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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel
Summary: Just 2 guys being horny until they get caught
Warning: explicit (18+)
Word count: 450+
A/N: I've recently gotten to SPN, and I love Cas and Dean, the whole Destiel canon. I hope you guys like this short lil' smutty
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"Dean, are you certain that you want me to wear this?" Cas questions from the bathroom, wearing the outfit his boyfriend had given him. "Yes, just come out already." Dean impatiently responds, waiting on the edge of their bed with his back turned towards the bathroom door. Cas cautiously opens the door, poking his head out with a comical headpiece on. Dean turns his head to look at him. "Cas don't be shy, come out," he says while standing up to face him. Cas emerges from the bathroom door, in Dean's maid costume. He awkwardly stood there with his hands pulling down his ridiculously short skirt, trying to cover his crotch. Dean saw how uncomfortable Cas was, so he walked up to him while checking him out. He places his hands on his hips pulling him towards him. "You look just perfect," Dean says as he starts kissing his exposed neck, sucking on it. Cas leans into the affection, grinding against Dean. However, Dean stops him "Not now." He pulls back and sits down on his chair. Cas stands there, confused and unsure of what to do next.
"Come here," Dean beckons. Cas obeys as he walks over him. "Kneel" Dean instructs. Cas is taken aback but follows the command, kneeling down in front of him. "Kneel and suck it" Without a second thought he does as he is told and starts unzipping his pants and pulls out his shaft. He wraps his hands around his shaft halfway. He looks up at him staring at him. "Suck it," he commands, and he complies. He starts lightly sucking his tip working his way deeper as Dean's head falls back moaning in pleasure. Cas gazes up through his lashes, observing Dean's open mouth and louder moans as he deepens his movements, bobbing his head faster. Dean takes control, gripping Cas's hair and guiding his motions. "Slow down, I'm about to-" Dean tries to warn, but Cas ignores him and continues going at on faster pace. Dean gives in, thrusting into Cas's mouth, deepthroating him as he approaches climax. Amidst the broken moans, Cas faintly hears Sam's voice in the distance, sounding panicked. Cas taps Dean's thighs, struggling to convey that Sam is approaching. But Dean just grips him tighter moving his head up and down to get him off the edge. "Oh Cas I'm coming- Cass!" He spills hot strings into his mouth. As he loosens his grip, Cas pulls out with a pop, white fluid dripping from his mouth.
"Guys, I've-, " "Oh my God!" Sam quickly ducks his face shutting the door behind him.
"Shit, Shit, SHIT!" Dean gets up abruptly, trying to cover himself up while helping Cas get up.
"Come on guys! Lock the door!" he says.
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¿NEW INTEREST?
Pairing: Marc Spector x Gn!Reader
Warning: Nope just fluff, tinniest bit of angst
Word count: Around 500
A/n: Gawd it broke my heart to even imagine seeing Marc heartbroken
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All Marc wanted to do was welcome her new neighbor and get over with it after Steven insisted, saying to make new 'friends'. But all he could do now was awkwardly stand there and stare at her.
"Hi?" "Hi, sorry. I- I'm Marc. Your new neighbor." He said stammering a bit, trying his best to act normal. Which was considerably hard when you were wearing a pretty short nightgown.
"Oh hi!" you extended your arm, introducing yourself.
When he took your hand in his, it felt as if life was zapped into him. Your hand, soft as silk, fitte- clicked perfectly with his like a puzzle piece. He realized he was still holding her, so he let her hand fall to her side after much consideration.
"Please come in." You stepped aside, now very aware of how messy your apartment is. Boxes upon boxes stuffed aside, dirty dishes in the sink, half-eaten sandwiches on the table. Now regretting not tidying it before you let him in.
"Still busy unpacking?" He said while looking around your place.
"Yeah, sorry it's still a lil' dirty." You said, gesturing to the mess.
"Oh yeah no worries, it can't be as messy as ou- mine. And besides, if you need any help whatsoever, maybe to move something or make you a shelf. I'll be right next door." He said with a sly smirk.
"Oh, you don't-" "Please I insist." He said, in the hope, you'd say yes.
"Ok, all right. Thx." You said smiling up at him.
"No problemo." He wanted to slap himself for saying that. Before he could think any further about how he might've ruined the chances of something being between you and him. You interrupted him.
"What if you're not home? How am I supposed to..." "Oh yeah, here's my number." Both of you exchanged numbers on each other's phones.
"Call me anytime."
"Even when it's not for help?"
"Especially when that." He said, with a slight chuckle. Still a lil' giddy, not believing he has your number in his phone.
"...Well, that's fantastic news. Honestly, started to feel lonely here. You’re the first friend I've made since I moved in here." You spoke.
"I'm glad. No worries, I could use a friend here as well."
Both of you just stood there awkwardly glancing at each other. Until...
*zzzt* *zzzt*
"Your pho-" Yeah, got it."
"Hey, babe- oh yeah. Ye- sure. Ok, love you, bye."
You hung up the phone, looking at Marc with confusion written all up on his face.
"Oh, that was my boyfriend, Nick. He said he wouldn't be able to make it tonight. Work..." You said with a slight disappointment.
His heart sank when he heard you say that. Just when he thought something good was finally about happen to him...
"Boyfriend? Oh...yeah. Work, that sucks."
"...yeah, well, it was really nice meeting you Marc. See you around?"
"Yeah, for sure, see you." Marc left the apartment, heartbroken, not knowing what else to say. Especially now that he has to see her around more often.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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•BOOK ENCOUNTER•
Pairing: Steven Grant x Gn!Reader
Warning: FLUFFY STEVEN
Word count: 800+
A/n: long time since I've written about my sweet boy, and I loved this idea.
