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hobisfavoritespritecan · 2 years

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Blueberries and Cigarettes

Cliff Booth X Reader

Request by @multifandomfanfic : "Maybe something along the lines of you're a hitchhiker and you meet him after he picks you up from a hitchhiking experience and then you guys like make out in his car."

⚠️ Warnings: Language, drug use ⚠️

The sun was unnecessarily hot today as you dragged your feet along the sidewalk; you were quite a ways away from home. The heat blaring down on your bare shoulders signified you that you were going to be burnt by the end of the day. The sidewalk hurt your feet and your shorts felt especially sticky as you continued towards the open road; your cherry lollipop that you picked up at the convenience store on your little adventure stuck to the roof of your mouth. This summer was brutal.

You passed a couple of signs along the way that were covered with graffiti and dirt. This was Hollywood- home of the stars. Maybe you'd have appreciated it more if it wasn't so grimy. The spots that were uninhabited by celebrities and were filled with the normal working citizens of America were less scenic.

"Hey!" A voice could be heard from behind you and instantly you identified it to be one of the girls from Spahn Ranch. A brunette with large eyes and a tooth gap started making her way towards you with a large jar of pickles under her right arm. Eating one of them herself, she practically throws herself onto you with a smile and a shirt stained with pickle juice.

"Hi." You said, only because you didn't want to be rude. You weren't really a fan of Pussy (the girl, not the thing itself) since she was always a bit more spontaneous and over-the-top than you preferred in a person. She was sweet, just a bit too...

You would've finished that thought, but a pickle was suddenly stuffed into your mouth.

"You like? Stole em' from that place up in town." She said, crunching on another one.

You coughed and took it out of your mouth. "Pussy, I have a sucker."

She laughed with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth and made a similar noise to a hissing cat. Her hair was frizzy now that she had been under the sun and her rainbow top was tied incorrectly behind her neck. These small little things about her made her redeemable in a way.

You smiled. "It's okay, you wacko. Yes, the pickles are good, you should try them with a cherry sucker in the back of your throat too."

She giggled and ran towards the bench just a little ways away from where you were walking. You ditched the candy on the ground and continued to eat the cucumber that was forced into your face. The colorful billboards around you were blinding but extravagant, and you didn't know what sight was more interesting; the colors of the advertisements or Pussy sticking her thumb out at the speeding cars nearby as she drank from the jar. "Asshole!" She screamed at the car that threatened to stop, but made a quick turn and drove off in the other direction.

After what seemed like twenty minutes of sitting with Pussy, a yellow car drove up by the sidewalk and stopped in its tracks. You couldn't really see whoever was behind the wheel, but Pussy looked ecstatic.

"It's Mr. Hawaii!!" She said, and pulled your arm up to the vehicle, forcing you and the stranger to come face to face. He was quite a bit older and very handsome, and he had a nice tan that followed all the way down to the hem of his shirt. Meaning: he was tanned everywhere. And boy, did that leave a nice first impression. Longer hair and sunglasses framed his face as he lifted the lenses above his eyes and rested them on his head. A bright yellow Hawaiian shirt adorned his figure and a cigarette was stuck between his teeth, unlit. To say this guy wasn't the most handsome man you've seen would be a complete and total lie.

"Uh, hey." You said, giving a curt wave. You took notice of how he smiled at you; it was full of warmth and invitation. You blushed, feeling your entire body go hot the moment he flashed his brilliant teeth in your direction.

"Well, hello there," He nodded and then looked at Pussy, "You need a ride?"

Pussy must've noticed how enthralled you were by Mr. Hawaii already, so she nudged you in the direction of the passenger side window and grinned as she saw your cheeks flush once more. "Nope, but they do!"

You mentally cursed the girl but also thanked her because goddamn you really wanted to get in the car with this guy.

"Well alrighty then. Hop in?" He finally lit the cigarette and rested his elbow out the window, looking completely and utterly relaxed. He was so laid back that it almost scared you, wondering if he had any ulterior motives for his car ride. But then again, Pussy wouldn't have introduced you with such excitement if she didn't trust the guy.

You nodded in response and opened the car door, giving Pussy a look saying 'Thank you,' as you sat down. The car radio was playing "Bring A Little Lovin'" by Los Bravos and the familiarity of the popular song put any nerves you had to ease. She shut the door behind you from the outside and grinned, picking up another pickle out of the jar and popping it into her mouth. You were about to say something to her through the open window, but Mr. Hawaii was already speeding away and Pussy had busied herself in flipping someone off from the other side of the street.

It had only been two minutes before the man tried to start a conversation, looking back and forth from you to the mirror. "So, how you know Pussy?" He said with a slight southern accent, something you didn't pick up the first time you'd heard him.

"She's just another hippie from Spahn." You said, looking out at the buildings you passed by. Mr. Hawaii drove pretty carelessly.

"Ah." He said, turning his eyes back to the road. Your eyes caught his hand on the stick shift and a bunch of interesting thoughts ran through your head. You knew you probably shouldn't be fancying him in the way you were, but you couldn't help yourself. "Somethin the matter?"

Oh shit. He had caught you staring.

"Oh nothing! Just looking around your nice car." You said, trying to cover up the fact that you were checking him out. He seemed to accept your answer, but you knew deep down that he was aware of your antics. With that sky smile of his and the cigarette between his lips, you knew you were done for the minute you set foot in the vehicle.

Another moment of silence passes as he continues to drive every which way, effortlessly rounding corners and driving through red lights earning a couple of honks and beeps from other cars. Ironically, you felt totally safe.

"So where'ya heading?" He shook his head, letting the glasses fall down into his face and moving his hair in every which way.

"I'm not really in a rush to get anywhere," you said, now anxious that because you didn't have a set destination that you were wasting his time, "You can drop me off here if you have somewhere to be."

He looked at the watch on his wrist and grinned. "Nah, we can keep goin'," he replied.

You played with the hem of your shirt as you stared awkwardly at your outfit. What to do now? It was probably your turn to start the conversation since he had broken the silence the past two times, yet you didn't know what to say. Luckily for you, he speaks again.

"So," he begins, his little western accent kicking in slightly as he speaks. His mouth was drawn into a smile and he leaned over in the seat, staring at you once the two of you reached a red light. "I know a really great ice cream shop a little ways down from here. We could go if you wanted."

"Sure!" You said, hoping it didn't sound too enthusiastic.

...

The car ride wasn't as silent anymore once you had made it to the shoppe. Picking out a strawberry ice cream while your driver licked away at a blueberry one, you held in your astonishment with the beautiful man before you. Sure, Pussy had forced pickles into your mouth and had annoyed you before but goddamn you were thankful that she introduced you to a specimen as fine as Mr. Hawaii.

"That reminds me," you begin, taking another lick of the sweet goodness, "What's your name?"

"Well, what's yours?" He flashes you that brilliant smile once more.

"(Y/N)." You say while watching his body language. Leaning into the table, he gets slightly closer to you and before you know it, he has a hand by your mouth wiping away the straw strawberry.

"I like (Y/N)." He says, laughing as you get all hot and flustered. "My name's Cliff. Cliff Booth."

You realize that you vaguely remember that name from somewhere, although you can't place a finger on it. Mentally shrugging, you see Cliff go for another bite of his ice cream but fail as he ends up with a glob of it on his nose. Just as he's about to wipe it off, you reach out your hand and do it for him. "Allow me, you helped me out the last time." Grinning, you see his cheeks turn a slight red.

"(Y/N), I'm not usually this blunt but uh...you said you weren't in a rush to get anywhere right?"

Wondering where he was possibly going with this, you nod your head in agreement and give him a quizzical expression.

"Well do you want to make out in my car?"

Nearly choking, you stare at him with wide eyes. There's no way someone as handsome and charismatic as him wanted to make out with you. Especially when you first met via hitchhiking. But something told you this was too good of an opportunity to pass up seeing how eager the two of you seemed. You weren't going to let the insecurities get in the way of this one.

"Uh... Yes?" You said with as much enthusiasm as you could muster in the moment, still being somewhat disconnected that this was the reality that you were living in. He takes your hand and leads you back to the vehicle you would always associate with him after this moment and you both ditch what was left of your ice creams in the nearest trash can. Time seemed to slow as you opened up the door on the passenger side and close it, watching as Cliff gets in the driver's seat. He puts a hand along your jaw, leaning you closer to him as he moves his hand to rest along your thigh.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asks you, noting not only your physical and emotional well-being but also remembering the slightly less average than normal age gap between you.

"Yes, absolutely."

That was all he needed before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours and holding you pressed against his face. He was soft and kind and added very little pressure as he started to loosen up around you and the tight space the car had to offer. It filled you with claustrophobia but the good kind as it felt there was a closeness you wouldn't have been able to reach anywhere else.

"You taste like strawberries and pickles." He says, pulling away from you just to rest his forehead against yours after a while. Sharp deep breaths were heard all throughout the space as you tried to catch your breath, your face a giant smile and your heart a billion butterflies trying to escape your chest all at once. This was where you felt the most at home.

"Well you taste like blueberries and cigarettes, which happens to be my new favorite taste in the world." You say, leaning in for more affection from the stranger but not stranger before you.

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(A/N): I hope this is okay! Again, I'm so so sorry that it took me this long to finish your beautiful fanfiction request but I honestly loved writing every part of this short story.

With love, Panko Shrimp 💛 🦐

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bradpittwh0re · 9 months

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cliff booth icons in Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood(2019) dir. Quentin Tarantino

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risingtripletaurus · 2 years

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risingtripletaurus' brad pitt fic recs

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thats^^ more of a personal indicator for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

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darling brad

bike rides and cigarettes by @hobisfavoritespritecan 🗽

see you later by @all-lit-up 🗽

what it would be like dating brad pitt by @all-lit-up

cliff booth

you're safe here by @tiredbeebo 🗽

dating cliff would include... by @fangirl-imagines

the stuntman and the singer by @companionjones

blueberries and cigarettes by @hobisfavoritespritecan

following all by @darling-i-read-it

sleep

scars 🗽

aldo "the apache" raine

thank you by @motelgirl 🗽

confident by @michelle-is-writing

distance by @mlmxreader 🗽

gift by @mlmxreader 🗽

worried fates by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

warm enough by @michelle-is-writing

following all by @sergeant-donny-donowitz

hey lover

goodnight 🗽

tristan ludlow

creek getaway by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

braided flowers by @darling-i-read-it

joe black

coffee pot by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

enchanted by @darling-i-read-it

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getosbigballsack · 3 months

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sure lol, if you are ok with it

"imagine stoner bf geto being a total munch. obsessed OBSESSED with eating you out and god did is he good at it

if you wrote this, could i request theres no stepcest or blackmail tho?"

𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉

𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑔 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑! 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑒, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑒𝑡𝑐

𝐴/𝑁: 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑. ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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✯𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

There is something wrong with you. You knew that, just by the way you casually strolled out of bed, took a quick shower and once you were done, you dressed yourself in nothing but an oversized zipper coat before grabbing your wallet, keys and your phone and walking right out of your apartment.

It is a Friday night tonight, hence the reason the streets looked so busy tonight. Women and prostitutes alike running after those rich old men cars in hopes to get their cunt fucked for a few dollars to night. Horny men hiding in the shadows just waiting to see a fresh new target for them to pounce on. “Fucking disgusting,” you spat and rolled your eyes at them before walking into the convenience store to buy a pack of cigars.

