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jistagrams · 9 months

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nct 127 getting jealous of a member/friend

warnings: cussing, jealous nct, hair pulling,suggestive asf,honestly i dont even remember so, also no proofread 🥲🥲

taeil: it all start out with you teasing jisung, why? Because he's so teasable, so shy and so cute so u decided to mess with him. That was the first mistake you made since it led to you being death stared by your one and only boyfriend taeil. At first u don't notice him staring at you and jisung but after a while u start to feel like someone was staring at u, so u look around to see ur boyfriend looking at you, real hard. Man spreading leaning overish (like in the pic above) raising one of his eyebrow clocking his head to the side , poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You knew he was jealous and he knows you find him so sexy like that , so he eggs it on. Deciding to play your stupid game, he gets up to sit right next ro you where you were also sitting with jisung and some random girl his friends had over. He sits down right by you leaving no space between but he turns to the girl. What? "hey im taeil" , "hey tae im emily" she gives him big toothy grin as he js smirks at her, you stare at them in disbelief, scoffing and putting ur hand on his thigh trying to show her that he's yours. But instead of ending it here he decided to move ur hand away and lean into Emily. your in shock, what the hell? Who even IS this girl? "So...are u single?" She asks him sliding her hand up his arm. he slightly laughs and shakes his head as in no, yeah better be a fucking no. "nah, i only fuck one girl around here" he smiles and pulls u in, emily just stares at you both in either shock or disgust u can't tell, but u could care less about her. She stands up and walks away leaving u too alone since jisung walked away long ago. "Why try and mess with me when it will just back fire on u" , "because i wanted u to get jealous" , "ur so weird pretty"

johnny: honestly it's no use trying to get Johnny jealous, he doesn't strike me as someone would really care. I think he would just laugh and talk to the person ur talking to the same way you are, but there's always something you can do to make him at least a little annoyed. That was sitting in between their legs or sitting on their lap. He didn't care who he just hates the thought or even view of it, so when that was the only spot u could be cos the car being so filled he yanks you off jungwoos lap and puts you in his, "what was that for?" , "you know what it was for stop acting dumb".

taeyong: def the type to ignore it and talk about it at home, more like ignore u at home as well, he'd jus be so bothered by you flirting with jaehyun he would just ignore you till he's ready to talk about it. So when u see him on his gaming chair playing animal crossing on his switch you go to sit on his lap, you thought he would look up but he just ignored u and continue playing, trying to get him to talk to you , u went to kiss his neck when he stopped you. "I don't kiss people who kiss my friends" what the hell is he talking about? "What are u on about" , "u were flirting with jaehyun. Obviously something is going on" , "no taeyong nothing is going on u idiot" , "yeah sure." , "I'm serious! He was asking me what he should get his girlfriend for their anniversary" u say trying to defend urself, he puts down his switch and wraps his arms around ur waist. "Is that so?" He says with a small smile , "yes baby" u say with a smile back, he gives a small kiss on ur lips then goes to kiss ur nose. "I'm glad you guys have nothing going on" , "u know I wouldn't cheat" , "i know i was just being overdramatic" he says between kisses he's giving ur chest now. "Wanna fuck?" , "taeyong what the hell u were jus mad" , "and?".

yuta: doesn't even let you get a single sentence out to johnny before he's dragging u to the other room slamming the door while pushing u to the wall, hovering over u. "U think ur fucking funny?" He says with a small laugh. U can't help but to think he looks so fine in this moment. So possessive over u, so mad, yet so sexy in this very moment. "yuta i was just talking with hi-"he cuts u off by kissing u, very very sloppy. He doesn't care about how he kissing you right now. Right now he just wants to teach u a lesson, hands everywhere on u as u try n pull his pants down that's where he stops u, he pulls away from the kissing to lean down to ur neck to leave a huge hickey for everyone to see. After leaving a few more he pulls away from u and pushes his hair back from his face, "try that shit again n see what happens" he says while leaving the room.

doyoung: just like johnny I don't think he would be a jealous type of guy, but you on the other hand? U were mad at every female who came his way. So when u left to get ice cream from the ice cream stand that was not too far away from where he was, u saw him talking to some girl, a very pretty girl at that. Sure you were pretty or whatever but she was on a next level. Walking up to them felt awkward since u had 2 ice creams in ur hands slowly melting from the heat, "oh uhm im doyoung" he says awkwardly like he has never talked to any girl in his life. U finally get to where they were n stood by his side, he looks at u and smiles taking one of the ice creams from u saying a thank u while licking it, "who's this" u say with the most disgusted face u can make. "I'm not sure.." he says back while the girl just looks at u two, "I'm Kaylee and you are?" She says with a obviously annoyed face acting like she wasn't the problem here. "I'm his girlfriend. Y/n." She snickers n walks away. "She was ugly anyways babe done worry about her"he says putting his arm around ur waist starting to walk away. "You know she wasn't so shut up." U say back at him with the same face u had from earlier, "baby ur so jealous its cute" , "she wanted you" , "I want you" , "ok doyoung."

jaehyun: he just smiles n laughs while watching u have a conversation with Mark, "this is fucking crazy." he mumbles but haechan was able to catch what he said, "ahhh u jealous of them talking" he teases jaehyun making him ignore haechan. "that's such a cute bracelet mark! where did u get it?" u point at his bracelet mark had on, he slightly blushes n looks at it himself. "oh thanks y/n, my ex gave it to me so I don't know where she got it..." he shyly smiles , remembering how he got the bracelet for his birthday last year. U smile at him n grab his arm taking a closer look at the bracelet, jae would look so pretty with this, u thought to urself. But what u don't realize is how jaehyun is hovering over u. He grabs ur arm and takes it away from mark's. " I feel like you have had enough time with y/n." He gives a tight lipped smile n looks towards u signaling to get up n walk with him, u bid mark goodbye and get up from the dark blue couch, waving goodbye to ur friends at the party. After u guys reach the car and got in it he let's out a frustrated sigh, gripping onto the steering wheel. "jae i wasn't trying to flirt with him or anything, his bracelet was just nice and I wanted to get you one similar" u start to explain urself to your boyfriend. He looks at you and moves one of his hands to your thigh and caresses it. "I know baby, I don't know why I got so jealous. I know he means no harm, and I know you weren't flirting with him" he says to you with a genuine smile. U give the same smile back relishing in the comforting moment holding his other hand that wasn't on ur thigh. U were enjoying it until his hand started to move too close to where you need him the most. He looks at you with a slight smirk removing his hand from yours and your thigh to jump into the back seat, "cmon pretty" he says tapping his thighs.

jungwoo: it all started with a message from this dude u went to school with back in high school, he decided to text u out of no where saying ,

hey y/n it's been so long , how have u been?

Once ur bf sees he grabs the phone a little disgusted since someone decided to text his girlfriend knowing that you post him 24/7. "jungwoo let's just block him" , "nah I wanna fuck with him" , "babe that's so stupid" , "yk what's stupid? This dude. Who even is this guy!" He says going to click on his profile. "Winwin huh? He looks more like a loselose why is he texting u" he says going to go reply to winwins message, but instead of staying by ur side he moves to the other side of the bed and cuddles up in a ball to text the dude back. U climb over to his side bear hugging him looking at the screen of ur phone.

Who the hell is this

Uh? It's winwin, yk ur old friend

"Old friend huh?" He says while typing up a storm. "jungwoo it's really not that serious just ignore his ass" u say kissing his neck to calm him down. Putting ur arms around his waist,

Old friend is crazy. I don't care if ur a old friend or whatever.

Y/n why are u texting like that??

It's her boyfriend texting

"Idiot" he mumbles under his breath. "I see no point in this all at this point ur js bullying the poor thing" u say feeling bad for ur old friend winwin. "poor thing??did yall fuck or smth to be saying that" he says turning his head back look at u. "No dumb ass, he's just a old friend that decided to move away" u say offended he would even think u would fuck winwin, sure he's cute and all but u wouldn't mess w him, he was like a little brother to u.

Oh.. I thought she was still single

Did u even look at her page? I'm everywhere on it

After saying that he blocks winwin, turning ur phone off n putting it on the bed stand. U let go of him n he turns to face u. "If he ever texts u again ima delete ur insta" he says with a pout , "aww my little baby is jealousss" u coo at him bringing him into ur arms placing soft kisses on his face and neck. "I'm not jealous i just like to keep what's mine."

mark: poor markie wouldn't even show he's jealous cos he's too embarrassed to say he is, so when he sees yuta holding ur waist while u were wasted n dancing ur ass off, he would js stare in complete shock from what he's seeing rn. "Dude ain't that ur gf" jaemin says when he sees u and yuta tg. "Yeah.." he softly says, it almost goes unheard but jaemin was able to pick it up.

You were drunk and couldn't even feel ur body. But what u did feel was a arm snake around ur waist, u thought it was ur beloved markie so u let it stay there as u continued to dance and drink, so when u finally turn to face the body holding u u jump back I'm utter shock, how did u not realize it was yuta? He was so much taller than mark how did u not realize that? U look around trying to find ur boyfriend, but in ur drunken state u couldn't even spin around without having the urge to throw up, everything was moving. U felt dizzy and felt like the walls were closing in. So u ran to what u think was a bathroom , (it was the kitchens sink) and threw up, not even focused on the state of ur mind rn u try to find ur bf to tell him that u had nothing going on with yuta, but where the hell was he?

Mark was in the car he drove the both of u to this stupid party, everything and everyone was so stupid to him rn. He gripped the steering wheel harder than he was before. But he didn't drive he js sat there hoping u would at least come out. And you did, and when he saw u he got out and ran up to u feeling bad since he saw u stumbling. Putting u in the passenger seat and putting the seat belt on he gets in the driver's seat. Doing the same and putting the seat belt on, "markie.." u start, he looks at u. U looked still so cute despite ur mascara running down and ur hair all messed up, he always loved this look on u since thats how u always looked after giving him head. So now he's wondering, did you give yuta head?

U start up again pulling him out of his thoughts, focusing back onto u. "I didn't do anything with yuta. I swear! I thought that arm was yours mark. I swear to God! I really did think it was yours, m sorry my love ill stop drinking so much. I drank so much I forgot how my boyfriends arm felt..." u rambled on and on, u felt like he wouldn't believe u but , he did. Why wouldn't he? He knew you wouldn't cheat or do anything like that. So he believed you, "I believe you baby, I love you so much" , "I love u too markie..but I would really love to fuck rig-" he stops u from talking with his hand over ur mouth, "not tonight babe ur drunk" he says with a sweet smile, starting the car n driving to ur guys shared apartment.

haechan: he didn't mean to talk to her like that, he didn't even try at all. She just thought he was flirting with her because of that whiny voice and attitude he has, so when he sees u storm into the study hall looking for him and the girl he thought he was done for. Quietly sulking in the chair , the girl thought he was just being silly so she rubs his arm and laughs at him. He moves his arm away from her n scoots over slightly. When he sees u standing there obviously annoyed by the fact she saw him and this girl in the back of a photo her friend posted just 4 minutes ago, u take a seat infront of them and slightly smile at them both. "Oh my, are u two a couple?" Once these words left ur mouth he knew he was in for a long one. The girl not knowing who u were just laughed and said , "I wishh, he would be the perfect boyfriend for me!" She says with a smile after. U give her a tight lipped smile and look at your very scared bf. He wasn't looking at u cos he knew if he made eye contact he would fade away from fear. "Well if you want, I could give u a few tips on how to make him youres!" U say laughing a bit, he finally looks at u and shakes his head as in no, "please God save me tonight" he whispers looking up to the roof. "Oh my really?" , " of course, tip 1. He loves his hair pulled he likes the pain it gives him, tip 2. When ur going down on him don't do it fast, go veryyyyyyyyy slow. He likes it like that. Tip 3. Don't call him haechan during sex , he likes his real name. Donghyuck, or if ur y/n u can call him whatever. He doesn't care js not haechan, he doesn't find it very moanable" u stop and smile at the both of them, they both looked at u in complete shock. "Uhm...who's y/n?" She says looking at u then haechan. "Oh me of course" u laugh at her mouth hanging open, u stand up n haechan is quick to follow u. "Stop talking to random girls u little shit" u say gripping onto his hair as u walk to your car. And of course he let's out a quiet but loud enough for u to hear moan.

