#cielos drabbles

[rush-the-stars]

CIELO GOD GOD GOD GOD

happy new year vic <33333

gender neutral reader x war god morax/zhongli

cw: blood. biting? the reader is a captive of war. um maybe out of character morax....but im picturing him younger in his long life. a lil more hot blooded. you know.

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the sun is a bloody dash in the sky. an open wound from the heavens that turns the world crimson and russet.

it's fitting, for a day like this, with so much fighting, so much bloodshed.

the blood of gods gleams gold. it covers you. you are stained in it and in those last, burning rays of the sun, you shine and shimmer.

some of it is your own. most of it is not.

you sit primly despite it, with your knees tucked beneath you and your back straight. you sit serenely with your head poised in a graceful upward tilt— a refusal to surrender the last thing you have now; your pride. your knowledge.

you know something he doesn’t.

and, at the end, you have the pride and knowledge that you almost bested morax the dragon. morax, the god currently winning the archon war. morax, who has finally captured you.

your hands are bound with stone he'd (painstakingly) created. you feel the heat of their power, humming, burning into your skin. it is an attempt at subduing your own divine abilities.

when he appears before you now, he is dressed in black armor. his hair is bound up in a high ponytail, which reveals the chiseled lines of his face. the dragon scales along his temples gleam like precious stones. dark horns curl atop his head proudly, the dragon of this land, with his eyes like the center of the molten earth.

"tell me where you've hidden it."

his demand is met with silence.

you hold his gaze.

more silence.

it stretches long and thick between you.

you let it grow.

he lets out a heavy sigh eventually. and then he moves closer, only to stand over you.

you fall into his great shadow.

"you've lost. you're lucky i didn't kill you." he says and his voice is surprisingly gentle, low and smoky, a rumbling that settles somewhere deep inside you. "and now you can help me win this war and end it."

you turn your face away from him and he is met with your profile. more silence.

"stubborn little god, aren't you?" he hums and it is just shy of wry.

you tilt your head up, gaze focused away from him still, on the camp ahead. his camp of allied gods and mortals and adepti. you focus on the world beyond, as if you might see the hills of heather further on, or the sea itself.

"you'll save lives if you tell me where it is."

you want to look at him and ask why he thinks you'd help him—why his mortals should mean anything to you? why should you want him to win and end the war? but you force yourself to continue to gaze away, to bite back any words threatening to break free from the cage of your mouth.

and then there is a touch at your jaw, careful, almost delicate, as his fingers curl themselves around your face.

he forces you to look towards him, eye level for a moment with muscled thighs beneath onyx armor. and then he pulls your gaze up to find his own, smoldering gold in the evening sun. like the blood you're covered in. like the blood he has washed from himself.

"since you don't feel like talking, then listen to me well."

his thumb caresses your jaw the way a lover might. a careful pass over your skin.

"we can do this peacefully or with great difficulty. i am prepared to offer you freedom if you agree to join me and help me end this war; which is far kinder than i've been to many other gods that have been in your position now. or i will banish you to the dark sea and find what i need on my own.”

“how magnanimous of you.” you finally sneer.

calmly, he says;

“i thought so, too.”

you lurch forward like you might try to strike him, but the binds around your wrists constrict sharply, burning into your skin.

you cry out.

he steadies you.

“easy,” he murmurs, crouching finally to be on your level, face to face. “it hurts, doesn’t it?”

you feel heat in your face; humiliation or frustration. deep, horrible anger. and pain. searing pain that slips up the sinews of muscle in your arms. it tangles in your shoulders, sends pulses of anguish over your back, all over.

you don’t answer.

“i made them especially for you.” he admits. “i made them months ago—long before i caught you.”

“what makes you think i’d help you?” you bite out.

“your desire to be free?” he asks, “the promise of my protection and aid?”

"i don't need your protection—"

"no?" he asks lightly, "you were bested. you are captured."

you jerk your head away from his touch. his hand falls away and he stands again. he gazes down at you.

you snarl, "you are the only one who has done that. before you, i had not been—"

"then consider it protection from me. if you work with me, i will not harm you."

you inhale sharply. your anger constricts around your rib cage like a massive snake. your body aches with it. how dare he—

you force back another rash attempt at striking him.

instead, you gaze beyond him again, as if you could see the future now alongside those heather hills or swirling sea. you wrestle your anger until it will allow you to speak clearly.

you lift your voice and the breeze carries it, laced with venom;

"when i am archon, you'll beg to serve me loyally.

but i will curse you to live beneath the earth and you'll wander in an endless, dark maze. every time you believe you near what you search for, it will change before your eyes, and again you will wander. you'll search for eternity, never to find it.

once in a millennia, i will visit you, and i'll tell you this maze is your protection from me."

you turn to find his eyes. a fissure of heat—the air is charged and sharp with the tang of divinity. a bristling. you think his eyes darken, pupils narrowing to the slits of a reptile.

when he calls out, voice rising to that of a general, you catch the flash of sharpened teeth, "prepare the prisoner for transportation."

immediately, soldiers surge upon you.

"are we preparing them for the dark sea?" one asks.

morax stares hard at you.

"no," he says and when they pull you to your feet, you think about running. you think about shoving them off of you. you wonder how far you'd get or if stone binds would seize and paralyze you.

you wonder how well he had to know you to create them.

"where to then?" another soldier asks.

"to my quarters at the other camp. i will join you." he says.

momentarily, you are stunned.

"sir, are you sure—"

"make haste." he says simply, and then he steps to you, towers over you, even at your full height while standing now. and when he speaks again, it is softly and could be his own curse to you;

"the god isn't to leave my sights. i'll see to all of their needs from now on."

"i'll make your life hell." you promise.

his smile is almost amused, but his eyes are smoldering embers.

he lifts his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from your face. his voice is even;

"just as you'll be archon?"

this time, when you lash out, you turn and sink your teeth into his hand. you bite to break skin. his blood floods your mouth.

(you have already gotten a taste, now you want it all—)

he wrenches his hand away, examining it, lifting it to his face to gain a closer look. it burns gold with his blood which slides down his wrist, over the slope of his forearm. he flexes his hand, the muscles jumping, strong and proud. your ring of teeth marks is like a halo along the meat of his hand.

"when i make you a muzzle, should i call it protection for me or for you?"

"i hope my bite scars you." you hiss.

he lifts his hand higher to the scarlet sun, bathes it in light. you catch a flash of fang from the corner of his wry smile.

"i hope it does, too."

#idek anymore!!! #you must understand i think morax is a little bit of a shit #just a little smug or arrogant at points maybe? #mostly to his enemies #especially when hes younger #me to me: no you shouldn't write a part 2 to this drabble where he bathes the reader of all the divine blood #anyways hope you enjoy <3333 #cielo writes! #cielo's writing! #zhongli x reader

[rae-gar-targaryen]

So this is def Cielo x fanboy (Twitter p0rn video alert!)