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You wanted to widen your horizon on books. You are always stuck with either romance or true crime. But this time you wanted to try something new, something fresh.
You went to your small local bookstore, where you always went to clear your mind. It's the only place where you felt safe and calm.
You arrived, but instead of your usual aisle, you decided on going to Ancient Egypt aisle. Familiar but not yet explored. You looked through them, trailing your fingers over the spines of the books. Until one book caught your eye, it had dark green rustic leather with gold writing on it. When you went to grab it, it wasn't coming out, it seemed like someone else was pulling it from the other side, but you managed to take it when the other person left it alone. Looking through the gap you’ve created you saw a pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes with bags under them looking straight at you. He awkwardly smiled at you waving with his hands. You did the same, mirroring him. You came around the bookshelf, walking towards him. He had placed one of his hands in his pockets, waving at you again, mothing the word, hello, while placing his other hand back in his right pocket.
When you got close to him, you noticed how good-looking he is. His messy, side-parted, curly, dark hair. His chiseled cheekbones, the sharp face structure, the slight stubble. Even with his clothes on you knew this man was well-built. This man is gorgeous.
"Hi, I'm sorry. Did you want this book?"
"Uhh… no. I've read it twice now. You can have it." He said, gesturing for you to keep it.
"Twice? And you were about to read it again? Well, this book is definitely a catch."
"Ooh, yes! This book talks about all the ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses. My favorite Goddess must be Tawaret, the god of childbirth, and fertility. The name "Taweret" means "she who is great" or simply "great one", a common pacificatory address to dangerous deities. She-" His eyes gleamed with joy, talking about it so enthusiastically.
While listening to him you realized how messy you looked. Wearing a white shirt with a ketchupstain on it with a pair of overalls. And your dirty white converse. You hadn't had a chance to get ready, you took your bag and left. Definitely not cute.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Your ears must be tired of hearing me rambling. Sometimes I get carried away. Sorry again." He said, putting his hands up.
"No, please continue. You were saying 'Feather of Maat'…" You said, listening attentively.
Surprised by your answer, he proceeded.
"Yeah, well it is believed that Tawaret removes the heart of the dead soul and places it on the scale, weighing it against the Feather of Maat, who decides if you deserve to be passed on to the afterlife, ending up in the field of reeds."
"Oo, that's interesting. What happens if the heart doesn't balance?"
Taken back, that you were actually paying attention, and the not slightest bit of annoyance in your voice just curiosity he continued.
" Well, if the heart was heavier than the feather – presumably weighty with wickedness – then it was swallowed by the Ammut the “Soul Feeder” a monster that was part crocodile, part hippo, and part lion."
"Yikes, that's scary. Hopefully, it isn't me." You said, crossing your fingers together.
"Oh don't worry love, these are nothing but just old fairy tales." Oh, little did he know.
"I would love to talk to you more, but I've got to go to work, otherwise, my boss would get angry." I work at The museum by the way."
"Oh really? I am planning on visiting that place, actually."
"Oo you should definitely come by and have a look, it is filled with amazing artifacts and knowledge."
"Ah well, I would love to get toured by you." You said.
"No, I uh- I work at a gift shop, I'm a gift shoppist." He said, with a sad tone.
"That’s surprising, you know a lot about this stuff, you should definitely try for it, you would be perfect." Oh, little did you know.
"Yeah, I will." He said, releasing a sigh.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Steven."
"How'd you- Oh the name tag, yup." He tapped on it, remembering he is in his work clothes.
"Well, you too uhh…"
"Y/N." You introduced yourself, extending your arm.
"Ah, Y/N, beautiful name, I'm Steven… but youuu already knew that." He scratched the back of his head which you find cute and giggled, cheeks turning red at his compliment.
"All right, it was nice seeing you."
"You too. Uh... sorry, but when will I be seeing you again? It's just I'm a little excited."
"Soon, don't worry. I'm as thrilled as you are." You waved him goodbye. Which he also did, smiling at you.
You left the place, with the book in your hand. Excited about meeting him again.
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Abel morales being a suger daddy to reader but then falling for her ?
❃FALLING FOR HER❃
Pairing: Abel Morales x F!Reader
Warning: Kissing, swear words and nothing else that I can recall.
Word count: 1800+
A/n: This is my first EVER request and honestly, I'm a lil' nervous. Hopefully, it lived up to your expectations. Please enjoy and thank u very much for this request.
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He wasn’t planning on seeing anyone let alone being a what?... Sugar Daddy?
It felt strange, also wrong, knowing that he has never done something like this before, but he might as well have fun and explore, right? Also, she seemed sweet and pretty, with her beautiful plumped pink lips and those innocent-looking eyes looking straight at him. He wondered why such a pretty girl like her would agree to do such a thing, but he didn’t wanna question it any further.
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Y/n arrived at his house to surprise him with the new little piece she had bought just for him. When she opened the door with the spare keys that Abel had given her, she entered, calling out for him. With no answers to her calling, she went upstairs to look for him only to be found on his bed coughing, like crazy.
"Hey- what are *coughs* doing here?" He asked trying to hold in his coughs.
"Hi, I- I well- I was just coming by to check on you?" She lied, for no reason.
"To check on me?" Sweetheart, I don't think that's what we agreed on. Either way, I'm fine, you can go now." He tried to stifle his cough while, gesturing to her to leave him, with his hand.
"Well, you sure don't look like you are, I can go make you some herbal tea, that should help." She said, turning around to leave.
"Hey! No. There is no need, ok? I'm truly fine, all right? Just leave!" He said in a firm voice, attempting to make her leave. He doesn't like when people see him at his weakest points, it makes him feel vulnerable.
