had an idea that adrien finds a stray kitten on the way home from patrol one night and brings it home to keep it out of the winter cold and maybe give it a place to rest for the evening, since it’s obviously without a mother or any sort of protection/way to feed itself
he tells himself he wont keep it; that he’ll bring it to the vet in the morning and have it checked out, then bring it to the animal shelter so it can be adopted
but overnight the kitten falls asleep on adrien’s chest, and it purrs and stretches out its tiny paws, and oh no, it’s too cute, too cute, abort, ABORT
so he tells himself he’ll bring it to his and ladybug’s next patrol to let her say hello, since she once mentioned something about loving cats, and only after that he’ll do something about it
but when this little angel clings onto his shoulder and seems to enjoy the ride across the rooftops, and is so darn sweet to ladybug (who smiles very big in return), adrien knows he can’t just get rid of this precious creature just like that!
one week, he tells himself. one week with this kitten and then he’ll find her a home
one week turns into three, and three turn into eight, and suddenly adrien’s got a cat of his own that he brings to every patrol and lets sleep on his chest every night while simultaneously doing his best to hide her from his father who probably already knows because let’s face it you dont just see a
€500 cat condo in your son’s amazon order history and think nothing of it…but hey he’s just glad his kid found something to keep him happy
so adrien has a cat. a cat who he invites all of his friends over to see, including marinette, who can almost swear she’s seen that kitten before, on someone else’s shoulders…but hey, it’s just a coincidence, right? lots of cats have similar markings!
(bonus points if adrien names the kitten Buginette/Bugaboo)
CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1980
A/N: Jealous!Cas with
a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/smut warning!!! A little fluffy,
because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.
laughter rose above all else - the din of bar conversation, the clinking of
glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the
jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit
corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered - fixed on the raven-haired man in
a well-fitted suit situated at the bar - lids burdened with disdain.
hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting
teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.
pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade
could - fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards
this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas
observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared
into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply
needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning,
you would whisper something meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived
by angelic ones - an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel
room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of
the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed
with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips - spoken
only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely
when he spoke.
He doesn’t whisper them when he’s got his forehead pressed against Cas’ after a long kiss he knows, he knows, he needed more than air.
He doesn’t pant them out when his face is buried in his pillow, Cas’ hand between his shoulder blades keeping him there, while the angel slowly draws his hips away only to thrust back in deep and hard, exactly how he knows Dean likes it. How Dean needs it. He does it like he wants to give Dean everything.
When Dean trails kisses, wet, sloppy, meaningful kisses up Cas’ thigh, he doesn’t murmur the words against the soft skin beneath him.
Dean doesn’t even say them when they part ways for a while because he’s got a case to work or Cas has a lead to follow.
But just because Dean never says the words doesn’t mean he never tells Cas how he feels.
Whenever they kiss passionately, after they’ve touched foreheads long enough that Dean has caught his breath, he gives Cas this look and it’s nothing but adoration.
Dean sends Cas pictures of cute animals- no, of the cutest animals- which means he regularly takes the time to riffle through what the internet has to offer, curating a string of photos just for Cas.
When Cas fucks Dean from behind, Dean chants, You’re everything. You’re everything. Cas, please. You’re everything.
There’s a tab for the American Bee Association on Dean’s computer that’s perpetually open. He still hasn’t figured out if it’s even feasible to raise bees in the bunker.
When Dean spends so long kissing his body, every inch he can get his lips on, cheeks flushed prettily and lashes fluttering, that Cas feels like the rain to Dean’s drought, the message is loud and clear.
Dean’s grin is wider than Cas has ever seen in it the first time he makes peanut butter cookies. He grumpily states that chocolate chip is the right way to go but well, whatever. His smile lingers as long as the aroma of the baking does.
When they part ways temporarily, either because Dean needs to work a case, or Cas needs to work a lead, Dean’s hand, wherever it is on Cas, linger and squeezes. Pads of fingertips brush against exposed flesh, before pulling away.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,219 Warnings: Language Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.
Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence. Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.
In which Mary notices Dean and Castiel (self-indulgent drabble set somewhere in the beginning of season 12)
The Winchesters, Mary, and Cas are working a case together, and they split up. Cas and Dean go to finish off a nest of vamps while Mary and Sam resolve things with the locals.
They meet up at a shitty 24 hour diner at some ungodly hour of the night, and Mary is so engrossed in conversation with Sam that she almost misses the way Dean’s hand hovers at Castiel’s lower back as they enter the diner. Almost.
“Finished ‘em off real good, huh, Cas?” Dean says with a tired smirk once they’re seated, nudging the angel with his shoulder.
“Yes,” Cas agrees, opening his menu.
Sam orders a coffee and Dean glares at him so he orders a soup too. Castiel gets the same thing that Dean gets.