#kpop #nct imagines #nct x reader #kpop smut #nct donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream smut #nct winwin #wayv #johnnys #moon taeil #nct jungwoo #taeyong #doyoung #yuta #jaehyun #mark lee

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beneathstarryskies · 18 days

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Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Grimmjow just can't let you go.

Word Count: 2,380

Warnings: toxic behavior, implied social media stalking, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), manipulation

I think it's pretty tame overall but please heed the warnings

Your reasons for breaking up with Grimmjow were valid, although you’d never get him to see that. He was possessive. He was rude to your friends. Although he was never aggressive towards you, it was tiresome to pull him away from every single man who even looked in your direction when you were out together. You loved him dearly, but the relationship had become exhausting. It was tiresome to always have to be the mature one.

Grimmjow didn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. You were his everything. The only ray of light in his world; the person that kept him grounded more than he’d ever been before.

“Good morning, doll,” he texted you every single morning. Sometimes you answered because you felt a tug of guilt in your chest, or because you secretly missed him just as badly. But then you set your phone aside and tried to go on about the day.

He didn’t have to know you still slept in his shirts or sometimes sprayed the cologne he left over on your pillow so that you could pretend he was still sleeping beside you.

A month after you’ve dumped him, you manage to go a full week without succumbing to the urge to text him back. Grimmjow was going nuts. He still texted you every morning, sometimes with sprinklings of “thinking about you, dollface” throughout the day. As he grew more desperate, he even sent you a dick pic, “don’t you miss me?” the accompanying text had said.

At the end of the week, your friends managed to talk you into going out. They had you convinced all you needed was a little rebound dick to get over your dry spell, and you’d be back in the saddle.

What they didn’t know was that Grimmjow was all over your social media accounts. The second that group selfie went up, he recognized the club you were at. It’s one of your favorites.

You were already a little drunk when your eyes fell on Grimmjow. He was sitting at the bar wearing a black button-up that was wide open, showing off his muscular chest, and a pair of ripped jeans. He looked as casual and calm as you remembered him, but with that air of confidence that seemed to attract everyone towards him. You felt a surge of jealousy when you noticed another girl sitting beside him, smiling brightly as she attempted to chat him up.

“What are you looking at?” one of your friends asks, swaying drunkenly as she leans against your shoulder.

“He’s here,” you say. “Grimmjow.”

Her eyes follow yours towards the bar, and she raises her eyebrows. You sigh as you watch the girl beside him lean closer, but you can’t sink to his level. You don’t want to be the one getting jealous and making an ass out of yourself.

You down your drink and then try to look confident as you make your way to the bar for another. Even though you’re viscerally aware of his presence just a few seats down from where you’re leaning over the bar ordering drinks, you try to appear as carefree and unaware of him as you can.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him standing up. Then his hand is on your hip, squeezing it like you’re still his. He leans in and you can feel his breath hot against your ear.

“Thought you were hiding from me, dollface. Why didn’t you come say hello?” he says. You shudder immediately, not wanting to give in but craving more of his touch. You squirm out of his grasp.

“I’m not in the habit of saying hello to exes. Especially ones that have a new girl hanging off of them” you roll your eyes.

“Ouch,” he holds his chest as he feigns hurt but then he’s slipping right back into that maddeningly confident smirk. “Don’t be jealous, dollface. I just met her, but we both know who I came here lookin’ for.”

“I-I’m not jealous!”

“Oh? Maybe I should take her home then,” he leans in closer and waves at the girl even though she’s looking pretty pissed. “She is cute, right?”

Your ass is saved by the bartender passing your drink to you. Grimmjow’s hand wraps around the glass before yours does. He steps back, holding your drink hostage.

“You never change, doll. Always the same drink,” he chuckles as he takes a sip.

“Don’t be an asshole, Grimmjow! I came to have fun with my friends,” you whine.

“Fine, fine. Let’s have fun, then,” he downs your drink in one gulp and sets the empty glass on the bar. His large hand wraps around your wrist and he drags you to the dancefloor.

“Grimmjow! I can’t!”

His arms wrap around your waist, guiding you to sway against him.

“You used to love dancing with me,” he chuckles and kisses your neck. “Used to beg me to hold you against me and dance with you like this”

He purrs against your ear as he rubs his crotch against your ass. You whine when you feel his half-hard cock against you, and for a brief moment you remember how good it used to feel when he bent you over and…

“Grimmjow, my friends,” you whine half-heartedly.

“Baby, they’re too drunk to even realize you’re missing. You need me to take care of you.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder as he guides you to sway to the music. You can’t help pressing your ass back against him, and he growls in response.

“Hey, I think you need to go home,” he whispers against your ear. “Want me to take you there, baby?”

“I’m not ready,” you pout.

“Mm, I think you are,” he insists.

He pulls away and you miss his warmth against you so quickly. You almost want to throw yourself in his arms, but instead, you let him take your hand and guide you outside to his car.

“Grimmjow, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not, baby? You still want me, I still want you.”

He knows deep down you’re still in love. He just needed to remind you. He needed you to remember how good things would be between you. It doesn’t have to end just because you have some silly notion in your head that you’re better off apart. He’ll prove it to you.

“Grimmjow, we broke up,” you whine, trying to remind yourself as much as him.

He pins you against the car and kisses you passionately. It takes you a brief moment to lean in and kiss him back. You just can’t stop yourself. Your hands tangle in his hair as your tongues rub together in a fiery fight for dominance that Grimmjow easily wins.

“Fuck,” you whisper as the two of you pull away from the kiss. You shudder softly and have to restrain yourself from kissing him again.

“I should go back inside, my friends are probably looking for me.”

“Come on, baby. You know they’re not. They saw us dancing. They know who you’re leaving with.”

You try to resist, but he’s opening the car door for you and ushering you inside. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he’s cranking the engine. As he starts down the road, one hand is on the wheel while the other squeezes and kneads your bare thighs.

“I missed this. I missed you, really fucking bad,” he confesses while keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the road. You can tell by the tight set of his jaw, barely visible by the streetlights ahead, that it wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings.

“I miss you too,” you admit.

“We don’t have to stay broken up, you know? It’s just stupid to torture ourselves this way.”

“I know.”

You felt stupid admitting it out loud. Over the past few weeks he’s been a constant presence either on your mind or on your phone vying for your attention. You tried so hard to stay strong and resilient. Now in the darkness of his car with his hand on your thigh and a couple drinks running through your system it’s all too easy to give in to his intense presence.

“Have you been with anyone else?” you ask quietly, not wanting the answer but needing to know.

“I mean…Fuck, why do you have to ask me that?”

“Tell the truth,” you plead.

He looks ashamed. The car pulls to a stop in front of your building, and there he is again staring out the windshield into the dark night.

“Yeah. Just a hookup…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought fucking someone else would bring me out of it, you know? Take me back to who I was before I met you, but it didn’t.”

“I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Am I an asshole for feeling relieved?” he chuckles bitterly, already knowing the answer.

“Sorta,” you laugh too and lean across the console to kiss his cheek.

“Gonna invite me in?”

“Will you still be there in the morning?”

“Yeah, and the next one after that if you’ll let me.”

You know you shouldn’t let him. You should tell him no. You should push his hand off your thigh and yell at him for being a jerk. Instead you nod slowly and wait for him to open the door for you.

Inside your apartment, Grimmjow leads you by the hand to your bedroom. He doesn’t wait for your half-hearted arguments before his lips are crashing against yours. He lets out a soft purr when you kiss him, and he lifts you up to lay you down on the bed without having to break the kiss. His lips drag down your chin to your neck where he nibbles and sucks marks onto your flesh so you’ll remember for days where he’s been. Greedy hands tug at your dress and knead at your flesh in a discombobulated flurry as though he can’t decide whether he wants to touch you or rip your dress to shreds.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls in the brief instant he can stand not having his mouth on you. Even as he bunches your dress up at your hips, he’s still pressing kisses everywhere he can reach, not caring if his mouth hits your skin or fabric.

“Grimmjow,” you whine.

“Mm, I love how you say my name.”

When he finally settles between your thighs, he can’t even take the time to properly remove your panties. He leans in and drags his tongue against the damp lace. Just the taste of you sends a shiver of delight down his spine. His tongue manages to find your clit and he teases it until you’re tugging on his hair, pleading for more. He hooks his thumb into the crotch of your panties and pushes them aside before leaning in to continue his assault. Feeling his breath on your pussy and the softness of his tongue flicking against your clit makes you whine with need.

He dips his fingers into your entrance to test how wet you are before getting up on his knees. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the ground before reaching down to unbuckle his pants. He pushes them down just past his ass.

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” he purrs as he takes in the sight of you laying underneath him. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re panting softly. He grabs your legs and lets them rest over his shoulders. Then, he grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. Your bottom half drags against his thighs until he has you settled just right.

“I want you so bad,” you moan.

“I want you too, baby.”

His eyes focus between your thighs. He drags his cock between your folds to tease your cunt before finally lining himself up to your entrance. You let out a wanton moan as he slides into you slowly, savoring every inch of your velvet walls surrounding his cock. You watch as his eyes roll back in his head, and his jaw goes slack as he bottoms out into you.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he pants.

He’s almost forgotten how much he loves fucking you. You’re so needy and clingy for him. Even in this positon with your legs on his shoulders, you reach out to grab his hand. You make everything feel so close and intimate in ways he’d never experienced with anyone else. So often Grimmjow has fucked without feeling but from the very first time you were together he felt loved and seen. It was a feeling he craved during your time apart and a feeling he won’t let go of easily.

“I love you,” you swallow hard.

“I love you too,” he grunts as he thrusts.

He caresses your tits and stomach slowly because he just can’t stand not touching you as much as possible. He moans as he picks up his pace, pounding away as you moan with pleasure underneath him.

“Fuck,” you moan softly.

His thumb traces down your stomach before pressing against your clit. Then, he begins rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves just as he knows you like it, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. With just a few more thrusts, your walls are tightening around his cock. You arch your back as waves of pure, white-hot bliss roll over you.

When your vision clears, you realize he’s let your legs fall to his sides. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he lowers his body over yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His pace quickens as he chases his high, then at the last possible moment, he considers pulling out. As you cling to him, he decides against it. He groans and purrs against your ear as he fills you to the brim with his seed, marking you as his once more.

His purring fills the room as he nuzzles against your neck. You rub his back in easy circles. Your eyes flutter closed and you let out a small sigh. Deep down you know there’s no getting rid of him now, and you’re not sure if you want to.