"I don't mind, Abel, really. Let me do it, ok? I'll be back in a jiffy." Before he could protest any further, she had already left in a hurry, the sound of her footsteps fading out.
True to her words, she had returned with a tray that had consisted of a cup of herbal tea, a hot towel on a plate, some medicine pills, and a glass of water.
He sat up against the headboard upon seeing her entering. She sat on the edge of the mattress, placing the tray on the bedside table first. She took the teacup from it and handed it to him. "Careful, it's still a bit hot." He nodded and drank it quickly, letting the warmth soak in his throat.
He swallowed down the pills after, feeling better. He laid down back, while she pulled the sheets back on him.
When about to place the rag on his forehead, he took ahold of her wrist, stopping her. "Why are you doing this, we didn't agree on doing any of this." He looked serious, puzzled by her actions.
"Um, jeez…You're welcome?" She tried to move, and that's when he noticed that he was still holding her, so he loosened the grip on her wrist allowing her to place it on.
"I'm sorry, it's- it's just that, why? Why would you do this? It's not like you're gonna get anything out of this."
"It's called helping Abel, you are sick, and it seemed like you needed it. I'm not asking for anything in return, I care about you. It may not seem like it, but I do and always had. Not everything is about money, Abel. But if you do want, I will leave." When he didn't say anything, she assumed that was what he wanted, so she stood up, ready to leave him.
"Wait! Just wait...thank you, truly, thank you. Sorry for being such a jerk to you. It's just normally no one would do it willingly."
He took her hand, telling her to sit down beside him, and she did. They both just stared off at each other silently, while Abel's hand was still tangled with hers, his heart started to beat faster and louder, he tried to slow it down, embarrassed by the idea of her hearing it.
He's never felt this before not even with Anna, her ex-wife. They both got divorced after Anna cheated on him. He loved her so dearly, but this felt different, something that he's never experienced before.
Suddenly like his mouth had a brain of its own he blurted out. "Will you- please stay, with me? And I- I may be stretching this a bit but uh... could you maybe stay for the night as well?...Yo- your complete-" Before he could continue, you interrupted him.
"Yes. Yes, I would like to." Just give me a min, I'll be back."
She went to the bathroom to change into sleeping clothes.
When she came back, she was wearing one of Abel's white shirts which were big on her, the hem of the shirt reaching just above her knees and nothing else, showing her long smooth long legs. The mattress dipped as she climbed up to Abel, snuggling up to him with one arm across his chest while one of her legs was hoisted up and tangled up with his.
He watched her slowly fall asleep, with her mouth slightly open, snoring lightly, she looked so adorable and peaceful. Feeling content his own eyes felt heavy, tired for today as he also drifts off to sleep, holding her closer.
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The next morning, he woke up to an empty bed, which upset him. He was hoping to wake up before her so he can watch her sleep and wake up. He rose up from his bed feeling much better than yesterday. That's when his ears perked up at the faint music coming from downstairs. So, he got up to look for her.
When he walked down the stairs to the kitchen following the music. He saw her, swaying her hips from left to right to the rhythm of the music, her hair up in a messy bun and still wearing the same clothes from last night. He likes it when she wears his clothes, she looks better in them, perfect even. It gives him a sense of belonging.
That’s when it hit him, he wants this, he wants all of this, her walking around his house, wearing HIS clothes, being with him not just for sex but being more involved in his life, going on dates, watching movies doing all the coupl-y things. He wanted her all along.
He came up to her pressing his chest against her back, startling her a bit.
"Hey cupcake, whatcha cooking there?" He asked, placing his chin on her shoulder.
"Hey, just some eggs and bacon for the both of us."
"That sounds delicious, also smells delicious." He took a big sniff, adding a dramatic flair to it, making her laugh.
He waited a bit closing his eyes and swaying his hips with hers before asking.
"I know it's out of a blue question, but I wanted to ask you something if you don’t mind."
"Yeah, sure go ahead." He cleared his throat for good measure before asking.
"Why did you do this? This whole 'sugar daddy' thing?" She turned her head around to look at him and turned back to her cooking.
"I don’t think it's any of your concern." He backed up leaning against the counter behind him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm aware, and you don't have to answer it either. It’s just that you don’t look like you need it. You're smart, witty, and gorgeous, and aren't you studying medicine? A smart girl like yourself shouldn’t be doing this."
He stared at her waiting for her to say anything, but when she didn't answer, he thought he might've over-step so he was about apologi-
"Yes, I am..." She said with a sigh, before continuing.
"But I'm in so much debt and it needs to be paid off. To study medicine you need a crazy amount of money. My parents did everything they could to help me, and I took some part-time jobs, but it wasn’t enough. And I really didn’t see any other options other than…you know." She looked down with guilt in her eyes, missing her parents, and her old life with her friends.
Abel considered, what she had just said and quickly came up to her spun her around by her hips making her face him, trapping her with both of his arms on each side of her.
"What if I told you, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to do this anymore. You can go back to your old life, go back to your parents. And you don’t need to worry about the money, I'll handle it. I'll pay off your debt and all the later tuition in the future until you get a good-paying job."
She looked at him bewildered; her mouth gaped open...waiting for him to tell her it was just a joke, but he looked so serious.
"What? No. Don't seriously, I don't-" She tried to push him off of her but but he stood strong on his ground.
"No buts! You're doing it, alright. Either this or we are not doing this anymore. Just please listen, I want you to, ok. Besides, it's called helping, didn't you teach me that. And it seems like you needed."
"But why would you want to do this, Abel? Are you pitying me?"
His eyes softened, and took her in by her waist, looking down at her.