“You need to eat?” Mary asks.
Castiel shrugs. “It’s a habit, now.”
And Mary notices the way that there is almost a foot and a half of empty space on Dean and Cas’s side of the booth that they’re not using. She notices the way their arms touch from shoulder to elbow.
“So,” She says to Sam, later, when they are alone, “Dean and Cas?”
“Oh,” Sam scratches the back of his neck. “It’s, um, complicated, I think.”
“My name is Keith. I am your guardian angel,” Keith says, drawing his shoulders up high. The shadows paint large wings upon the wall behind his back. “And I am here to tell you to stop being such a fucking trainwreck.”
Keith has a flawless record as a guardian angel. Lance is a walking disaster who hasn’t had a lucky day all his life. Keith will keep both Lance and his record alive if it kills him.
You watched the young boy get punched across the face. He fell to the ground and sat up, wiping away the blood dripping down from his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Namjoon and his friends in front of him.
“Y/N! Check this kid out!” Namjoon laughed, while turning his head in your direction.
You rolled your eyes at the sight of them picking on their newest freshmen. You folded your arms and leaned against the school’s brick walls, holding out a hand, rejecting his offer. Lunch was Namjoon and his group of follower’s “fun time.” They would choose a new freshmen each week and give them an option to either: 1. Give them money or 2. Get beat up. Then they would take them to the back of the school at the end of the week, and either got paid or beat them. Majority of the time, they would just pay up because they were scared, but today was different; the freshmen put up a fight, which rarely ever happened. The only time it happened was about two years ago, and the guy was sent to the hospital and transferred to another school.
The young boy stood up from his fall and darted his eyes towards Namjoon. He had no fear in his eyes, he continued to stare at him, his brown hair dripping with sweat. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and looked Namjoon down.
“Who are you glaring at, punk?” Namjoon frowned.
“I’m staring at this fucking rat in front of me.” The young boy retorted.
Namjoon raised his eyebrows at his insult, stunned. No one ever spoke that way to Namjoon, not even you. Everyone knew better than to insult him, whether it be boy or girl, he’ll immediately put you in your place. You were expecting the young boy to get punched in the throat, but to your surprise, Namjoon started laughing.
“I like this kid.” He said pointing at him, turning his head to look at his crew behind him.
“Rapmon, he just insulted you. Don’t you want to kick his ass?” Hoseok growled.
He shook his head no while waving his index finger side to side, eyes still targeted at the freshmen.
“What’s your name, kid?” Namjoon asked.
“Why the fuck do you want to know?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.
“Just because, do I need to explain myself or give you another beating?”
“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He mumbled.
Namjoon nodded and smirked, making his dimples noticeable.
“You should consider hanging out with us, JK.” Namjoon said while walking away from Jungkook. He turned his back towards him and threw out a card from his pocket.
You got off the wall and went to follow Namjoon. Curious about Jungkook, you turned around to look at the young boy. He looked at you with his innocent, deer eyes, and licking away the blood from the bottom of his lips, his gaze never breaking from yours. You smirked before turning away from him. Namjoon wasn’t the only one who found him interesting.
Namjoon and his group of friends entered the school building, along with you in the back. Everyone was avoiding eye contact with them and staying close to the walls as they walked on by.
“Why didn’t you beat him up, Rapmon?” Jin asked.
“Cause I didn’t want to. No more questions, I’m tired.” Namjoon replied.
Namjoon kept his chin up, walking proudly through the hallways. Everyone was afraid of him, even though you knew he wasn’t shit. To you, he tried too hard to look threatening. Deep down, he was just a little boy.
You guys made your way back upstairs to the senior classrooms, waiting for the lunch break to end. You looked out the window and noticed Jungkook now laying on the grass, arms and legs spread apart, and Namjoon’s card still in the same place where he threw it. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, and his clothes were stained with little patches of blood. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, sorry for all the freshmen’s who fell victim to your brother’s game.
Namjoon and you weren’t blood-siblings, but since your mom and his dad got married when you were both young, it was as though you both were. He would beat up anyone who picked on you, he couldn’t stand seeing you cry. One time you had a crush on a boy, and Namjoon secretly found out and forced–no–threatened the poor guy to go on a date with you, but funny how things work, the poor guy ended up becoming his best friend: Jung Hoseok. Even after all that, things weren’t awkward between the two of you, thankfully.
“Y/N, I’m going to be home late. Make sure you get V to walk you home.”
You turned around from your seat and gave a small smile to Namjoon.