#🌟written in the stars #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #grimmjow bleach x reader #grimmjow jaggerjack #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow bleach #i'm not sure this turned out as good as i wanted but i hope it's enjoyable anyway

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astraaa3 · 2 months

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A Vaggie or Carmilla x fem reader smut? If that’s okay!

A/N: Y'all I'm so sorry for the late responses. I had exams. T>T Anywayyys, I'll try grinding out all of the requests asaap. Thank you so much for the request hyenalover2630. <3 Also, an unrelated sidenote my roommate (I live in the college dorms) is not so silently judging me for being a degenerate. But she's one as well, and besides the anime simping she simps for K-pop girls groups as well. (the two of us are the K-pop and metalhead roommates trope and it's hilarious). Anywayys, back to the degenerate shit everyone is here to read, hope you enjoy it.

Note: Still looking for someone to proofread the mess I write because I ain't letting my roommate read it. (she already peeps on my laptop I do not need further mortification). Feedback is greatly appreciated and welcomed.

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Carmilla x Fem!Reader (Smut shot)

Carmilla seems like a usually gentle lover, like, she'll make sure both of you end up satisfied by the end of your love-making.

That said, "usually" doesn't mean always. When she comes back home irritated she will make full use of having a lover to calm down (of course, with your enthusiastic consent; we love a respectful queen)

Depending on the nuances of annoyed versus mad, she will get you to do different things for her.

If she is mad, well, she doesn't want to risk hurting you, she is a powerful overlord after all, and as much as she respects you, she knows you are still weaker than her. So, when she is truly mad, she will ask you to bring her a drink and as she calms down sipping from her glass, she'd have you sit on your knees beside her chair, her free hand stroking your head. Once she's calmed down, she will absolutely cuddle in bed with you, as she tells you all about what happened that day.

If she is annoyed, more specifically, if you are the one to annoy her, well, she has multiple ways of shutting you up. Most of the time you'd end up with your head buried between her thighs, a toy shoved up your pussy as you struggle to concentrate on eating her out. (to be furthered on ;] )

Carmilla is the QUEEN of aftercare. No matter how little time she has until she has to get started on paperwork, you can bet your sweet little ass that she will pamper you. And in turn, you'll give her a back massage. (with how much she stands bent over paperwork her back hurts a lot, so when your hands rub the knots away, she can't help but let her more vulnerable side out, letting out small moans and grunts of relief as your hands to their magic)

The two of you mostly have sex in your shared soundproofed bedroom. Carmilla loves her daughters a lot, so she doesn't want to risk them hearing the two of you going at it. On a few occasions, the two of you would make out or at most do some over-the-clothes grinding in her office. Anywhere else is a nope, she has a reputation to uphold and it's already mortifying enough that Zestial caught the two of you making out in her office once. (that is a story for another time; let's just say it ended up with you flushing furiously and running out of Carmilla's office with a squeaked-out apology)

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The Smut-shot

You were laying on the couch grinning like a fool while spamming the hell out of Carmilla's phone with random texts, memes, pics, voice messages, calls, and gifs. Your lover (or as you have her on your phone: wifey) has been busy with work these last few days. The extermination counter shortening, the secret to killing angels, and her business were taking up a lot of her time as she was planning for the worst-case scenario. You understood why she was so stressed. After all, you loved her and you loved her daughters like they were your own children. You were scared for their safety as well. That said, right now you were more worried about Carmilla. She spent the last few nights in her office, planning out every possible and impossible situation. So, you decided to do what you do best: get her attention. And like the annoying idiot you could be, you decided to spam her until she had to come home.

Your wishes become a reality pretty quickly as Carmilla storms inside the room.

"Our room. Now." she says her eyebrows furrowed as she stomps towards your bedroom, her heels clacking as she walks.

You follow after her, giggling. As you close the door to your bedroom behind you she presses you against the wall, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss before you can get any excuses out of your mouth. Her hand slips under your pajama pants and panties, her fingers quickly finding your entrance as she wastes no time before burying one of her fingers inside of your cunt. The finger curls up pressing up against a sweet spot that makes you whine into the kiss, your hips wiggling as you try to get more of that feeling. Her other hand, however, pins your hips in place. Her finger still making back-and-forth motions inside of you Carmilla breaks the kiss looking at you with an annoyed look.

"I will not hear any words that are not a safeword out of you today. Alright? No whines, no pleads, no nothing. You will lay on the bed like a good girl, you will eat me out and if I feel like you deserve it, maybe I will let you cum. Am I understood, love?" she says pulling her hand out of your pants.

You nod with a pout as you go to lie down on the bed shrugging off your pants and blouse. Carmilla heads to one of your toy drawers pulling out a bullet vibrator. You glare at the toy like it personally offended you since it was one of the toys that had a broader range of vibrations. Aka, more ways for your lover to make you regret spamming the shit out of her phone.

You muffle a whine a she sticks up the lubed-out vibrator into your pussy, mock-glaring at her as she quickly retracts her hand from your folds. The moment she lays down on the bed you lay your head onto one of her thighs trying to give her your best kicked-puppy look. Laughing she strokes your hair motioning you forward towards her folds as she starts up the vibrator.

"You know there is no chance of me falling for that sweetheart. Now, get to it before I decide that you being a crying mess is my new favorite look on you," she says her hand brushing off a stray strand from your forehead.

You kiss your way up her thighs, giving them small butterfly kisses and soft bites, making your way to her pussy, pressing a few soft kisses to her clit before pressing your tongue between her folds your tongue expertly running up and around her hole before moving your way back up to her clit lavishing it with attention. Apparently, you still being able to have some technique to your eating out was not a good thing since Carmilla suddenly turned up the vibrator to the max. You cry out, your voice muffled between her thighs. You struggle to keep your composure licking and sucking desperately at her folds your head becoming a fuzzy mess as Carmilla keeps altering the settings of the vibrator. You lap at her messily, your teary eyes looking up at her, small whining noises leaving your mouth. She smiles at you, her face flushed from pleasure, her hand grabs the back of your head pushing your head up toward her clit, and like a starving person you latch onto it licking and sucking desperately. Her thighs squeeze around your hand as she cums, turning off the vibrator before you can do the same. Carmilla pants smirking as she sees your teary-eyed face. She pulls you up pushing your head between her breasts. Pulling out the vibrator she replaces it with her fingers massaging your clit before two of them find their way inside of you. She tilts up your head kissing you as her fingers quickly bring you to your own orgasm. Panting you lay your head on her chest as she cuddles you.

"I know I have been busy with work darling, but you can always say you want to spend time together instead of blowing up my phone." Carmilla mutters out sleepily her days of constant work finally catching up to her.

You nod pressing a quick peck to her lips as you hug her, her warm body lulling you to sleep.

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 10 months

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Ellie Williams with a short plus size fem s/o

+ other dating hcs, can or can't be related to being plus size (up to you)

+ Loser!Ellie makes an appearance if you squint hard enough

A headcanon was inspired by this picture on Pinterest

Hi lovelies! Lia here, I was inspired by this picture and I thought you guys would really love the much needed fluff. I know I do from all the angst fics I've been reading ( No hate to Dina but wanted to crop her out of the photo but it lowered the quality and I just can't stand blurry pictures, so I guess I could live with it 😒). I'll add more to these in the future because at the moment it's a bit short but I wanted to get something out there. Hope you enjoy! :3

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Ellie Williams dating inspired playlist made by me

Disclaimers/warnings: English is not my first language, I'm still not sure if the character is OOC, teeth rotting fluff???

First time you ever encountered Ellie was through a cafe nearby. She was whipped to say the least, she was ordering on the counter and your name got called. You walked up to get your drink and she happened to look at you.

Ellie admired the way your clothes just hugged the curves of your body, if you weren't in a public setting, she would've probably drooled.

Ellie comes off a player at times, her and Abby Anderson are sought out by fangirls even.

Definitely plays basketball, you wearing her jersey? She's gonna show it off and be all cocky. "See that girl there? Yeah that's my girl"

We all know at this point that Ellie loves to draw. At some point her sketchbook is just filled with either every angle of you or your name in calligraphy.

Ellie also likes it when you trace shapes or words on any part of her body whether that'd be her hand or her back. You've traced "I love you" once on her hand and she pretended like she didn't notice.

I like thinking that she'd definitely let you draw on her hand if that's a habit of yours

Ink and whiteout stains on both your hands and hers, sometimes from using a pen and sometimes from drawing on each other's bodies.

You like reading books? Doesn't matter to her which genre, she still looks so smitten while you rant about them, let's be real here you do the same when it's her talking about dinosaurs and space.

Sometimes let's you do her makeup, thinks it's adorable when you look so focused and with so much concentration. She's all flustered when your face is so near to hers that she can practically kiss you if you leaned in any closer.

Ellie sometimes gets into fights with people so naturally you're there to patch her up. She likes to use her hands as a makeshift ponytail when you try to blow your hair out of your face. It's the least she can do.

Ellie has a lot of scars, she's a bit insecure about them since she absolutely hates how the look. To say you disagree is an understatement, those scars are hot and it's what sets her apart. You like kissing them? Watch her melt at the gentle and loving feeling. (Poor baby just wants to be loved 🥺)

Ellie keeps a hair tie on her wrist at all times, not for her but for you since she always has her hair in a half up, half down kinda style. (Kinda what she has on the pic above)

Ellie loves spoiling you, it can range from buying you gifts, servicing you or simply burying you in her kisses.

She used to feel jealous about your best friend till you explained that the both of you are like siblings in terms of dynamic.

Joel honestly wanted to meet you, his daughter told his stories of your times together and Joel couldn't be happier. He sees and feels that Ellie is so happy with you, that's all he wants, his daughter to get the love she deserves.

Ellie definitely wears his clothes, they practically share the same wardrobe. Which leads to her dressing more masculine like white tank tops, flannels, white button ups and tie on a formal occasion, cargo pants and the occasional hoodie. Ellie in a suit, Ellie in a suit, Ellie in a suit. (I would sell my soul to see that)

Ellie is a boxer wearing lesbian and I stand by that.

Speaking of hoodies, she buys herself those that are significantly a bigger size so you can steal it from her. Loves seeing you in her jacket even though you sometimes claim that it cramps your style.

You like fashion? Ellie loves zipping you up and helping you choose a dress. People staring? She'll put her arm around you to make sure everyone knows that you are hers. Has occasionally put creepy people in their place.

She's the "wear anything you want, I can fight" type of girl.

Loves doing tasks for you, opening doors, carrying heavy things and other manual labor tasks because her princess shouldn't have to lift a finger.

Hand on your though when she drives, a bit of a reckless driver though. Let's you control the music to anything you want.

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inlovewithpandora · 9 months

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Pairing: Earth!42 Miles x fem!reader

Request: [ @yagirlheree ] Hii love! I'm here for a astv request (and can't wait to see how the tsutey req will turn out!!) What about Miles 42 × Fem! Reader and they're like best friends, but Miles has feelings for her but never shows them cause they do stuff that friends do. One day they're sitting at the park and reader is amused by the nature and she takes pictures of the parts that she finds beautiful. And Miles hits her with his corny ass pickup line(which i love) and it's something like: "You taking pics of pretty stuff? Can I take a picture of you then?" And she hands him the phone/camera (whatever you'd like it to be) and then realises he just called her pretty. So she's like 'did you just call me pretty?' And he smirks and takes the picture of her all flustered and then the confession part, just do it however you'd like, and they start to dateee <3 extremely fluffy since miles has such a soft spot for reader when theyre all alone. Plus i hope this is detailed <3 love uuu

Synopsis: Watching you explore the wonders of nature made Miles decide to make a pass at you, hoping it goes the way he plans.

