03. Main Masterlist [includes the characters i currently write for]
↳ John Logan Masterlist
↳ Dean Di Laurentis Masterlist
↳ Clark Kent Masterlist
↳ Regent Thragg Masterlist
04. DJ SPIN THAT ISHHHHH
05. Emoji Anons Taken:
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it's currently 6am here and i'm at a hotel for some work conference and super regretting not bringing my laptop cause writing fics on mobile SUCKS but also i should probably go outside and get fresh air hahahaha
Your Logan fic was amazinnngggg omg please feed us more!!!
ahh thank you sm 💕
i'm honestly still so obsessed with him and i LOVE writing for him. i have a few requests including fluff, angst, and pure smut that i plan to get through over the weekend, so i promise i plan to keep you well fed !
↳ Warnings/Themes: PG. Hurt/comfort (Garrett, not reader). Phil Graham mention.
↳ Pairing: Garrett Graham x Reader
↳ Words: 457
☁️: read about the event, here ❤︎
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It was always noticeable to everyone when Garrett, ever the centre of attention, was in a mood. However, it was like only you had a sixth sense for when he was truly hurting and not just in a funny mood.
Garrett had slipped into the house long past midnight, ignoring everyone else in the living room as he headed up the stairs. When you walked into his bedroom a few minutes later, you found him sitting on the very edge of his bed. His head was bowed, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the floor, looking weighed down by the world.
He didn’t need to say anything for you to know what had happened. He had spent the evening dealing with Phil Graham.
You shut the door softly behind you, shutting out the sounds of the house. Walking over to the bed, you didn't say anything at first. You simply sat down next to him, letting your shoulder rest against his rigid one.
Garrett let out a long, ragged breath, but he didn't look up. “He was at the rink tonight,” he muttered, voice stripped of his effortless charm. “Spent half an hour telling me how much I reminded him of a younger him.”
Your heart ached for him. Garrett worked himself to the bone to be the perfect captain, the perfect player, the perfect guy. All the while, he carried the heavy shadow of his father’s legacy, both on and off of the ice. He tried so hard to be more than Phil Graham’s son, but it was like the harder he ran, the closer he got to it.
“Garrett,” you whispered softly, reaching out to gently place your hand on the back of his neck.
The second your fingers made contact with his skin, his entire body shuddered. The rigid posture he’d been holding for hours collapsed. With a soft sigh, he turned his head and buried his face into your lap, his arms wrapping around your waist.
You shifted slightly to give him more room, your fingers immediately sliding into his soft hair. As you gently massaged his scalp, the tight lines of tension slowly eased out of his shoulders.
“You are nothing like that man,” you murmured soothingly, hoping the hate in your voice wasn’t obvious; your anger was not what Garrett needed right now. leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “There is so much love and light in you, he only wishes he had that.”
Garrett didn’t answer with words; he sighed into your touch and closed his eyes.
“Can we just stay here for a minute?” he asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.
You smiled, continuing to scratch his scalp. “Always, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
💭: my first garrett day and i LOVED writing for him. honestly such a complex character for me. thank you for requesting this day w him and i hope you're well. if you enjoyed, please consider leaving a comment, ask, reblog etc, it means a lot xx
I hope you're having a really good day. Also, i saw you're also a Marvel fan too. Did you see the trailer for Avengers: Doomsday? What do you think about it?
hope you're having a good day also bby 🥰
omg i would LOVE to speak on this.
so i'm really particular w trailers and i always try my best not to watch them cause i hate how spoilery they are.
SPOILER WARNING (ish)
but a few pics of steve have come on my dash and i'm actually so disappointed cause it just looks like cevans rather than cap so it's almoat like well what's the point?? just nostalgia baiting atp. but the russo's are known for misleading trailers so i really don't know :/
↳ Warnings/Themes: Mature (🔞). Smut. Oral (f!receiving). Fingering.
↳ Pairing: F!Reader x Dean Di Laurentis
↳ Words: 1348
↳ Summary: Your boyfriend distracts you while you try to play The Sims.
☁️: anon, idk what made you think of this but i highkey love it. i kept the sims game vague but, in my head, she's playing the superior sims 2. 🤭 also side note i've been so busy fic writing that i haven't played sims in months i miss her bad ❤︎
Requested: Yes [at bottom of post]. General Masterlist here. Dean Masterlist here.
Over the sound of Dean’s laptop, which currently sounded like a jet engine, and the Create-A-Sim music, you barely heard the sound of the front door downstairs slamming. You didn’t even hear Dean sprinting up the stairs and into his bedroom. So focused on the game, your brain barely registered his presence until he was peppering wet kisses along your neck.
“Ah,” you gasped, your hand twitching on the mouse. “Dean!”
“Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin.
Practice had run long, he'd been yelled at by Coach twice, and all he'd wanted on the drive home was to bury himself inside you. he just hadn’t realised he’d have to compete with a computer screen for your attention.
You tried to squirm away from him, keeping your eyes glued to the monitor. “Babe, give me like an hour then I’m all yours.”
“An hour?” He groaned. “The sims can wait; I can’t.”
He pressed his lips directly to the sensitive spot right behind your ear.
“You’re so needy,” you said, feeling proud of yourself for holding back a moan as he lightly nipped at your earlobe.
“I haven’t seen my girlfriend all day,” he said mouth moving to your neck, “I have no shame in admitting that I’m needy.”
It wasn’t that you weren’t eager to see him too, but inspiration had hit and you were finally creating the perfect Sim.
“I’m making a Sim for my Sim to fall in love with,” you explained, purposely ignoring his dramatic pout as you dragged a slider to adjust the nose of the Sim. “I’m tired of looking at uggos.”