“I’m a big girl, Joonie. I don’t need him to walk me home.” You quickly darted your eyes towards Taehyung. He had transferred last year from Daegu. Namjoon immediately liked his aura. He was loud and shameless, just what Namjoon needed. He gave him his nickname, V after seeing him fight, he was ruthless, and it was always a victory, everyone was too scared to fight Taehyung. But in reality, he was cute and weird. You liked him, not in a crush way, but he intrigued you. Even though he was a major flirt, you liked that even more. Namjoon always warned the boys that you were off-limits, but that didn’t mean they were off-limits to you. Them being off limits is what turned you on.
After school ended, Taehyung waited for you at the entrance, arms folded and eyes closed, leaning against the wall. You stood in front of him and slapped his arm.
“Let’s go.” You smiled.
The minute you arrived to your empty home, you both made your way to your bedroom. Buttons from your shirts being loosened, kisses getting deeper and sloppier. Taehyung slipped his hand under your skirt and cupped your ass, biting your bottom lip gently. Your fingers tracing the outline of his back, kissing his bare shoulder, up to his jawline. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, you could feel his erection against you. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, caressing his toned abs.
“If only Rap Mon knew what a fucking dirty bitch his little angel was.” He grunted.
You were going to remember that. You shoved his shoulders, pushing him back and got on your knees, unzipping his trousers. Rubbing your hands against his clothed dick. Squeezing his cock as punishment for calling you a bitch. He hissed at your action.
“Ouch. Sorry princess, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He smirked.
You rolled down his boxer briefs, revealing his hardened member. One thing you liked about Taehyung was his size, you’ve had sex with other guys before Taehyung, but they never satisfied you. He noticed you staring at his cock and chuckled.
“Well hurry, you don’t want mommy catching you sucking me off.”
You slapped his thigh in response. Grabbing his cock with one hand, you placed the tip on your tongue, and licked his slit. While the other hand massaged his thigh.
“Fuck…Y/N. You’re so fucking dirty.”
He pulled the back of your hair and tightened his grip, moaning louder. Another thing you also liked was how vocal he was, it made you feel good, and it turned you on even more. You began sucking on his tip, slowly working your way up his length until it reached the back of your throat.
“Right fucking there. Stay right there.” He groaned.
He didn’t let you move for a while, tears began forming as he held your head in place. You could barely breathe with his cock blocking your airway. Smacking his thigh as a sign that you couldn’t bear the pain, yet he still didn’t move. He continued making small thrusts deeper inside your throat so you pushed him away and glared at him.
“Why’d you do that?” He groaned, while stroking his member.
“Cause I couldn’t breathe, idiot.” You retorted.
“Sorry princess, I’ll be more careful.”
“Just hurry up and fuck me before my parents come home.”
He licked the bottom of his lips and smirked.
“That I can do, princess.”
He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You took off your shirt and unhooked your bra, in which Taehyung bit his lip and slid his hands up from your waist to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them together.
“I want come all over your chest. Can I this time?” He begged.
“If you hurry up, maybe I’ll let you.”
Still holding onto your boobs, he kissed your lips again. You could taste his cherry-flavored chapstick, although his lips were still slightly chapped. Even so, there was no denying he was a good kisser. While his tongue made its entrance in your mouth, he unzipped your skirt, letting it sink to the ground. He walked you over towards your bed, pushing you down. Your back hit the mattress, and you watched his hungry eyes prey on your body.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, princess.”
“Then hurry up and do it. My parents are going to be home soon.” You rolled your eyes.
“I love when you’re feisty.”
He climbed on top of you, and got on his knees resting in between you legs. He stripped off your underwear and lined his member against your center, running it against your slit. He was purposely teasing you, since he could feel your wetness against him. You bit your lip and rolled you eyes, pinching his arm to hurry up. He took notice and placed the tip in. You both moaned at his movement. You could feel yourself stretch as his cock slowly began to fill your walls.
“Fucking…tight.” He mumbled.
“Please, Taehyung.” You begged.
He increased his speed and hovered above you, arms on both sides of your shoulders. Thrusting his cock in and out repeatedly, while moaning loudly. You squeezed your thighs against his body, you were close to coming. Taehyung could feel you tightening around his cock and penetrated himself further in.
“Ready to come?” He chuckled.
With that, he continued his pace. Sweat dripping down from his neck to his chest. You dug your nails into his skin, as you reached your high. Taehyung smiled as he watched your body squirm as you came around him, feeling proud of himself. Soon after, his speed slowly decreased, you watched his head fall back, biting his lower lip. He was close to coming. He took out his dick and licked his lips.
“Can I come on your chest, princess?” He groaned while stroking his cock.
You nodded and watched him crawl up to your side while pumping himself. His moans became more aggressive and loud, hissing and groaning until a load of hot white liquid fell down to your chest. He ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.
“Fuck. This was fun.”
You got up and grabbed a towel, wiping away his mess. Gathering his clothes, you threw it towards him and grabbed your own. You both redressed yourselves and as soon as Taehyung was done, he flashed you his boxy smile.