Content: Aged!up Miles, reader being a nature lover, implied mutual pining, fluff, Miles being a softie and extra fluffy, love confession, first kiss, best friends to lovers trope, new relationship, no use of y/n, use of pet name(s)

Author’s Note: Nadia ty for requesting! This was detailed enough and I loved writing it! Love you babes, I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations❤️!

Word Count: 735

Glossary: princesa - princess

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As Miles sat on the park bench, you walked around taking pictures of anything that engrossed your attention. “Look, Miles, they have my favorite plant!” A squeal of excitement passed through your lips as you took out your Polaroid camera and took a picture of the flowers in front of you. You were so excited to see all the different flowers and plants that were scattered around the park, while Miles was just scrolling on his phone, every so often looking up at you, sporting that childlike smile on your face.

Miles always loved that about you, how you would get excited over the smallest things and how you would go into a frenzy if you discovered a new flower that you found beautiful. As you wandered through the park, Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He’s always thought you were beautiful, but he never said anything because he felt like the relationship between you was “too platonic” for you to feel the same about him.

Every time he felt like he should confess his feelings, he let his brain override his heart, but today he decided to say something subtle, just to test the waters. “Since you’re takin’ pictures of pretty stuff can I take a picture of you next?” You turn around and see him stand behind you, no longer sitting on the bench.

You hand him the camera, not fully processing his words until he was about to snap the picture. “Wait, Did you just call me pretty?” You’ve never heard him say anything affectionate toward you before, so it took you by surprise when you finally understood what he said.

A smirk grew on Miles' face upon hearing your surprised expression. Instead of replying to your question, he continued the act of taking the picture. “Say cheese, princesa.”

As you posed for the picture, your face began to heat up and a flustered smile spread across your cheeks. Once the picture developed, Miles looked at in awe, your beauty was unmatched in his eyes.

When he handed you the picture, he finally decided to answer your question. “Yes I called you pretty because that’s what you truly are. I’ve always thought you were to be honest. I’ve developed feelings for you since we became friends but I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Miles began to rant, sounding and looking vulnerable, which made your heart melt given he’s not the type of person who wears their heart on their sleeve. “Basically what I’m saying is…” he gets a little closer and cups your cheek while taking a deep breath, “I want us to be more than friends.”

“Miles, I never realized your feelings ran deeper than friendship.” You always had a place in your heart reserved for Miles, but you never thought you would be able to let him in because you assumed he didn’t like you back, but now, that thought has dissolved.

“So what do you say? Do you wanna give us a chance?” His eyes scanned your facial expressions as he spoke, hoping that you would give him the answer he was hoping for.

“Yes, I wanna give us a try. I love the idea of ‘us’!” You flashed him a bright loving smile, feeling a joyous sensation rise inside you knowing that you had Miles as a best friend and a lover.

As you and Miles look at each other with eyes filled with love and warmth, both of you unknowingly begin to lean into each other and both of your lips synchronized and explored the other. His lips were soft and the kiss was fiery. Being in his warm embrace and his hands resting on your hips made you want to melt into a puddle.

Once the two of you pulled apart, you couldn’t help but grin at him as your cheeks burned from giddiness. Miles thought it was adorable the way you lit up after the kiss. “We should take a picture, to commemorate this moment.” Miles nodded in agreement and raised the camera in front of you, and right before he hit the shutter button, he pressed his lips against your cheek, making you giggle.

When the picture developed, you grabbed it and showed it to Miles. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful, just like you, princesa.”

I hope you enjoyed❤️!

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bbrissonn · 3 months

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𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝟖)

╰┈➤ it's ducks vs devils day, and thing get quite chaotic in alanna's comments section

╰┈➤ pairing: trevor zegras x ex!singer!girlfriend

╰┈➤ social media

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alannaoregon who do i root for? three men who won't be playing and don't know how to shower, or two lovely cutie patootie brothers who housed me for the summer???

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_quinnhughes vancouver duhhh

alannaoregon @/_quinnhughes i lowkey forgot about you... teehee _quinnhughes @/alannaoregon i was apart of the lovely cutie patootie brothers who housed you for the summer alannaoregon @/_quinnhughes IK IK BUT VAN IS IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE LIKE WTH

jackhughes i think your caption answered your question lanny

alannaoregon @/jackhughes ur so right jackie bear, you and lukie pookie better win or i'll look stupid jackhughes @/alannaoregon don't call us that

masonmctavish23 I KNOW HOW TO SHOWER???

alannaoregon @/masonmctavish23 THEN WHY DO YOU ALWAYS STINK WHEN YOU COME OVER??? masonmctavish23 @/alannaoregon IT'S MY COLOGNE alannaoregon @/masonmctavish23 WELL IT'S HORRIBLE, THROW IT AWAY

user917 the way we all know she's rooting for the ducks, and not because of three men that can't shower...

user681 lanny, girly, we all know you're wearing orange

trevorzegras im a great cheerleader

alannaoregon @/trevorzegras ur better in the stands than on the ice so far this year grass man trevorzegras @/alannaoregon ... user018 @/alannaoregon LANNY OMG 😭😭

_alexturcotte im team brothers !!

colecaufield @/_alexturcotte and im team men who won't be playing and don't know how to shower !! alannaoregon @/colecaufield cactus man vs tiny man battle time... I LOVE IT

user5210 not cole and turcs also picking-- i can't with them

jamie.drysdale who's the better cheerleader, me or z?

alannaoregon @/jamie.drysdale you look cuter in the costumes i got user821 @/alannaoregon GIRL WHERE ARE THE PICS??? trevorzegras @/alannaoregon YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE alannaoregon @/trevorzegras oops?

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becky.rivera you look amazing in red though

alannaoregon @/becky.rivera becca this isn't what colour suits me better

trevorzegras nice jersey

alannaoregon @/trevorzegras thanks found it in my closet trevorzegras @/alannaoregon wonder how it got there?? alannaoregon @/trevorzegras good question, whoever this belongs to probably doesn't know how to showered, it stinks trevorzegras @/alannaoregon I SHOWER OKAY!!! user2872 @/trevorzegras CAN YALL JUST SAY YOU'RE TOGETHER LIKE WE ALL KNOW

user349 @/user2872 exactly, we know they're together. no need to force them if they don't want to publicly say it.

lhughes_06 traitor

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 sorry pookie, but your teams sucks af right now

user910 GIRL WE KNOW YOU KNOW THAT WE KNOW JUST SAY IT

user821 why are we just ignoring the fact that she's getting back with her ex who cheated on her with her friend?? the guy she wrote a whole breakup album about???

user217 @/user821 we don't know the whole story, we can't go around judging. plus, if he makes her happy than that's all that really matters. she also made her first album about him, and you can tell how in love and happy she was when she made it. clearly she had a rough couple of months, let the girl be happy

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taglist <3 @lxnceclercs @alialogy

#bri writes #tired of u au #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #luke hughes #jack hughes #mason mctavish #cole caufield #alex turcotte #anaheim ducks

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lizzieislife94x · 5 months

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Collage Roommate (w.m)

Wanda maximoff x fem reader

GirlxGirl

Set before wanda was an avenger (ignore the pic just roll with it haha

Y/Ns POV:

"Please Wanda pretty please" I beg my roommate to watch a movie "y/n no you'll just fall asleep in the first 10 minutes then ill be left trapped under your sleeping body not able to move because you always end up laying across me so no" she tries to say as she tries not to smile"ok ok if I fall asleep you have permission to pour water over me just keep a bottle beside you"

Wandas POV:

"OK OK if I fall asleep you have permission to pour water over me just keep a bottle beside you" y/n says and I giggle a little, truth is I love when she cuddles into me I've had a crazy crush on my roommate for over a year I'm just messing with her because she's adorable when she begs me to watch movies with her "ok fine you win ill watch" the smile on her face is priceless we get snacks and set up the movie as y/n moves into position laying on my lap i get comfortable and start watching I don't even know what she picked I'm just watching anyway and just as I thought not even 25 mins in and she's out like a light I gently play with her hair and look at her beautiful face before turning my attention back to the screen about an hour in and y/n moves nothing knew there but this time she turned her body and her face is in my crotch and I'm frozen I can't move fuck oh god maybe I should pour wat...fuck she's snuggling closer keep cool Wanda keep cool I try to compose myself but can't seem to I can feel the arousal pooling in my underwear and to make it worse I can feel her breath hitting my core fuck "y/n wake up Y/N" I shake her waking her up "what Wanda I was enjoying my dream" i huff and look down at her "y/n your face is in my crotch " I giggle a little trying to cover my flustered state and she instantly freezes "oh I um I'm sorry I didn't um mean to" I giggle at her panic state "it's OK you could have bought me dinner first though" I send her a wink and I see the blush cover her cheeks, should I make a move I'm so confused.

Y/ns POV:

I feel the heat in my cheeks my face was right in her lady garden I'm so embarrassed sure I've dreamt of it but under different circumstances I unconsciously bite my lip at the thought alone fuck the thoughts I've had about her the amount of times I've ca.. "I didn't mind" I hear her almost whisper with a shy tone to her voice wait what did she say "really?" I ask looking at her rubbing the back of my neck before she thinks of an answer I feel her crash her lips to mine gently pushing her tounge into my mouth fuck her lips are so soft I smirk a little and deepen the kiss holding the back of her neck as her hand rests on my chest I slowly pull and bite my lip "you have no idea how much I want you" she husks out with pure lust and desire in her voice fuck that was sexy "my bed or yours" I breath out to turned on to speak more "mine then yours" I bite my lip and nod quickly standing up grabbing her hand pulling her to her bed and pushing her down with the wave of confidence that rushes through me "strip Maximoff" I say seductively and she complies right away Holy shit this is actually happening Wanda is stripping naked Infront of me and fuck me she's one goddess I climb over her and attach my lips to her neck sucking and biting every spot I find I smirk when I hear her moan letting me know I found her sweet spot that I of course Mark "such beautiful sounds Babygirl " I whisper in her ear before working my way down to her amazing tits biting my lip at how hard her nipples are i latch my lips around her hardened nipple and suck closing my eyes enjoying the moment and the sounds of her desperate moans "fuck just like that' she whispers and I move to the other nipple giving it the same attention while I suck her nipple like a lolly pop I slide my hand down to her core teasing her bundle of nerves she's fucking soaking oh god I let her nipple go with a pop and look into her eyes "fuck Wanda your pussy is so wet" I moan working my fingers down to her waiting entrance and slide them in with ease "well can you fuckkkk oh god, can you uhh blame me you had your face in my crotch for over 5 minutes I uhhh fuck yesss could feel your breath hitting my pussy with every breath you took" she struggles trying to explain why she's dripping I smirk and thrust my fingers deeper and faster curling them at just the right spot to hit her gspot "fuckkkk y/n I'm gonna fucking explode shitttt" I take her nipple in my mouth as she grips my hair and i pump my fingers faster I feel her clench around my fingers as she cums with a scream I look into her eyes with lust "fuck wanda I need to hear those sounds everyday of the week" I confess as she bites her lip and starts to undress me once I'm naked she slips her knee between my thighs and presses it to my core and leans down to my ear as I try and gain some friction from her knee "then we can do it everyday, I've wanted this for over a year now look at you, needy and grinding against my leg like a good little girl" I moan and nod taking her nipples between my fingers "I'm your good girl" I blush as soon as the words leave my mouth and she smirks replacing her knee with her hand cupping my soaked pussy teasing my entrance "fuck I like the sound of that y/n my good girl" I moan as I feel her fingers stretch out my entrance as she fingers me at a brutal pace but fuck it feels amazing she sucks my nipple moaning against it as her fingers rub my gspot and I scream "fuckkkkk wanda god don't fucking stop so good" I moan like something out of a porno she must feel my orgasm approach and let's my nipple go and slides down my body pulling her fingers out replacing them with her tounge and boy does it feel fucking amazing she continues to tounge fuck me till I can't hold back any longer and release all over her face "fuck", I moan as she climbs up my body and kisses me making me taste myself I bite her lip and pull her close to me to cuddle "I could get used to this but give me 10 minutes then we can move to my bed" I say with a giggle and she giggles rubbing little circles around my nipple.

