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0xstarzx0 · 15 days

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HARD WORK| ONE SHOT

Junior Alba x Reader.

{OPEN COMMAND}

[English is not my native language❗️❗️]

SYNOPSIS: After a tiring day, Junior has the right to rest…in his own special way.

TW: smut, sex, fingering, insult , penetration, plush, sex V, dirty language, dirty ?, +18

NDA: Hello! I just wanted to say that I was inspired by this post. Thank you @oceandriveab for inspiring me 💕

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Junior’s day had been hell, between Tony who pressured him all day and his colleague Nicole who only treated him like a child, Junior was overwhelmed.

Junior enters the living room, He throws his work bag on the couch and passes a hand in his messy hair "Love, I’m home." He says, his voice is clearly exhausted by his long day of work.

you come out of your bedroom, Junior details you when you enter the room, Your mini shorts highlight your curves and your white tank barely hides your nipples.

Junior doesn’t know if he should fuck you on the couch or kneel down on your knees." Hi Sweetheart." You approach him and kiss his cheek.

Junior offers you a tired smile and wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer "Hey babe, I missed you today." He kisses your cheek before resting his head on yours.

"I missed you too." You stick it against you. "I made some food. You hungry?"

Junior smiled and nodded, grateful for your kindness and understanding about his long hours of work. At first, Junior had normal work schedules but, since he’s been working on a new investigation, he’s been busy all the time and coming home late.

If he doesn’t come home late, he’s called late at night and has to go to work. The other night, when you were doing it. He had the misfortune to pick up his phone. result, an hour later he was with his colleagues investigating.

He knows you’re uncomfortable, but since you’re not saying anything, he’s not stepping up.

"Thank you, princess. I'm starving." He kisses your forehead and follows you to the table, taking in the delicious smell.

You put the table for one person. You put a large amount of food on his plate and put it in front of him smiling.

He smiles with appreciation and begins to eat, moaning with pleasure to the taste of delicious food. After a while, he notices that you are not eating and looks up. "Hey, aren’t you going to eat?"

you shake your head and shrug your shoulders. "I’m not very hungry."

He raises an eyebrow and studies you, noticing the slight bags under your eyes.

"Baby, have you been sleeping enough?You know you need to take care of yourself too. Let me finish up and then I'll take care of you."

He winks before returning to his meal.

You laugh and get behind him. "I’m fine, no need to worry." You kiss his cheek and take it off him.

He sighs and smiles, loving the way you take care of him. You will do the dishes while he finishes.

Once he has finished his meal. He stands up and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nibbling at your neck. It’s time for me to return the favor, don’t you think?"

"Are you done eating already?" You turn around to get his plate but he takes you in his arms and carries you to the bridal style in the room, being careful not to let you down.

Once he reaches the bed, he gently lays you out and slowly kisses every part of the skin undressing you, he takes his time to appreciate every inch of your skin.

you moan at the sensation of his soft lips on every part of your body

He can't help but smile at your reaction, feeling satisfied and wanting to give you even more pleasure.

He continues to place soft kisses all over your body, teasing you and building the desire between the both of you. "You like that, baby?"

You bite your lip and nod.

He growls sensually and presses his lips harder against your skin. His hands go down to your hips, bringing you closer to him as he undresses, you help him to go faster.

Junior stands up and stares at you, he begins to kiss you down to your intimacy.

His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you. He smiles passionately by burying his face between your thighs as he starts licking your clit. "God, you know I love that?"

you moan and lightly squeeze his head between your thighs causing him a growl.

He laughs and uses his tongue to make you lose your mind and it works, the way your moans come out looks like those of a porn movie.

He then starts to suck on your clit, using his lips to stimulate you while his tongue keeps teasing and flicking against it. "I could stay here all day..."

You close your eyes and slowly begin to tighten the sheets by pleasure. "Junior…" you moans.

He smiles against you, feeling incredibly satisfied at the noises you're making. He loves knowing that he's the one making you feel this way.

he starts to suck harder your clit while using his fingers to penetrate you. "Do you feel good, baby?"

he asks but already knows what your answer is. you feel your back bowing closing your eyes even more.

you gasp as you open my mouth a little more every second. Junior can make you feel huge things just with his fingers and mouth

He can feel your body squeezing around his fingers, telling him that you are close.

He speeds up his movements and sucks harder on your clit, pushing his fingers deeper, he feels you start shaking under his touch. "Will you cum for me princess?"

