are Rick’s. I’m always going to feel responsible for them.” He barked, passion radiated from his body even after he was done speaking. 

You relaxed into him, appreciating the honesty. Your reaction shocked Shane. He was bracing himself for a fight, instead he found you slotting your legs between his and resting your forehead against his chest. 

“I completely understand that Shane. If I had anyone left from before I would cherish them as well.” You appreciated his honesty and besides, the world that we once knew was gone. That’s going to have an impact on relationship dynamics. Regardless, you felt safe with him and that was worth sticking around for, so long as everyone remained truthful. It did, however, bring up one more question for you. 

Swallowing hard before asking, “Do you think you have room for one more person?” 

“Yeah I think I can manage that sweetheart.” He rolls on to his back and pulls you along with him so that you end up positioned on his chest. A fresh pool of tears formed in your eyes again. You are overwhelmed by his softness with you as you cuddle into him closer. He held you tightly as you cried yourself to sleep. 

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You woke up first the next day. The emotional hangover clung to you like a cold, wet blanket. Until you realized where you were and recalled last night’s admissions. You rolled over to see Shane sleeping on his back. He looked so peaceful. You couldn’t help but to admire his features in the low light. 

“Good morning, love.” 

You jumped. Not only were you unaware that he was awake but the new pet name was surprising. It awakened a yearning in your low belly. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. But good morning.” You meekly reply as you roll over on your side, facing away from him. Your embarrassment got the best of you. You were afraid last night was going to be too much for him.

“C’mon girl, where are you going?” He asked as he followed you, one of his arms snaked under your pillow and the other wrapped itself around you, pulling you closer into him. 

“I just didn’t want to bother you.” You replied, relishing in the warmth and security his body provided. 

“How are you feeling today?” He whispered in your ear, lips gently trailing down the side of your neck as you melted into him. 

“I’m feeling better. But did you mean what you said last night? Are we a thing?” You ask, hoping that a good night of rest didn’t change his mind. 

“I meant every word.” His reply was peppered with kisses on the back of your shoulder, igniting the embers that glowed in your low belly.  

“I did too.” You whispered as you started to lightly grind yourself against his bulge. 

“You better be careful about starting something you don’t intend to finish.” He growled as you continued your movements against him, desire growing with each provocation. 

“Who said I didn’t want to finish?” You murmured. 

Your words made Shane groan as he ran his free hand across your abdomen, resting it on your hip. 

“Shit sweetheart, what am I going to do with you?” His voice was dangerous as he caressed the side of your body. His breath hitches as he realizes you weren’t wearing any panties. 

You could feel him getting harder and the reaction your body gave him made you tremble as you rolled on your back to kiss him. 

Shane grunted as you spread your legs to accommodate him. You deepened the kiss and he brought your hands up to rest near the top of your head, interlacing your fingers with his. You relaxed into the bed, enjoying as Shane took the lead. 

He slowly but firmly thrust his hips against yours. The thin pair of pajama pants he was wearing left nothing to the imagination against your bare skin. 

You open your mouth to let out a soft moan and Shane takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into yours. The sensation left you light headed and wanting more. 

His kisses were hungry and frenzied, as if he wanted to devour you. Soon your blood was buzzing in your ears. Shane’s breathing was picking up and you couldn’t stop yourself anymore from grinding back into him. Shane groaned as he broke a kiss. Stilling his hips against yours he silently skimmed his hands down your forearms, lifting his palms so that only his fingertips danced down your biceps. In any other circumstance the sensation may have tickled you but right now the pathway tracked heat down your body causing your nipples to harden and your center to dampen. 

The hazy look in your eyes made Shane chuckle before he swiftly tore your night shirt right down the middle. 

“Shane!” You gasp before bringing your hands down and snatching his shirt over his head. You shamelessly took in the view before you. Shane was in glorious shape and you weren’t sure which of the Gods should be thanked for the opportunity to see this man. 

“Wait.” The last bit of reason that wasn’t tainted by Shane in your mind wandered to the front. 

Shane stops his hands, resting them on your hips as he sat back on his knees, eyes reading your body language.

”Please tell me you have a condom?” 

“Hang on, I think I do.” You adjusted yourself so that he could grab his bag. Reaching in he grabs the small box of condoms that were found hidden between the racks of the last pharmacy the group managed to search. 

“Shit.” He replies, turning the box upside down. “We’re out.” 

“Of course we are.” You whined, laying back on the bed, throwing your forearm over your face. “I want you so fucking bad.” You lie there pouting, trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness that was growing between your legs. 

“Listen.” Shane tosses the empty box onto the floor before laying down beside you. “We don’t have to have sex. Can I touch you?” He pauses his hand on your pubic bone waiting for an answer. 

Against better judgment, you nod your head and your body sings as Shane’s hand touches you where you so desperately needed him. 