AN: just another update incase people actually enjoy these :) word Count Is over 1.2k enjoy

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babybluebex · 1 month

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moment in the vanity fair video i can’t let go of:

Bella: “you look stunning, girl!”

Dom, completely earnestly: “me? Thanks, so do you :)”

i have SO MANY NOTES about this video

first of all, how he answers the door with a drink in hand, can't even be bothered to put down his (presumably) water to do an intro (and his commitment to always looking like he just rolled out of bed needs to be studied)

and the blank expression behind his eyes when he says "cummberbum", he's got nothing inside his pretty head :) and quote "those are good pictures" re: the tuxedo tshirt, NO THEYRE NOT

and the CASE of miller high life is so funny, like it's perfect, and i wanna know what the card that was attached to the box said (bc the envelope clearly had been opened in quite a hasty and messy fashion, which seems to be dom's way)

and the quick clip they play from the movie where it's OBVIOUS dom's real voice is lower than in the movie, and it harkens me back to an interview i read where he said he intentionally affected his voice higher than his regular speaking voice because he didn't think angus's voice would be as deep as his 😭 and his odd little gasping laugh is AGH he's so cute

and the standing but 90 degree angle bend at the waist to play his switch and the double hand wave to greet the girl bringing his tux in

and the SIBLINGS!!!! their energy is so cute, the way he touches her head and she just :] at him (also HER sunnies, is this a sessa family obsession with sunnies, what's happening here)

the awkward maneuvering of the furniture to get the food cart into the room, and then talks about fruit WITH FRUIT ALREADY IN HIS MOUTH

popping his lips to get the product settled in is so cute

AND SAYING HE KEEPS UP WITH PAUL!!! uncle paul fr 🥲

it's also around here that i noticed his lisp for the first time, it's very subtle, but it sure is there, and it's cute

AND AGAIN WITH THE CUTE SIB ENERGY!! genuine love and compliments with a hint of goofy (also let me be real, dom's a hottie and i Desire him, but also.... hey bella sessa what's good <3 looking really pretty there girl <33 call me sometime)

his ass said "Now I Will Get Dressed. Goodbye." spoken exactly like that, and bella holding her hand up to laugh (and he says Woila and not Voila and it's a small detail and yes i'm nitpicky) i also have questions about the bathroom situation in that hotel room??? is the bathtub like?? in its own lil closet?? bc he opens the doors to what i THOUGHT was a full bathroom, but the camera pans down to show the bathtub RIGHT UP AGAINST the doors so??? i'm confused here

his goofy lil spin and the disorientation when he finds the camera again, and my FAV PART OF THE WHOLE VIDEO, his tiny lil "cummbie: secured" HES SO CUTE (what is the purpose of a cummerbund btw, i'm being so fr, like his jacket was buttoned up so far that you couldn't even SEE the cummbie, so what was the reason)

his loud ass accented "BRILLIANT", and the spin and nod and mumbled "amazing" and i'm suddenly humbly reminded he's just an odd ass 21 year old guy and then he TURNS ON THE MODEL MODE for the pics, but i also need to know what bella's reaction to model dom is, she HAD to have been in that room laughing at her baby brother trying to be Hot

AND HIS SUNNIES MAKE AN APPEARANCE AND EVERYONE CHEERED!!!

in the last shot, bella has a tattoo on her wrist, and knowing about dom's tattoo and now BELLA'S tat.... i need to know these people, i wanna be their friends so bad

and that's my play by play of the vanity fair vid :) nobody asked but ye shall receive

#bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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The green-eyed, Green-Eyed Monster

(I was sent this beautiful pic which was found on Pinterest, and we can't find the owner, if anyone knows, please let me know so I can credit them.)

Summary: Y/N decides to get back at Jensen for walking away from her, by reminding him just what he's missing out on.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Lots of smut. Unprotected P in V sex, sex in a mostly public place, sex in a slightly skeevy room, oral (m and f receiving) throat fucking, rough sex, spanking (just a bit) slight overstimulation, possessive!jensen, jealous!jensen, poor decision-making skills that would result in a much different outcome in real life - but hey fics are NOT real life, so bring on the fantasy! 😜 Oh, and some fluff to finish.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 2,813

A/N: So, the other day, I wrote this little tongue-in-cheek post, and got some absolutely fabulous reblogs and comments, which encouraged me to combine some teeth-rotting fluff with my reader being fucked into oblivion. I said I would try it.

Then earlier today, the beautiful @myloversgone sent me the INCREDIBLE pic above and this story pretty much materialized in my brain instantly. It turned out to be a bit more smut based than fluff based, but there's definitely fluff at the end. Hope you all enjoy it! 😊

A/N 2: As always, this is a different version of Jensen from within the Multiverse who is single. Absolute and complete fiction, of course.

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You watch Jensen across the club floor, and feel a thrill of vindication when you see him throw back his third shot of tequila in barely ten minutes. He’s obviously pissed, but it’s no less than he deserves for walking away from you and breaking your heart.

His eyes find you again on the dance floor, and you grind your ass back against the stranger dancing up against you. You have no idea who the guy is, and you have no interest in learning. All you know is that he’s the guy making Jensen’s eyes shoot jealousy-filled daggers your way, so you turn to face him and throw your arms around his neck.

The guy seems happy to dance close and not ask questions, so you look to where Jensen is standing on the VIP dais, behind the velvet rope and, keeping direct eye contact with him, you nibble gently on the guy’s earlobe. Jensen’s eyes flash and narrow, and you’re reminded of just how much he used to love it when you did that to him.

He downs tequila number four, tossing the shot glass down before storming away from the group around him. He disappears towards the back of the club and without thinking about anything, not the cute guy you're dancing with, or the consequences for your heart if you follow him, you run off the dance floor to find him.

The thumping house music is slightly muted as you move through a black velvet curtain into a long, red, wallpapered hallway. The club is infamous for this back hallway and the rooms that lead off of it; the regular club patrons have dubbed it the path of sin because there are constantly devilish things happening back there. As you pass by the first door, you can hear the distinct cracking sound of leather against skin followed by cries of pain and pleasure mingling together. You watch the woman in the next room through the wide open door as she snorts a line of white powder up her nose.

There’s no shame on the path of sin.

As you near the end of the hallway you’re beginning to think that maybe Jensen just left the club altogether. But then he casually steps out of the last room on your left - looking like walking sex, clothed entirely in black, and wearing an expression that makes your stomach clench in anticipation, desire, and just a hint of fear. Jensen’s anger can be intimidating, even if you know he’d never actually hurt you.

But nevertheless, you’d been working very hard to piss him off, and it looks like you succeeded.

He steps close to you and you back away; he continues to walk you backwards till you hit the wall opposite the room he just exited. You raise your chin defiantly and Jensen wraps his big hand around your throat, holding you in place.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out there?” He asks in a low growl. “Who is that fucking guy?”

You shrug your shoulders and attempt a dispassionate expression, but you know Jensen can read the pulsating desire in your body and you’re so wet and needy for him that he can probably smell your arousal.

Still, your voice is impressively cool as you raise an eyebrow at his audacity. “I don’t think it’s any of your business who I dance with anymore, jackass. Since, you know, you took your name off my dance card.”

Jensen’s bright green eyes are dark with anger and lust, both of which make you want to start squirming, but you’re trying to hold on to a thread of dignity. Then he steps closer to you, pushing his leg between yours and it’s everything you can do not to grind down against the meaty thigh he’s purposely rubbing against your drenched pussy.

His voice is low and wicked as his delectable mouth is hovering just above yours. “I didn’t like seeing you with him.”

“Then I guess you shouldn’t have thrown me away, huh?” You say accusingly as you try to push his hand away from your throat.

But Jensen just grabs your wrist to pin your hand above your head and tightens his grip on your throat slightly as he rocks his lower body against you, making you finally let out an involuntary groan as you feel the hard ridge of his cock through his custom-tailored, black cotton pants.

A flash of victory sparks in his juniper eyes and he bucks against you again; you bite down on your lip to stifle another heated moan. But Jensen’s voice is full of persuasion and delicious promise and you know you’re lost. “You don’t want that loser you were dancing with, do you, baby girl? You still want me. Don’t you?”

You try to shake your head no, but he’s not buying it. You both know what you wanted when you followed him down the hallway.

Sin. You’re only here for sin.

He pushes your free hand against his cock, closing your fingers around the rock hard bulge there. “I still want you too,Y/N. Fuck, I want you so badly.” He says in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. “I want to remind you what it feels like to be fucked stupid, to be ridden so hard and so good that every other guy is just a pathetic memory.”

His hand leaves your throat so he can yank down your sequined tank top, groaning at the fact that you’re wearing nothing underneath. His mouth is on you in an instant, pulling your tit into his mouth and sucking hard, making it impossible for you to stifle the cry of pleasure that tumbles from your lips.

He moves to your other breast and flicks his tongue across your nipple, making it pucker into a tight bud that he then sinks his teeth into, giving it a sharp tug.

“Jensen!” You cry out, and against your will, the fingers of your free hand push into his long, soft, honey brown locks, holding him in place as he continues to flick his tongue back and forth against your extremely sensitive skin.

He stands up straight and pulls your other wrist up to be trapped against the wall above your head. He holds them easily in one hand, using his other hand to slowly trace his forefinger over your lips.

“I missed this sweet fucking mouth, and all the filthy things you can do with it.” He clamps his hand around your jaw, forcing your mouth open so he can lick up into it “I wanna fuck down your throat till your gagging, and too full of my cock to ever think of anyone else.”

Your eyes roll back in your head and saliva dribbles out of the corner of your open mouth at the memory of his thick, smooth, delicious cock sliding across your tongue and down your throat, and the memory makes you whimper. Taking that as an invitation, Jensen pushes you down to your knees with one hand while the other keeps your hands tightly bound above your head.

He unbuckles his belt one-handed, before popping open the button on his pants and pulling down his zipper with easy dexterity. There’s a fleeting moment where you remember that for all intents and purposes, you’re on full display, in public, and you think of suggesting that you retreat to one of the rooms. But then he pulls his dick out and taps it against your lips and it’s immediately all you can think about.