You don’t hear anything completely lost in your pleasure, it only takes a few seconds for him to understand it and accelerate even more.

Your body trembles, the sounds of your moans increase and without you even realizing it, you cum on his face and fingers.

It moans with satisfaction when it tastes your juice. He keeps his fingers inside you and slows down his movements, letting you take out the replicas of your orgasm before removing and wiping them on the sheets.

It moans with satisfaction when it tastes your juice. He keeps his fingers inside you and slows down his movements, letting you try to catch your breath before removing his fingers and wiping them on the sheets.

You take your breath with difficulty and he notices it.

He laughs and stands up leaning a sweet kiss on your lips. "Fuck I could never get tired of hearing you like this..."

You smile and he steals a kiss.

He stands up on one arm and rubs his cock between your slits to lubricate it then stands in front of your entrance.

He thrusts inside of you slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of your tightness around him. He groans in pleasure and begins to pick up the pace, sliding in and out with ease , he grabs onto your hips. "Fuck, you're so tight..." he moan.

you put your hands on his shoulders to stabilize you, he leans slightly and whispers to you:

"You like that, baby? You like when I fuck you like a dirty little slut? When I pound your wet cunt, I want to hear you beg for it, princess. Beg for my cock..."

you can’t even formulate a sentence "I-pl-I.." You moan, he hits with his hand your already swollen clit.

Junior accelerates, his pushes are violent. "Look at you, you can’t even formulate a fucking sentence anymore. you’re a real bitch."

he puts his head up your neck and says just a little bit higher than a whisper. "I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight."

You feel the tears running down your face, you tighten around him and moan louder and louder. "Junior!" you moan feeling that you will soon arrive.

Junior growls of pleasure, it’s hot and so good for him. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you milking my cock." He says practically out of breath.

You drop your head back, and scream how brutal your orgasm is. You hear nothing but your heartbeat.

He groans in pleasure and thrusts deeper, feeling you tighten around him. He can feel his own orgasm building."Yeah, baby. Just like that. I'm so fucking close... You're going to make me cum, dirty girl"

Junior keeps pounding through your orgasm, making it last even longer. He can't help but smile as he sees how good he makes you feel. His own orgasm hits him suddenly, and he releases his hot seed deep inside you.

He takes a breath, looks like he ran a marathon while he just fucked you, his face sweaty.

Junior looks at you and smiles. He puts his thumb on your lips and puts it in your mouth.

"Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?." He chuckles, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he watches you. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth. "I love you princess"

You take his hand and press it against your cheek, he strokes it with his thumb. "I love you too, Junior." You kiss his hand.

He captures your lips for a passionate kiss. His hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, leaving you both breathless by the end of it.

Junior knew you liked it when he insulted you and for him it was a way to bring out the pressure of the job.

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The next day Junior didn’t go to work, he took care of you because you couldn’t walk. And to your delight, work hasn’t called him.

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pekejscatbed · 3 months

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Lazy Day | Slade Wilson x gn! Reader

DAD BOD SLADE SUPREMACY HE IS A DILF HE IS DADDY SO WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS TUMMY GIVE MY FAVORITE OLD MAN THE BIG ASS STOMACH HE DESERVES YOU COWARDS- *cough cough* sorry guys, idk where that came from :/

info/warnings: gender neutral reader, soft Slade, cuddles, reminiscing, domestic fluff, weight gain, Slade has a dad bod and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands

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You lay in bed together, Slade sitting up against the pillows in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, and you partially on top of him, face buried in his naked stomach as he gently runs his fingers through your hair.

Slade has gained weight since the two of you met, with you cooking for him on his days away from the mercenary life and keeping him well fed. His stomach is bigger now after the couple of years you've been together, now rounder than when the two of you went on your first date and hanging down over his hip line. He's still strong, muscles still as big as they were years ago- bigger, even- but now they're covered in layers of fat that you absolutely adore; you love the weight he's gained, love the way his arms are now squishy when you hold onto him in public, love watching the small jiggle to his thighs when he walks around the house in nothing but his boxers, love burying your face into his growing tummy on lazy days like today, like you are now.

"Hm?" You tilt your head up as you exit your mind, thoughts dissipating as you look up at Slade in question.

"Asked what you're thinking about, sweetheart." His voice is soft as he repeats himself, looking down at you and smiling when your eyes meet his one green eye.

You smile back, humming softly. "You."