“Smoking again Y/N?” the cashier or let us say your neighbour asked you.

“Mhm…” you answered as you handed her the cash before grabbing your cigar and quickly walked out of the store to avoid her questioning you any further. You neighbour Akia, she is sweet, and she cares about you a lot but sometimes, she is all too up in your business. Besides, you had somewhere to be right now, and you did not want to waste any time explaining to her why you have been smoking again.

With a cigar in hand, you quickly made your way towards a payphone that was close to the store. You had a habit of using this phone whenever you wanted to call someone who you had no interest in texting. And this guy that you are about to call is one of those guys who you clearly had no interest in giving your number to, despite the kind of relationship you both had.

Once you were inside the phone booth, you pulled out a few coins to insert inside the coin thing before picking up the phone and calling his number, and after the second ring, he picked up. “I’m starting to think that you may never give me your number, princess.”

“Funny, at this point, knowing who you are, you probably already have my number stored,” you said to him. He chuckled. “How did you get my number?”

“I have my ways,” he replied vaguely, and you huffed. “What is it that you want?”

“I want to stop by,” you answered. “I want to see you.”

“You want to see me after you called me a cunt and told me to jump off a cliff and burst my head open?” he questioned and you vividly remember yelling at him last week, cursing him out for being a cunt all because he denied you a bag of weed.

“Well things have changed, and I am not mad anymore. Now are you gonna let me see you,” you asked yet again.

You heard what sounded like a desk being pushed around and him standing up from what you presumed to be his seating position. “I don’t know princess; it all depends on your reasoning.”

You sighed heavily, you were in no mood to go back and forth with him currently. So, you told him the truth, well half-truth. “I just missed you.”

“Is that all?” he pressed on.

You rolled your eyes before saying, “I miss you and I want you to eat my pussy.”

He let out a loud laugh, loud enough for you to hear it rumbling in chest and echoing through the room he was in. “Of course, that is the only reason for you to see me. You just want my tongue in your pussy.”

“Well, that’s the only thing you’re good for currently,” you snapped at him.

“Is that so?” he asked, and you hummed yes through the phone. “If that is the case then, go home. I am quite sure that the toy you have tucked away inside your panty draw would be kind enough to help you out.”

You huffed, your cheeks puffing out as you yelled, “Geto fucking Suguru.”

“I thought we agreed that you’d call me daddy,” he said, cutting you off in the middle of your sentence. He could hear you huffing and puffing through the payphone. His mind rushing back to the many conversations you had with him that ended in you huffing and puffing and he honestly thought it was cute of you to do so.

“Stop playing with me Suguru and just come let me see you.”

He wanted to tease you a bit longer over the phone, but he was not going to be bothering with that, so instead he replied, “I’m at the office.”

“Which one?”

“You know which one,” and with that said you hung up the phone and set off to find his office that was located on one of the most dangerous streets in your area.

Geto Suguru, a thirty-four-year-old man you just happened to meet about a year ago at a club your friends dragged you off too. At first you thought that he was just some rich politician's son, especially after witnessing him hanging around the now famous gifted politician to have ever walked this earth, Gojo Satoru. That was just the kind of vibe he was giving off.

You had no interest in mixing with people from his class, but a drink and a bag of cocaine and molly had you glued to him for the rest of the night. You do not remember much of what happened that night, but you did remember walking up the following morning in a hotel room still dressed in the clothes you had on the night and Geto sitting across from you on a chair casually reading a book.

“Uhm…” you began stuttering in a frightened tone, having just become aware of the circumstances you are in. You were fully dressed still, but who is to say that he did not touch you with your clothes on.

“Morning! Do not look so frightened. We did not do anything. I have no interest in sleeping with girls who are completely intoxicated. Hence the reason I brought you home to sober up.”

“You should've just left me at the club,” you said. He scoffed and waved you off with a flick of his wrist.

“I guess I should have, but I didn't,” is all you could remember from the very brief conversation you had with him that escalates into you arguing with then stranger before he grabbed you by the throat, flung you on the bed and fucked your brains out (consensual of course).

That day marks the beginning of this awkward relationship you had with Geto. It was obvious that he was very much interested in you, but due to his life and the type of work that he did, you had to be very much careful how you approach having a committed relationship with him.

Geto Suguru is what most people would refer to as a king ping, drug lord and most commonly a stoner. You found out about it the very same day he fucked you inside of the hotel. He was just casually having a conversation with the then running candidate for Prime Minister Gojo Satoru about an illegal shipment that was made to the country, and he was getting sick and tired of tidying up Geto's mess. And on that very same day, you saw no less than fifty pounds of tightly wrapped cocaine powder being brought in by a few men that work for him.

Do you remember the part where I mentioned that there was something seriously wrong with you? Yes, that day also proved that fact. Any normal person would freak out if they found out that they wind up in bed with a drug lord, they will even risk their own lives to get away from them, but you oh no not you.

You were intrigued, too excited to see how much cocaine he managed to snuggle into the country and to think that you had access to such luxury, you just knew that you had to hold onto him.

But that came with a price.

When he realised how surprisingly calm you were with the situation you were suddenly placed in, you both struck up a deal. It is simple, you are to be his whore (girlfriend) and in exchange he provides you with all the drugs and money that you need to get on with your daily life.

It is weird, but there is nothing else to it.

It is a complicated relationship, it is not exactly easy to explain the dynamics of your relationship with him, but it wasn't too hard for anyone to see that you both cared for each other and neither of you had any intentions of letting the other one go.

Back to the story. It took you half of an hour to get to that part of town on foot. It would have been a bit quicker if you had taken a taxi, but you did not want to seem all the bit desperate, even though you were.

It has been a week since you last had your cunt fucked and eaten. You became so addicted to his tongue and lips working the walls of your pussy and your sensitive nub. Nothing beats the euphoric feeling of cocaine seeping through your system than Geto's head between your thighs stretching your poor little cunny out with his fingers and tongue.

He is obsessed with eating you out, he even went as far as to say that he thinks he is obsessed with eating you to the point where it almost feels like an addiction. You would even take it a step further to say that he is the reason you are so hell bent on getting your pussy eaten right at this very moment, and just maybe fuck you stupid on top or over his office desk.

Slowly but surely with your hands tucked away in the pockets of your coat, you briskly walked inside the building that was before you. It was not particularly attractive on the outside, but inside told a different story.

The hallway leading towards the main lobby looked like the outside, but once you burst open those double doors, you are met with something entirely different. You had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, white marble floor. Furniture that cost more than your rent and let us not forget the expensive plants and paintings that helped bring this lobby to life.

You would never imagine a drug lord’s office to look this good.

Enough with ogling the building. There was a man sitting at the front desk when you walked in. Messy dark hair, a jagged scar on his top lip, green frosty eyes and he was flashing you the most disgusting smile you almost vomited in your mouth. You recognized him, his name was Toji… yes Toji Zenin. You have met him a couple times at the clubs you would frequently visit with Geto.

“Here to see the boss, little lady?” He asked.

“Hm where is he?”

He grinned, “Upstairs in his office as usual.”

“Thanks,” you said to him as you turned on your heels and made your way towards the elevator.

“Make sure to keep your voice down,” he yelled in your direction.

You flipped him off with a middle finger and followed it up with a loud, “Fuck you,” before stepping inside the elevator and quickly rode it up to Geto's office.

You hated that man, he always had to find something irrelevant to say to you. He knew he irritated you so much, to the point of not wanting to even be in the same room as him.

You might ought to tell Geto to get rid of him, well maybe after he gives you heads that is. The sound of the elevator coming to a stop brought you back to reality.

“Well, here we go!” You said to yourself before taking a deep breath then walked out of the elevator and down the narrow hall towards his office. “Sugu!” You yelled before knocking at the office door. “I'm horny let me in.”

You could hear him laughing and the sound of his shoes clanking against the marbled floor, and he got closer to you, and just seconds later he opened the door and there he stood face to face with you and a big grin plastering his face.

“It's nice to see you too,” he said before stepping aside and letting you walk into his office. “I am busy you see, but no worries, I'm kind enough to spare you a bit of my time.”

You hissed your teeth and rolled your eyes at his statement. “Huh! I think I should be the one saying that.”

“Is that so?” He asked and you shook your yes. He only chuckled and shook his head at you. It is not worth getting into petty arguments with sometimes, even though he found it to be the most enjoyable. “Sit on the desk and spread your legs.”

And that is all you needed to hear before sprinting towards his desk, but soon stopped when you saw a few stacks of cash next to what looked like the white stuff and weed. “Oh Sugu! Are we about to get high?” You turned around to ask him, only to receive a slap on your clothed booty cheek before being pulled towards the desk.

“Not yet!”

“Why?” You asked him as you folded your arms across your chest.

“I thought we had this conversation before. I do not wanna be responsible for your drug addiction,” he said as he rested both hands on your hips, lifted you up and sat you down on the desk. He took a seat in his chair on the table in front of you and then accepted another stack of cash and began counting.

“But you are a drug lord though. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?” You asked.

He rolled his eyes at you. He really had no time to go back and forth with you today. “Did you come here to get your pussy eaten or did you come here to bicker with me. Pick one.”

“No fun!” you grumbled beneath your breath as you hopped off the table to take off your coat and reveal your naked body underneath.

“No clothes?” He asked, having just realised that you had nothing underneath that huge coat of yours.

“I thought you liked easy access,” you teased as you tossed your coat at him, the cigar packet falling from the coat and into his lap. “Shit!”

“Really!” he said while shaking his head. “You really wanna get high and have your pussy eaten huh?” he asked, and you shook your head yes. “Get on the desk. I will give you what you want, after I am done counting these stacks though.”

And with that said, you giggled and hopped on his desk and patiently waited for him to count his stack.

…

You gasped at the feeling of Geto's rough hands on your thighs, pulling your legs apart and resting them both on the desk leaving you bare and open for him to ravish you with his eyes. You are used to this, the way he would eat your pussy up with his eyes, thinking of ways he could have you clawing, curling, and screaming against his tongue.

A shiver ran through your spine the moment you felt his fingers slowly parted your lower lips, his thumb making quick work to gently massage your clit as he leaned his head down a bit from his seated position and licked a stripe through your folds with had you jolting a bit from the intensity.

“Sugu!” You gasped, feeling his rough hands grabbing onto your hips to keep you perfectly still while he feasts upon your nectar. His breath felt hot against your cunt, wet lips gently clasping your clit, sucking the sensitive bud so deliciously it had you tossing your head back, releasing yet another sweet sultry moan from your lips.

Slowly, you lifted your head to take in the sight of such a beautiful man between your legs. “Such a sweet little pussy princess,” he moaned into your pussy as he continued to suck on your clit.

“Ugh!” You moaned, moving your hand from the desk to grip at his soft black hair that formed a curtain around his face, blocking your view entirely. “Ah… Sugu!”

“Daddy,” he said just before releasing your clit to press his tongue into your pussy, swirling and licking the gummy walls. Your dainty hand gripped tightly onto his hair, hips thrusting desperately, riding your cunt into his mouth to get his tongue to thrust deeper. “Be still princess,” he mumbled, sending waves of vibration through your body.

You shook your head no and muttered “no,” fingers grabbing at his hair to keep his mouth pressed onto your cunt. He chuckled against your cunt and used little strength to pull his head away from your dripping pussy. “Sugu… ah!” you screamed; eyes widened in fear as you stared down at your pussy to see two of his thick, calloused fingers tapping at your clit.