Dean lifted his head to squint suspiciously at the character you were creating on the screen before looking at you. Giving up the pouty act, he moved from behind your chair and shimmied his too big frame into the narrow gap between the desk and your seat. He perched himself on the edge of the desk, effectively straddling your legs and completely blocking your view of the monitor.
“Dean,” you whined.
“Isn’t that why we spent three hours last week making my Sim? Have your Sim fall in love with my Sim,” he demanded. He rested one hand on the arm of your chair while his other hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up to force you to look at him.
“But your Sim made ugly children.”
Dean let out a dramatic gasp, pretending to look deeply offended.
“I’m serious,” you continued. “I had to delete the whole save file and restart. Now, move.”
He leant forward slightly, crowding your space. “So, you’re not going to chose me over the game?”
“No.”
You tried to duck your head to look around his torso, but your boyfriend was having none of it. Instead, he leant forward, closing the distance between you in a silent ask for a kiss... an invitation you couldn’t help but oblige.
His mouth came down on yours, warm and heavy with the desperation of someone who had been thinking about you all day. Your hands automatically wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as your tongue swiped over his.
As he kissed you, calloused hands ran over your body, sliding up your thigh and under the hem of your shirt. His thumb flicked over your hardening nipples. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you could feel Dean’s victorious smile against your mouth.
“Don’t mind me,” he whispered against your lips. “You just keep playing, okay?”
Before you could even formulate a response, Dean shifted your chair back just enough to slide off the desk and drop to his knees right in front of you.
“Dean,” you protested, even as you lifted your hips to help him take off your shorts. “I can’t concentrate if you’re–.”
You gasped as his fingers slid beneath the elastic of your underwear, already finding dampness in your panties.
“You have your fun, I have mine,” he said, pushing your legs further apart.
He leant forward, burying his face in your lap. He pressed a wet kiss right through the fabric of your underwear, his hot breath fanning through the material. You did your best to focus on the game, one hand on the mouse and the other in his hair, urging him on as he continued kissing your lips through your damp panties.
Truthfully, it was pointless having your hand on the mouse, you hadn’t so much as looked at the screen from since Dean knelt between your legs.
“Smells so good,” he praised, nose rubbing against your clit through the panties.
The praise went right to your clit, which was throbbing needily. You let out a breathy moan as you shifted your position on the chair to give him better access, your heel coming to rest on his back.
“Need more,” you pleaded. “Please~.”
A broken whimper left your lips as he pulled your panties to the side and moved his tongue against you. He kitten licked through your folds, lapping up your arousal before he flicked his tongue against your clit.
The hand you had in his hair tightened, and he tried to supress a moan as you pushed his face deeper between your legs. Your hips started moving on their own volition, chasing relief for the ache you felt.
As he sucked your clit into his mouth, his free hand ran through the slickness of your folds. Giving up on trying to downplay your moans, you wantonly moaned, not caring if his housemates were home and could hear you. honestly, it was nothing they hadn’t heard from you before.
Dean pushed two fingers inside of you as a reward for your moans, pumping and curling them against your walls.
“Oh, fuck, Dean~,” you rasped, your head lolling backwards as you panted.
“Are you still focused on the game?” Dean teased, his voice muffled between your legs. He flicked his tongue against your clit again, his fingers picking up pace inside of you.
You didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, your mind too focused on the pleasure he was giving you. Your thighs shook around his head, nails digging into his scalp as you felt yourself building closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, Dean~,” you whined.
“Gonna cum for me?” he asked. He didn’t need to ask, by now he could tell the signs when you were close. He just wanted to hear you say it.
“I will, I’m gonna cum for you,” you promised.
Dean pulled back and looked up at you. His chin and lips were glistening with your arousal as a cocky smile flashed on his lips. “Bet you wish you were cumming around my dick.”
As if to prove him right, you clenched around his fingers. He chuckled, low and mean. “Thought so.”
Your pussy clenched again, trying to keep his fingers in as he slid them out of you. he immediately replaced the loss with his tongue, tracing your hole with his tongue before plunging it into you. simultaneously, he pressed down on your clit, rubbing in a tight circle.
Your entire body tensed as you came with a cry of his name. he continued caressing you through your orgasm, mumbling compliments about how beautiful you looked cumming for him and how good you tasted.
It’s only when you came down from your high did he pull his fingers out of you. he offered his coated fingers to you. “Want a taste?”
Keeping your eyes on his, you leant forward and sucked his fingers into your mouth. you made a show of licking his fingers clean, tasting yourself on him.
“Fuck,” he whimpered as he watched you.
He reached over with his free hand and deliberately slammed the laptop lid shut.
The loud groan of the fan died out; the only remaining sound in the room were your ragged breaths as you watched each other.
“The Sims can wait,” Dean whispered as he stood up, his fingers already moving to the waistband of his trousers.
You looked up at him, pussy clenching again with anticipation for what was to come. “It can wait,” you agreed.
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backing up against him to spoon in the morning. he’s still asleep for the most part, but he opens up to you. his arm folds over you, hand cupping your breast. his leg stretching over yours. you’re his for him to keep there, soft and warm, and you’re not sure he’s even conscious about it as he starts grinding his growing morning wood against your ass
are you still doing your Drabble 30 day challenge ?
omg do you know what crazy timing this ask is, i am literally now sat here copying over the queued posts to this account and making it look (in my mind) a bit prettier! our minds hahaha
starting tomorrow, i'll post two a day until we catch up and then from the 26th it'll be one a day again. thank you sm for asking 🤎