“You’re already so fucking wet for me.” Shane admires you as he teases his fingers along your slit. 

“You feel so good.” You gasp as he slowly slips two fingers inside of you. Exhaling, you bring your hand to rest on his forearm, fearing he would stop his ministrations with your center. 

The sight of you beneath him, moaning in pleasure was stunning to Shane. He leaned down and gently scatters kisses around your chest until he popped a nipple into his mouth. 

You arched your hips at the pleasure from both his hands and his mouth. He immediately curled his fingers into your g spot. You deeply moaned at the sensation. Your noises caused him to release his assault on your nipple and he met you with a sinful stare. 

“Shane, fuck me.” Your emboldened request shocked even yourself. ”Just don’t cum in me. Please.” You whined as your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him up to you for a filthy kiss. 

“You sure that’s a good idea princess?”

”No. But I don’t want to stop. And we can’t make a habit out of this.” You cautioned as you quickly untied the string to his pajama pants, greedily pulling them down his hips as soon as you could. 

“As you wish, my love.” He sharply exhaled as you held his cock firmly in your hand. The use of his pet name caused your eyes to close. 

There it was again -love. The four letter word you hadn’t realized you had been secretly yearning to hear but struck nerves at the possibility. Your brain wanted to ask the hard questions but the ease at which the phrase rolled off his tongue pleased you. His deft hands were already making your loosely formed questions disappear. 

You open your eyes and remember the task at hand. The sight of his cock was mouth watering and you firmly grasp him and jerk him off. 

You watch as Shane’s eyes close and you thumb at the bead of precum that was forming at its head. His brows furrowed and you notice how tense the muscles in his abdomen are. His breath started to pant which encouraged you to work him harder. 

“You feel amazing love but can I please fuck you now?” Shane whines as he withdraws his fingers from you. 

Nodding you move to spread your legs for him.

”No, pretty girl. Not today. Roll over.” 

A wave of shock and excitement rolled through you as you turned over. In your previous hookups, you were usually on top and you had to be incredibly discreet. This change of pace was exciting. 

Shane roughly grabbed you by the hips, pulling you up and back so that you were doggystyle on your knees in the middle of the bed. 

Anticipation washed over you and before you could figure out what he was going to do next, Shane laid a hard smack on your ass. With an open palm, he ran his hand up your backside, electricity following in his wake. He stopped at the base of your neck, giving you a gentle squeeze before he entangled his fingers in your hair. Keeping his hand close to your scalp, he grabbed a handful and pulled. 

You cried out in pleasure as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Is this ok?” 

You felt the weight of him pressed against your cunt and it made it hard for you to answer him. You meekly nodded and he laughed against your ear. 

“Yeah, I thought you might like this.” His tone was almost sinister as he tapped your arm, unconsciously asking you for it. 

You shifted your body, moving your head to the side, so you could kneel with your chest on the bed. 

Shane grabs your wrists together in one hand while he teases your entrance with his cock. 

The anticipation of finally feeling his bare skin on yours is overwhelming and your breath is coming out in hitches. But he continues to tease you. Pressing himself slowly against your hole, tip just barely entering you before slowly pulling back. 

“What are you waiting for?” You cry out and Shane just chuckles. 

“You know, I really like to take my time but since you're impatient, I guess this is it.” He said before he filled you up. 

You cry out at the mind numbing pleasure he gives you. 

Shane didn’t waste time and started to harshly fuck you. The pleasure was intense but soon, so was the position. The bliss was starting to mingle with the discomfort in your shoulders. You started to feel crushing weight in your chest and your arms felt uncomfortable. 

Shane took notice of your changing breath and at how stiff your body had become. “Hey, hey, hey, hey what’s going on?” He said in a soothing tone as he let go of your arms and stopped his movements. “Are you ok? Do you need me to stop?” He asked as he helped brush strands of hair out of your face. 

“No, we don’t have to stop but I don’t want you to hold my arms back.” 

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s ok hun. It just started to feel too intense” The pet name effortlessly rolled off your tongue. He didn’t seem to object to it and the unquestioning acceptance lit the fire in your body back up. 

“Can we keep going?” You ask as you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“Absolutely.” Shane growls as he slaps you on the ass again, making you moan. He resumes his thrusting and you reach down to rub your clit. 

“Can you pull my hair again?” 

“I fucking love a woman who asks for what she wants.” He groans before he places one hand around your hip for support while the other pulls a handful of hair. 

“Omg, fuck that feels amazing.”

Shane keeps his pace as you feel yourself nearing the finish line. He pulls on your hair, making your back arch as you come up on your palms to conform to his request. 

“You’re doing so well for me.” 

All you can do is moan in response. 

Shane moved his free hand up your side body, over your shoulder trailing until his hand was loosely under your jaw, cradling your neck. 

He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip and you popped it into your mouth, sucking on it like it was giving you life force. 