"No sweets, I genuinely care about you you're an amazing person. I've never realized it, but you have helped in many ways, done things that someone wouldn't normally do. You have cared about me and been there for me. You're the kindest and most loveable person I've ever met. I love you." The last part left him worried, biting his lips, thinking it was too much.
She looked at him, with her big beautiful, rounded eyes, and he swear he saw her pupils dilated a bit. (doesn’t that mean something, like, like…) Anyways, something just took over him and he kissed her. He took her by her cheeks engulfing her in a slow, gentle kiss. This wasn't like the other ones, this one felt different. The other ones were rough and senseless. But this one felt as if nothing mattered, and it didn't.
When they broke apart, they grinned ear to ear.
"I love you; I love you a lots." She confessed
Abel smiled at her, tipped her chin up giving her a peck on the lips. Embracing her in a tight hug.
"Me too, sweetie. I love you a lots too."
This beautiful moment unfortunately didn’t last long.
"Oh god! THE EGGS! Fuck, fuck, FUUCK!" she quickly took them off the stove and set them aside. Abel chuckled as he pulled her in by her arms to stop her from doing anything else.
"What about we go out and hang out."
"Yeah, that sounds good."
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THE END
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A/n: I'm not too happy with this, but I tried, honestly.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!
Y/n: Baby, you're gonna get sick...
Marc: I don't care. Nothing is gonna stop me from kissing you.
The next morning
Marc: ACHOO! *Blows his nose*
*Stares at Marc intensively*
Marc: I know I know…
Y/n: Now who is going to take care of us!?
♡INSECURE♡
Pairing: Marc Spector x (insecure) GN!Reader
Warning: None, fluff and a Lil angst <3
Word count: 950-ish
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You hated the way you looked in the mirror. Always self-conscious about yourself. Repeatedly used to seeing, women with perfectly toned-smooth bodies who were always desired by other men. Sad and depressed about how ugly you looked and felt, you ultimately decided that enough is enough…you were gonna go on a strict diet, no snacks or drinks only salads and exercising even if that means you have to starve yourself just to be like those flawless Instagram models you see often on your FYP, in order to be liked.
Marc immediately noticed something was wrong with you. You haven't touched your food yet, let alone take a bite out of it. He had made your favorite (favorite dish). You just mindlessly kept staring at it while playing with your food.
"Do you not like it?" He asks.
"Huh?" you looked at him confused.
"Do you not like your food?" I can make something else for you if you want?"
"No babe, no need for that."
"Then why aren't you eating, I thought you liked this?" He pointed at your plate with his fork.
"I'm just not hungry that's all." You felt bad lying to him, especially when he cooked this for you. It looked so delicious; you were so hungry, but you have to stop yourself. And then suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, hearing loud rumbling coming from it. You squeezed your middle tightly, shutting your eyes in pain.
"Babe? Are you all right!?" He came up to you, holding you in his arms trying to figure out what was happening.
"Nothin' just a small pain it'll go away soon." You tried to reassure him, but he wasn't buying it.
"When was the last time you ate?" Answer me!"
"I don't know 1- 2 days ago; Baby it's really hurting, help me please." You frowned, curling yourself up in a ball.
"Okay, hold on let's take you to the doc all right."
Marc picked you up with both of his hands since you couldn't move. And quickly ran to the car placing you in the passenger seat, walking around the car to get into the driver's seat.
While driving he kept glancing at you constantly, checking up on you. You were still curled up sitting sideways, hoping the pain would go away.
When you arrived at Doc's place, the two of you hurriedly went inside.
The doctor ran some tests on you and gave you some medicine, told you that you need to rest and eat some nutritional food to have energy in your body or else you could become very sick.
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Driving back home was pretty awkward, it was a silent drive back home. Marc looking ahead while you are looking out the window, deeply regretting what you did. Making him worried sick about you, all too scared now to tell him the truth now.
When you reached Steven's apartment, step inside. Marc took your arm, dragging you to the sofa, making you sit abruptly. Kneeling in front of you looking up at you with a stern look, filled with concern in his eyes.
"Why weren't you eating huh?" Why were you starving yourself?"
"I- uh well- "
"Come on baby, talk to me." He tries to encourage you.
"Promise me you won't get angry."
"Well, it depends, but I'll try my best." His eyes soften, taking your hands in his.
"My body- well mostly my stomach… I- I don't like it. I got scared that you might leave me because I'm not fit or gorgeous like the other girls instead, I'm fat and I got all these hideous stretch marks. That I'm not pretty enough for you… " He looked at you stunned and confused.
"Did he do something? What did I do to make her feel like that?"
"Oh my God! Baby, are you serious? Why would you ever think that I would leave you?"
"I don't know." You looked down nervously fiddling with your fingers, nearly on the verge of tears. He envelops you in his arms in a tight hug, stroking your back in a soothing manner.
"I love your tummy, Babe. I love it so much, it's one of the many reasons I like you. You should never compare yourself with others, you taught me that. And you're stretch marks? Baby, they are beautiful, they are like little lightning strikes which I personally think are pretty cool. Also, don't you dare think you aren't pretty because you are the most beautiful human being on earth. I wish you could see the way I look at you. You are adorable, smart, sweet, stunning, helpful, strong and my own personal pillow…" with that, he moves up with you. Laying himself in between your legs, resting his head on your belly. You start caressing his hair with your palm.
After a while of being in that position, you poked him to see if he was awake. He lifted his face off of you to look at you.
"Thank you for this, and thank you for everything you've done for me, putting up with me and all."
"Oh, this? Please, this was nothing. You put up with me EVERY.SINGLE.DAY, all I did was just returned the favor." You chuckled at his comeback.
"Now could we please eat, I'm really hungry; it took me a really long time to make that."
"Definitely" He takes your hand to pull you up.