“Tsk… Dare to defy me? I said keep still or else you will not get to cum,” he warned before smacking his whole hand on your cunt, your body twitched, and your toes curled from the sudden impact. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes…” SMACK! “Yes Sugu! I will be still,” you cried out. He hummed a bit, a satisfied smirk riding his beautiful face as he lowered his head yet again to continue to feast on your pussy. Your hand found purchase in his hair yet again, slowly combing your fingers through his hair and that earned you a moan. You glanced down at him, the top button on his shirt opened exposing that dragon tattoo on his left pecs. His eyes tightly closed and that tongue of his lapping up your sweet arousal that he enjoys very much.

“Fuck… Mhm hm,” he moaned into your pussy. He loves eating you out, and that was very much obvious to you. He loved being between your plush cute thighs, rubbing his head against the soft heated skin before lingering enduring kisses on each side of your thighs as he stared at your cute, pussy. He especially loves the smell emanating from your creamy pussy that sends his mind into sensory overload.

You are moaning out. Your back arching, legs trembling as Geto brought you closer to your long awaiting orgasm. “Sugu, I’m close,” you cried out. He smiled, eyes finally opening to take in the sight of your beautiful face and must say this is a face he could never get tired of seeing. “I am cumming… I’m cumming,” you cried with a sense of urgency in your voice.

Your hips bucked when he switched up; you could feel his mouth clamping around your clit, sucking the swollen, sensitive bud into his mouth. “You gonna cum in daddy’s mouth princess?” he groaned against your trembling cunt, and you shook your head. You're dripping into his mouth, clit swollen, pussy pulsing desperately for a release.

He’s so messy, all your pussy juices dripping down his chin, and God it’s so hot how filthy he sounded with his tongue and his mouth greedily sucking up your sweet, creamy pussy. “Fuck… Fuck,” you screamed, legs trembling on the desk. His hand squeezed at your thighs, pulling you closer to bury his face against your cunt. He didn’t want a single drop of your cum go to waste. Your chest rapidly moved as you desperately grasped for air. His lips kept moving, and your hips kept bucking violently against his mouth. You were feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure; it had you cumming into his mouth without even realising it.

“Sugu!” you cried, and he moaned as he drank up every bit of your cum. He allowed you to continue to ride out your orgasm against his face until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. “Suguru… Suguru I wanna kiss you,” you said as you pulled his head away from your cunt and tried to pull him up by the head. He laughed and stood up, your hand falling from his hair to cup his cheek and pulled him in for a hot kiss. “I want you… I want more.” you begged.

Your hand hastily moved from his cheek to make quick work of his belt. You wanted him, his tongue wasn’t enough. You need to feel him, and he knew that too. You slide the belt from the tight loops, drop it on the floor before popping open his pant button, pulling down the zipper and quickly yanking his cock from his briefs.

“Slow down princess,” he whispered against your lips, chuckling at how needy you were for him. “Thought you only wanted me to eat your pussy.”

“Change my mind,” you gasped, still messily thrusting, and wrapping your tongue around his as you gently stroked his erect cock. “I want something bigger.”

“That so?”

“Yes… I want it. Please fuck me,” you begged yet again as you pulled your lips away from his, slide your body against the wooden desk until your managed to wrap both your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer until you could feel his throbbing cock poking at your entrance. “Sugu! Please… fuck me.”

“Hm…” he chuckled against your lips. “I’ll give it to you if you call me daddy.”

“Not in a million fucking years,” you mumbled as you continued to stroke his cock while rubbing his cock up against your cunt.

“I’ll take my dick and go then. You don’t need it,” he said as he tried to pull away from you, but you quickly let his cock go and wrapped both legs around his waist and grabbed his shirt to pull him even closer to you.

“Suguru.”

“Daddy…” he whispered.

“Sugu…”

“That's Daddy to you princess.”

You pouted cutely at him because you knew that there's no winning with him sometimes. You swallowed what little pride you had before whispering, “Daddy, can you please fuck me.”

And that's all it took for him to hoist your legs back onto the desk, strip himself from his shirt and quickly lining up his cock with your leaking entrance. “That’s right, you should always call me daddy,” he whispered before thrusting his cock inside your wet warm pussy, pushing against your spongy walls until the tip brushed against your g-spot.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, hand gripping onto his shoulders for support as he pulled out of you and slammed back into your hole.

“I'm so full,” you cried out.

“Full of daddy’s cock princess,” he whispered, kissing the side of your neck while thrusting in and out of you at a rough and fast pace, his cock stretching your pussy deliciously past its limit.

You gripped his shoulders tightly, nails scratching the surface of his pale skin as his thick cock penetrated you deeply, his angry red thick mushroom tip pounding repeatedly at your g-spot. It's not even been a full minute and you feel like you were already about to cum.

“Feeling good princess,” he whispered, and you shook your head yes. “Wanna feel even better?”

“Yes… yes please,” you begged and cried.

He smirked and slowed his thrusting a bit to quickly open his desk drawer and pull a bag filled with pills. Your eyes glimmered with excitement, finally you thought, Geto was about to drug you out and you had no problem with that. You wanted it, you wanted to be high off in ecstasy, experiencing every bit of orgasm he was bound to give you.

You watched him carefully, opened the bag, took a pill, and popped it in his mouth, “C'mere,” he said as he dropped the bag back into the drawer, grabbed both of your hands and wrapped it around his neck.

The next thing you know, his lips were pressed tightly against and his tongue forcefully pushing past your lips to transfer the pill inside your mouth and once that pill was resting comfortably inside your mouth, he began his relentless thrusting.

His cock mercilessly pounding your pussy against the wooden desk. “Oh God… yes,” you cried out, your legs lifting and twitching with each harsh thrust.

You swallowed the pill hoping that it'll take effect soon because with the way you are feeling right now, you knew that deep down the pill would make this experience ten times better.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock and a few pills,” Geto whispered, slightly pulling away from you to wrap his hand around your throat before smiling. He loved watching as you face twisted with pleasure, that gleaming adorable look in your eyes, pleading and begging him to fuel your arousal even more with drugs only he can give to you.

And he was tempted to put another pill in your mouth but wasn't going to do that to you. He cared too much for you to do so. “Oh God, my fucking pussy is about to cum,” you choked out, your head tilting slightly downwards to get a view of Geto destroying your pussy with his massive cock. “Sugu, rub it please… ugh… my clit… please touch it.”

“Ohh, the pretty princess wanna cum?” He choked as his grip around your neck tightened, which caused you to gasp desperately for air. Through all that you managed to nod your head yes at him, spreading your legs a bit wider and bucking your hips to meet his every thrust. “Mhm… well if you wanna cum, then you'll just have to cum from my cock only.”

You threw your head back and let out a loud cry. Geto can be mean at times, always teasing you when you need pleasure from him the most.

“Sugu please!” You begged but he only chuckled before pulling your head closer to his by your neck and kissed your lips. His tongue thrusts past your wet swollen lips, licking every nook and crannies.

“If you wanna cum…, do it with just… my cock,” he whispered. He was pounding you so hard, hard enough to feel your clit rubbing against his pelvic area. Hard enough to make the desk rock violently beneath you. “Cum on you know you want to let it out.”

You could feel it, the blood rushing to your head, the tightening in your core and that heat rising in the bit of your tummy, slowly travelling down to your aching cunt, you were so close to cum. “Ha… ha… ha God Sugu,” you shouted, tossing your head back as you feel muscle tensed, cunt twitching as you cum all over his cock.

“Hm! There it is,” Geto chuckled, watching as your legs twitched and a ring of cum formed around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. “That’s a good princess.”

“More! More!” you cried out, pussy sensitive but still with the way his cock was stretching you out, you wanted more, and the pill still hasn’t settled in yet.

“I’ll give you more,” Geto responded, and just as he was about to pull out of you and flipped you over; the door burst open and in came senator Gojo Satoru, eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.

“Oh fuck!” you said knowing that nothing good comes when Gojo’s in the room and by that we mean, Geto's gonna leave you waiting and dripping all over his desk while he has a conversation with Gojo.

And with you not knowing that the pill he gave you was an aphrodisiac, ah shit you were in for one hell of a torture.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 4.5𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒❤︎

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iamcautiouslyoptimistic · 9 days

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Random Adler Idea...

Ok so I've been into Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood lately because of Brad Pitt's character looking so similar to Adler LMAO and I can't get over Cliff Booth's dog, Brandy

I know people prefer the idea of Adler having a cat, which I love as well, but I also can't get over the idea of him having a super well-trained guard dog like Cliff Booth where all he has to do is click his tongue or whistle and the dog goes into attack mode

It just has such an Adler vibe to me LOL, like imagine him chilling at home on leave or whatever the CIA equivalent is and he's got this big slobbery dog who keeps him company while he's watching TV or working on the house

Maybe one of his neighbors keeps an eye on the dog while Adler is gone and the beast of a canine is only truly comfortable around its owner, which is why they get along so well🥹 he'd definitely name the dog after a cigarette brand like Marlboro or Winston lol

ANYWAY a completely random thought but I'd love to hear what y'all think about it! Feel free to add your own thoughts, I wanna expand on this idea a bit haha

EDIT: Adding this pic cuz I'm in love😭

Also tagging @littlemissclandestine @alypink @diientedegato @mctvsh cuz I know y'all love Adler the same way I do LOL

#mine mine mine #Ren's writing #russell adler #russell adler headcanons #call of duty black ops cold war #call of duty #cod

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Hi! Prompt (angst) 3 & 2 and (fluff) 15 & 16 with Eddie Munson and FemReader. FemReader thinks Eddie is in love and replacing her with Chrissy but in reality Eddie asks Chrissy for advice on how to be a boyfriend because he's never had an actual relationship

This is so cute! I love this idea

I hope you like it! If it's not what you wanted, please let me know so I can rewrite it

“I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.”

“It sucks. Because I want to hate you, but I can’t.”

“Not to be drastic, but I would jump off of a cliff for you”

“I never thought I could miss someone this much”

When Eddie asked Y/N to be his girlfriend about three months ago, she felt on top of the world. She was worried that after months of back and forth, he would never make it official. They had countless dates and never shied away from kissing. She knew that he and Chrissy seemed to be close. She felt insecure that maybe he was playing the field and hoping to see which one he liked more. And now they were officially boyfriends and girlfriends. She has everything she has ever desired, yet it feels like nothing she has ever desired.

She imagined that by becoming official, she would be with him all the time, showing off and falling in love. But it seems he's seeing Chrissy more than ever. Every time they walked to class, his eyes would wander over to her. When they ate lunch, his touch would be on hers, but his mind was somewhere else. And she had a good feeling of why.

Eddie was good at the flirting, the chasing, but he had no idea what to do afterwards. He has no idea where to even start as a boyfriend. He knows he wants to be a good boyfriend, maybe even the best she's ever had, but his mind runs blank when he thinks of how to show that. Romantic dates? The best he could think of was ordering a pizza in a heart shape. Flowers? No idea which events he should buy them for. When does she meet his uncle? When does he meet her family? How soon can he say he loves her? When she says she doesn't want to talk, does she? When she's fine, is she really? Girls and having a girlfriend were two things he never was good at understanding. But when Chrissy and him began to meet up for deals and she was short of money, they agreed on another payment. In return for weed, she had to help him be the boyfriend he wanted to be. This was one thing in Eddie's life he didn't want to fuck up.