The heat at your coil was ready to boil over at any minute. Shane could feel you pulsing around him. 

“Sweetheart, you’re going to make me fucking cum.” 

His admission pushed you over the edge. Shockwaves rippled through you, causing reality to splinter and before you could realize what was happening you felt Shane pull out of you. You can hear him grunting as you are riding out the final waves of your organs. Moments later, his hot cum lay across your ass and you both lower down into comfortable positions. 

You lie there in post coital bliss for several minutes. And then reality crashed down. 

“How loud were we? Do you think people heard us?” Mortification echoed through you at the thought. 

“Uh, well, I guess that would depend on how far away they were from us.” He teased as he rubbed your back. 

“Listen, we’re all adults here and it’s the end of the world. If anything, they were probably jealous. Hang on a minute, I’ll get you cleaned up.” 

Shane looked around, deciding to use the shirt he ripped off you earlier to wipe up his spend. 

“C’mon, let’s take another shower and go get something to eat.” 

[impala-dreamer]

Louder

A Supernatural Story

~ Dean's got you right where he wants you...~

Dean x Reader

1,209 Words

Warnings: NSF W. Bondage. Overstimulation. Smu t. 

Originally Posted to Patreon May '22

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

The rope burned across your wrists but you tried not to struggle too badly. There’s really no way to escape even if you wanted to. As it was, you were right where you wanted to be, right where you’d asked to be: caught in Dean’s web, bound by his ropes, totally at his mercy.

Years of hunting had given him a nice knowledge of knots, being tied down himself more than once showed him what hurt and what hurt just right. Even though you’d only done this a few times, he was quite good at it. Most of all, he enjoyed the look of anticipation on your pretty face as he neared the bed, loved to hear all the precious moans and blasphemous curses he could pull from your gut.

“Comfy?” he asked, standing at the foot of the bed, naked from the waist up, flexing his biceps as your eyes traipsed over them.

You twisted again, showing him how well he’d tied you down. Ankles and wrists were spread open and locked to the bed posts. You shimmied your ass and wiggled down into the plush comforter.

“Quite,” you answered, making him grin and lick his juicy lips.

He set one knee and both hands on the bed, preparing to pounce. “Good… You remember your word?”

“I’m not going to need a safe word, Dean. It’s just rope.”

“Rope that you can’t get out of,” he reminded you, now fully on his knees on the mattress. His fingers danced over the binding on your right ankle and a shiver hit your spine. “What’s the word?”

With a sigh, you tipped your head to stare down at him. “Robin.”

“Very good.” His hand slid down your calf, massaging gently as he went. When he reached your thigh, you tugged at the ropes, trying to hide, to close your legs and shy away from him. “Where ya goin’, Princess?”

Wetness slid down the crack of your ass and you bucked your hips against the air. “Nowhere?”

Dean grinned. “That’s right. So stop squirming…” His index finger traced the crease of your thigh. “I ain’t even started yet.”

“Oh, God…”

The bed creaked as Dean plopped down onto his belly and pushed his shoulders between your legs. “God has nothing to do with what I’m about to do to you, Y/N. Just remember that.”

Biting your lip, you held back a moan as Dean licked a stripe up your cunt. So very lightly, he repeated the motion, using the tip of his tongue to glide through your slick folds without actually pushing inside or giving you pressure to make anything happen. It was infuriatingly mesmerizing.

“Dean…” Your arms pulled at the ropes. “Please.”

His breath was hot on your clit as he spread you open with his thumbs. “Already begging? Wow. I’m good.” He laughed against your flesh and the vibrations made everything tighten. Your arms and legs pulled inwards, but there was still nowhere to go, no way to run away.

“So good,” you moaned, hoping to urge him on.

With a smirk, he went at it, lightly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. He swept over the top on every third circle and then changed direction, driving you absolutely insane.

Your thighs shook aside his head.

Your wrists twisted in place.

“Dean!”

“Love when you scream my name, baby,” he growled, nose bumping your clit as he licked at your hole. “Wanna hear it louder.” He pushed his tongue inside and your muscles clenched.

“Dean!”

“Louder…”

He lapped at your aching clit while pulsing two thick fingers at your entrance.

“Dean!”

“You can do better…”

The fingers slipped inside and your vision blurred. Tossing your head back, you screamed his name to the ceiling as he sealed his lips around your throbbing bud.

“Dean! Fucking fuck!”

Again, he grinned against your skin. “Much better.”

The digits curled inside and Dean stroked your sweet spot, petting it quickly as he suckled on your clit. His free arm reached up and grabbed hold of your tit, squeezing the nipple hard and giving it a good tug.

You came with a blunt cry as if something had snapped open inside of you.

Dean held on, fucking you on his hand while your body pulsed around him.

“Please…” Your hips thrashed up against his face but Dean kept on, lightly toying with your cunt with tiny kitten licks all over.