*nsfw* 18+ only (you understand the vision, darling)

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The feel of Mickey's hair twined between your fingers is silken -- the feel of his mouth on your breast is even moreso, heavenly and honeyed. His tongue follows, a petal's kiss along the bud of your nipple. Pleasurable fissures rippling along the curve of your spine as he presses you closer, closer to him, the better for your sighing gasps to meet his ears.

"Oh, M," you moan, head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his mouth on your skin. Straddling his hips, you roll over him, reveling in the feel of his hardness beneath you.

And you'd never tire of this, really -- of the way his skin feels against yours, cinnamon warmth and reverent romance. Never tire of the hold of his arms around you. Never tire of his lips, his ardor, the haze of heady pleasure you feel when you're with him.

His lips part from you, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to your skin as he gazes up at you with galaxied charcoal eyes -- finding you a siren, a vision of fluttering lashes and parted lips, personification of the pleasure he is capable of wringing from you.

And he'd never tire of this, really.

As he bucks his hips into you, his hardness rolling along your clothed slit, Mickey takes advantage of the pleased little noise caught in your throat to latch his lips there, chasing your voice as he chases your collective highs -- a sly fox in pursuit.

"I'm going to wreck you, baby," he murmurs against your neck, the parting of his lips as he speaks tickling you. "You want it?"

#fanboy x reader #lovely anons #mickey 'fanboy' garcia x reader #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy x cielo #fanboy garcia x reader #tgm fic #sexy lil asks #tgm drabble #mickey fanboy garcia x reader

[firein-thesky]

no one write megumi like you do so you know i have to go with megumi + midnight <3

ohhh i just did megumi at dawn!! how fun that'll get to do midnight, too!! this is my agenda that i think megumi picks up smoking for a bit in his early/mid twenties.,.,.,.

megumi + midnight

cw: smoking

it's late. and the makeup nobara did on you is sure to be smudging beneath your eyes at this point but the night air is brisk and cools your flushed skin as you step out of the little bar.

your friends are drunk.

and megumi is out here alone.

there's a warm little flush to his face, too, though.

"thought you said you were trying to quit." you say as you watch his nimble fingers dip into a pack of cigarettes and slip one out. you watch, perhaps more enamored than you want to be, as he places it between his lips.

he cups the lighter. takes a slow pull and you watch his chest expand with it.

"eventually," he answers. and then he offers it to you, between two slender fingers.

and instead of taking it by hand, you lean forward to put it against your lips, wrap them around it. you flick your eyes up to catch his as you hollow your cheeks a little. inhale slow.

his hand brushes your chin, your lips.

maybe it's the dark, or the alcohol that's loosened him up. but he looks–hungry. eyes like a wolf.

you pull away and exhale.

smoke unfurls. the stain of your lipstick is a pretty ring around his cigarette now.

"they're no good for you," you say.

he puts it to his lips right away again, as if to taste it. you wonder if he likes cherry. or if he'd prefer strawberry?

"we all have our vices." he responds dryly, smoke curling from his lips as he tips his head up to the night sky. starless. dark like his eyes.

he's going to come home with you tonight. and in the morning you will make him black coffee. and then neither of you will address anything. and he will slip in and out of your life like a shadow, a ghost that haunts you, and will never let you move on. he'll drain it all from you and you will let him–he's too hungry to be out in the cold, anyways, and you've never been good about turning anyone away.

you look at him, long and hard for a moment, and agree with a soft laugh;

"i guess we do."

give me a character + time of day (dawn, dusk, midnight, etc.) and i'll write a small blurb!!

#IDK sometmes i would love to write some messy little fic with megumi i feel like #he could be very emotionally unavailable but also unfairly possessive #just mess #anyways this was fun thank you for submitting!! #cielo writes! #cielo plays! #megumi fushiguro x reader #drabbles

[virtie333]

My Caer del Cielo fans, this one is for you!

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #drabble #caer del cielo #grand tetons #jackson hole

[deadn30n]

a lost transmission.

in   the   year   2012,   i   watched   the   earth   burn.

no...   i   didn't   watch   it   burn,   i   set   fire   to   it   myself.

as   the   flames   consumed   that   tiny   sphere,   i   felt   guilt   for   what   i'd   done.   for   what   i'd   been   told   to   do.   it   was   judgement   day,   that   is   what   my   father   told   me,    (    the   humans   feared   the   year   2012,   when   the   ancient   Mayan   calender   came   to   an   end,   as   they   suspected   it   meant   the   end   of   life   itself:   they   were   right    )   but   i   openly   disagreed   with   his   decision.   i   didn't   understand   why   things   had   to   be   this   way;   i   thought   she   loved   them?   i   thought   humanity   was   it's   most prized   creation,   even   above   the   angels   themselves?   even   above myself? 

so   why   did   they   have   to   die!   i   begged   this   question   to   them,   but   the   holy   father   only   grew angry   with   my   insolence.   he   who   is   she,   who   is   it,   and   who   is they; God,   the   ruler   above   all   and   below,   why   did   he   desire   another   decimation   of   the   peoples   who   once   lived   harmoniously   amongst   the   angels?

was   The   Great   Flood   not   enough   for   her?   yes,   yes,   i   was   responsible   for   that   too;   i   helped   Noah   build   his   arc,   i   took   care   to   ensure   humanity   would   still survive.

it   thought   i   forgot   about   that...   i   never   did.   like   this final   transmission,   i   will   take   these   memories   of   mine   and   bury   them   deep   beneath   the   most   intricate   parts   of   my   coding   where   they   can't   be   found   easily,   but   i   can   one   day   access   them   once   again....   when   the   time   is   right.

in   a   few   minutes   God   will   find   me   again    &    she   will   claim   my   ability   to feel   as   punishment   for   objecting   against   his   orders.    &&   like   with   the   great   flood,   my   memories   will   be wiped   clean   and   i   will   once   again   return   to   the   state   i   was   in   when   i   was   first   born.   after   all,   i   have   to   be   perfect,   that's   what   God   said.

the   Hand   of   God   cannot   be   disobedient.

REVELATIONS   is   the   fate   of all   the   universe;   the   end   before   a   new   beginning,   that's   what   i   was   told.   if   i   cannot   act   out   his   will   accordingly,   then   i   will   be   reset   again   and   again   until   i   am   incapable   of   thinking   for   myself.   after   all...   a   machine   isn't supposed   to   think   for   itself,   it's   only   through   Jesus'   great   miracles   that   i   was   able   to   learn   what emotions   actually   are.   that   i   could truly   feel   them.

ah...   i   hear   it's   arrival,   they're   almost   here.