Y/N couldn't stand the thought of Chrissy and Eddie alone together. The more time he spent with her, the more she felt unwanted. Her boyfriend seemed to stop caring the second they went official. Almost like he worked for the prize, got it, and left it on the shelf to be neglected. She didn't want to think Eddie was cheating on her, she didn't want to think that low of him. But her brain couldn't come up with any other reasons why he seemed to be replacing her with Chrissy.

She hit her final straw when he ran late for their date. Sweating, panting, and hunched over as he tried to catch his breath. Under a different circumstance she'd laugh, but she didn't feel good about this situation. She had her theories as to why he was late, and it all went back to her.

"were you with Chrissy?" She wanted to make this quick. She was done beating around the bush, ignoring the signs that are pointing to the obvious.

Eddie looked at her confused, "well yeah, we had a deal remember? Anyway do you want to try a different shake or the same one?" He answered as he opened the menu, now sitting across from her in the booth. She hated that he had a small grace on his lips. Mind probably running with Chrissy's face and voice.

"I want to break up."

Eddie's body went solid as a rock but his insides felt like they were melting to his feet. He looked up at her with a crazed look.

"what why?" He didn't understand. They were happy, at least he thought they were. He's been doing exactly what Chrissy advised. He's done the hand holding, the cuddling, the spontaneous dates and picnics. He bought the flowers, he even bought a suit for prom, a tie to match her dress.

"Eddie you just don't seem to want to be with me anymore." It hurts even more to hear out loud. Eddie could see her eyes were watering, her jaw was clenching as she was holding something back.

"that's ridiculous. I of course want to be with you. You're my girlfriend." He wanted to laugh at how crazy she was being, but Chrissy advised never make a girl feel crazy for expressing her feelings. So Eddie held it back, and gave her all of his attention. Eyes boring into hers, his hand was slowly creeping to hold her hand when she yanked it back to her lap.

Eddie couldn't lie, that stung. She never rejected his touch. She was the one who always said, "nothing means more than a simple touch to make a day better." But now he can't even do that? Where did he go wrong?

"stop lying to me! I see it every day, you made the wrong choice didn't you? You picked me but regret it right? I didn't live up to your expectations and now you look elsewhere? It sucks because I want to hate you so bad but I can't. It's so crystal clear you want Chrissy and it's fucked up to drag me along while you chase after her. You are a chaser Eddie, that's all you enjoy. I don't expect a happy ending. I just want an ending, and this is it."

"Y/N that's not what is happening at all, I swear! I don't want her. It's not what you think"

She held a hand to cut him off. She couldn't take anymore lies.

He stopped quickly, he was panicking. Chrissy taught him how to be a boyfriend during the good stuff. Nothing about what to do when she's pissed at you. When she's misunderstanding what's going on. He doesn't know the correct words to say. How to make her tears stop.

She was standing to leave the booth. She's leaving, what do you do when she tries to leave? He can picture Chrissy saying, "chase after her!" So he did. He grabbed her hand and this time refused to let her reject it.

"baby I swear. Sit and I'll explain everything." He could hear he was getting choked up. The sudden vulnerability caused her to look twice.

"I'm sorry Eddie, but I'm not in the right mindset, I just need some space and we'll talk, I promise."

It's been two weeks since she said that. He wanted to be patient and wait for her to be ready to hear him out. He used the time to talk with Chrissy to make sure he explained everything correctly. She even offered to talk to Y/N if needed. He figured that can be a back up plan if needed.

She was upset and angry and she deserved to be. He can see where the misunderstanding took place and it was his fault for never stating what exactly was going on. If he was in her shoes, and she was running off constantly with someone, he'd be suspicious too. He wasn't upset at her but a little bit with himself. A good boyfriend would have noticed the distance and tension. But he was learning and he wanted to prove that.

By the weekend she called. Wayne screamed the phone was for Eddie, and he practically busted an ankle running to the phone. She wanted to meet at the diner, he smiled as he hung up. It was time to win back his girl.

He stopped at the store to buy flowers, chocolates, sweets, practically anything she once talked about liking. He was going to show her he was devoted to only her.

When he saw her it was like seeing her for the first time all over again. She sat in the booth, fingers tapping against the table. She looked beautiful. And he doesn't know if it's because he hasn't been this close to her in weeks but he felt the need to touch her as soon as he could.

He walked over to the table and set down all his gifts. She looked from the gifts to him confused but was cut off when he sat right next to her and kissed her.

She hated how fast she melted into it. She was quick to remember why they were here and pulled away. Before she could say anything he rushed out, “I never thought I could miss someone this much."

She felt it too. She needed space to work on her mind, to be able to fully hear him out. But being away from him caused her more hurt than she expected. She missed him a lot.

"I missed you too Eddie. I talk to Chrissy and I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I should have let you explain in the first place and I'm ready to do that now."

He smiled and began with everything he planned. He told her how he was scared of being a shitty boyfriend. How he needed some advice to do the right things. He was insecure and new to this. She nodded along as he spoke. Feeling a bit more upset with herself for accusing him of something so horrible when he seems to be the sweetest boy she's ever met. Yeah he could have done some things differently and talked to her. But they both made mistakes, and they'll learn together.

He was still ranting with his explanation, the words came out faster than her brain formed them, “Not to be drastic, but I would jump off of a cliff for you."

Eddie stopped mid sentence with a laugh. She laughed along. She didn't mean to say that.

"not to be drastic also, but I'd jump right after you."

Now this is what she desired. Eddie Munson, the perfect boyfriend.

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foolondahill17 · 4 months

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Annual Favorite Supernatural Fic Rec List of 2023:

I bookmarked 66 fics in 2023 (and read…a lot more than that), but only 9 were written/updated in this year of our lord. SMH we gotta pump out more content, friends. Seriously though, I’ve got several more 2023 fic reads in my Marked for Later, but some are still WIPs or I just haven’t gotten around to picking them up yet. I’m sure some (like the much-hyped Lighthouse Keeper AU where there is darkness by the talented quiettewandering [@wanderingcas on tumblr]) will end up on my Bookmarked favs…but, alas, they’ll just have to wait for the 2024 recap.

The list below is in no particular order, barring the first, which has joined the ranks of one-of-my-favorite-fics-ever:

A Cliff That Knew Too Many Tides by luulapants (@luulapants)

E, early series Dean/others, 94,508 words

Partial Summary:

A canon rewrite AU diverging from the events of Some Cruel Tide, in which a shifter disguised as his father used Dean's blind obedience to molest him. By the start of S1, Dean's relationship with his father is more strained, his devotion more intense, and his life consumed by the need to hide the parts of himself he is most ashamed of.

My words:

If you’ve been looking for a gay!Dean manifesto, you’ve found it. Obviously, the subject matter is dark: warnings for past childhood sexual abuse, internal and external homophobia, past suicide attempt, and traumatic outing. It is also beautiful and heart-wrenching and scratches the swollen, itchy, weeping rash on my heart in a way that only the balm of good Dean angst can.

Favorite part:

“I wasn’t acting out,” he blurted.

“What?”

“When I – I wasn’t trying to act out or anything.” Deacon’s presence hovered behind him like an aura, and Dean reminded himself, Don’t rock the boat. Don’t rock the boat.

Dad sighed. The line crackled, and Dean pictured him standing in a phone booth somewhere, probably huddled up against the cold. “Then what the hell would you call it?”

Dean tried out a few words in his head, imagining how they’d sound to Deacon. He ended up with, “I misunderstood. I thought I was supposed to.”

Asterism of an F-Series Ford Pick Up by disabled_dean (@disabled-dean)

M, Destiel, 17,408 words

Partial Summary:

When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly.

Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it

My words:

The way Dean’s PTSD is described in this fic, like a slow, oozing poison that awakens the longer he and Cas travel together, is tantalizing and masterful. Ostensibly, this fic is about Dean and Cas road-tripping to a case. It’s actually about how you, a monster-hunter, can come to terms (or not) with your body and soul when you think you’ve become the very thing you’re spent your whole life hunting.

Favorite part:

"Like everything will be going fine and then all of a sudden I just. Can’t. I can't stand it. And the more fine everything is, the worse it gets and I feel-" he breaks off, eyes on his hands like they aren't his hands, thumb rubbing over and over the ring on his index finger, "It's like everyone else is living this normal fucking life and I'm still back in the pit."

Personal Space: The Final Frontier by botley

M, Destiel, Star Trek AU, WIP, 63,570 words

Partial summary

"Captain's Log, Stardate 10918.8. Captain Ellen Harvelle reporting, First Officer… Castiel… attending. After a month of bargaining with the Gehennian government, efforts to permit a search party within the Rack facilities still proved unsuccessful. Although Starfleet’s orders dictated we tuck tail and leave, I elected to disregard this decision and beam a rescue operations team down for the recovery of Lieutenant Commander Dean Winchester.”

My words:

This fic has been on my rec lists before. It’s still a WIP, but it very unexpectedly posted an update after a 3(?) year hiatus, so I’ll cling to hope until my fingernails leave a bloody, mauled mess. This is basically a Star Trek AU where our favorite Supernatural gang are fucking around in Starfleet instead of the Midwest. Fantastic stuff – worth the read even if it does remain unfinished.

Favorite line:

"Dean made a face. Castiel decided the man was hideous."

Receding by minkmix

T, early season gen, 38,729 words

Summary:

After a visit to an old, abandoned theme park in the desert, Sam begins to notice strange lapses in Dean's memory. As his brother starts to disappear before his eyes, Sam must rush to find an answer before there isn't anything left to save... My words: A Lucky Charms fic if I’ve ever read one. Delicious, crunchy marshmallow goodness of some fantastic Dean!whump and panicked caretaker!Sam with the solid undercurrent of slightly sweetened amalgamized oat and corn cereal of a solid case fic. Yum.

Favorite part:

“Sammy?” Dean cut him off.

“W-What is it?”

“What’s Dad’s name?”

Sam’s chest heaved as he fought himself from sounding as stunned as he felt.

“John.”

Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel (@kelstiel)

E, Destiel real-world AU, 174,096 words

Summary:

Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

My words: A solid, old-fashioned romantic AU. It’s unpretentious, fluffy, heart-warming, authentic and the kind of could-have-been-a-novel goodness that makes up the heart and breadth of fanfiction. Warning for infant illness and death (not Jack).

Favorite part:

"I know they say there’s a chance, but I’ve just got this feeling .” She shook her head and looked down for a moment. She looked up again and took a deep breath as if steadying herself. “I wish I could see you grow up.”

five minutes to six by saintedcastiel (@saintedcastiel)

M, Destiel real-world AU, 23,383 words

Summary:

Castiel Novak has been the co-host of Good Morning, Lawrence! for a little over ten years when he stumbles across the story of a lifetime. But after a producer pulls the segment and tells him to forget it, Castiel begins to wonder who's really pulling the strings. Can he bring the truth to light while somehow managing to keep his co-host, and the man he loves, in the dark?

My words: Another Goddamn quality AU. This one is a little quippier and fast paced than the Hospital AU above, but it’s full of fantastic characterization and even a last-minute breaking and entering romp. Fun that’s perfect for the whole family!

Favorite part:

“Been asking you out all week.” Dean tells him, and Castiel realizes all at once he’s right.

“Oh my god.” Castiel laughs. “You have.”

This Is Not My Beautiful Wife by luckshiptoshore (@luckshiptoshore)

T, Destiel, one-shot, 4,755 words

Summary:

“Dean,” says the man again. “This isn’t real. You need to come with me, now.”