His pace slowed but the pleasure did not. He added another finger, stretching you further, and the edge was lost. You came again without warning and Dean removed his fingers, licking tenderly until your breathing slowed again.

“God, you’re amazing,” you whimpered, twisting downwards to grind on his mouth.

“And I’m not done yet,” he said, thumbing your clit softly.

“But, I-”

Green eyes looked up and Dean eased himself onto one elbow. “You haven’t given me what I want yet.”

Your body tightened and he increased the pressure of his strokes.

“W-what do you want?” Breathing was hard, words were harder.

His lips curled into a sly smile. “I think you know.”

“I can’t cum again,” you insisted, shaking your head.

He laughed gently and his thumb turned faster. “But I know you can. And you can cum harder…”

Before you could protest or think to squirm away, Dean dove back down, immediately replacing his thumb with his hot tongue. The tightness inside formed again. The pleasure built and built until your breath was clipped and your throat was raw. Dean held you on the edge, watching carefully as you writhed above him, listening intently to each whisper and groan lest he hear your word.

“Please, Dean. I need- I need it.”

“What’s that?” he teased, tapping his middle finger on your swollen cunt.

“I need it,” you groaned, tugging on the ropes again.

“What do you need?” His finger pushed inside an inch.

“Need your cock.”

He crooked his finger. “Then give me what I want…”

The pressure increased and your mind melted. “I can’t!”

“You can.”

Finger stroking your g spot, Dean set his lips once more against your clit and sucked hard, tongue flickering over the tip inside the warm cave of his mouth.

“Please, please, please…” You could feel the moment approaching, but it was so hard to let go, so difficult to just let it happen.

“Do it.”

His growl shoved you right over the edge and you clenched down on his hand, pushing it from your body with a gush of wetness that soaked deep into the sheets.

A proud smile lit his face and Dean pumped his hand harder, coaxing another wave of cum out.

Panting, you clawed at the ropes, fingers digging into the fibers, body twisting, trying to get away.

“There’s my girl,” Dean whispered, mercifully pulling away and kicking his shorts off.

“Please…”

Your whine was pathetic and desperate and Dean drank it down like fine wine.

“Did so good for me…” Back on the bed, he shifted between your legs, hand grabbing your ass to lift you up a bit. “Giving me what I wanted…”

A breathless ‘yes’ was all you could answer as his cock nudged at your cunt.

“Now you can have what you want…”

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[dulcimergecko]

Smu**y Sm** Sm*T!

I already own these, so I'm passing this along in case anybody else is seeking a copy of these books!

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[unhingedicedlatte]

"Rizzoli & Isles: Season 8" - a brilliant fanfic for everyone who wants Rizzles endgame!

Title of Fic: "Rizzoli & Isles: Season 8"

Author: SilenceintheLibrary13

Fandom/Pairing: "Rizzoli & Isles", Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli ("Rizzles")

TW: /

Rating: M

Synopsis: This story is set as a continuation of the series, but with the ending we all hoped for with every fibre of our being and still didn't get! And the best thing is that we get to read about their month in Paris together - where they finally admit their true feelings for each other and enjoy a romantic first vacation as a couple. Yay!

The characters are written really well here and while it's not a slow burn, their development as a romantic couple is depicted in a very convincing way. The plot itself needs to be praised, too: We get some sexy times, but also heartfelt conversation and a glimpse into their domestic life together, yet the author did not shy away from adding some good ol' suspense: When Maura and Jane decide to get married, they receive threatening anonymous messages to call the event off! Someone definitely does not want to grant them their well-deserved "Happily ever after" but who could that mystery person be? Someone holding a grudge against those two for professional or personal reasons?

This storyline has everything a really good fanfiction needs and was Winner of the 2018 Rizzles Award of Distinction for Best Canon Storyline!

It is one of those fanfics you can read again and again when you are in the mood for something that is light but not shallow, romantic but not *too* dramatic, neither slow-burn nor sloppily done. It's one of the stories to go back to again and again because of its perfect combo of romance, fluff, smu*t, suspense and character development.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Torino decides to clean out the old boxes in his closet and goes through some old outfits while sakumo and nana are at The store and he sees his old favorite clothes and decides to play dress up to see what still fits him and nana and sakumo come home to find him doing so. ShimurasTorino. Tried to lean into more of a smu t Type of story but kinda failed putting it into words😅

they're gonna have to get the scissors to get him outta that shirt

[20th-century-railroading]

[Diesel Locomotives T&NO 67, 49 and 31, Southern Pacific Railroad Company] by SMU Libraries Digital Collections Via Flickr: Title: [Diesel Locomotives T&NO 67, 49 and 31, Southern Pacific Railroad Company] Creator: Robert Yarnall Richie, 1908-1984 Date: 1951 Place: Texas