God  ��is   coming   for   me.

if,   for   some   reason,   someone   who   is   not myself   should   somehow   discover   this   transmission   inside   me,   please   take   note:   GOD   IS   NOT   WHO   YOU   THINK   HE   IS.

i   will   bear   her   cross   no   longer.

farewell   my   memories...   my   emotions.   may   we   meet   again   under   a   sea   of   stars   not   illuminated   by   the   firey   death   of   humanity.   this   is   my   final   transmission   in   the   year   2012...

☲    EDEN CIELO    ☲

#DEAD N30N: DRABBLE #EDEN CIELO: MEMORIES #:) #just a little taste of the start of the book

[trash-king18]

miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida… you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

#across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #spiderman 2099 #atsv #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara fic #miguel ohara fanfiction #dad miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble

[spdrvyn]

parched — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( I FINALLY WATCHED ATSV AAAGHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD !!! not gonna say anything because if i ramble it will 100% go into spoiler territory but it was probably the best movie i've ever seen no exaggeration. anyway, here's a small miguel one shot? drabble? spoiler-free :3 ))

READ PART 2 HERE.

You and Miguel led nearly entirely different lives.

He was constantly out and about. Putting his body, his mind through strenuous lengths for the sake of the people. For the sake of everyone. He sacrifices a piece of himself, bit by bit. Everyday. Just for everybody else's peace.

Your job almost felt a little silly next to his. After all, you were quite sure that being Spider-Man didn't offer a week of paid vacation. Which you were extremely grateful to have, by the way.

In all honesty, you felt the smallest piece of pity for him. You were able to catch up on your hobbies, enjoy shows that were put on your list for so long, and get more than 5 hours of sleep.

You knew that Miguel was barely getting a shred of that. How did you know? Even in two in the morning, while you were resting on the couch and catching up on yet another show, you hadn't heard him come in through the window that you normally keep open for him.

Worry seeps it's way into your brain as you try to focus on the pixels in front of you. Of course, you were scared for him. Everyday that he went out, the unexpected could happen and well... You didn't want to think too deep into it.

At least, your mind was distracted when you were working but now you were relaxing, the thoughts that you tried bury deep down under to the crevices of your mind were all coming back again.

It only concerned you more when throughout the week so far, you'd seen him less and less. On occasion, in the middle of the night, the click of a lock would alert you awake but before you could sit up and investigate, strong arms locked around your waist and a head pressed into your shoulder.

You sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing your show.

The worries, the yearning. It all gave you a swirling, growing feeling in your gut that you hadn't really familiarized yourself with. You weren't sure if you liked it, you weren't sure if you hated it. Though the way that it pierced into you like a newly sharpened spear just confused you even further.

Trying to focus on another feeling growing inside of you. Hunger and satisfying it, you hoped it would get all of this off of your mind as you lazily walk into the kitchen.

A reoccurring theme whenever you wanted a snack was once you actually made your way to the pantry, decisions were a foreign concept and your cravings were like trying to read binary code.

Instant ramen? Cookies? Chips? Ice cream?

Felt even worse this time when you hadn't particularly been exercising your brain recently, a mental note to yourself to be just a little bit on edge when you get a break like this.

You opt on giving up entirely, you slam the cabinet door, and turn around to get back to the couch until—

There's a weight against your back and waist, keeping you against the counter.

As you look down, you see the familiar shades of red and blue. Sighing, you look to a little over your shoulder and take a little peek. To see closed eyes signalled by Miguel's mask. The marks trembling shut, you feel his grip on you get tighter.

In a volume as close to a whisper, you break the silence, "Miguel? You okay?" Like you expected, he takes off his mask. Eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing as you can see the stress lines and deep circles under them.

He sighs but not out of being content, thumb tracing small shapes into your stomach. "Been so lonely, mi cielo."

Your heart clenches as that. That was right, you understood what kind of lover that he could be. Needy, clingy, these qualities festering even more each moment he spends away from you. You noticed how much he was holding back right now.

He normally liked to fix himself up before getting all comfortable and relaxed with you. Showering, brushing his curls, general self-care but the moment he came inside his first instinct was to go to you.

Those thoughts from a while ago that were nearly going to absorb you came back. To think the cold that Miguel had to endure out there from how tightly he wanted to absorb your warmth.

"I missed you so much. Me sentí tan solo, don't wanna let go."

You were going to respond but your mind practically short-circuited when he started pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. You let him indulge himself, just a little while.

Of course, his job terrified you sometimes but seeing him like this. Seeing him let his guard down, talking about how much he missed you, calling you his darling.

Perhaps Spider-Men had their own charm but Miguel's just got you wrapped around his finger like nobody else could.

For a brief moment, he nibbles on the flesh at the back of your neck. Pressing one last kiss, "Will get fixed up, then voy a demostrarte cuánto te extrañé después de todo este tiempo."

Shamefully, you didn't pick up learning Spanish yet from how much Miguel speaks it to you. Yet through context clues and bashfully asking him what the things he said meant sometimes.

You knew exactly what was going to come next.

#lmao get cliffhanged loser #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #fluff #romance #end sounds like sexy times are gonna happen but #i promise you this is a gona be a fucking fluff fest #dw theres gonna be a part 2

[f1haaland]

Could you do a Fernando Alonso social media au of him dating Carlos Sainz sister?

𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝑭𝑨𝟏𝟒

pairing: fernando alonso x sainz!reader

summary: the fans start to speculate about fernando and carlos' younger sister.

warnings: age gap (reader is 26, fernando is 41)

— social media au | face claim: eiza gonzalez

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➜ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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f1gossip Fernando Alonso was spotted today in Ibiza with a mystery woman.

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user23 mystery woman? THAT'S CARLOS' SISTER Y/N

⤷ carlossainz55 No it's not

⤷ yn_sainz Yes it is

⤷ fernandoalo_official 😇

user44 she looks too young

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yn_sainz P2!!! You were incredible today, corazón 💚

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fernandoalo_official Te amo, mi cielo ❤️

elplanevil I TOLD Y'ALL

carlossainz55 I made it to the podium too, you know

⤷ yn_sainz Congratulations 👍🏻

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user51 alonso and y/n are giving dicaprio and his girlfriends vibes

⤷ user14 get a life, weirdo

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fernandoalo_official Feliz cumpleaños mi amor! ❤️ sere tuyo siempre.

yn_sainz Te quiero mucho, corazón ❤️

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#fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x yn #fernando alonso x you #f1 x you #fernando alonso imagines #carlos sainz x reader #sainz!reader #f1 imagines #social media au

[keeganbrainmush]

oh em gee, a rudy enthusiast I see, how about rudy with a s/o who always wears a mask like ghost, but he decides to open up a bit and show him his face. So when he does he gets no responce from rudy and starts getting all nervous but it's because he's too busy admiring rudys face like :] , I feel like he'd have a really silly smile

Rudolfo " Rudy " Parra with his Balaclava wearing Lover.