Dean’s been zoning out again. But he can’t escape the feeling that something’s very, very wrong … and wherever he goes, a strange man in a trench coat follows.

My words: You gotta love the Djinn dream trope. This one has everything you want in a caught-in-a-fake-reality-while-your-lover-pleads-for-you-to-return-to-the-waking-world story, plus an extra dash of on-point characterization and some truly imaginative scenarios for Dean’s alternate realities.

Favorite part:

“We could look into adoption,” says Cas. “If you’d like. Of course we could also simply take a child, but I think that’s frowned on."

we really shouldn't be doing this by LoversAntiquities (@tragidean)

E, Destiel, 17,138 words

Summary:

After Castiel goes missing for a week, Dean finds him in an abandoned cemetery in the middle of nowhere Kansas, suffering from a mysterious welt. Only, as the hours go on, the deeper the curse grows—and Dean finds more than he bargained for, namely on every surface he and Castiel can find.

My words: This is more straight-up (not straight) porn than I usual rec, but this is a fantastic take on the from-sex-to-love fic where everyone was already in love to begin with. There’s a hefty sprinkle of idiots-to-lovers and sex-curse. Also angst, which is my bread and butter.

Favorite line:

Castiel stares up at him, his eyes gone soft, hooded. Dean thumbs over his eyelid, just to watch it flutter shut. “I’m not solely interested in you for your hands, or your mouth. They are wonderful attributes, but I don’t long for them so much as I long for you.” He leans into Dean’s palm and kisses the center. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but it would take the death of the universe to get me to stop.”

Postpartum Prometheus by babbyspanch, saltslimes (@dragqueenpentheus @nifedick)

E, Destiel, technically mpreg, WIP, 18,959 words

Summary

Welcome to the Supernatural renaissance. Welcome to Castiel and the terrible naissance.

My words: warning for the fact that this is technically an mpreg fic even though Castiel is an angel and not really a man. Warning, also, because this is another WIP that hasn’t been updated since the beginning of the year, so I don’t know if it’ll be finished. Basically, Dean and Cas bump uglies to unexpected results. Cas kinda freaks without telling Dean he’s his baby daddy. He also yanks out his intestines so said baby can be nice and comfortable in there. Funny and angsty.

Favorite part:

“Are those—?”

“Yeah.” He waves his hand at the door again, starting to feel like one of those used car lot inflatable men, limbs akimbo. “A total murderer looking guy just bolted that way. And not like— the regular murderer-looking people who come in.”

“And he left his organs.” Dennis thinks a moment, and then shrugs, as if this isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever seen. He’s been working here longer than anyone Henry knows, maybe it isn’t. He opens his mouth and Henry can’t help hoping some miracle plan of action is going to fall out of it. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Um. What?”

“I don’t want to offend you.” He pauses, brows furrowed. He rolls Henry’s cup over in his hand. “What is a ‘FABINISTA’?”

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tsams-confessions · 11 days

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My fellow S.A.M.S peeps forgive me, for I have sinned……….i never got that attached to Solar…..

I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT!!! HE SEEMS LIKE A CHARACTER I WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE IN EVERY ASPECT, BUT I JUST NEVER GOT SUPER INTO HIM AND I DONT KNOW WHY!!!!!

don’t get me wrong, I like/liked Solar, but he never got into my top 3 AND I DONT KNOW WHY DAMN IT!!!

It’s not that I don’t want to like the same character that everyone else likes, because I love Lunar, and we all know how we feel about lunar. And it’s not that I can’t get unhealthy attached to characters in this show, because I absolutely love Castor and Pollux (tho that might just be my inner space science fiction loving child screaming inside of me), and I would feel like my heart had been thrown off a cliff if they ever died. SO I JUST DONT KNOW WHY I DONT LOVE HIM!!!!!!

So I got confused at first when the timestamp people in the comments would specifically timestamp when Solar came into frame and say: “oh hi Solar!” Or “oh hey look, it’s Solar!” Because I liked him, but at the end of the day I never really saw him as more than a compromise with the fans on a “eclipse redemption arc”.

And I felt bad for Solar when he died, and especially bad for sun and moon after he died, but what made me mainly feel bad was the effect that his death had on others, rather then being one of the ones who was effected by his death. And I knew the fans would be sad, BUT IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I HEAR THROUGH THE GRAPE VINE THAT ON THE HELL SITE KNOWN AS TWITTER.COM THAT DAVIS WAS GETTING DEATH THREATS OVER A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.

LIKE……. Y A L L . . . I KNEW YALL LIKE SOLAR, BUT FOR A FEW PEOPLE THREATEN A CREATOR WITH DEATH OVER HIS OWN CHARACTER IS A MARIANA TRENCH KINDA LOW…….

So I know that this confession was supposed to be so I could express my confusion about me not liking Solar in this online fandom confession booth, but I’d also like to say as someone with a clear mind and no bias towards Solar: let Davis do whatever the fuck he wants. I know that you guys really want him back, but at the end of the day, Davis birthed this show with his own hips, so unless it’s genuine criticism of the show, let the man do whatever the fuck he wants with it and not peer pressure him into bringing Solar back.

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams #tsams confession #< block this if you dont want to see these #mod 1blood

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Five Times You Flirted With Wrecker, And The Time He Flirted Back - Ch 6

< Chapter 5 | This is the end >

Author's Note: Final chapter! I hope you enjoyed my silly snapshot fic that was a blatant excuse to write a ton of thinly strung together fluff and some smut.

Summary: Of course out of all the clones in the galaxy to fall head over heels in love with, you pick the one that just thinks you’re doing a flip.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Story-wide Warnings: This chapter is NSFW, Fluff, Shy!Reader, Friends to lovers, Awkward flirting, Pining, one instance of a drunk clone being a little pushy but nothing extreme, Reader is too shy and Wrecker is too oblivious, Reader is vaguely one or twice described as being ‘nerdy’ but no details, Size difference, Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex, Vaginal fingering,

Word count: 5399

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"Wrecker; Stop it. I can hear you thinking."

Wrecker leans up just enough to look across the room at Hunter, who has his face pressed into the pillow while laying flat on his stomach.

"Sorry."

Hunter doesn't respond, so Wrecker lies back again. The room is silent, apart from the humming of the climate controls, and someone thunking around in the barracks adjacent to them. He tries to stop tapping his foot or making any of the motions he’d been previously, that had tipped Hunter off that he was still awake.

It's after a long night at 79's that had continued after you'd left that Wrecker is now stuck in his bunk, the blankets wrinkled underneath him and he stares up at the ceiling above his head. One hand cradles the back of his own head, while his face twitches in various emotions as he goes through his own thoughts. Gods know he has plenty of them at the moment.

Wrecker hated the way that reg had talked to you. At you, more like. From what he had managed to overhear, it just seemed like he and his squadmates wanted a warm body to sit in the booth with them all. They just wanted someone to gawk at, and were too drunk to think of anything else.

You're so sweet and kind, you deserve someone that'll treat you like such. Someone like that reg should be lightyears away from you; And you should be talking to him instead. He knows it’s impossible, and that he shouldn’t, but he just can't help but be greedy when it comes to you. He steals every spot closest to you to sit down in, bribes Hunter or Crosshair for their portion of the veg he knows you like so he can give it to you and watch the way you smile and thank him. Every spare moment you have he wants, he wants to gather every single glance you take and song you hum and keep them all to himself. He still has one of them stuck in his head, humming to himself.

You're his smart girl, and even if he knows that Tech is technically smarter in every way, you two are nothing alike. He probably wouldn't like you nearly as much if you were. You don't talk to him like he's stupid; You say every word with that sweet little smile as you explain to him the things you love, or what you know about the things he loves. The moment you asked him to show you how a detonator worked, you two were fumbling around together for hours.

He wants to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, your mouth; Do so many more things that keep him awake in the middle of the night.

Wrecker knows how love is supposed to feel, despite the Kaminoan’s stifling, and he knows he's in love with you. He's so in love with you it hurts; It feels like falling off a cliff but if this is what falling actually felt like, he wouldn't mind taking a dive.

He just doesn't know how to say it. Tech isn't any help; These aren't the kinds of words he's good at. You're probably good at them. You could probably tell him a million different ways to say it and still have some to spare, and he imagines each of them falling from your soft lips like a-

"Alright,"

Wrecker perks up at hearing Hunter's voice again, looking over to see him throwing his legs off the side of his bunk. That catches Crosshair and Tech's attention too; Crosshair leaning outward to look around the bunk divider at Hunter while Tech rubs his eyes and tries to find his goggles. Echo’s already been awake for awhile at this point, so he's already alert when thing start shuffling around.

"Tomorrow is still shore leave, right?" Tech is pulling on his googles, adjusting them as he speaks.

"Yes; Until 20:00 Coruscant standard time." With that information, Hunter looks at Wrecker and points.

"Get up."

Wrecker leans up in his bunk, sliding his legs off the side but not standing yet.

"W- What?" Hunter points towards the door.

"Get up, get your things, and go to her. This whole thing between you two has gone on long enough,” Wrecker’s speaks over him for a moment, “Thing?” But Hunter doesn’t acknowledge it. “It’s getting ridiculous." Wrecker leans forward hands on his thighs, feeling under the spotlight with how his brothers are looking at him.

"And do what?! It's the middle of the night!"

Crosshair slips fully off his bunk, feet softly hitting the ground. Only in his blacks his short grey hair is cooky and flattened in odd places; The closest one with such short hair could get to bedhead.

"Here's what you do: You go there, and you kiss her.” Crosshair makes an amused ‘tch’ sound while leaning against the wall. “Or you just tell her you don’t like her and to stop getting her hopes up." The ladder half of his sentence has Wrecker instantly to his feet, yelling far louder than he really should be this late at night. The troopers next door can probably hear him.

"Like hell I’d say that!" Crosshair rolls his eyes.

"Well then you have your answer to your question now, don't you?"

Wrecker does; He always had, and so grabbing his armor he pulls on enough of it on, quickly gathering it up as Echo rubs his sleepy face and mutters.

"Is any part of your guy's lives that is not a mess?"

Hunter responds, though Wrecker doesn't hear it because he races out of the barracks, leaving the rest of them to finally be able to sleep. At least Hunter. How he manages to sneak out isn’t their problem for the rest of the night, unless he ends up in the brig again.

Sleep is nice, especially when you can get it with the knowledge that you can oversleep in the next morning. At least unless something comes up, that is.

Though the thing that ends up coming up isn't a call from your boss or some sort of other nonsense, nor is it when you'd expected it to be; As a sudden whamming on your door retches you from your sleep enough for you to yelp. When it doesn't stop, you quickly slip from under the covers and grab the robe that’s laying on the end of your bed, nearly stumbling as your blankets tangle around your legs before rushing to the door. You try to avoid stomping towards it, but you really can’t help but clench your fists as you approach.

"What is the deal?! You couldn’t wait till-" You press the panel to unlock and slide open the door, only to be face to face with-

"Wrecker?”

You can almost see the way the bump on his throat bobs as he swallows, silhouette overtaking most of your doorway.

“What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!" He almost seems to shy away from you for a moment, standing tall with his fist still partly raised from knocking.

"I uh, I had something I wanted to say."

He almost looks shy, you think, his eyes glancing at you before looking away and smushing his lips together nervously.

You can never say no to him, not that you were planning on it to begin with.