"I love you so much." You embrace him in a hug, squishing your face into his chest.
"Baby, I love you in every universe."
THE END
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A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed this. I also did a Doctor Strange reference if you didn't notice ;) Also this ain't proofread.
ASS WORSHIPPER
You love his butt. You have never loved someone's behind as much as Stevens. Even through his jeans, you can see the curves of his bum. His plumped, juicy, luscious booty.
Whenever he is cooking something, you sit behind him on a stool with his back to you, admiring his bottom him. Not even realizing he is trying to speak to you. "Y/N?" Earth to Y/N." Waving his hands in front of you. You snap out of your thoughts, blankly staring at him. "It happened again, didn't it?" he says with a sigh.
You purposely dropped things down for him to pick it up, bending down just enough for you to get a good glimpse of his dump truck.
You truly enjoyed how it jiggled when you slapped it. He acts as if it annoys him but deep inside, he secretly likes it when you do it.
You love kneading his cheeks with your hands maybe even leaving bite marks, marking your territory.
You always joked about how it would be funny if his butt was sideways and when he ran it would constantly clap.
He is your own personal pillow, soft, squishy, and warm. Perfect place to lay your head.
Sometimes while he's deep asleep on his stomach you would start stacking random objects laying around the house on his arse balancing them till it topples over. Making him wake up abruptly.
Whenever you guys are out together outside, there is this constant need in you of grabbing or placing your hand on something and you know the perfect place...
You love hugging him from behind and snuggling onto him, not only does it feel nice but also you get to feel his ass pressed up against your crotch.
♨ CAR TROUBLE ♨
Pairing: Abel Morales x GN!Reader
Warning: None! Well maybe one curse word..
A/N: OK ok I was thinking this could be a series I don't know yet. You guys could let me know. And also I may not be posting as much because my exams are coming up. But anyways enjoy!!
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Abel was off to work, heading for a business meeting that he had this morning. It was very important, some clients have decided to invest in his Oil Company, so it was crucial for him to be there. But unfortunately, his car broke down in the middle of nowhere.
"Ah FUCK!" The car came to a sudden halt making him jump forwards and hit his head on the wheel. When he looked up there was black smoke coming out from the hood.
"Oh great, this is just perfect." He huffed.
He comes out of the car and walks up in front, checking what happened. But when he tried lifting up the engine hood, he burned his fingers.
Hissing, he puts it in his mouth and sucks on it lightly trying to ease off the pain.
He takes his phone out of his back pocket to call someone but there was no service. He walks around a little with his phone up in the air but still, nothing came up.
"Come on! Not today..."
He had no choice but to wait until a car drove by to give him a lift.
He waited and waited for a long time but no cars were stopping, ignoring him completely, nearly giving up hope. That was until you saw him standing with his thumb up in the air.
Just when he thought you were going to ignore him like the others, you stopped your car ahead of his and he came running toward you. You rolled down your window for him to speak.
"Hi, OH God you’re hurt!"
You look at him worriedly.
"Hey uh It's nothing really just a small bruise... can you please drop me off at Standard Oil, it's urgent."
"Yeah, sure hop in."
You unlock the door for him, and he opens it sitting down, closing the door back. He introduces himself to you and you do the same.
Nodding at him you press your foot on the gas pedal driving off.
While driving, you couldn’t stop looking at him he looked quite handsome, he had a sharp jawline with a slight stubble on his face, and God his hands looked so good with the veins slightly showing. His salt pepper hair looked so soft, you just wanted to touch it.
But you looked away trying to focus on the road, clearing your throat before breaking the silence.
"If you don't mind me asking what happened to your car?"
"I don’t really know actually, it just stopped all of a sudden I think it overheated."
He says, still focused on his phone.
When you arrived at the place he thanked you ready to leave. But you stop him, contemplating if you should ask him.
"You know? My dad owns a garage he can fix it for you..."
"Wait really? That would be really nice."
He hurriedly writes his number on a piece of paper handing it to you.
"Here's my number, call me."
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"Nissan Versa red? It was dropped off yesterday?"
"Oh yeah right up ahead on your left." The worker points at the car.
"Thanks."
He arrived at the garage after he finished his work to pick up his car, which had been towed.
He spotted his car and walked toward it. He sees someone hidden behind the lifted hood. When he walks over to the front, he sees you doing something on his car.
"Hello?"
You turn your face, surprised to see him. You were in your work clothes working on his car.
"Wait YOU are working on my car?"
"Uh yeah..."
"You never told me you were a mechanic."
"Yeah, well didn't think of it..." You looked at him nervously.
"Well, I must say I'm very impressed." He looks at you up and down, admiring you.
"Thanks, I'm just finishing up until then you can sit in the lounge area if you like."
"All right, sure thanks" He winks at you, leaving you alone.
You quickly finish up with his car and go to the back room. Freshening up a bit, washing your face with some soap removing all the oil stains, and fixing yourself. Hating the way, he saw you at first.
You go back and ask one of the workers pull up his car up in the front handing him the keys.
Upon entering the lounge area, you see him sitting on a couch with a magazine in his hands.
"Hello there again."
He stands up walking up to you.
"Hi" You give him a lil' wave.
"So... what exactly happened with my car?"
"Oh, there was a leak in the cooler also some battery issues among other things, but it's all fixed now."
You give him a reassuring smile.
"And how did the meeting go? I hope you weren't late..."
"Yeah, it went great. The investors were pleased with our planning. Working with us now, officially."
"That's great!"
Heading towards his car while chit-chatting, he suddenly stops in his tracks and stands in front of you, facing you. Taking your hands in his.
"You know I never got to thank you properly, I may come a bit straightforward but perhaps if you want, I can take you on a date?"