“Open up, baby.” Jensen coos at you and you don’t hesitate to obey, sticking your tongue out in anticipation. He eases into your mouth slowly, giving you ample time to prepare for him, but your throat still bulges and you still gag around his giant cock as it pushes down your esophagus. Jensen fucks into your mouth unhurriedly and deliberately, sometimes sliding down your throat, and sometimes just hitting the back of it, causing a satisfying gluck, gluck sound as you choke around him.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, and you know your mascara must be running black over your skin. He reaches out his thumb to smear the make-up further across your cheekbone.

“So fucking pretty, stuffed full of my cock. This throat is mine, this mouth is mine. Isn’t it, baby?” He asks roughly as he presses himself as far down your throat as he can. You refuse to nod, or give him the satisfaction of giving in easily. You don’t want him to think he’s won yet.

He pulls out completely and leaves you coughing, and gasping, precum and spit dripping out of your mouth. He pulls you up by the vice grip he still has on your wrists and crushes you against the wall, his big hand squeezing your breast hard. You bite down on your lip again, stifling another cry of pleasure.

“Answer me, Y/N. This mouth is mine, these tits are mine, your throat, your cunt, every inch of this body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“You left, remember? I thought you weren’t interested in them anymore.” You rasp, the words coming up harshly from your abused throat.

Jensen stares into you, his forest green eyes intense and piercing. “Oh, I’m interested.” His voice is thick with need and possessiveness, but there’s a hint of regret there too. “I want all of you, every atom of you to be mine. I didn’t realize how desperately I fucked up until I saw you out there tonight pressed up against that piece of shit douchebag.”

He pushes his hand up your short skirt and rubs his thick fingers over your soaked panties. “I’m never gonna let you go again. No one else’s hands are gonna touch what’s mine.”

Panting harshly into your mouth, Jensen pushes your panties aside and slips two fingers through your slick. “Now answer me, Y/N. Tell me you’re mine.”

Your body clenches tightly around his invading fingers and you buck your hips forward as he presses easily against your g-spot again and again, tapping out a rhythm of delirious pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Is all you can manage, but Jensen seems to accept it as confirmation and he pulls his hand out of your body so he can yank you into the room across from you. He closes and locks the door and pushes you forward onto the single bed in the corner of the room.

“Hands and knees.” He orders and you comply immediately.

He steps up behind you and you expect to feel his cock push into you, but instead you feel him sink to his knees on the floor behind you and you’re suddenly speared on his hard, thick tongue. His tongue fucks you into your first orgasm, but it doesn’t end there. His mouth is heaven and hell against your throbbing cunt, his beautiful plump lips suck your clit into his mouth and he nibbles and licks at the overly sensitive nub, until you’re screaming out your second and third orgasm in quick succession.

His fingers push into you, and he scissors you open wide, so his long, velvety tongue can reach deep into your pussy, making you push back against his face and let out inhuman noises of pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. Your fourth orgasm hits you like a tidal wave and you flop forward on the bed. No longer able to hold your torso up, you bury your face into your folded arms as Jensen stands up straight behind you.

He rubs his hands soothingly down your back. “That was for me to say I’m sorry for being a jackass and hurting you.” You nod disjointedly in acceptance of his apology.

Then you jolt upright as a stinging slap connects with your right ass cheek. You let out a screech of pain and indignation as he does the same to the left. He delivers two more sharp spanks to each cheek, reddening your ass, and warming it significantly.

You scowl at him over your shoulder and he points his finger at you. “Uh uh.” He reprimands you, eyebrow raised. “That is for your little jealousy stunt that you pulled tonight. I know you only did it to piss me off. Well, this is what happens when you piss me off and make me jealous.”

His hard palms deliver one more simultaneous smack to each cheek, making you bite your lip from the sting even as your core clenches and slick drips down your thighs. He rubs his calloused palms over your skin, easing the fiery tingle he caused, and sweeps his hands down the backs of your thighs, dragging his blunt fingernails back up them and over your ass, making your whole body quiver.

After a minute, he speaks softly, but in a dark voice raging with heat. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby girl?”

Your words are lost, but you grunt and push your hips back towards him. He chuckles softly and takes the nonverbal cue. You feel him line up at your entrance, but he just teases your hole, pushing in ever so slightly.

“How do you want me, baby? Hard and fast, or slow and sweet?”

You nod, because you just need him, but he waits for an answer so you bark out your request.

“Hard. Fast. Now!”

Jensen growls and ratchets you forward on the bed as he slams into you. “Yes, Ma’am.” He says as he pulls out and slams back immediately.

He does indeed give it to you hard and fast; his pace is unforgiving and relentless, pounding into you so fast and so powerfully that your knees are burned from sliding forward on the cheap polyester blanket covering the bed. His fingers dig into your pelvic bone, bruising you as he slams you back against him.

The guttural sounds that are coming from deep in his chest as he’s fucking you are what push you over the edge for the fifth time, and as you clench tightly around his cock, you feel him spurting hot and thick deep inside you, painting you, marking you, claiming you.

He collapses on you, and you let him crush you into the mattress. Eventually he slides out of your body and sits on the floor, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. He spreads soft kisses across your closed eyes and the bridge of your nose as his fingers trail soothingly over your breasts, teasing them softly.

“Y/N,” he says softly against your cheek, “I am sorry, you know. I never should have walked away from you. But…”

When he doesn’t immediately finish you look up at him and egg him on with your expression. “But?”

He let out a deep sigh. “You scare the shit out of me, woman. I don’t know what to do with someone like you.”

You frown, trying to decide if you’re insulted or not. “Someone like me?”

He nods.”Yes, someone who can absolutely bring me to my knees with a look, someone who drives me crazy with want, feeling like I need my hands on you 24/7, someone who makes me laugh and makes me happier than I’ve ever been.” He throws his hands up. “I don’t know what to do with that.”

You’re still frowning. “Um…sorry?”

He scoffs. “I know it’s stupid, but I got suddenly terrified that it was all too perfect, you were too perfect, we were too perfect together, everything fit, and everything was easy, and easy things scare me. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and when it wouldn’t, I think I figured I’d help it along.”

He shakes his head and then kisses you slowly, sweetly, before dropping his forehead to yours. “Y/N, I’m a fucking idiot. Can you forgive me? If I promise to trust this, trust you, can we try again?”

You’d known from the first moment that the idiotic idea had come into your head to try and make him jealous, that this was what you were angling for; a way to show him what he was giving up, and maybe a way to try again.

So, you nod readily and throw your arms around his neck. “Yes, Jensen, we can try again. But promise me that the next time you start panicking, you’ll open your mouth and talk to me about it.”

He nods. “I will. And will you promise me something too?”

“Hmm?”

His hand cups your breast and squeezes making you gasp. “Only my hands are allowed to touch this perfection.” He tips your chin up with his forefinger to make you meet his intense green gaze. “Yes?”

“Fuck yes.” You sigh as he takes possession of your mouth once again.

Easiest promise you’ve ever made.

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delicate-luv · 9 months

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Two Become One ~ Chapter Two

Summary: The morning after a night spent with Eddie, your suspicions begin to rise on who he really is.

CW: 18+, MDNI, one night stands, cheating, mention of miscarriage, mention of pregnancy, home wrecking, minimal use of Y/N, fem!reader,

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You rubbed your eyes that morning, not recognizing where you were. You had a pounding headache and never felt more like a zombie in your life. You let out a loud groan as you flipped onto your other side, making the whole bed shake.

'Shit. I should not have done that.'

You regretted doing that as soon as you heard the man next to you yawn and slowly sit up.

"Woah. Who the fuck are you?" He jumped up, seeing a mysterious woman in his bed.

"I'm y/n. I was at your show last night. You invited me here.”

He put his palms over his face. "Oh, shit."

You could tell he suddenly remembered what happened by the way his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose and he sighed. "You should leave. I should have never brought you here."

"Huh?"

"You can't be in here? I have- never mind. Anyway, you have to leave, now." His tone becoming more of an alarmed one.

He jumped up and ran into the kitchen. You chased after him. "What are you talking about? You gave me a cigarette with your number on it." What was so urgent? What is he hiding? Your hangover could wait.

"Wait, what? I only give those out to fans who think they'll have a chance with me. They call me, and I never answer. It's only to instill false hope that I'll sleep with them. I never actually sleep with them!" He became frantic, shoving a pair of black skinny jeans on, whispering yelling "shit!" and "fuck!" amongst mumbling other obscenities that you couldn't quite make out.

"What time is it?" He asked in a panic, slipping on a black tank top.

You looked at a nearby clock on the wall. "Just about 10 a.m."

"Son of a bitch! I have to go. You can find your own way out." He ran out the door, grabbing his keys and wallet.

The fuck was that for?

Before you wanted to even process that fact that you cheated on Ezra last night, you decided to do something even more morally wrong. You snooped around his apartment, trying to find pieces of his life. You needed to know more. He seemed too perfect. Not a single rockstar lives a perfect life and isn't hiding something deep.

The first place you looked was his nightstand. He had guitar pics lined up, a pair of die, some old photographs, a pack of condoms, nothing out of the ordinary. You then walked over to his closet. There was a shoe box filled with things that had 'Otis' written on the front in black sharpie. There was a hand drawn heart that was also on the front.

Your heart was telling you to rip open that box, and dig through the belongings. Your brain was telling you no, to give him privacy. You were always the person who did what your brain wanted, but in this case, you followed your heart.

The first thing you saw was a sonogram picture. You let out a loud gasp and immediately regretted your decision. You closed the box up quickly and ran out of his house. You called Scarlett to pick you up down the road.

You couldn't believe what you had done.

Half of the car ride home was spent with you staring out the window, rethinking the recent events.

"What's so bad? You were gonna cut things off with Ezra soon anyways."

"Scarlett, it's different." You groaned.

"How, exactly?"

"I snooped through his things." You said quietly, full of shame. It was just loud enough for her to hear.

"Oh my god!" She gasped. "You know that's top 10 things not to do during a hookup."

"I couldn't help it. There's just something that I saw in him."

"Yeah yeah, if I got a penny for every time you said that, I'd be rich right now."

"So, do you want to know what I saw?"

"Lay it on me. I don't think this story could get any worse."

"I opened a shoebox that has 'Otis' written on it. I just thought it would be like a box for a dog, because Otis is, like, a dog name. But no, there was a sonogram picture. I didn't take a good look at anything else but I could tell it was bad. There was a lot of light blue, which I'm assuming could be baby clothes, maybe a baby blanket?"

Scarlett slammed on the breaks, "Jesus Christ! y/n l/n is a home wrecker!" She broke out into laughter.

"Scarlett! It's not funny! I think I just had a one night stand with a man with a baby! He could even be married!"

"Was he wearing a ring?"

"He was wearing a lot of rings. I didn't get a good glance at his ring finger." You started to bite your nails anxiously. You knew you had to call the number on the cigarette.

You thought about Eddie and his situation for the remainder of the day. 'Was he married? Was Otis even his baby? Why didn't you see or hear a baby the entire night? Maybe he and his partner had a miscarriage? Is his partner pregnant right now? Why didn't he say something?' The many possibilities roamed your head and kept you up that night. You knew you had to do something to fix this mess you've created.

You were the girl all of the people in your town knew and loved. Your life was always the talk of the town. You had the perfect life, perfect boyfriend, perfect house, perfect friends, perfect clothes, perfect job. Who knew you would be the one to break up a family?