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cecil-is-an-eldrich-deity · 3 months

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This is how I look at ShigaDabi

(Especially in Satancopilotsmytardis fics)

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miss617 · 3 months

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Ya boy done posted a fic! Anybody ask for what's basically T1 but as a YA romance? No? Well you're getting it! Join me for traumatized teens, ineffectual adults, and what's definitely not a nerfed version of the T-X! Chapters 1 and 2 available now!

note: while all "screencaps" are true in-universe, only the third has a direct quote.

#terminator #terminator 2 #terminator 2 judgment day #t2 #john connor #terminator fanfiction #shameless self promo #the peanut butter one really gets me #and i don't even know why #but i'm having fun #that's all that matters

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Housewife situation fem!reader with abby anderson???? Fluff and smut or whtv you want!! <3

Ok here's the thing, I love love love Abby Anderson. Like I have an enormous crush on her okay. And I just—THE BRAINROT IS REAL. And picturing a whole housewife scenario with her??? This just makes me want to marry her ONG 😩😩😩😩😩😩

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Abby always wakes up early since she's got the morning patrol. She'll be out of bed before the sun rises, and she'll pepper your face with kisses as she leaves.

You grab her by the wrist, the hem of her shirt, her hand—whatever you can reach of her in your half-dozed state.

“Stay,” you beg, pulling her towards you, and she sits on the bed beside you. “Please. Just five more minutes.”

“You know I can't, baby,” she tells you, brushing your messy hair off your face. “I'll be late to work.”

“Please,” you insist, cuddling into her lap, her thighs strong beneath her khakis.

She sighs gently and caves. “Five more minutes,” she agrees, holding you, caressing your face. She loves how you look so pleased that she's staying five minutes more beside you. Sometimes, she can't understand how she managed to get someone like you to love her. It amazes her as much as it thrills her.

When the five minutes are over, she presses kisses to your forehead as she says her goodbyes, and you watch her go with half-lidded eyes.

You get out of bed a few hours later, when the sun is bright and shining through the thin curtains. You change out of your pajamas into a pair of small shorts and one of Abby's t-shirts that smells like her, and get to your chores.

You make yourself breakfast and clean your plates, you sweep the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom, and the hall. You dance and sing on your own with a few songs that play on the radio, and you think about Abby.

You make the bed, organize the pillows, fold your pajamas and Abby's. As you're working and singing, your eyes fall on the pretty pink box of yours that Abby stashed under the bed.

Your pussy clenches at the knowledge of what's in there, and, even though you shouldn't—you still have chores to do and no time to waste—you slide the box out from under the bed and open it.

Inside: a tube of lube, a rabbit vibrator, a few bullet vibrators, handcuffs, and a stack of Polaroids that you're quickly reaching for. You realize that Abby's strap on isn't here, which only riles you up more because it means she's wearing it to work.

You climb on the bed, eyes scanning over the pictures. There you are, all teary-eyed and swollen lips as you suck on Abby's cock. Another picture of you with your thighs spread, your slick dripping down to the bed, your thighs covered in hickeys. A third one reveals your breasts, littered in bite marks and hickeys, Abby's mouth in the picture as she sucks your nipple. Another one, you on all fours while Abby fucks you from behind, the strap on coated in your slick, your ass red from where Abby's rough hands have been gripping it.

You can feel your pussy throbbing, your arousal pooling onto your panties. You lay back against the pillows, one hand rubbing your pussy over your shorts while you continue studying the pictures.

Abby fucking you from behind, both of you standing as she forces you to watch yourself in a mirror, the flash a bright white against the edge of the mirror. A picture you took, Abby's gorgeous blue eyes looking right into the lens from between your thighs, your pussy raw, Abby's mouth and chin covered in your slick as she eats you out.

You push your shorts to the side, along with your panties, and run your fingers over your dripping folds. A soft breath leaves your lips as you brush soft circles on your clit.

Another Polaroid shows you on top of Abby, your head thrown back, your chest on display as you ride her.

You pinch your clit, placing the Polaroids on the bed beside you, focusing on your fingers on your cunt and wishing it was Abby touching you.

Unbeknownst to you, Abby has taken advantage of the fact that it's Friday, and she's managed to get someone to replace her afternoon shift. By midday, she's making her way back home. Back to you.

The radio is on, some late 80s jam playing loud enough for Abby to hear the music through the door as she fetches her keys out of her pocket.

She unlocks the door and walks in, shutting it after herself. She walks down the hall, making her way toward the kitchen in search of you when she hears you gasping in the bedroom.