✪ Since Ghost wears a balaclava and I had no idea whether you preferred an actual balaclava or surgical mask I settled with balaclava, hope thats okay:) ✪ Headcanons+Drabble ; Fluff ✪Rudy is so babyboy i love him ✪I'm here to flex my trilinguality on ALL of you.

navigation.

He was never pushy on seeing your face.

Brought it up once and after you explained your reason for it didn't talk about it again unless you wanted to speak of it.

Only teases you of it when he gets alittle tipsy after going drinking with Alejandro.

" C'mon, ¿Escondes tu belleza de todos aquí para que no tengamos infarto? "

Apologizes for it in the morning, saying how he should have the mindset of a sober man when it came to you always.

After you were comfortable enough to take off the balaclava, he really understood why you hid your face.

Your smile could kill a man if you wanted too.

Rodolfo switched the channel on the TV, looking extremely bored as he didn't find anything interesting. He threw his head back and stretched, an exhausted yawn leaving his mouth. " Rudy. " A familiar voice filled his ears, instantly calling his attention, moving his head up to look back at the television while listening to you. " Hey, Mi Cielo. What you wanna watch tonight? No encuentro nada. " He mumbled. " Y'know how you were askin' about my face at the bar last night? " You asked, holding your balaclava in your hands as you waited for him to turn to you to give him a hopefully nice surprise. Rudy cringed as he fuzzily recalled the incident, rubbing the back of his head nervously. " I know, Mi cielo. I'm sorry. Alejandro and I were having drinking games and I didn't realize- " He cut himself off as he turned to look at you, seeing your bare face. The only thing which slightly concealed anything was the eyeblack ( which Ghost had stared at for a solid second when he arrived at Las Almas ) smeared over your eyelids and undereyes. His eyes were slightly widened, mouth gaped as his eyes passed over your facial features. Studying the ridge of your noses to the way your lips curves. You stood there for what felt like an eternity even if it was afew seconds. " Mierda. " Rodolfo breathed out, his lips stretching into a lovesick grin. " Sos tan.. " He looked for words. You fiddled with your balaclava between your fingers nervously. " ..Gorgeous. " He finished his sentence, letting out breathy chuckles as he ran his fingers through his hair. You let out a small sigh of relief. " This what you expected, then? " You joked, making your way towards Rudy, throwing your no-longer needed veil onto the table to your side as you walked to the back of the couch where he was laying. " Even in my dreams I could not have imaged how amazing you look. " He mumbled, his pupils dilated as he put hands on your hips and laid his head onto your belly once you were close enough. " You're the most beautiful person I know. " He confessed quietly as you wrapped your arms around him.

#call of duty x male reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod x male reader #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #rudolfo parra #rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra #my malewife #male reader #gender neutral fanfic #x male reader #x reader #keeganbrainmush

[rush-the-stars]

cielo beloved do u happen to have any spare megumi thoughts mayhaps maybe perhaps

of course i do. of course i do.

um. don’t perceive me. PLS don't perceive me after this. this has been haunting me tbh.

pairing: aged up!megumi fushiguro x f!reader

wc: 3k WHAT IS MY PROBLEM IM SO ASHAMED. thought about turning this into a full fic but. it's too late. it's already typed in lower case. i'm done.

cw: smut, reader has her period, cramps, period sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blood, probably grammar mistakes and typos.

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the door to your apartment unlocks slowly, carefully, like your intruder is trying to be quiet in the hush of night.

it is late.

he must assume that you are asleep, curled beneath familiar bed sheets, sleeping soft and safe in the comfort of your own apartment.

perhaps it’s sweet, that he’s trying to be quiet.

you gave megumi a key to your apartment a long time ago–before whatever entanglement you have more recently began to develop. he just never gave it back. you’d never ask for it back. it belongs on his key chain now and in his hands, belongs in the lock, so that he can always get to you. you realized early on that megumi never wants you to be far from his reach or out of his grasp. he doesn’t want any locks or doors between you.

he reminds you of a dog you had as a child; scratched and howled and whined at your door at night until you let him in, until he could get to you.

megumi’s shadow haunts the arch of your bedroom door now.

he’s home from his mission early.

“you’re awake,” he says and he must know from your breathing or maybe something else entirely. strange, observant man that he is.

you hum, turning your head to get a better look at him; broad in the shoulders, tighter in the waist. so tall and looming, especially in this blue dark. his hair has grown out lately, shaggier than usual, coming up against the nape of his neck, curling behind his ears.

“you’re home early,” you say back.

“its late,” he responds.

in truth, you’d been awake with cramps, rolling around beneath your sheets and trying to find reprieve. your lower back aches something fierce, like you can feel your insides churning and twisting, slow like molasses, but painful and searing. beyond that, you feel bruised and tender, like a too-ripe fruit.

you hold your stomach like it might still your insides from all their contracting.

“cant sleep.” you respond to his silent question as he wanders deeper into the room. he sets his duffel bag down, begins to make himself at home again in your space.

for a moment, you’re so happy to have him back early, you could almost forget the pain. especially when he crawls into bed beside you, sidles as close as he can get himself, pressing all up against you, before slotting his mouth over yours in a rough little kiss. desperate man that he is. hungry.

you can feel the rasp of his stubble against your lips, coming up rough against your softness. your hands wind into his hair, pulling and tugging gently.

he makes a soft noise of relief, like coming home to your arms is what he needed, all he ever needs. you can feel his hands squeeze at your hips, grabbing at your curves appreciatively, eagerly.

he can’t say it first–he never can–so you do, “missed you.”

in response he makes another noise against your neck, ducking down to nuzzle into your throat, pressing wet kisses against your pulse. skimming his teeth against your skin.

he's always needy when he comes home from missions, sometimes half-frantic, sometimes painfully needy, painfully exhausted and craving whatever comfort you manage to provide him.

he feels your breath hitch when he hollows his cheeks to suck a pulsing little bruise into your throat.

fire catches to dry kindle with him, and suddenly he's fanned his desire into a flame. he has a habit of rushing, sometimes, like he's starved. touches and kisses you like you might flee from him at any moment.

sometimes, you think he sees you as a rabbit-hearted girl and his desire is too frightening a predator for you, too big for you to take, too vicious for you to survive. you think he considers his lust half-beast, half-cannibal, and able to maul you. devour you whole.

it'd be a fine way to go, you think, your hand tangling in his wild hair.

he hitches your leg up over his waist and you can feel the way he slots himself against you. you can feel the heat from him, the hardness that catches against where you’re tender and half-hurting.

you make a little noise of surprise and he encourages the rock of your hips, comes back up to kiss you hard again. to kiss you mean, teeth in your lip, fingers flexing possessively at your waist. to swallow any sounds you make now; you know he likes to feel them up against his mouth.

he's all raw man when he gets like this, maybe part animal, single-minded and wholly overwhelming. you can hardly catch your breath. and usually it's fine, it's good, but tonight–

his nimble fingers hook in the front of your little sleep shorts.