Surprised by what he said you slightly tighten your hold in his, looking down nervously at the hands with which he is holding you with. His hands felt rough but soft by the way he was holding you.
He picks your chin with his finger. lifting it up, looking into your eyes waiting for a response.
"I-uh yeah, sure that sounds good!"
"What happened? You look tensed."
"Oh, it was just unexpected."
Chuckling at your comment he moves his hand to cup your cheek.
"I think you're really pretty and sweet. And would like to know where 'this' goes."
"OK..." sounding breathless which he chuckles at.
He gives you a kiss on your cheek which felt soft on you and before leaving he takes a quick glance at you, waving goodbye.
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ᗢ CÉCILIA ᗢ
Pairing: Jake Lockley x F!Reader
Warning: None, just fluff
A/n: Hope you guys enjoy this short drabble
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Jake notices the shopping bags on the table, he takes a look, peaking inside. He reaches in, pulling out a small pink striped shirt with cat paws all over it.
"Did you like it? It's for Cécilia."
Cécilia, a black cat that Jake had found next to a dumpster, he didn't had the heart to leave her there all alone and hungry. So he took her with him, been with us eversince.
He turns around and spots you standing in the living room, in nothing but a hoodie of his that you like a lot.
"You bought clothes for her?"
"Not only her, but for us as well."
You walked up to the table standing beside Jake and taking the bag from him and pulling out similar shirts to the one he has in his hands.
You lift it up with both hands to show it to him.
"Look! We can all match up now."
He looks at her, thinking to himself what did he do to deserve someone like you, someone who loves him unconditionally, someone who cares for him and his interest...
He pulls you in by your face for a kiss, bumping his nose to yours. The kiss was sensual, deep, warm and soft. He kissed you as if there is no tomorrow. Looking back at you with an beaming smile with crinckles besides his eyes .
"Gracias amor, me gusta mucho."
You kissed his nose lovingly, hugging him by his waist.
Cécilia shows up from her sleep rubbing herself against Jakes legs for attention. He picks her up and start carresing her head, her purring in respond.
"Comon let's go try'em on and see how we look."
THE END
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Jake: Bueno..verdad o atrevimiento?
Y/N: Dare!
Jake: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.
*Looks at y/n with a smirk*
Y/N: Hey love..
Jake: Amor you don't have to ask-
Y/N: No, could you move to the side, I'm trying to kiss the mirror.
*Marc & Steven cackling through the mirror*
Jake: *Groans* Callate!
Y/N: 🤭
How would the Moonboys react to your bridal mehndi.
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Steven
When Steven enters your room. He spots you in your red wedding dress.
"Oh, love you look gorgeous in your saree. I can’t wait to marry you."
You smile up at him, blushing.
"Thank you, baby."
Some of the aunties outised, were shouting out his name, calling him. But before Steven leaves you called out his name.
"Steven!"
He turns around to look at you.
"Yeah love?"
"Everything alright?"
He comes up to you knealing down, placing his hands on your knees looking up to you.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just needed to ask you something.."
He looks at you waiting for you to continue.
"Um we brides do this thing where we draw on our hands.."
You pulled out your hands, to show it to him. He takes it into his own hands. Looking down at them.
"It’s called mehndi, we do these little flowers designs all over our hands-"
"God, they look lovely! Beautiful even."
He squints his eyes to closely examen your hands.
You love his serious face.
"And we also do this silly ol' tradition, where we put the grooms initial in our mehndi and they must find it. It shows you are meant to be together, you know."
He looks up at you with a smirk on his face.
"And you want me to look for it?"
You look away, you bite your lip.
"Yeah.."
"Alright, then let’s do this thing."
He starts looking for it intensevely, looking at your fingertips, in between the lines and the flowers. Flipping your hands on both sides. It's been about 6 minutes, but he still couldn’t find it anywhere.
"Love are you sure it's here?"
You chuckle at him, looking at him a slightly tilted head.
"What? Do you give up?"
"NO! no I’m just asking to make sure, that's all."
After looking for while, he finally finds it.
"BOOYA! Found it. Look right there, below the thumb. You see?"
He points it out for you.
"Finally! You did such great job sweetie."
You smiled at him.
He looked so proud of himself. He took your hands in his, kissing them lovingly while looking at you.
"I guess that means we are meant together, forever."
You burst out laughing, giving him a big tight hug around his waist.
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Marc
After the reception, you and Marc left the party for some alone time together.
"God I am exhausted. I didn't realise that weddings can get this chaotic."
You chuckled at him, sympathizing with him.
"Yeah it does. Getting ready, preparing the ceremony, greeting all the guest could really drain all your energy out."
Holding your hands together, you notice a bench under a well-litted tree. So you both go sit under it.
"You know..in indian weddings we also have this THING, yeah. Where the groom has to find his own name in the brides henna, to see if they belong together."
"Really?" He asked
"Yeah, also some grooms have a very hard time finding it you know .."
You look away from him with a grin on your face.
"Are you challenging me Y/N Spector? You really don't think I can do this?"
You shrug at him
"Don't know, just sayin?"
You look back at him, with a cheeky smile.
He takes your hands in his and immediately starts searching for it. In within seconds he finds it.
"Look here, at the tip of the finger."
He points out.
"Told ya babe, I'm too good at this."
It shouldn't have surprised you honestly, I mean he was a mercenary after all.
"I never doubted you for a second babe, I just wanted to let you know."
"Right?"
You give him a quick peck on his cheek
"Comon let's go. Our guest must be wondering by now, where we are."
He stands up, bends down to pick you up like a bridal style.
You yelp.
"Marc! Put me down! Marc..."
He looks down at you with a smirk.