Somewhat alarmed, Abby rushes towards the bedroom, swinging the ajar door open and saying, “Baby?” only to find you on the bed, all spread out, soaked shorts and panties pushed to the side while you fuck yourself.

You jump when you see Abby, quickly removing your fingers from your cunt. “Bee!” you say, shocked, as you sit up, trying to recover your breath.

Her blue eyes study the bed, the Polaroids you were using to get off, the pink box full of your sex toys, and she's quick to do the math.

She raises an eyebrow. “Do you always touch yourself when I'm not home?”

You swallow, cheeks warming with a blush, and shake your head. “No, I-I was going to get started on lunch, I just—You're home early,” you stutter out.

“Lunch, you say?” She grins, ignoring your comment as she makes her way toward the bed, discarding her jacket and her halter on the ground. “That sounds real good right about now. I'm fuckin' starving.”

You watch as she climbs on the bed, crawling towards you, and she places her hands on your hips. With a quick, swift movement, she pulls your shorts and your panties off, and tosses them aside.

You gasp softly as she leans down, placing her mouth to one of your thighs, then the other, before licking over your folds.

You shudder, laying back down against the pillows, your nails digging into the bed sheets. “Bee,” you mewl lowly. “Please, I've needed you so bad.”

Abby smirks before she presses her face into your pussy, her nose against your clit, her mouth sucking at your folds before her tongue slides into you.

You reach for her head, fingers eagerly tugging at her braid until you manage to pull it loose. Her blond locks fall over her shoulders, and you tangle your fingers in them, hips rutting up to meet her face.

“Abs,” you whine, legs trembling around her head. She lifts your thighs and wedges her broad shoulders between them, placing your legs to rest on her shoulders.

She drags her teeth over your clit, making you shudder, and she smirks. She loves how sensitive you are when she touches you, how you get soaked with only a few licks. You're so easy for her, and she loves it.

“Please,” you gasp, back arching off the bed, your eyes fluttering shut. Your fingers drag through Abby's thick hair, pulling her closer, your cunt raw and throbbing against her tongue.

She groans into you, making you mewl, and she can feel her own pussy growing wet, soaking the strap on she wore. She enjoys having eight inches of pink silicone between her thighs, imagining you on it, impatient to get home and stuff it inside you.

“Fuck me,” you beg, trying to pull her away from between your thighs. “I need you inside, Abs. Please.”

“Not yet,” she says, her voice reverberating through you. “I want you t'come f'r me first.”

You groan, mewling. “Okay, okay,” you agree. “Mmphf! 's so good!”

Your body is trembling, your pleasure coiling in your womb and threatening to snap. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, your nails digging into her scalp.

“Abby! Please, fuck!” you cry out. She can tell you're close, both by the hitch in your voice and the way your slick gushes out of you.

She nuzzles her face against your pussy, sending you whirling over the edge. You mewl, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Abby—Oh, God!”

And then your orgasm crashes over you, making your thighs shake, your thighs squeezing her head. She laps up your orgasm, drinking every last drop, enjoying your sweet sent and your taste.

As she pulls away from you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, you reach for her. You grab onto her shirt, making her crawl over you, and she cages your body beneath hers.

Her mouth finds your lips with ease, sneaking her tongue between them, allowing you to taste yourself. You wrap your hands around her neck, threading your fingers into her hair.

She pulls away from the kiss to push her pants and boxers down, low enough for the silicone cock to spring free. You spread your legs wider, eager, and she smiles before caging you under her once more.

She guides the dildo between your folds, teasing your entrance for a moment before sliding into you. You gasp, wrapping your legs around her waist and forcing her deeper until her hips meet yours.

“Fuck,” Abby hisses out as you buck your hips up, causing the strap on to rub against her swollen clit.

“Abs, please,” you beg, grating your hips in search of more friction. “Please.”

Abby has had something on her mind for a while now. Something she wants to propose to you but is a little shy to admit. Yet, she takes her chance now, and asks, “You think you can call me something else, love? Give me a pretty nickname when I fuck you?”

Your eyes meet hers, the blue darkened by her lust, pupils blown wide. “Okay,” you breathe, trembling.

“Call me Mommy, hm? Let's see how that sounds from your pretty lips.”

You're surprised at first, your eyes wide before they quickly glow with delight, excitement coursing through you. Your pussy clenches around the dildo, your heart racing.

“Mommy,” you say softly. “Mommy, fuck me. Please.”