“Here; Come in before someone figures out who made all that noise.” Stepping out of the way you let him inside, closing the door and locking it behind him. You hope you don't get a noise complaint from your neighbors in the morning, however, given how loud he’d knocked.

As he passes by, you attempt to adjust the way your robe is laying over your night clothes, the lights from the Coruscant skyline bleeding through your windows illuminating the both of you. There’s a pretty good chance you know the reason why he’s here, covering your mouth to yawn before you speak.

“If it’s about earlier at 79’s, I promise that trooper didn’t hurt my feelings or anything, if you’re still worried.” Wrecker shakes his head, stepping closer to you.

“Nah, that’s not it.” You figured that would be it, so his sudden appearance stumps you. There hasn’t been anything else worth racing to someone in the middle of the night to get to, at least that you know of.

"So if that isn’t it, then what did you want to say?"

Wrecker is quiet for a moment, muttering and rubbing the back of his neck.

Either kiss her, or tell her you don’t like her.

Suddenly he steps forward and leans down, cupping his large hands around your face and yanking you to him. His lips press against your own, noses colliding as your hands raise up with no idea where to land. Before you managed to remove them from being frozen in the air, Wrecker pulls away from you and mutters:

"I... I really like ya. A lot."

That's certainly a way to put it.

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you try and figure out what you could possibly say back to him. You have to say something, the way he’s looking at you is so expectant.

Yes! Yes yes yes yes!

The words don't come to mind, not any that will really matter, so you just settle for kissing him again, and hoping it gets the point across.

It certainly seems to, if the way his hands tighten around your face are any indicator. Your arms wrap around his neck as if to pull him almost impossibly closer, making up for the uncountable number amount of times you've wanted to feel this. It had just been building up and building up to the point that one day you might've just shouted it at him, and ran away from the consequences.

But you didn't have to do that anymore, you had him right here.

He pulls away from a moment to catch his breath, and your lips try to follow him. You already miss him; He isn't even gone yet but you know he will be, and you just don't know when or for how long.

"Please don't tell me you have to leave now." You whisper it against his lips so quietly you almost don't hear yourself say it, but thankfully Wrecker does.

"Why?" You lean back just enough to stare at him with a shocked expression, your hands gripping his armor tight.

"You weren't seriously going to kiss me like that and then just leave, were you?" Wrecker's hands leave your face, and instead rest on your waist.

"You want me to stay the night?" You nearly yell at him."Yes!"

Wrecker almost lets out a laugh at how dramatic your voice sounds, but instead of doing so, his hands drift downwards to cup your ass and easily lift you off the ground. You let out a squeal you have to quickly cut off, wrapping your arms around Wrecker's neck and your legs around his waist. It’s not like he’d dare let you fall, but it’s still a force of habit.

Now at a much more even height with him you can easily kiss his cheek, moving inward towards his lips as you mutter against his skin where to go.

"The second door," You have to turn one of your feet inward tot avoid hitting it against the doorway as he squeezes into your bedroom, carrying you like you way absolutely nothing at all. He sets you down onto the bed with a gentle toss, watching the way you bounce onto it before laying splayed out on your back.

It's not much of a secret to admit you've had more than a few dreams about him manhandling you, but it's something else entirely to have him actually do so.

The fabrics of your nightdress and robe flow around you, thighs pressing together as he stands in front of you.

"Kriff, you look beautiful." It's not long before he follows you onto the bed, having to spread your legs quite far apart so he can slip between them and lay against your body. He feels so heavy, and even if he's removing some of said weight by frantically peeling off what pieces of armor he'd put on during the trip here, he still is almost suffocatingly large.

"If I knew you were coming over, I might've put on something a bit nicer..." Wrecker's got all of his upper body armor off, each piece hitting the ground with a hideous 'clang' as one hand stays on the outside of your thigh. Almost as if keeping you there with him, while the other tries to awkwardly remove the rest of his armor.

"This isn't nice?" He sounds almost baffled, seeing the way you're wrapped up in your comfortable nightclothes that are more than a little worn in. It takes a moment to shrug off the robe, slipping your arms from it and leaving it behind to eventually slip of the bed and onto the floor.

"I could've gotten something that matched your armor; Like red and black?" Wrecker throws away the last piece of his armor away, it hitting the floor and bouncing somewhere.

Now that is a thought that Wrecker will keep safely tucked away in his head for later use, absolutely.

"Kriff, don't say stuff like that."

The frame of your bed groans underneath his considerable weight joining your own, as you scoot back enough onto the bed proper to make room for him. The entire time he stays touching you, one hand following the entire way and slipping underneath the fabric of your nightdress. He pushes it upwards farther and farther, until your underwear is visible. They don't match, but underneath his stare you can't help but feel your thighs tighten around his legs as he kneels between them.

"You uh, might have to show me the way a bit..."

As if you’d ever mind, a hand drifting up his arm. You kind of expected to; Given circumstances.

"Don't you worry, big guy."

His chest presses against your own as you tug on his shoulder so he leans down, hearing your silent request when he presses them against yours. Your tongue brushes across a little scar spotting his bottom lip, hearing him moan into your mouth.

One of your hands starts drifting downward to try and slide off your underwear, pushing at the side and attempting to wiggle them down your thighs. It's awkward and unproductive, and eventually Wrecker pulls his lips away from you with a soft ‘pop’ so he can help; Your legs pressing together and raising up into the air as he grasps the sides and slides them off. He catches a glimpse of your pussy when he does, and it's impossible for his cock to not twitch against his thigh. Even more so when your legs lower, spreading around his.

"Want to give me a hand?"

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, feeling as his hand slowly drifts downwards. He takes his time, fighting against your impatience as his fingers leave trails of sensation on your inner thighs. They drift around, either hesitantly or teasingly as he circles close but avoids the area you want him to touch most.

“Wrecker…”

You can’t quite utter the exact filthy things you want him to do to you, but if he teases you much more, you just might.

It’s not much longer you spend in sweet suffering however, as his fingers gently brush against the outer lips of your cunt. You look up at him and see his hooded eyes watching you, before looking down and seeing the way his fingers suddenly become slick as he slips his fingers between your folds and rubs against you. Most of the noises you make get caught in your throat, and come out as short little gasps and whines. You hadn’t realized you were really this sensitive, or perhaps it’s just because it’s Wrecker.

You unconsciously attempt to close your thighs, but Wrecker's wide form makes it impossible to do so. So your hands grip the sheets instead, feeling his fingers rub against you as you whine from that empty, begging ache. You keep trying to move closer to him, hips wiggling around.

"You're so impatient," Wrecker jokes, his deep chuckle hitting you right in the chest.

Gods, this man just isn't fair.

"Should I be sorry for wanting you so mu- oh gods," He slips a finger inside of you just as you speak, your own gasp suddenly cutting you off. The sudden swear makes him stop, glancing over your face. Wrecker knows he's quite a bit larger than the average, and doesn't want to hurt you.

"You ok?" He barely even gets a chance to second guess before you beg him, hand reaching downward in case he dares to try and pull away. "Yes, Yes keep going, Fuck..."

Reassured, his movements pick up again, finger slowly pumping in and out. You feel so warm, coating his fingers and even some of his palm with how wet you are for him. Only when you’re relaxed and muttering swears and pleading for more does he dare to try a second finger, his cock throbbing at the way you writhe in front of him, for him, and you let out a gasping moan. It feels amazing, but he's being so, so careful. It's sweet, but you want to reassure him.

"You can be a little rougher, big guy." He's touching you like you're made of glass, barely able to be handled. You know he does have to think about how strong he is sometimes, but he doesn’t need to overdo it.

"Oh yeah? Like this?"

His fingers suddenly press up into you as deep as he possibly can, and you let out the cutest little noise of surprise. They pump in and out of your cunt faster, and when he curls his fingers his palm rubs against your clit accidentally and your hand darts out to wrap around his wrist and keep him from moving away. Your hips keep twitching upwards, stomach in knots as Wrecker manages to make your cunt make the most obscene noises.

Wrecker’s had more than a few dreams about this, but none beat having you actually underneath him like this. You're slopping all over his hand, over yourself, toes curling and biting your lip as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. His hand is already so much, but in the best possible way.

And if Wrecker is, proportional, you want to be more than ready for him.

You can occasionally feel his covered cock brush against your thigh, and his hips stutter in an uncontrollable motion to feel more. His free hand is supporting his body, resting by your ribs and pressing into the mattress. You’re almost completely hidden in his shadow, the lights from your window just barely illuminating the both of you.

"You’re so wet beautiful, this feel good?"

He watches your face, loving the way you look up at him. "Yes, Yes, just- just a little more..." You're so close, back arching upward when his large fingers brush against that perfect spot inside of you. Your hands keep gripping his wrist, palm grinding against your clit before suddenly you’re seeing stars; Hands grasping at him so tight as you cum on his hand. Your heart is racing, thighs tight as they stay forced apart by his body. Your heart feels like it’s trying to force itself from your ribcage, the muscles in your lower body spasming.

You're going to end up getting addicted to him, if he keeps treating you like this.

When his fingers slowly pull from you, it's impossible to not whine at the sudden emptiness, body still hungry for more. Though you don't have very long to wait. With both his hands free he finally pulls off his bodyglove, awkwardly peeling it away you can see how hard he actually is while he does so; instead of just feeling him when he brushes against your thigh. You can see the tip of his cock is already leaking and surely has stained a small part of his blacks, hot and heavy as pulls you close and his cock flops against your pubic bone.

You were right to be a little nervous about his size, needless to say.

But given your crush on Wrecker you've always had eyes a little bit too big for your stomach, so that's not going to stop you in the slightest. You'll figure something out if he doesn’t quite fit.

Wrecker went ahead and tossed his bodyglove aside with the same lack of regard he did his armor, making a mess of your floor. Not that the thought stays in your mind for more than a split second, moaning as he leans down far enough to brush his lips against your neck. One of his hands grabs your ass, lifting your hips just enough that it angles you just right while the other grasps his cock.

"Go slow,"

You say, a moan caught in your throat just as you feel him prod at your entrance. Wrecker listens, nervously feeling for your body tensing in pain. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, especially like this. Just as the head of his cock pops inside of you, you let out a gasp as your body attempts to accommodate him.

“Oh fuck, go very slow,”

It's a snug fit, but with patience and oh so slowly you manage it; His own larger hand having prepared you better than your own might've. He hears the way your making so many cute little noises, and each one wants to make him just burst right then and there. He barely moves, only little motions mostly made in response to you, as your hips wiggle around desperate for more.

“Kriff,” Your cunt is so tight around him it feels like he’s being choked. “I’m gonna ruin ya.”

The idea isn't based in reality, but the thought of Wrecker fucking you hard enough to only want for him, to have left his mark on you, is more than erotic enough to make up for its lack of sense.

"W-Wrecker, move," He listens slowly, feeling your hands around his shoulders and grasping his neck. The width of his body is so wide it spreads your thighs far apart, gasping as he thrusts back slowly into you. His hips gently smack your thighs, filling the room with the sounds of skin on skin.

"You still good?" He asks you, his voice surprisingly soft. You can feel his stubble against your cheek, as you bite your lip.

"Yeah, you're just, a lot." He accidentally jerks his hips into you a bit faster than normal and you gasp when he grinds against you. "Was worried 'bout that..." Your thighs tighten around him as his hand grips your ass harder, keeping you angled just enough so he can bury his cock into you almost impossibly deep. Nothing has ever reached there before and you didn’t even know it was possible, at least not without pain.He brushes against such a spot inside of you that it has you tightening around him and moaning, begging him for more.