"No, I don't think so..."
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Jake
You and Jake, both arrived at the hotel that you were about to stay at, for the next few days. Jake had booked a presidential suite.
When you arrived at the reception. Jake gave his name to the receptionist, and she gave him the keys to the suite.
One of the bellhops on standby helped you guys with the luggages.
When you both got to your suite, Jake tipped the bellhop. And he went on his merry way.
You used the keys to open the door. When you entered the room, you hurriedly went to on the giant king size bed and plopped onto it. With a big sigh escaping your mouth.
Jake closed the door locking it. And plopped next to you. You both looked at eachother and laughed.
"Long day, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm tired. I just wanna take this dress off and go to sleep."
"Me too, want me to help you out, amore?"
You nodded at him.
"Yeah, that would be nice."
You sat up and Jake helped you get all of the bobby pins out of your hair. Which was surprisingly a lot.
"Done! Whew that was A . LOT!"
You chuckled.
"I know, thank you."
"De nada amor."
You stood up to go to the bathroom. But he caught your hand. You turned your head to him, confused.
"Do you need help getting out of your little dress, bébé."
You gently slapped his hands away. Making him chuckle. You look at him half-unamused.
"Jake.."
When you both got changed into your comfy clothes. Getting ready to sleep.
You poked at him to get his attention. He turned around to look at you.
"Babe?"
"Sí amor?"
"Can you do something for me?"
He comes up to you laying up against you. With his head on his hand.
"Of course, qué pasa?"
"So I wanted you find your name in my henna. It shows if you belong to one another."
"Oh bébé we don't need to play these silly little games to prove our love."
"Oh comon, please? For me?"
You gave him your puppy dog eyes, you knew he couldn't say no to them.
"Alright..fine, muéstrame tus manos."
You happily showed him.
He looks at it for a while looking for his name then he finds with a heart drawn along after it.
He looks up at you smiling.
"So? Did you find it?"
He suddenly pulls you in for a deep sensual kiss. He pulls away to awnser your quetion.
"Sí. Aquí."
He then cups your cheek with this hands for you to look at him.
"Te amo princessa."
"I love you too babe."
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BONUS♡
Khonshu
"What? Are you gonna ask me to play your silly game aswell?"
"Well I wasn-"
"Because I am not playing your stupid games."
You looked at him stunned.
"What? Khonshu? KHONSHU?!
THE END
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Translation>
Princessa- princess
Sí- yes
Aquí- here
Muéstrame tus manos- show me your hands
Amor- love
Bébé- baby
Qué pasa- what's up
♔ Nipple Play ♔
Pairing: Cecil Dennis x Fem!Dom!Reader
Warning: 18+ smut, nipple play [obviously] and some cussing.
A/n: OK this was hard, like super hard. But I made it through somehow. And I know it's not that good. So I would appreciate some feedbacks. Anyway Enjoy!!
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You always wanted to try it out, but you were to afraid of what Cecil might think about it, so always kept it to yourself.
It was until one night, when he came up to you, nervously looking down on the floor. Before asking..
"Uhh hey babe, um i've been meaning to ask you this for a very long time. And you are completely free to say no to this. But, um..."
When it left his lips, you couldn't believe it. You were over the moon. You immediately jumped out of your chair, nodding at him furiously, giving him the biggest hug.
Now infront of your mirror, looking down at yourself, in your new blue lingerie set that you had recently bought. It cupped your breast and all your curves perfectly, all in the right places . You were super anxious but also excited for Cecils reaction to your new set. You had told him earlier to wait for you in the bedroom and not to touch himself, while you finish getting ready.
When you came into the room, the first thing you noticed is how Cecil was already completely naked head-to-toe, awaiting upon your arrival. Sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees, like a good boy he is.
You stepped inside, leaning against the doorframe with a tray of ice cubes in your hand. You lingered there for a moment, letting him savour in the view. He immediately stood up with his jaw wide open, looking at you like a hawk.
"God.. you look so hot in that babe. I wanna rip it off of you. And fuck the shit out of you, right now."
He walked up to you, lifting his hands up to touch you, but you lowered down his hands, shushing him by placing a finger on his soft lips. Making him take a step back.
"OH no, today i'll be taking care of YOU, and the only thing you have to do in return, is sit back and follow my lead"
You drag your finger through his lips down to his chest, gently pushing him back towards the bed until he hits the side, making him fall backwards and look up at you.
You were really starting to like this whole thing. Taking control, dominating him, being on top and all...
You purposely bended over perking up, giving him a better view of your butt. Slowly placing the ice tray on the bedside table. You looked back at him, you can already see the drool escaping his lips, goggling you up and down.
You stand up, straightening up your posture. Before gently laying him down on the bed and slowly crawling up, hovering above him.
You first lower your face to gently kiss his lips, slow and steady. He moans into your mouth, arching his back up for any sort of contact. But you firmly push him back down.
"Tsk tsk behave, no touching"
"Sorry mam" he says.
You love it when he calls you that.
You drag your fingers up to his curly messy hair, tangling your fingers with it. Then tugging it to the side, exposing more flesh, making him groan at the sudden action. You start kissing his jawline roughly, leaving sloppy kisses all over his neck down to his collar bone, lingering there for a moment, sucking and kissing hard. Enough to leave bruise marks there.
He's doing everything in his power not pull you in close by your waist to feel you, to touch you, to grind up against you. Instead he's gripping the sheets beside him so tight, that his knuckles have turned white.
You lower yourself down to his chest and start doing small kitty licks, flicking the nip upwards. Then you latch on to his right nipple and start sucking on it, using your tongue to circle around it while using your other hand to twist and pinch the other nipple around your digits.
"Please babe.. I need to touch you..please, i'll do anything" he whines.