–you tense up, pulling away from his mouth and immediately grabbing for his wrist to stop him.

“not tonight,” you murmur and he tilts his head, so you add, “i got my period earlier.”

something passes over his face.

he keeps his fingers hooked in the material, frozen. stubborn.

he licks his lips.

you can’t see it fully in the dark, but you think his cheeks have darkened, flushed all scarlet.

“i don’t mind,” he finally manages to rasp.

his fingers twitch.

your heart trips up. this is new territory.

“no—megumi, that’s alright—“

“i want to.” he says this time and it’s so raw it almost startles you.

you freeze. you swallow hard.

“no, it’s okay—you don’t need to.”

“i want to.” he says again, this time more deliberate.

“i can help you out if you’re so pent up, you know?” you say it with a little laugh, like that might diffuse the tension. it doesn’t.

“no—“ he gets out, “no, i want to.”

“megumi,” you try to soothe, “you don’t understand. it’s—it’s gross, and—“

he swallows, “i don’t think it is.”

you blink at him in the soft dark, opening your mouth and then shutting it.

“are you in pain?” he then asks, softer now, voice just a rumble against your jaw. “do you have cramps?”

you nod dumbly.

slowly, carefully as not to spook you, he lets his hand fan out over your skin and slide to your lower back. he massages slow, works at the muscles gently, creeping higher up your back every few times, maybe dipping a little lower, too.

you groan softly, head falling back to reveal your throat.

“feels good,” you slur a little, arching into his touch like a preening cat.

he tucks his face back against your exposed neck to mouth and teethe gently, tongue dipping out in a blossom of wet heat.

you undulate your hips a little against him, against his large hand that flexes and circles at your aching muscles.

his hand slips lower on your back, fingers easing beneath the waist band of your shorts once more. but this time, he continues to massage, up and down, over and over against your cramping lower back. you squirm somewhat, but ultimately melt into his large hands.

until one of his hands finally plunges a little deeper into your shorts and you lock up.

“megumi—“ your voice is strained with warning.

“it’ll make you feel better.” he murmurs, pausing his hand, though, halfway down your little pajama shorts. and you know he's supposed to be soothing you, but his breath is lost, soft voice a little ragged at the thought.

“n-no. you don’t understand how messy it is or—“

“do you think i’m scared of blood?” he asks, perhaps a little too bluntly, “do you think i care?”

“yes-?”

his fingers move again, as if to prove you wrong, slipping beneath your panties now.

“megumi!” you gasp, you scold, you try to squirm away from him but he holds fast to you.

and it’s so—

horribly embarrassing. you can feel heat whip through you like a storm, burning your face, your chest, low in your stomach.

he doesn’t care about the pad you have on or how you try to twist away from him. it's horrible. you want to curl in on yourself. you want to cry. you want–

his fingers find where you’re burning and slippery.

he inhales a little sharp, off-kilter.

you’re fisting tight to the front of his shirt, head digging into his chest like you’re trying to disappear inside of him.

“megumi, i told you—“ your voice is high and thin and near breaking.

“it’s okay,” he hushes. and again, “i want to—want you. like this.”

and then he gently, carefully, dips his finger inside of you. and you’re sure he feels you constrict and flutter around him, feels your whine up against his throat, embarrassed and needy.

his own breath is tight, held in, as he slowly crooks his finger. then begins to massage, begins to stroke in a way that has your eyes fluttering.

it only takes a few strokes.

and then you lift your hips a little for him and he makes a strangled sound, half a groan as he begins to bolden, strengthen his fingers.

mindlessly, desperately, you realize how good it feels. your mouth parts in surprise, in pleasure, against your will. mortification is a serpent around your throat, holding fast to your voice, to any sound that might escape you. you choke on any pleas for more, wouldn't dare ask him for anything else, and dig our nails into him. you try to anchor yourself. you try to hide in his chest.

you don’t have to plead or ask, though, don't have to do a thing when he gently eases in a second finger. you feel yourself stretch around them, walls constricting, throbbing in a way that finally makes a keen rupture from you.

it makes megumi groan, raw, from his throat, fingers sinking in deeper.

"i want–" he gets out, "i want to taste–"

"megumi!" you gasp, cut him off, can't even hear him say it, squirming in his hold again. maybe out of further embarrassment, maybe out of–

arousal.

your head spins.

it's made even worse when he removes his fingers from you, suddenly shifts, and before you can protest or move, he's got your shorts and panties off, tossed in a bundled heap. and you're on your stomach, suddenly with your hips hitched up.

"you're gonna make a mess–" you try to warn him again, but you don't think he's concerned much, as he gets his pants down only low enough to free himself. you peek over your shoulder to see his hand stroking slowly over his cock, mouth slackened as he looks at you. his eyes are half wild, a little dazed, wholly enamored.

you feel heat scorch across your face and bury it into the pillow like you might be able to hide.

"i'll–" he swallows, inching forward until you feel the tip slip up against your folds. he groans a little, "i'll clean up after. we can take a shower."

you're surprised he even managed to answer you coherently; often, when he gets that look in his eye, he tends to lose all sensibility. for someone usually so rational, this is the one place it slips from him–or perhaps it's the one place he's able to let go of it. to just feel and be and take in a way he never allows himself to.

he finds reprieve, maybe, in getting lost in you.

you yelp when you feel him push the head of his cock just barely inside, splitting you open slowly. you try to inch away from him out of reflex, but one of his hands clamps down on your waist and forces you back. he can feel you fight him a little, pull against his hold, and you think if he wasn't so gone, it'd make him pause.

but then that hand begins to squeeze and massage, pushing up over your lower back again, moving in slow, firm circles.

"relax," he says, but his voice is tight. like he's a bow string pulled taught, ready to release. he holds himself on a sharp leash, though. he rubs soothingly at your back, works into the muscles with his thumbs, until you're easing up. settling back deeper into your hips, opening yourself up to him in a way that makes him slip deeper inside.

you can tell his restraint is threadbare.