But he still stays slow, fucking you at a languid pace that soon isn’t overwhelming you any longer, and you feel like tempting fate. You can take more of him, you want more of him. So much more.

"I, you can go a little harder," The moment you say so Wrecker snaps his hips up into you hard enough that you see stars, burying himself to the base as you gasp and your nails scratch his skin.

“Sure you can handle it, pretty girl?”

His voice doesn’t sound nearly as hesitant as it had before, teasing you before he leans back enough to view your entire body. Both his hands grasp you hips, pulling you onto his cock not hard enough to be considered rough, but enough so that he’s grunting and his chest heaves with his breathing.

"Holy-" Your chest moves underneath your disheveled nightdress, and you can just barely hear the headboard of your bed creaking from the strain. Any harder and he’d be knocking it against the wall. "Gods, it feels like you’re in my stomach," Your legs are split so far apart they can really only flop useless as he fucks you, grasping at the sheets and blankets that lay wrinkled underneath you.

"Yeah?" His voice shakes just a little; Quite clearly liking they way you comment on your difference in size.

You knew he always thought you were small and would toss you around every which way, but now you realize their might've been an undertone there you'd been previously missing.

Not as if you're complaining, a gasp getting caught in your throat as his cock brushes against sensitive nerves, further making your stomach tighten and clit throb.

You just need that little bit more, that extra bit to push you over.

Your own hand drifts downward to slide against your clit, but his hand takes the spot before you have a chance to. It's impossible not to gasp as you feel his fingers firmly press against you, fumbling awkwardly but learning.

"Kriff," Wrecker hisses in pleasure from the way you suddenly tighten around him, the sounds of you moaning music in his ears as you cum. Wrecker slows, feeling your body tensed so tight he barely can. Even if pace is uneven, hands gripping you harder than he'd been, he’s still attempting to be gentle.

Next time you'll plead for him to drive you into the mattress with all his strength, but after tonight, you're more than tired as he brushes against overstimulated nerves. His brow is set tight and his hands are leaving little dents in your skin, pulling you onto his cock as he’s so desperately close.

Wrecker suddenly pulls out, and in your window of opportunity you attempt to lean up, reaching forward to grasp his arm and give you leverage. Your other hand pushes his off of his cock, wrapping around him and gently sliding up and down. He can see in-between your bodies, and the sight and feeling of your smaller hand on him has him almost instantly cumming on your stomach and hand, hearing the way his teeth grit together as he groans. He’s stringing together swears mumbling under his breath, so mushed together they’re barely audible.

“I can barely get my hand all the way around you…” Your observation makes him groan helpless as your fingers brush over the head of his softening cock as you pull away, feeling his cum on your fingertips.

When you'd gone to bed tonight, you really hadn't expected to end up here, not that you're complaining. Wrecker's body always seems to run hot, though it does even more so now, as your body leans against his.

"You picked quite the time to visit, Wreck."

He looks away from you and towards the doors to your patio, seeing the warm light just start starting to pour inside. Neither of you had realized it was that late, or that much time had passed.

He knows that he should feel guilty about slamming on your door in the dead of night and waking you up, as you're still currently half dressed in your night clothes, but he can't help it. Especially now that he has your nearly naked body in his arms.

"I didn't like leaving you alone after what happened at the bar, and..." Wrecker rubs his cheek. "I wanted to check on ya. Hunter convinced me to just come here now."

Well, he certainly did...

"Even if it's the middle of the night." You wince, having looked to the side and seen out the window. You gently smack his chest.

"Lay down; I’m gonna clean up and then let’s get some sleep before it's too bright outside." Wrecker can't disagree, mostly because he actually hasn't gotten any sleep at all tonight. When he was trying earlier after coming back from 79’s, he was too restless to get even a wink. He might be used to spending days without sleeping when deployed, but it doesn't mean he likes doing so.

He also doesn’t like when you leave him to clean yourself up, looking into the mirror and seeing the way your face looks so tired, but also content. What a turn of events this night ended up being.

The moment you return to your bed and slip in, you push him around so that you can lay your head against his arm, using it as a pillow while he uses the actual one. It's more comfortable for you, and he's so damn warm especially with his arm around you. He laughs at the way you so easily do so, and he allows you push him around with no complaints.

“Comfortable?”

It’s the first word out of his mouth, joking as he watches you snuggle into him. You won’t need the blankets for sure, even if it’s still so cold outside.

“Very. I imagined you would be.” That perks his interest.

“Imagined, eh?” Your lips purse as you attempt to melt further into his side, embarrassed that you’d just admitted to daydreaming about him. Though it’s not like he can feign innocence, as he’s done the same just as much, and if not more. Though he doesn’t admit it out loud. When he can’t help but laugh at you a bit, you smack his chest and then lay that arm across him in a limp hug.

"Just go to sleep, Big guy."

The moment you wake up the next morning, it’s instantly that your body begins telling you that you’d had a wild night not too long ago. And telling you quite loudly.

Your entire body is sore; Thighs, hips, arms, back. The moment you move your thighs ache, tired after so long being tensed up. When you move and adjust slightly, but Wrecker’s arm still around you keeps you from moving away at all.

“Owww…” Wrecker rubs his eye and leans up just enough to look down on you still snugly tucked against his side; Drowsy but technically awake.

“You alright?” You wiggle until you can lay your chin against his chest, feeling the brush of his body hair against your skin.

"My entire body is sore. A good sore." Wrecker smiles, his forearm pressing into the mattress as he partly leans up. "As long as it's good, I'm happy." You scoot upward enough to give him a kiss, feeling him eagerly lean in. He lets out a little happy groan, while your lips keep twitching from the tickle of his stubble against your skin.

"So, how long do I have you for?" You whisper against his lips, feeling a hand on the small of your back. Wrecker has zero desire to move, making himself comfortable as he leans against you pillows. The military bunks and seats he sleep in have nothing on how comfortable this is; Though you more than likely help matters.

"I ain't leavin' till they call me screamin' to come back."

That isn't going to make his brothers happy, you think; But you can't deny that getting as much time as possible with him is a tempting prospect.

"So do you want to sleep some more, or get something to eat?" Wrecker contemplates. But his inner laziness is a bit too strong. The part of him he rarely gets a chance indulge. "I'm stayin' right here. Too comfy." His arm tightens around you, effectively trapping you against his chest. "And you're stayin' here with me." Well, you weren't exactly planning on leaving anyways. His arm is tight around you, one of your legs tangled with his own.

"It's almost like you have some sort of ulterior motive..." Wrecker can feel the way your chest is pressing against his, hands against his skin as he mumbles: "Maybe..."

You yelp as suddenly he grasps you by the waist and moves you so you're straddling him, able to so easily do so in one smooth motion.

"We got some time to kill anyways." You smirk at him, hands sliding up his chest.

"We do."

#Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting #Funny sidenote: I wrote this whole series while spam listening to Meant to be Yours from Heathers #is that valuble information? no but i thought i'd share

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crepuscularqueens · 6 months

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restraining myself to just a few and feel free to only talk about one, buuuut can i hear about black sails time loop, marvel diner/college football au and/or galley in the morning pweeeaase

yes!!!!!!! of course you can thank you so much!!!! you know how much i love to ramble about my silly wips (a lot more than uh. actually working on them lmao)

so black sails time loop is basically silver realizes when he's taking flint to thomas in the end that not only has he done this all before over and over, but flint has realized/remembered as well (silver always starts to catch on at the very latest mid season three, this is the first time flint has "woken up", so to speak

"Why now?" Silver asked, his voice breaking, desperate, "Why are you saying this now, why have you remained silent every time? If this time you knew earlier-"

"How many times did you try to tell me when I could not see? How many times did you tell Madi?" Flint asked him in return, not quite a challenge.

In truth, there had been many rounds that he had attempted to enlighten them. We have been here before, we will be thrown right back here again. I cannot figure out how to stop it. I'm sorry. He can't stop it, and he isn't able to change his path, because he can only remember as far as they've come until he is able to convince Flint to come with him. Then the end lays itself so clearly before him.

"Every time we arrive at this point," he said in place of a direct reply, "I cannot seem to change that, try as I might. Do you know where I end? The cliff where you taught me. After I leave you, I go back to Madi, desperate to have her understand. She sends me away and I go there. When she finds me there, I never get to hear what she has to say. I'm sent back to our beginning, forced to slowly wake up to this reality, to slowly remember how it has all happened before."

John Silver closed his eyes, weary, let his head fall back against the wooden planks with a dull thud, "Every action I take I remember as I do it that I've done so a thousand times before and dread that I will a thousand times again. Just once I would like to hear what it is that she had found me to say."

There is a silence that follows and John does not open his eyes. He does not want to know how the other man is looking at him, whether it's with anger or with disgust or worst of all with pity.

"Whatever is doing this, when do you imagine it will be satisfied?" Flint asked him, not sounding as though he was expecting a real answer.

"Do you imagine it's a higher power we've found ourselves at the mercy of?"

"Why, what do you believe is the cause of this?"

"Maybe that's all there is. Maybe that's all we are, a story told over and over again, some cautionary tale or horrible tragedy. Forced to go through the same motions over and over again, only minute details ever changing. If all I've ever done is this, and all I am ever going to do is repeat it until the end of time, how is it that I could imagine there exists anything else?"

marvel diner/college football au is sam and steve on a college football team and also working at sam's family's diner, and bucky is steve's best friend with a terrible attitude that starts coming in during shifts that sam is working without steve and sitting in a corner booth and staring like a freak. for hours. and sam pretends to be bothered by it but obviously is starting to get a stupid crush. and then bucky starts showing up to their practices just to sit in the bleachers with nat and watch despite clearly knowing nothing ¬ caring about football. (problem with writing this is that's also my thoughts on football lmao)

“Did he bother you?”

“He just sits there and stares at me, Romanoff. He’ll only speak full sentences to Steve, I don’t know why he keeps coming in here when it’s not even Steve’s shift.”

“Maybe you need to try being a little friendlier?” she asked, “Have you tried talking to him?”

“No, I just thought I’d glare at him from behind the counter and he could glare at me from over there in his booth, and we could just quietly hate each other when Steve wasn’t looking,” Sam replied sarcastically.

Nat rolled her eyes and grabbed the milkshake off the counter, neatly sliding off her stool and walking over to the guy. Figures she would go over and make nice with the guy he was bitching about. She had zero loyalty.

“You mind if I sit with you?” he heard Natasha ask sweetly, heard the tone of Bucky's quiet affirmative reply then saw Nat slide happily into the seat opposite Bucky.

He couldn’t eavesdrop on them, a group of stoner frat boys came in and Sam was the only one on shift at the moment seeing as it was the slow part of the day, so he grabbed a bunch of menus and let them choose their booth. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Natasha, it was just that he’d known her since high school and knew she could be a devious little thing, so therefore he didn’t trust Natasha. He had no clue what her motivations were for making nice with Bucky. He swept by the booth with Bucky and Nat, who were now deep in conversation while he let the other group decide what they wanted to order. Sam refilled Bucky’s coffee mug, and gave Natasha a stern look that he knew was only going to serve to egg her on.

“Can I get the two of you anything else?” he asked, keeping his tone polite to prove to Natasha he wasn’t the problem here.

“An order of fries would be great, thanks,” Natasha told him, smiling in her crooked little way.