Abby groans, heat rushing to her core at your words. “Fuck, baby. Such a good girl, goddamn.”

“I missed you,” you admit, dizzy with pleasure, drunk on the feel of Abby's body on top of yours. “I always miss you when you leave.”

She places a soft kiss on your forehead as she begins thrusting into you, making you gasp. “I miss you, too,” she tells you. “All the time. I wish I could take you to patrol with me, but it's dangerous work. I'd rather you stay here, safe.”

You mewl, nails digging into her back. “You could stay here with me,” you suggest, voice wavering as the pleasure runs through your veins, making you tremble. “We could be together all day.”

Abby smiles softly. “You know I can't, honey. It's my job,” she says, gasping softly as the strap on adds more pressure against her clit.

“I know,” you reply. “I know. I just need you so much.”

She presses a kiss against your mouth, feeling your gummy walls tighten around the strap on. You mewl, eyes rolling back into your head, and Abby swallows the sound.

“I need you too, love,” she tells you. “I always need you.”

Her hips slam against yours, the bed squeaking beneath you, the headboard crashing into the wall.

“Mommy!” you cry, trying to pull her closer. “Please. Please.”

“Yeah, I'll make you come, baby,” she promises, breathless from the pleasure. “Don't you worry about that.”

You nod, shaking, the pleasure crawling through your veins and igniting your skin. “Fuck! Fuck! Mommy, 'm so close!”

She increases her pace, bruising your cervix, the dildo dragging against your g-spot. “Come on, my angel. I know you can do it,” she encourages. “Come on my cock, yeah? Be a good girl f'r me, baby.”

She licks your jaw, lowering her mouth to your neck. She bites on the delicate skin of your throat, her hips bruising yours, and she can feel how you scratch her back through her shirt.

Your cunt clenches around the strap on, making it harder for her to thrust in and out of you, and then you're hurling over the edge. You gasp and moan, body trembling uncontrollably, your pussy dripping onto the bed.

“Atta girl,” Abby says, burying her face in your shoulder as she feels her own orgasm nearing. Her clit aches beneath the rubs of the strap on, begging for release. She grinds her hips onto yours, making you mewl, and she's getting herself off at the same time.

When you buck your hips up, meeting hers, it drives her to a frenzy and pushes her over the edge.

“Fuck! Goddamn,” she moans, biting your shoulder through the thin material of the t-shirt you're wearing as she comes, her broad figure trembling. She rests the weight of her body on you as she tries to catch her breath. She places her head on your chest, hearing your racing heart, and you run your fingers through her tangled hair, caressing her head gently.

“I love you,” you tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “So much, Abby.”

“I love you,” she replies, kissing your neck. “You're everything to me, angel. What would I do without you?”

You smile. “Come back to a messy house?” you joke.

She shakes her head, pushing herself up so she's not crushing you under her weight, and she kisses your lips. “You know that's not what I mean,” she says, the words falling right against your mouth. “Without you, I'd be empty, love. All alone, without anyone to understand me, without anyone to love me.”

You wrap your arms around her neck, giving her mouth a peck. “I'll always be with you, Abs. I'll always love you. You know there's no one else out there that can even come close to comparing to you. You're it for me, Abby.”

She kisses your chin, the corner of your mouth, and then your lips. It's a soft, slow kiss, gentle and loving. It makes you happy, a bubbly sensation bursting in your chest.

“How come you're home early?” you question as she pulls away to press a trail of open mouthed, wet kisses down your neck.

“I wanted to be with you,” she says. “I felt guilty this morning when I left. I haven't spent as much time with you lately, with the Fireflies needing more people to patrol, and me too willing to help. I-I haven't given you the time or attention you deserve, and I'm sorry for that.”

You kiss her again, softly. “You're here now, Abs. That's all that matters.”

She pulls out of you and you're left sore, aching in the best way, and then Abby's cleaning you.

She helps you into a pair of new panties and shorts, and then you make your way to the kitchen. As you cook, Abby helps you, chopping vegetables, finding the seasoning, setting the table—anything she can.

You stand in front of the stove, stirring the food, and Abby hugs you from behind, placing her head on your shoulder, humming in your ear.

She raises the volume of the radio and grabs your hand, pulling you toward her, and she leads you around the kitchen, dancing. You laugh, delighted, having missed her so much. This past week she's been particularly busy, leaving early and returning late, with barely any time to spend together.