You detach yourself, to look up to him through your lashes. Seeing his puppy dog eyes. You couldn't possibly say no to him, not when he's doing that. Besides you have teased him enough for today.
"Now since you have asked so nicely. You can go ahead..touch me."
He immediately starts roaming your body with his rough hands. Coming up to your shoulder, playing with the straps. Swiftly removing it, making your breast bounce out. Mezmerized at it, he starts kneading them with both of his hands, grazing his thumbs over your buds.
You lean to the side and grab an ice cube from the tray. Which is already melting in your hand.
You lean down, and start drawing shapes with the cube on his abdomen moving upwards to his chest. Tracing small circles around his nipples. Squirming under your touch.
"Does this feel good love? Is this okay?"
He opens his eyes to look at you. Trying to speak..
"It's more than okay, I'm just happy we're finally doing this shit."
You chuckle at how adorable he his.
You take another ice cube and putting it in your mouth, moving it around coaxing it with your spit. You push it out, holding it right between your lips. Moving up, right above his lips. Signaling him to open his mouth.
You then drop the the ice cube straight into his mouth, the saliva string still attached. And command him to swallow it. He does just that. He swallows it, sticking his tongue out, proving it to you.
"Good boy"
You pull yourself off of him. Getting out of the bed.
"Babe what are you doing?"
You don't say anything, instead you the let action, speak for themselves.
Getting down on your knees. You take his cock with both of your hands and slowly start to pump it, gradually speeding up.
He throws his head back in pleasure moaning out your name.
"Oh, oh yes Y/N, yeah comon yes faster, Faster!!"
It didn't take him long before he reached his climax.
Long shots of hot white strings, shot up in the air. You sucked of every drop of it, not wasting anything.
When he came down of his high, he looks down at you, cupping your face with his hands for you to look at him. Leaning into the touch. He kisses your forehead, before looking at you back.
"Babe please don't ever be afraid to tell me if you wanna try something new, alright? I'm down to try anything, if that means I get to do it with you, yeah?"
You smile and nod, giving him a kiss on his lips.
THE END
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MY WORKS
Fluff ♡ Smut ☆ Angst ♤
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MK System
STEVEN GRANT
Cookie disaster ♡
Mehndi ♡
Book Encounter ♡
MARC SPECTOR
Mehndi♡
Insecure♡♤
¿New Interest? ♡
JAKE LOCKLEY
Mehndi♡
Cécilia ♡
SANTIAGO GARCIA
LLEWYN DAVIS
Hug me ♤♡
CECIL DENNIS
Nipple play ☆
DUKE LETO ATREIDES
Haircut ♡
ABEL MORALES
Car trouble ♡
Falling ♡
BLUE JONES
RICHARD ALONSO MUÑOZ
OSCAR ISAAC
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Randoms: 1 2 3
The characters I write for:
* I may or may not add more characters in the future
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The MK system Steven x Marc x Jake
Santiago Garcia
Llewyn Davis
Cecil Dennis
Duke Leto Atreides
Abel Morales
Blue Jones
Richard alonso muñoz
Oscar Isaac
Jensen Ackles
Misha Collins
Dean Winchester
Castiel
ꕥ HAIRCUT ꕥ
╰┈➤Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x GN!Reader
Warning: Kissing scene & Inunsiation of sex
A/n: This is my first drabble. It was fun writing this. Got this idea from @lavenderotpprompts. Enjoy my lovely readers!!
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"We have people specially for this position my love, you really don't have too."
"But I really want too babe"
You turn your head look at him with an raised eyebrow.
"Or is it because you don't trust me?"
He looks up at you, seeing you have stood up from your previous position walking up towards him, straddling him with each of your knees on both sides of his hips, settling down on his lap. He instinctively places his rough hands on your waist.
"It's not that I doubt your skills love, but why would you want to do it?"
You start to unconsioucly play with one his curls with your fingers.
"My Duke, if you haven't already noticed. I'm in love with your curly, salt&pepper hair. And I'm not very fond of the idea of someone else touching your hair other than you and me. "
He looks up at you with a wide grin before pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against your own. You pressed your body flushed against him, trailing your hands up to his hair tugging it back, pulling a loud groan out of him. While his hands are roughly placed on your hips, enough to leave bruises. Moving your hips back and forth on his groin. He then dives right back in on your neck leaving bite marks all over it. Realising what's gonna happen, you suddenly pull back..
"Before this turns into something else. I should also let you know that I have plenty of experience on doing haircuts from back when I was a child. My father always needed my help on doing it. And I must say, I'm very adequate at it."
He hesitates for a moment but he eventually gives in. So you quickly remove yourself from him to get ready.
He settles down on a chair that you have brought before placing a gown around him. You sprayed his hair with water and started snipping away. It didn't took you long to be finished with his hair. Swiftly removing the gown. You hand him a mirror so he could look at himself.
"Et voilà! I'm done, my Lord."
He opens his eyes slowly excited to see what you've done to his hair. He lifted his arm to look at himself in the mirror.
He looked astonished.. furthermore impressed. Running his hand through his hair.
Slithering your arms from behind placing it on his broad shoulders, you asked.
"What do you think Babe? Is it to your liking?"
He looked at you through the mirror with a smirk, placing the mirror down, he took your hands and turned around in his chair.
"Love, it's amazing I love what you've done to my hair. It has to be said I look quite stunning thanks to you."
"You're welcome babe. And yes you do look quite handsome."
Leto stood up from his chair, pulling you in by your waist, kissing the crown of your head.
"Now that I have you, I don't see any need of Gabriel"
He chucklels while you playfully hit his chest, looking up at him
"Should we continue from where we left of.."
THE END
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