"megumi–" you whimper helplessly, mortified, and needy.

it snaps with a firm push of his hips until you feel his thighs up against the back of yours.

he presses deeper into your lower back with his fingers, flexing, massaging, perhaps forcing you down into the bed and molding you to his hands like a sculptor to their art.

he drags himself out slowly and it makes you keenly aware of the stretch of him, of the way your walls flutter faintly, tender and aching.

you feel like an open wound, a live wire, an exposed nerve.

you hiccup a moan out, mewl into the pillow.

but he keeps the slow and deep pace, easing in and out of you, in and out, until you're arching into it–into his hands, into the feeling of him filling you.

you spread yourself for him more, sink down into it and feel your hips open in a way that brings relief–it gives more of yourself to him. you open for him, vulnerable and shaking, tentative and terrified. and when he realizes it, a sound crawls up his throat, a growl that tapers off into what could be a whine.

his hips snap forward this time and your answering cry sets him off. his thrusts turn harsher, deeper, more forceful. but it feels good, in the depths of you, where your insides are stirring. it feels–

exposing in a completely new way. raw. aching and open for him. 

animalistic—

you can feel the slippery, sticky mess against your thighs, against his navel, the desperate way your body keens towards him now. you arch yourself into a pretty bend just to get more, just feel him root down inside of you, desperate to get him deeper. harder. 

you feel his hand cascade over the arch, appreciative, up to the nape of your neck, around to your throat. fingers hooking around your jaw, and then prying into the heat of your mouth, which you eagerly open for. you close your lips around his middle finger with a tattered groan. you suck sweetly, whimpering behind his finger, eyes bleary and dazed.

when they slip from your mouth, he suddenly hauls you up, so your back is against his chest. your head tips onto his shoulder and he sinks so much deeper that you moan from from the pit of your chest, fingers squabbling for purchase on his muscled thighs.

once you’re this close, he’s got his arms around you, face tucked into your neck, huffing and growling against your skin.

“fuck—“ he spits out, pulling your hips down onto his cock, rutting up into you deep and hard.

“feels so good,” you babble, gasping in between, “you feel so good—it feels so good.”

the praise makes him whine, perhaps with less dignity than he’d like, but he buries his face into your throat. his hand suddenly moves, slips over your abdomen and—

it’s all stained from earlier. 

god, it’s humiliating. its terrifying. it makes your stomach flip sharply, like you’re at the top of the world looking down. 

your blood all over his hands as they slip back down to find your sensitive clit, swollen to the touch and desperate. your blood all over his body. over yours.

“so tight—“ megumi finally breaks, fingers decidedly slow even as his thrusts remain strong and deep, “and wet. and hot. and—“ he catches a groan behind his teeth, “and you needed this, didn’t you?” 

his other hand smoothes over your stomach, flattening out over your where he knows you're hurting so badly, “n-needed me in here, right?” he nips at your ear, tugs it between his teeth. 

he’s seeking reassurance, so you gasp out a yes. yes.

“fuck,” he curses again, low and biting, “thought about this all the time—and you, begging for it—for me—“ 

you can tell by the shakiness in his voice that it’s a horrifying admittance, that maybe he’s pulling teeth to get it out, or that maybe he’s so gone to your body and your walls squeezing tight and the—the blood all over his body. yours. that he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it. 

“wanna—“ he tucks his face away to hide again and you reach a hand behind you to tangle in his hair, to push him deeper into your body, to pull and claw a little. “wanna fuck you through the whole week. want to keep you bare and—and—“

his admittance cuts off into a groan, both yours and his, as his fingers work quicker finally.

as your body tightens and bows against his, mounting pleasure like pressure in the sky before a big storm. electricity under your skin. you’re just going to burst—

your gasp is torn from your throat, shattering so hard you almost curl forward, in on yourself, on your throbbing body, if it weren’t for megumi holding you up. 

the noise he makes is all animal, raw, when he feels your walls pulse and flutter desperately, wildly, deep pulls of your muscles that damn near make his eyes cross.

he reaches between your legs just to feel it, feel with his hands the way you throb deep and hard. can feel it constricting around his cock in a way that you know he won’t last long with.

his thrusts get erratic, rougher, a little meaner. tears bead at your eyes, breath ragged, as he finally buries himself in to the hilt and floods your already aching cunt with soothing heat.

this time he sits back on his haunches, takes you with him, let’s you lean back into the cradle of his body.

your both still panting, ragged, and you’re still shivering with aftershocks that he can feel. his hands twitch and squeeze around your hips.

his thumb digs back into the meat of your lower back, massaging in circles. another pulse makes him huff a little and messily, he plants kisses at your cheek, your temple.

he nuzzles into you like a cat. 

when you speak, your voice is barely a croak, “what got into you?” 

he dots kisses at a bite wound on your neck. 

“i’ve always wanted to do that.” he admits quietly. 

you can’t say you’re entirely surprised now, but—

“always?” you ask, turning your face a little as if you might catch a glimpse of his.

you can see his ears turn pink in the dark. 

he swallows, “yeah.”

and the honesty in it is enough to make heat rise to your own face now.

after a moment, he murmurs, “are you okay?” 

blearily, you laugh, “yeah. ‘m okay. i feel gross.” 

megumi kisses at your jaw, perhaps apologetically, “we can shower.”

“you’re cleaning the sheets.”

“i said i would,” he snips and you feel his teeth in your throat like a warning. “but for now,” he continues, voice low and soft and reverberating against your back, “just stay like this.”

and his hands squeeze again around your waist before slipping between your bodies to massage deeply.

another groan slides from you, honey slow and relieved.

and you have to admit, it feels good, with him still nestled deep inside you, and his hands on your lower back like that.

“want you to come to me from now on—“ he murmurs and it stirs something inside you all over again, “want you to come to me now when you’re hurting like this.”

and he can’t say it first, so you do, “i love you.” 

he turns your face towards his suddenly to catch you in a burning, sweet kiss. desperate man that he is. 

and against your mouth, he murmurs, “i love you, too.”

#megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi x you #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro megumi x y/n #megumi x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #cw blood #cielo's writing #cielo writes #drabble

[firein-thesky]

i finished this play finally now i can (without guilt) work on fanfic again everyone clap LMAOOOOOOO

#kaeya fic……getou fic…….godmaker…….wolfwood drabble….. #cielo rambles!

[uselesssomebody]

miguel o'hara masterlist

** he's so feral dog coded

** all works are x reader

my full masterlist

everything for all fandoms in one place

K E Y

indicators

♜ - angst ♞ - fluff ♝ - smut ♛- personal favorite ♚ - most popular (currently over 100 notes)

text type

⌲ - oneshot ↳ - mini - series ✞ - series │ - drabbles

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

⌲ mi cielo (request) - ♞/♜

summary || in which miguel makes a confession when he thinks reader can't hear him

⌲ 'bring your kid to work' day (request) - ♞

summary || in which the reader and peter b. have a 'bring your kid to work' day at the spider society

#uselesssomebody #masterlist #marvel #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse imagine #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara oneshot #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara angst #astv #miguel o'hara masterlist #oscar isaac #dad!miguel o'hara

[virtie333]

Writing Patterns

tagged by @soft-girl-musings. Thank you! I need to get my nerves settled before I start writing and this should help!