Abby watches the joy on your face and her heart melts, feeling so fucking lucky. She makes you this happy, and that just makes her dizzy with awe.

How did she get you to love her?

You have lunch, and then you cuddle on the bed and Abby tells you all about her day and she just releases all the stress she has pent up. You two take a small nap, with you in her arms and one of her legs around you, and wake up a while later.

You make popcorn, Abby chooses a movie, and then you pretend to watch it while mostly talking to each other.

It gets late quick and you grow tired. Abby pulls you to her, allowing you to rest your head on her chest, and you're quick to fall asleep. Abby kisses the top of your head, inhaling your scent, and she promises herself that she will spend more time with you. Nothing matters if she's not with you.

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#inbox <3 #abby anderson #tlou fanfiction #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #abby tlou #i love her so bad #omgshessobeautiful #the brainrot is terminal

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fairybonesandstardust · 1 month

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i’m on my knees begging someone pls write omega!slade wilson or slade wilson mpreg 😭🙏

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melandrops · 7 months

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a reference to oliver bank's notebook, which you can find in my fic Until Death Do Us Part

#tma #the magnus archives #oliver banks #mike crew #michael crew #terminal velociry #oliver banks x mike crew #fanfiction #writing

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dicklessthewonderclown · 3 months

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writing patterns :)

thanks @father-salmon for the tag!

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern

1. time means nothing to an eternal being | 2.1 k | mature

Day One

Normally, the Mark on Castiel’s arm is nothing but a dull ache. While annoying, it’s easy to handle, easy to push away the quiet voice suggesting how nice it would feel to run someone through with a blade.

It gets worse, Dean had told him.

2. christmas blues | 4.2k | mature

Handel’s Messiah plays quietly in the background. Castiel watches the record go around and around on the turntable in the corner of the living room. Soft voices drift down from the attic, eager and excited. Flames crackle in the fireplace. The room smells of fresh pine. Flames crackle in the fireplace. The room smells of fresh pine.

3. just ask him out already | 2.6k | teen

The regulars are Dean’s favorite part of his job. He knows some of them by name, for others, he and Charlie have come up with nicknames.

4. swapping bodies | 1.4k | gen

Dean grunts as his back hits the wall, gun landing several feet away from him. He dives for it, narrowly avoiding another flash if light. The witch begins to mutter something in Latin, and oh shit, that doesn’t sound good, but he doesn’t have a clear shot. “Sam!”

5. wrath | 5.2k | explicit

“Dean!” Michael’s harsh voice echoes through the camp, heads turning to stare.

Dean ignores him, head held high as he stalks across the footworn paths. Rage bubbles beneath his skin, his fists clenched, the back of his neck prickling with the watchful eyes of both his and Michael’s armies.

6. no grave can hold my body down | 1.8k | teen

Pain. Blinding, nauseating, permeating every cell in his body, pining him in place. His shirt is warm and wet, clinging to his skin. His hand shakes as he clutches Sam like a lifeline, tears blurring his vision. Sam’s hand is burning hot on his wrist. “Tell me it’s ok,” he whispers.

7. staring in the blackness at some distant star | 1.7k | teen

Dean frowns, body still heavy with sleep, when he reaches behind himself to pull Cas closer, when his hand finds an empty space in his bed, not even any warmth left from Cas’s body.

8. i need you | 1.4k | mature

Cas grips Dean tightly, and in an incredibly nausea inducing pull behind his navel, the submarine’s walls, along with the entirety of 1944 vanish. Dean blinks, willing himself not to throw up as the bunker rapidly appears around them, Cas’s hand still gripping his shoulder tightly.

9. catstiel | 1.8k | mature

Friday

Dean is late getting home from work on Friday night. Bobby had asked him to stay late to finish up a car for some hotshot banker who had paid extra to ensure it would be done before the weekend. Dean doesn’t actually mind, though he had bitched about it all day to Cas via text.

10. mornings aren’t so bad with you | 1.1k | teen

Dean’s favorite thing to do on Saturdays is sleep in late, wake up to Cas sliding back into bed, warm and naked after his morning run and shower, the irresistible smell of coffee brewing wafting through the house. There’s no better way to suffer through the atrocity that is mornings than Cas pressing soft kisses to his shoulders and the back of his neck, the promise of coffee in the air, his husband in bed with him, and sometimes a wonderful wakeup blowjob

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Summary: FWB's Harry and y/n find out that they're more than just a temporary fix to each other

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), hair pulling, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry: Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?"

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

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