After a week of the thoughts eating you alive, you couldn't take it anymore. You dialed the number on the cigarette, but there was no answer. You knew what was coming, there was no other choice.

You drove over to Eddie's home. You needed answers. Luckily, you could easily find where he lived since it was the only trailer park in town.

When you arrived at his trailer, you slammed the car door shut. Anger fueled your walk to his front door. You were finally going to get the answer you deserved.

You banged on the front door multiple times until a voice could be heard from the inside.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, relax!"

He slightly opened the door, sighing in disappointment when he saw it was you, and slamming it back shut. Before he could get the door all the way closed, you stopped it with your foot.

"Eddie, we need to talk." You opened the door wider to reveal Eddie shirtless, and he was bouncing a 2 year old on his hip. You gasped. "Is this your-"

"Yep. Now what do you want?"

"Are you married? What was that one night stand to you?"

He shrugged. "Well, that one night stand to me, was a one night stand. I don't know what you mean."

"Are you married?"

"Not anymore."

Your mouth fell open. You immediately jumped to conclusions, thinking you were the reason they are no longer married. "Did I possibly...have anything to do with the fact that you are no longer married?"

He quickly denied. "No....I don't get it. Is there something important or...?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a son?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to tell complete strangers about my son." He said in his classic, sarcastic tone.

You were admiring his tattoos and his muscles for so long that you jumped out of the trance when his son started to cry.

"Are we done here? My son is hungry."

"Answer your phone next time and we won't have this problem." You said before letting the door close on him and walking away.

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blooming-violets · 4 months

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Hi! This isn't a request but how do you think Peter would react to reader being a Funeral Director? Let's say it's like a blind date (set up by Auntie May ofc). Im asking because a good amount of your fics that you write with Peter revolve around death- weather it being Ben's, Gwen's, and/or what he see's around just being Spider-Man.

Lol this is coming from someone who's about to get their license to become a f.d if you couldn't tell :)

omg over a decade ago i used to roleplay with an oc who was my dark humored, lil goth queen and she was studying to become a funeral director and even though it was so long ago, once an oc, always an oc. she still lives up in my brain with the rest of every other character i've ever created in my life time. i'm going to channel her energy into my soul for this one

Ok, so! I love this.

(using gender neutral "they/them" for this character)

This might sound slightly gruesome but I'm going with it! May is getting a little older in age. Nothing crazy but she's a realist and she wants to be extra prepared when it's her time to go because she doesn't want to burden Peter with such things. She knows what it's like to go through the entire process of burying a dead loved one when you are in the middle of the worst grief of your life. She doesn't want Peter to have to make any of those choices like where to go and what casket to chose. She's a planner and is going to keep nurturing her boy even after death.

Soo she starts doing the rounds of looking into funeral homes, types of caskets, potential flower arrangements, details for the service, how she wants her body to be prepared...she's got it all figured out and in a binder with laminated pages. And she's having the time of her life doing all this because any chance to pull out some stationary is a good day in her book.

Peter freaks when he finds out because that's his girl and he refuses to let her die ever. But she calms him down by reminding him that death can happen to anyone, at any time, and she wants to be prepared for him. All he will have to do is hand over this binder to the director and they can do the heavy lifting so he can just take time to grieve. He's still not happy about it. Aunt May will never die. He doesn't even want to entertain the idea that it's a possibility even twenty years from now.

But then she throws in a lil twist.

"Oh, by the way, Peter...you have a date next Saturday night. I set you up with the director of the parlor. They were just lovely! So accommodating, so funny, absolutely gorgeous, not anything like I was expecting. I told them I had a nephew who was single. Showed them a picture of you. You know that picture I took last summer of you at the beach eating a Ninja Turtle popsicle next to the ice cream truck? I just love that picture...reminds me of when you were a boy...anyway, they agreed to meet up with you! Isn't that wonderful?"

And he's standing there speechless and mortified because only Aunt May would start prematurely planning for her death and then go around showing embarrassing, shirtless pics of him to his potential suitors...who are also helping her plan for her death. He tries to refuse to go but it's May and you can't say no to her. She will always win.

She picks out his best outfit for him and makes sure he's all dolled up (also to be sure he actually goes through with the date and doesn't bail).

He's shocked at how young and attractive they are when he meets them. Even though May insisted they would be a good match, he still was picturing some creepy old, sickly pale, skeletal man wear a dark suit. He's been dating a bit lately but nothing really sticks. This date feels different. He starts off by making a dark joke about dating the person who's going to bury his (still very much alive) aunt. Which gets a laugh from the both of them. They start in on how lovely it was to meet her and how she brightened up the house when she came for a meeting. And Peter talks about how baffled he was to find out she was even doing all that in the first place. He would have gone with her or been more than willing take care of everything. But they insist that May was adamant on doing it on her own. Peter asks a lot of questions on why they would ever want to go into this line of work but they just laugh it off. They're helping people, even after death. Helping their loved ones have the best final goodbye they can have.

The first date flows smoothly. They both try to avoid the death talk after the first few minutes and keep things light and happy. Peter is unknowingly smitten at the time but finds that once he goes home for the night, he can't stop thinking about them.

A second date is soon to follow. And a third. And fourth. And so on until they are officially dating.

I think as they get more comfortable with each other and open up to each other more, Peter will start to reveal how badly of a relationship he has with death. Reader has a healthy outlook on it. They don't mind taking care of the dead. They enjoy being able to provide that kind of service. Nothing really turns their stomach at this point. Peter can't remember much about his parents or their funerals, Uncle Ben's was a blur, and Gwen's is blackened out from his memory. It really upsets him to picture Reader doing any kind of body preparation. He keeps having intrusive thoughts about them working on Gwen's corpse and it kinda fucks him up. (They obviously weren't the one's who did that but his mind is putting the two people he cares about together without reason). Sometimes it makes it hard for him to look at them. It causes tension in the relationship. He starts to resent that they do that job. He think that they are "better than that" and they should leave that sort of job to someone else. He thinks it's gross and upsetting.

Reader would take massive offense to that. They love what they do. It's very important to them. Peter keeps not being able to hear what they're saying and is throwing his own uncomfortable attitude into the mix. They represent death to him and he hates death. Almost like they're a constant reminder of everyone he loved who has died. Cue the climaxy fight part where they separate for a bit in order for the growth to happen. Peter goes off to sulk and eventually ends up on May's doorsteps like a lost, sad puppy.

He'd need to go have a heart to heart talk with her about why he feels so uncomfortable dating someone who is so close to death. She'd talk about his past traumas, losing so many loved ones, and how he never allowed himself to put those people to rest. That's what Reader does. They helps other's put their loved one's to rest. And that frightens Peter because he's afraid of letting go. They represent someone who is at peace with themselves and Peter is living in a constant state of turmoil. In order to love properly again, he has to let go of the past. Reader can become a healthy path forward but only if Peter is able to cut off the baggage that is holding him back.

He'd let that talk sink in for a few days until he finally crawls his way back to their home with a box of their favorite chocolates (not flowers because they've seen enough flowers to last them their entire life time). He's met with nothing but a gentle smile and open arms. He'd open up to better explain himself to them so they can understand where he's coming from and see into his past. It's a healing moment for him to overcome.

Over time he'd warm up more and more to the idea of them working so closely to death. They both like to lighten any dark moods with some terrible jokes and dumb comments. A lot of silly ghost/ haunting talks. A lot him questing them about things. Like if guys can get an erection after death. Or what exactly is embalming fluid (bc he likes science-y things). And trying to find out the craziest things they ever experienced while working. They have endless stories to share so there's never a dull moment.

And when they finally find out about Mr. Parker and his big, giant Spider-Man secret, they threaten Peter that he better never end up on their table or else they'll mutilate his corpse by cutting off his dick and keeping it in a jar. (too dark? lmao not for them!)

Peter loves it. It makes him feel loved.

#the amazing spiderman #peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader

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Why are people saying the Shutters pic is a latergram? If you look at the IG for the woman who took it she’s traveling down the CA coast with her family and staying/eating at nice places. Why is everything a conspiracy in the fandom. It’s also likely he left the swank business write-off accommodations and is staying with AN now that his shill-a-thon is over.

It's mainly on the shippers accounts the picture is disputed and determined as latergram. Why? Because they can't make things fit, they haven't been able to put him and C (and all their boos for that matter) at the same location since the premiere in NYC. No proof for anything. Though, we don't see where C is or what she's doing, which leaves a lot of room to speculate and make things up, we can see where Sam is and what he is doing. And that doesn't look anything like hiding a wife with 5 boos or more.

So yes, what to do, when there's no factual evidence of anything and the proof that is there shows the contradictions in full color. You create chaos and doubts. I saw a lengthy post about a house in the hills in LA based on follows of years ago. That's the proof... yeah, right. Wouldn't stand up in any courtroom right? Against a friend whom he's seen with all the time and owns a house in HH in LA and several recordings are done there. A house often used as place to stay for friends that are over, like we've seen Valbo posting proof and AN. Now go figure what proof would be admissible in court and what wouldn't?

Anyway, fortunately this isn't all that serious to have a court with a jury to decide on it all. Lol... they're just 2 actors from a show. So what's the fuzz about. And it's so easy to determine if you just look at things with an open mind and not with some tunnel vision better known as confirmation bias.

To come to the real part of your question. The doubts that are thrown out there is the hair length (hmm, what does that remind me off... oh wait, didn't they try to make me look ridiculous for a certain timeline last year for that? 🤔) So much looking at things with a certain bias.

Yes, his hair looks slightly longer in the Shutter pic. compared to maybe Sunday, and i've seen one that triied to compare it with the boat footage where his hair is constantly in the wind and blown backwards....

Anyway, ever heard of grooming? His hair needs constantly grooming, we all know what it looks in front now don't we? If you haven't just pause that video of the servedup podcast at the sec he briefly takes his hat off (and puts it on right away)... No, I'm not posting that still.... 🤐

And well the scar, c'mon shipppers, he's frowning and that scar is hidden by the frown. That was an easy one

And if the fan pic of yesterday didn't convince you yet about the clothing. Yes, yes, I know the Tuesday pic had short sleeved T-shirt, and in the fan pic of yesterday no sleeves. Both pictures are RT. He wears the same clothes, just another shirt under the vest.

The ultimate proof though is the water bottle... (poor shipper that couldn't find out the logo, try Google lens, first hit 💥 ). It's the Mananalu water bottle of Jason Momoa. Which if you just take a brief look on the Shutter IG account, you see they serve them in the rooms.

Blimey... you say, but but but... they could have served them for longer no? Well, just find the post of on the Mananalu IG account of 14 February 2022

Well, we have to look for a date he was in LA then after 14 february 2022! He was in LA for the OL premiere, March 7 2022 but not at Shutters, he stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel, as always when he's there on OL's account. See, that's where timelines come in handy... (and why shippers hate me so much for it).

Anyway, he was there summer 2022, recorded a live IG in his room and another promo announcing his gin. But, talking about hair lengths, I don't need to remind you what his hair looked at that time, now do I?