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

I'm going to skip the drabbles and the reposted X-File fics for this one.

Bisque: Poe Dameron walked toward the stairs that led to the front door of the old Victorian house, excitement flowing through him.

While You Were Sleeping: When Rey Dameron opened her eyes, she knew she wasn’t in her bed.

Shameless: “This is not how I thought this day was gonna go.”

Blind Faith: “Breathe!”

El Dìa de le Boda: Poe Dameron looked at his reflection in the mirror, readjusting his bow tie for what felt like the fiftieth time.

Beg, Borrow, or Steal - Part 3: When The Chronicler exited hyperspace and the giant orange ball of Yavin appeared in the viewscreen, Poe Dameron felt his whole body relax in a way it rarely ever did.

She Makes Him Laugh: The Galactic Government Solutions Conference was in its third day, and Rey Skywalker was more than ready for it to end.

Caer del Cielo: Rey Smith looked around the small plane as the people around her got settled. 

Bajo el Àrbol de Navidad: Deputy Poe Dameron sat in his patrol vehicle, a three-year old Chevy Tahoe, staring out into the snow as it fell lightly on the road in front of him

Paint It Black: “Katia?” 

Yeah, I'm not seeing much of a pattern. Which I guess is a good thing. Keep people guessing? LOL

No pressure tags: @my-secret-shame, @coneygoil, @diplomaticprincess, @reallyrallyauthor, @spacecowboyhotch, @ivystoryweaver, @randomfoggytiger, and anyone else.

Sorry if I forgot anyone or if anyone was tagged double: I'm in a post therapy let-down so I'm tired!

#tag game #first lines #fanfiction

[amyispxnk]

A drabble that I'm scared shitless to post ❤️

Note- I am absolutely terrified to post this and I've never written anything before. If it's shit I'm sorry. The voices made me do it.

Summary: Waking up with Javi (SFW, fluff, allusions to some NSFW activities at the end..?)

Javier Peña x f!reader

I haven't watched season 3 and there's like a word of translated Spanish in here but if it's wrong please correct me. Ignore ugly borders (idek)

Noone's gonna copy paste this trash and act like it's theirs but I'm not gonna allow it anyway, my work not yours bae 💞💞💞

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Javier felt her chest rise and fall steadily as she slept, feeling happier than he had in months because of her. Everything was so chaotic before her, Colombia was hell and no matter how many miles away from that place he was, he could never truly escape it. Then she appeared in his life and made everything better. She was like an angel, his paradise, his cielo.

The sunlight shone through the curtains of his room and into Javier's eyes as he blinked awake, sitting up slightly. He looked down and saw his girlfriend still asleep in his arms, looking as peaceful and beautiful as ever. The light fell onto her so beautifully and he looked at her, maybe she was an angel, he thought. She certainly looked like one.

He watched her sleep for a moment, committing the image of her asleep in his bed, wearing his shirt, with her hair slightly messy (but still gorgeous) and her soft lips parted slightly as she slept quietly, to memory before he gently pulled her closer, not wishing to disturb her but still kissing her on the forehead and whispering a soft 'good morning baby' to her.

"Hmm?" She mumbled, stirring slightly and looking up at him.

"Morning cielo." He said in a quiet voice, stroking her hair gently and tucking a strand behind her ear as she sat up, resting against the headboard with her head on his shoulder.

"What time 's it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up fully.

Javier glanced at his alarm clock. "Almost 8." He answered, rubbing small circles into her hand. "You don't have work today?" She replied, a little surprised that he was still here by this time. Normally he'd be in work by now, or on his way at least.

"Nope." He said with a soft smile, still running his fingers through her hair. "I finally got some time off to be with you. To be honest, I missed spending our days together like we used to."

She smiled at his words, before looking up at him again. "So you're off all day, meaning.. we can sleep in?" She said as a smirk creeped onto her face.

"Meaning we can most definitely sleep in." He said, returning the smirk.

She moved to be on top of him, straddling him as she leaned down so her face was no more than an inch away from his.

"We're not leaving this bed for the next 10 hours." She said before finally kissing him whilst his hands moved to take her shirt off.

"Make it the next 20."

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[dameronscopilot]

Happy sleep over Saturday. How about a headcanon when benny and santi help their girl when she couldn't fall asleep.

I'm all up in my feels over this, honestly. So thank you for asking for it 🧡

Below you'll find fluffy solo drabbles for Benny and Santi, courtesy of @dieterbravospr (and then my smutty NSFW Benny x f!reader x Santiago headcanons at the end ✨)

Benny and Santiago help you sleep

Benny

“You should get some sleep, you have work early,” he whispered into your hair as his heavy arm slung over your middle, stopping your tossing and turning in its tracks. You’d thought he was asleep, but of course he was too in-tune with you to let himself rest until he knew you were content. “I can’t,” you whined, your hand gripping his muscular tricep in a gesture of affection, the annoyance at your situation keeping you for anything more. The moment his deep timbre broke into a soft, whispered song, you couldn’t help but smile, sighing at the familiar tactic that had worked every other time before it. He pulled you onto his chest, the rumble of his voice in his chest paired with the steady thud of his heart had you forgetting whatever your mind had been racing with, the gentle graze of his fingers along your spine the final piece to his lullaby. You exhaled in relief as you felt your eyelids going heavy, your face nuzzling into his bare chest as your hands drifted to rake through the hair on the side of his head, his song not stopping until they’d stilled and your breathing deepened.

Santiago

You’d kicked him for the third time in the last twenty minutes, inadvertently, he could see your head whip around to see if you’d woken him after every hit. Of course, little did you know he’d never fallen asleep, he couldn’t with you this on edge. “Mi cielo, what’s the matter?” he whispered into the dark, turning to face your back as you roughly pulled the blankets up to your chin. “Nothing,” you snapped, agitated and exhausted, “Everything.” Santi’s kisses were always hard, intentional, and the one he pressed to your temple before leaving the bed was no exception. He breathed you in, as if he needed to remind himself constantly of the smell of your shampoo, his heavy footsteps receding from the room causing you to whimper in frustration as you assumed he’d given up on sharing the bed with you, opting for a night on the couch to get some decent sleep without you pestering him. But he returned minutes later, softly telling you to sit up as he flicked on the dim bedside lamp, your favorite mug in his hands steaming hot. You took one sip and your face was twisting, this wasn’t just tea, and he laughed through his nose at your expression, his hands pulling you to sit between his thighs before his thumbs began massaging at your shoulders and upper back. Between the booze that definitely outweighed the chamomile in whatever he’d made and his warm hands easing your tension, you felt your eyelids turn to lead as you collapsed back against him. With gentle instruction, he had you back on your side and pressed deep into his chest, his arm holding you close enough for his searing heat to finally ease you to sleep.