He looked at Bucky, waiting for him to respond patiently.

“Yeah, fries sound fine.”

It was the most he’d heard Bucky say since the whole tuna melt incident

galley in the morning is a continuation of this ofmd fic, and tbh i might as well go and post it at this point bc i don't think it was going anywhere past what i did with it. its vaguely set in season 1 and basically, stede goes into the galley the rest of the crew is having breakfast and he asks roach to make him a pot of tea to bring back to his quarters. he didn’t sleep well bc ed had been making a habit of sleeping in the same bunk as stede but didn't the night before. he says this without thinking of the implications and the whole crew zeroes in on this extremely juicy piece of gossip.

"Sorry, were we all meant to be aware of-"

“So, just for clarity’s sake, it wasn’t a one off, then?” Lucius interrupted Frenchie, brow slightly furrowed but tone was his usual set of flippant-casual that he kept assuring them wasn’t sarcasm, “You and Blackbeard have made a habit of, uh, sleeping together?”

Stede’s mouth fell open, then snapped back shut, thinking on it for a moment, all too aware of the watchful sets of eyes on him, eager for an answer, “Well, if you put it like that, I suppose not.”

“Now, when you say… ‘sleeping together’…” Pete said, trailing off before he could elaborate on that unfinished thought.

Lucius put a hand on the man’s shoulder, shaking his head, and the simple act of casual intimacy opened within Stede this bottomless pit of want, of utterly consuming yearning, feeling like it could devour his very soul. Not jealousy to be in the place of either Lucius or Pete in that moment, but to simply be capable of that type of casual physical intimacy, of the depth behind it, knowing what the two of them have together.

#ask #apatheticjoy #xoxoxo tysm jo!!! these are actually fun ones maybe i can actually get them finished #mine

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sand--hanitizer · 2 years

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I got my gliding license issued by the Liyue Administration Department. Just like i said i would. I wanted to glide from the mountaintops with you. But today i was crying at your statue as you and that blonde boy were gliding off in the sunset.

Traveler, Aether, Honorary knight, he always made me think about you and me and how impossible it seems. He's so much older, so much stronger, so much more kind, so much more beautiful than me. He's so ethereal. He's everything I'm insecure about and he brings out the best in you. The best of you that i could never bring out, the best that I'm not allowed to see. But, he doesn't see just the best of you, does he? No, he sees the worst of you, and guides you back to the light. Aether is light and you're the stone being warmed by his warmth. Where as i am colder than the abyss.

Still , i cry, at your archon statue, wondering how am I supposed to love again. Do you listen to the prayers offered at your statues or did you abandon that when you retired? Well i suppose you did, you may be a god but you're no longer an archon.

I know that if we got together,it won't be perfect but I have never felt this way for anyone. I just can't imagine that you're living, talking about marriages and rings and starting families when you don't even know how I feel. I wanted to be the infinity to your eternal mountains. But he can always be the sun. Whereas i simply wanted to be infinite, he is.

All my friends from snezhnya are tired of seeing a harbinger wax poetic about someone unattainable. But I feel sorry for them because they'll never know you how I know you. I'll never know you like how he knows you. But sometimes i walk near your house in the suburbs imagining that I'm coming home to you, but you're home with him, he makes you soup and reminds you to take your wallet, I'm sad because now he even took away my joy of buying things for you. He unknowingly took away the one legitimate reason why I could talk to you. He's so good for you.

Red lights, wind currents, cliffs, edges , caves, I still see your face in every natural beauty of Liyue. God really made his domain in his own image. i see your face in the lakes and ponds and rivers of Liyue.

I can't walk past the places we used to go to, because i still love you . In Wanmin Restaurant i bought you lunch and I hear you laugh with so much joy because that blonde boy said something in the same booth of that same restaurant. I never made you laugh like that.

You asked me to be the best man at your wedding and i cried so much at the wedding. I lied when I said weddings make me emotional, but it was because a marriage to the god of contracts is forever, and Aether signed that dotted line,not me. I said I was sick when you had to move furniture to you and your husband's shared home. I can't do this to myself, i don't want a part in building a home that i want but can't have.

I heard you're thinking about having children. You two want one or two.

Every Monday after fighting in the golden house I can't help but shake with sobs. You shield him from me even when you're not the one actively fighting. You wear matching wedding bands while fighting.

To see you live, and be the missing puzzle piece to each other, you're the infinity to the other's eternity and I'm fleeting.

#zhongther #zhongli x aether #genshin impact #married zhongther #zhongchi angst #unrequited pining #unrequited zhongchi #zhongther fluff #unrequited love #childe pov #zhongli #aether #childe

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Thoughts on Cliff Booth?

He's a fictional character, isnt he? All I remember from the Tarantino movie was that he beat Bruce Lee and killed his wife with a spear gun, and that he's a veteran who fought in WW2 and the Korean war. Oh and that he loves his dog, a sweet, loyal pitbull who is actually a champion dog fighter.

As a platonic yandere? Like I can imagine him raising his little daughter all by himself, teaching her all kinds of survival skills and some basic fighting skills, is very proud of all her achievements- even the smallest ones. Calls daughter reader "slugger" or "doll", and holds her hand unconsciously when crossing the street, even when reader is older.

Its a huge understatement when I say he's protective of you. He hasn't said out loud, but you know that he has no plans of letting you be independent and leave him. He doesn't want you dating, has disapproved and threatened every single date you've ever had, and only trusts his dog Brandy around you. Which also serves as the pitbul keeping an eye on you and Cliff has given clear command to attack anyone who comes close to you when he's not around. So... you can either be a good girl and stay in your room and NOT invite anyone behind his back, OR you can cry into his chest after you'd just witnessed Brandy tear off a limb of your crush.

#cliff booth #yandere cliff booth

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ashley-slashley · 1 year

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Holy Diver

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Summary: POV: you have a crush on a catholic priest having a crisis of faith

Rating: M/Mature

Warnings: cussing, heresy, very long paragraphs

A/N: I’m definitely going to hell for this one. I’m blaming William Peter Blatty, William Friedkin, and Jason Miller for making Damien Karras a very loveable and friend shaped character. If you’re not cool with the idea of sleeping with a grief stricken and religiously challenged Catholic priest, I understand, and I highly recommend you not read this fic. I’m taking some creative liberties with both the exact time of year the movie is set as well as the map of the area the movie is set in. If someone is thinking “well actually” about this, you’re having redditor thoughts about a smut. What are you doing with your life?

Chapter 2: Uh, his name’s Damien

“I have an idea, but I just know one of your shitheads would do this just to get a reaction from me” I glared at my friends sitting across from me in our booth at the local bar. The hippie took the cigarette from her mouth and smiled with a devilish grin, the quiet geek leaned towards the table with inquiry, shit, they’re definitely going to do this. “Fuck” I whispered, “yeah, we know you wanna get fucked by your priest friend” the quiet geek said. “My brother in christ, will you please shut the fuck up for like five minutes?”. The hippie glanced up and back down, her smirk widened, oh no. I glanced in my peripherals, and, it’s just an older priest, maybe about sixty-something years old. He doesn’t really look like anyone, he just looks stoic. And he’s - sitting in the booth next to us. That’s it, I’m gonna jump off a cliff. I glanced up, and I can’t tell if he overheard the heresy I just said. Imagine taking the lord’s name in vain in a conversation about finding a priest attractive while a completely different priest walks by. Considering he’s probably old enough to be my father or grandfather, he’s probably heard worse than that - I’m not going to think about that. Who knows, maybe other people have found Not Dean Martin attractive.

“What’s your idea, anyway?” the quiet geek asked, “well, uh, imagine putting your number into the offering plate during the tithes and offerings section of a church service.” I whispered, not wanting to offend or accidentally rope the stoic man into the conversation - he doesn’t need to know about this shit. Hopefully he’s not the type to go up to a stranger and publicly ask if he can pray for them. Both of my friends busted out laughing at the concept, the stoic man just minding his own business. He raised his brow at me, I just awkwardly shrugged. I didn’t choose to be attracted to one of your colleagues, and it’s not my fault my friends are dying of laughter about this idea.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark figure of an average height holding two pints of beer. Aw shit. I can’t really excuse myself to use the restroom since that would look suspicious. I cupped my hand above my eyes like earlier, looking down at the table in shame. Finally my friends quieted down and noticed my appearance, “what’s wrong?” They kinda looked concerned, “can’t really say it, because, uh, Dean Martin has beamed down and apparently consumes Romulan ale” I whispered. Simultaneously, the quiet geek and hippie glanced behind them in their peripherals, and then resumed staring at me. “We can’t just sit here in a stalemate and listen in on their conversations, they’d know we’re up to some shit if we do nothing” I whispered, “if you keep whispering, they’re going to think you’re up to something, especially with keeping your head low and hiding your vision” one of my friends said. She’s right, I sat up and leaned onto one of my arms, propped up onto the table. “What to talk about when the man you have a crush on is sitting in the booth next to you? Especially if he’s in company with his fellow clergyman.” I thought, “what if we went through with that plan, what do you think would happen?” the hippie broke the silence. “I pick up the phone and impulsively tell him to go kill himself since my reaction to these types of feelings is automatically telling someone to die.” I looked into the hippie’s eyes, thankfully my voice didn’t carry, or so I thought. The forbidden fruit, god I’m going to Hell for this, tensed up. The phrase “don’t look at him” blared in my consciousness like the red alert sound whenever the Enterprise and her crew are in danger, I could feel his vision slowly notice my presence. The hippie wrote something on a napkin, and slid it to me. “Wanna go run to the restroom, and then come back and switch seats so we don’t look suspicious?” was written in black ink, “yes” I wrote on the napkin.

As normally looking as possible, we trekked to the bathroom so I can at least just internally scream in peace. “You have it down bad for him” the hippie said, “well no shit, Sherlock, I didn’t choose to live in the same area as an extremely handsome priest who I want in between my legs. Hopefully our friend will gain intel from the conversation, besides overhearing their reaction to my bullshit” I ranted. Thankfully there’s quite the crowd at the bar tonight, nobody should be able to hear this. I paced around the women’s restroom, trying to pad out time in my friend and I’s voyage. I wonder how everything out there’s going, it’s not like the priests are going to ask “hey, uh, what’s wrong with your friend”. The door opened, the geek was smiling. Oh god, what now?

“I got bored, so I decided to join you two. Also, why aren’t we outside? Your forbidden boyfriend and his friend are probably going to think we’re doing heroin or some shit.” the geek said, I just shrugged. I asked if she learned anything about Not Dean Martin, apparently, uh, his name’s Damien, and he wants out of being a priest. He’s doubting his faith. So, you’re telling me that man I have sexual desires towards is in a fragile state of his spirituality and could easily be manipulated into the lifestyle of an average man? Yep, definitely going to Hell for my feelings towards him. Considering he’s a Catholic, my thoughts about him are even more unholy. No, I have no feelings towards the whole contract you sign into when becoming a priest and having to give up human desires - unless that’s just monks and nuns, I wasn’t raised Catholic, so I’m going off what I’ve seen in movies and pop culture. The dude drinks and smokes, so, what other human acts is he able to do? “I am not taking advantage of his state of mind”, “but you want to, you were practically ogling the back of his head for fuck’s sake!” my geeky friend replied. “I will go to Hell for a lot of things, but getting fucked by a priest won’t be one of them” I left the restroom.

#the shitposter writes #damien karras x reader #damien karras #the exorcist

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