So far this lesson of sleuthing.... (get your facts right, check, double check and keep an open mind)

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my lover stands on golden sands

summary: a long deserved vacation to hawai‘i is filled with swimming despite your true desire to just stay in bed. fandom: elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley | austin butler pairing: elvis presley x female reader, past elvis presley x priscilla presley implied/referenced rating: t-ish. word count: 2467 warnings: minor poor health mentions in relation to pregnancy. pregnancy. a lot of seal talk. a lot of sealness. lisa marie is a minor character in this. blink and you miss it pregnancy/breeding kink from elvis. this is honestly pretty fluffy y'all. author’s note: consider this an epilogue of sorts? basically when i first wrote the fic @oh-kurva wanted a sequel and then some of y'all requested stuff for my 1k gala so this turned into less of a sequel and just more a epilogue/another one shot for them. genuinely i'm still delighted any of y'all liked the original fic, let alone this one and i may write more for them potentially because i do enjoy them. and hey, if y'all ever want more before i come up with something, my askbox is usually always open to requests. also you can read this as austin butler's elvis or real elvis, i left it nebulous enough, i think. also time frame is probably 73-75 elvis, but that pic in the moodboard is secretly my kryptonite so it had to be used. also if you want to be on my taglist for anything, click here and fill the form out. responses are anonymous when it comes to me getting your email. or you can just message me your preferences. i'm easy either way.

You hate to admit it but Elvis had been right this morning as he watched you struggle to get out of bed, the combination of nausea and your not insubstantial stomach making it so that the idea of spending your vacation in bed while him and Lisa and members of the Mafia frolicked sounded like such a charming plan. A charming plan Elvis caught onto the second he saw you burrowing deeper into the covers. He's gentle in the way he attempts to almost ambush you with his plans, his hand moving to rub at the swell of your belly, marveling at how he feels the faintest of kicks.

"Ya ain't tryin' to go back to sleep on me, are ya? Gonna bail on me and yittle Yisa? She's been lookin' forward to swimmin' with us. Said she's been practicin' her shiftin'." His tone is light but when you look at him the concern and worry's written all over his face. You aren't young and he knows you've been getting more and more tired as the months go on.

"I can't get up," you try to argue, not wanting to explain that you feel almost as if a bus has run you over and how the idea of heaving your body up into a sitting- let alone standing position has your stomach threatening to upend itself. "Just feeling a little tired and sick to my stomach, Elvis. Nothing to worry about."

"When's t'last time ya went swimmin', darlin'?" He asks, still rubbing soft circles against your stomach. "Might help a lil."

Selkie pregnancies are weird that way, sometimes it's fine to remain on land for all nine months while other times it ought to be doctor's orders for you to be in water as often as you can. Your doctor doesn't know how to deal with a supernatural pregnancy like this but he trusts the man with your life. So you and Elvis have been having to play it by ear. If he was a betting man, he'd say that his own issues with his skin and shifting and being away from water for so long has the baby growing inside of you craving the sea or some form of water. He's noticed how you relax in the tub more often than you ever had before and that it helps you. You've been here at least few days and while the two of you had showered multiple times he had yet to see you floating in any form of water.

"Before we left Memphis," you answer looking more than a bit chagrined, "didn't mean to, just we were having fun doing other things and-"

He cuts you off by sliding down your body till his face is eye level with your stomach. He places a series of kisses to it, chuckling lowly as each one is followed by a kick and a grunt from you. He doesn't say a word until you move to grab the sides of his face, "now lookat ya. Achin' and feelin' like a pile of dead weight. Ain't ya always double checkin' I at least go in a hotel pool when I'm tourin' without ya? Meanwhile here ya are forgettin' you got a bit o'me in ya. Forgettin' they need the water too. Gonna do wonders for that back of yours alone."

The embarrassment over him knowing without a single question which parts of your body are aching has you face warming and has you looking away from him as he moves to sit back up. "Feelin' embarrassed are ya? Gonna let me take ya outside in that lil' swimsuit of yours? Swim with ya step daughter and me?"

An argument is on the tip of your tongue but as you look at his expectant face and hear what you swear is a little tiny knock at the door that can only be from Lisa you let out a sigh. "Help me get up then, my big strong selkie. Can't roll out of bed otherwise. Hell, you'll probably have to help me get dressed too."

"Actin' like that's a damn chore for me. Up n'at'em, seal wife," he murmurs, standing up before holding out his arm for you to use as leverage. "Ya packed the bikini or the one piece?"

Much to Elvis's- or lil Elvis's distress you had packed the one piece swimsuit. Something about not wanting to show off everything which Elvis found to be complete bullshit because you looked like a damn queen pregnant and full of life but he wasn't about to argue just this once about it. It had taken about 30 minutes for you to get fully ready, a period of time that had Lisa coming into your room and half tackling you and Elvis with a hug. You're pretty sure if her boundless energy had been fully directed toward you that you and your bump would have been on the floor. She doesn't question Elvis shooing you into the bathroom so that he can get on your suit despite how she's seen your chest before. It's fine though, and after a bit you peek your head out followed by your body and a gasp of delight from the young girl. Apparently you look pretty and Lisa can't help but put her head to your stomach, giggling as a kick hits her in the cheek.

You and Elvis share a look over her head as you gently pull her away and move to grab a robe to wear outside as you leave the room. It doesn't take Elvis too much longer to get ready and once he does the three of you start to walk to the beach with Lisa leading the charge and you leaning a bit heavily on Elvis. Lisa's talking a bit, something about how she can't wait to show you two how quick she can shift now and you nod a little tiredly as Elvis answers with words for the both of you. Faintly you hear Lisa asking if you're okay and you feel your heart twist in delight at the notion of her caring.

"She's fine yittle. Just tired from carryin' ya sibling. Gonna help her out with the water, ain't we though? Gonna show me how strong ya've gotten without me?" He asks playfully but you know there's a mild undercurrent of distress. He trusts Priscilla to make sure their little girl is alright but she is not a selkie and it's hard enough to teach a young one when you're with them twenty four seven.

Lisa, if she picks up on it keeps it close to the chest as she answers back, "yeah, but ya taught me it! And ya can teach me more now!"

"She's got you there," you huff out a laugh as you can finally see the water in sight. Your stomach rolls again and you feel a flutter of activity the more you look at it. Maybe Elvis was right, maybe you should have been practically living in the water since you got here. You pull away from him to take off your robe, dropping it in a chair before walking straight to the water with Elvis and Lisa following close behind you.

The second you hit the water you feel your body relax, the nausea abate and the flurry of activity simmer down to a few kicks and rolls every so often, as if they're trying swim with you. You watch as you see Elvis and Lisa in their seal forms swimming quicker than you can out to sea. You could go farther, you think, but you dread the idea of something happening to you if you're swept into a current you can't escape. No, it's safer to remain where you are marveling at the healing power of the water for you. Everything feels so light from your full breasts to your stomach, you practically feel weightless and can't help the way your eyes flutter shut. You're not sleeping and you're not sleepy in the moment but you want to savor it for when you're back outside of the water with everything weighing you down once more.

The water shifts around you and it prompts you to open your eyes a crack. You have company swimming around you. Elvis's large form and Lisa's smaller form swimming in a circle around you almost as if to protect you or to keep you company. A smile crosses your face as you speak, unsure if they can hear you. "Hello to you two too. Aren't you supposed to be stretching your flippers?"

You don't get an answer in the way you expect. In fact what happens next isn't really an answer at all, and is more or less one of the most touching things you've ever felt. Elvis has been in his form since you two found out you were pregnant and you've felt him press against it with his nose but with Lisa, you've never seen her in her seal form. Before you have a chance to stop him or her you feel his large snout squish against your belly and feel what you swear is an answering kick. Lisa, wanting to get in on the action mimics her father with her own smaller press of her snout. The problem is that she isn't used to it, isn't used to how it makes her nose feel and she lets out a little sneeze inadvertently giving you a small raspberry with the boop. The reaction from inside of you is somehow more intense and you let out a breathless sort of laugh as you try and grab Lisa to hug her. Elvis peeks his head up above the water and you hear his bark of a laugh in seal form before it shifts to human and the little seal in your arms shifts back to Lisa's human form.

It goes on like this for what feels like hours but is only just two but it's filled with small boops of their snouts to your stomach and raspberries and answering kicks back. But Elvis can feel you getting tired, see how your strokes in the water are a little less strong and without asking or wondering if he should, he manages to have you on his back as a seal with you grasping as he swims back to shore. After a moment or two on the shore he shifts back and calls for Lisa who dutifully- for once- comes back onto the shore as a human as well. Your eyes drift shut a little as you yawn. "You don't have to stop because I'm a little tired, Elvis. Go. Go swim, that's why we're on vacation."

"We're still gonna swim, darlin'. Got some more stuff I gotta teach Yisa, but wanna put ya in one of the chairs. Put an umbrella over ya. Let ya take a nap while we do it," he whispers the words, almost as if it's a secret plan before he picks you up and carries you to the chair in question, setting you down almost as if you're a glass doll. "Jus' take it easy. They're all excited 'bout the swimmin' ya did."

As if you prove his point, when his hand brushes against your stomach, strong kicks hit his hand and he hums. "See? Told ya the water'd help ya. They got their dose of the sea, already feeling healthier and they're gonna pass it onto ya once ya sleep. Jus' rest, Y/N. I'll wake ya up."

You try to keep your eyes open but it's as if the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and the sounds of the Mafia- the parts Elvis trusts to see him in his seal form- are the perfect lullaby to lull you to sleep. By the time you wake up, the sun is setting and you feel a weight that isn't just your pregnant belly in your lap. It's Lisa asleep in her seal form, a fact that makes you laugh softly before you feel Elvis's snout pressing against your cheek and then to your stomach. An eyebrow raise is all it takes to get Elvis to shift back, with him shaking Lisa awake to do the same. It takes her longer, the exhaustion of today getting to her and without missing a beat you move to pick her up. Elvis opens his mouth to protest, his eyes drifting to your stomach before you shake your head.

"Let your seal wife take care of your pup. We're all fine," you say, pulling Elvis in for a kiss as Lisa's head lays on your shoulder. "I need to practice anyway. Can't have you carrying them around everywhere."

Elvis exhales and allows you do what you want, hovering just in case. It's a charmingly domestic scene and you can't help but smile and lean against him as you walk together back to the hotel. Lisa's room is close to your shared room with Elvis and when you arrive there he finally takes her from you and shoos you off to your room. You draw a bath and by the time Elvis comes back to the room, you're in it, soaking before you actually start to bathe. He joins you, his body fitting in behind you with a bit of a tight squeeze between his belly and yours but you both manage without too much effort. As you bathe Elvis nuzzles your neck and in between kisses says two words.

"Thank you."

Somehow that perks your body up and you manage to turn to look at him. "For what?"

"Bein' my seal wife. Taken care of me. Dealin' wit' me. Givin' me 'nother pup. Take your pick, darlin'," he answers as if all those things are worthy of praise and thanks. "Ya came at jus' the right time."

Something about the words warms you from the inside out and you can't help but shiver before you let out a small laugh. "What can I say, you managed to charm me despite everything. What else was I supposed to do but fall in love and protect you and everything else?"

Elvis lets out his own soft laugh before wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Run off with my skin like a villain," he starts to say before realizing you're humming a song that he knows you associate with the two of you. "Hummin' Bobby Darin while in the bath wit' me. Traitor. Least you could do is ask me to sing it.

A look is all you give Elvis before he does start to sing it. You make it to happy we'll be beyond the sea before you're out like a light, snoring in Elvis's arms both in the tub and out once he's done.

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