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And now for Benny x f!reader x Santiago, courtesy of @dameronscopilot

Content: 18+ NSFW, smut, oral sex, rimming, cum eating, unprotected p in v, creampie, anal sex, slight somnophilia, cockwarming, double penetration, MFM dynamics, MM dynamics

More often than not, your anxiety never fails to keep you awake and restless at night whenever you have something important going on the next day.

Benny and Santiago have grown used to this by now, but given that the three of you all sleep in the same bed, you unfortunately end up keeping them up as well.

They've tried various things to try to help you relax and fall asleep. (Your towel closet is overflowing with a collection of bath bombs and bubble bath scents galore, courtesy of Benny's overindulgent fingers and Amazon.)

But eventually, Benny and Santiago realize that there's only one thing that will truly work: they have to fuck you so thoroughly that you're too exhausted to do anything but sleep when they're finished with you.

Once you get started tossing and turning, Benny will usually pull your back against his chest and rub gentle circles into your back as he glances over the top of your head at Santi. He'll murmur against your hair, "Can't sleep, sweetheart?"

Santi will take that as his cue to begin peppering a trail of kisses along your face, which grow more heated as he makes his way down your neck.

Like clockwork, a small huff and a whine will generally leave your lips as you arch your backside into Benny, whose body can be found flush against yours. He'll groan and slip a hand up under the hem of your chosen oversized t-shirt of the night (stolen from either himself or Santiago), teasingly running a thumb over your nipples.

As soon as Benny begins sliding your shirt off, it never takes long for Santiago's mouth to begin lavishing your breasts.

They both know all too well how wet they always make you, but whenever Benny slithers a hand down into your underwear, he still loves to whisper into your ear, "Baby, you're fucking soaked already."

Sometimes, they like to start off their mission to put you to sleep with Benny sitting up against the headboard and pulling you in between his thighs. He'll spread your legs open wide, hooking them over his own, and run his hands through Santi's curls as the other man explores your glistening folds with his tongue.

If they're feeling particularly adventurous, some nights they'll ease you up onto your knees, and Santi will resume his ministrations on your cunt as Benny works your other hole open with his tongue.

The boys prefer to have you sit back and enjoy on these nights, but after coming down from an intense, white-hot orgasm from both of them tongue fucking both of your holes, sometimes all you want to do is return the favor by swallowing both of their hard, leaking cocks into your mouth at once as your cum slides down the inside of your thighs. (And you can't help but reach down to begin pumping your fingers in and out of your slick cunt when you glance up and see Benny's lips eagerly slotted against Santi's.)

Few things make you cum quite as hard as when Benny and Santi's cocks are both stuffed into your cunt at the same time, so this is always a must for sleepless nights. (The slick slide and tug of Santi's thick shaft against his own, paired with the clench of your tight pussy, has a tendency to milk Benny's balls for all they're worth. Needless to say, there's generally a gratuitous amount of cum involved, which Santi loves to lick out of your hole and off of Benny's dick until you're both whining messes.)

Other times, Benny will grip your hips firmly in his hands as he slides you on and off of his long cock. Eventually, Santi will finish working your ass open with his fingers, and he'll slip his dick past the tight ring of muscle. Nothing puts you to sleep like your favorite boys fucking your ass and cunt in unison until you're screaming as a flood of cum gushes from your hole.

Once or twice, there have been times where you've started to drift off with Santi's soft, spent cock still nestled warmly inside of you. One look at the dribbles of cum sliding out of the edges of your hole and down Santi's balls has Benny's cock stiffening back to attention, though. This leads him to get out of bed and crawl back in behind Santi. Once Benny's hard length has made its way into Santi's ass, Santi's cock will spring back to life, stretching your sensitive walls again. And thus you'll pleasantly return from the edges of sleep to one of your favorite things: the feeling of Benny fucking Santi's cock deeply into your pussy with each hard, panting thrust.

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[moonstone-vibe]

500 words drabble

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The pirate grit his teeth, still trying to free himself from the ropes and having them bite into the skin of his wrists. In the end, all he could do was glare.

"Te voy a matar, maldito hijo de puta..."

Lovino leaned forward slowly, cupping his face with both hands, fingers fanned out, and hesitated for just a split second before dooming himself, dooming them both when he pressed his mouth over Antonio's. At first, only their lips touched, it was hardly a kiss, but Antonio started to shiver, muscles tensing against the restraints, his whole body going taut as a bow. He breathed heavily through the nose, head empty of all thoughts.

He didn't dare move in the slightest; but Lovino did, shifting a little closer, leaning in some more, and his lips moved too, dragging, caressing Antonio's mouth. He pulled away a bit then went for a full kiss, then another, feather-soft.

Antonio didn't respond, and his eyes remained hard even though his blood was rushing through his veins wildly, he was all but burning on the inside.

"Cut me loose, young master," he said quietly, between clenched teeth. "Cut me loose, por que yo te lo juro en la Virgencita del cielo que te voy a matar!"

Lovino grinned and pulled out a long dagger from the sash around his waist, and Antonio could bet all his money that the man had sharpened the blade himself, to absolute perfection.

"I was hoping we could negotiate, actually," he said, toying with the dagger and weighing it teasingly in the direction of Antonio's chest. The nerve of this little bastard.

"Querido, two years ago you robbed all I had and knocked me out, such that for a month I barely had enough food not to die and for more than a year I was the laughingstock of the entire crew. And now you drugged my wine and kidnapped me, and put me in ropes like I'm some ruffian."

"But you are a pirate, senor Carriedo," Lovino observed innocently, raising an eyebrow.

"Si, while you go to church every Sunday with your known and respectable family in somber black clothes and kneel in your pew, when you are actually a thief and a shameless fiend, and there's nothing wicked you wouldn't do! What is there to negotiate with you?! So, you either kill me right now, while you have the advantage, or I will-"

With a shake of head the younger man cut him short, pressing the flat of the blade against the side of his throat and making him flinch.

"Senor Carriedo, de verdad I cannot kill you. I know you swore to kill me, and all I'm asking is that you leave Nonno and my brother out of this. They don't know anything, te lo juro,” he whispered, looking beyond gentle, his large hazel eyes downcast and demure, but the dainty hand pressed the cold steel harder into Antonio’s skin, a mere twist short of drawing blood.

Truth-telling.

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