“I’ll see you next time, princess.” He winked before leaving your room.
Sadly, there wasn’t going to be a next time. Although Taehyung was fun, he was still a part of Namjoon’s crew. You made a rule to yourself, if you were going to sleep with Namjoon’s friend or anyone associated with him, you would only do it three times, and Taehyung had reached his max.
You first began to have sex with Namjoon’s friends as a way to get back at him for ruining your relationship with your last boyfriend. He had gotten your ex super drunk and ended up sleeping with one of Namjoon’s whores. So, you decided to fuck his close friend, Yoongi. When he found out you had sex with him, he got angry at you to the point where even you were a little afraid of him. He dragged his friend by the collar and pounded his head against the wall several times, until you stopped Namjoon, not even realizing he nearly killed the poor guy.
You stopped fucking with his friends or the people that knew him for awhile, until you met Taehyung. He was wild and crazy, which you found super attractive. You teased each other for awhile, until one drunken night, you both fucked in the back of an alleyway. Then the second time was when Namjoon left the house to grab some beers, leaving you and Taehyung home alone. It was fun while it lasted, but you didn’t want Taehyung to get paralyzed like how Yoongi almost was. Even though you liked messing with his friends, you knew your limits.
The next morning you had woken up early to head to school. Finals were nearing, and you needed study and practice. You made your way to the open gate and heard a familiar voice.
“I wasn’t scared of him. If anything, he should’ve been scared of me.”
You turned your head to the sound of his voice. It was the boy from the day before. Jeon Jungkook. He looked at you the same way he did yesterday with his innocent brown eyes. He was alluring, you felt as though time had slowed down while walking past him. His eyes followed you, again never dropping or looking away, you swore the corners of his mouth formed into a grin before you turned away and entered the school building.
You suddenly had a craving for him. Young and innocent. They weren’t typically your type, you seemed to always fall for much older guys, but Jungkook had something that was interesting.
You made your way up to the library and hid yourself in the corner of the room. There were two empty desks next to you, one in front and one on your side. In hopes no one would come sit next to you, you placed your backpack on the desk in front of you. You took out your notebook and book, resting your leg on the chair in front of you, you began to study.
“This seat isn’t taken, is it?”
You looked up and saw Jungkook smirk. He looked more handsome up close. He had a baby face, but it was do-able. You scratched your head and sighed.
“Sorry, it’s taken.” You answered.
“I don’t buy that, baby girl.”
He pulled out the chair you rested your leg on and sat in the seat. He placed his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his knuckles, staring at you up and down.
“What do you want?” You groaned.
“You.” He immediately replied.
His word sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but grin. Charming. But you weren’t submissive like he thinks you are. You were in charge, you were always in charge.
“Get in line, sweetheart. There’s a lot of guys who want me.”
“I know, but do you want them? I saw the way you were staring at me. I know you want me too.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Cause your leg is rubbing against mine right now.” A devilish smirk began to form on his face when you realized you were caressing his right leg. You felt your cheeks get warm, they were probably red as hell. You were caught in a situation, you’ve never been in before. You didn’t even notice you were touching him. You pulled your leg away and tucked a piece of you hair behind you ear, clearing your throat before replying to him.
“It’s only because you’re so close to me. Trust me, sweetheart. I’m really not interested.”
“It’s fine. I like them hard to get anyways, it’s more fun. I know you’ll think about me when you’re fingering yourself, so just talk to me when you want me to help you out.” He lifted one of his fingers and placed it in his mouth, sucking it once before getting up and walking away. You bit your lip, and chuckled to yourself. This was going to be fun. You hope he would decline Namjoon’s offer because you wanted him for yourself. You wanted him more than just three times, for once you really desired someone.
Part 1 is finally up. I always like to add a little background before actually getting into the whole series. I hoped you guys liked it, I’ll try update this series as often as I can since I’m still writing The Last One, but I decided to be nice and gift you all with part 1 on Intimate. Look forward to more, and feel free to leave your opinions! I honestly still need to practice writing smut scenes so kekeke. Until next time, xoxo.
Okay but Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker, the golden child of the Republic, falling in love with assassin Padmé who becomes a vigilante because she thinks the Jedi aren’t doing their jobs properly? Good stuff.
you could feel him getting agitated. his mind faltering from the plan. that was usual though. the Joker didnt make plans. but this was important.
this deal had to be made. no killing. no threats.
your hand settled on his thigh and he took a deep breath in, forcing himself to steady. you had that affect. being able to keep his eyes on the prize. you didnt do it often, hell, the Joker liked to have his fun.
but he knew this was important, just the same as you, which was why you were there. the ‘angel on his shoulder’ the love of his life.
You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.
“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you.
“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”
You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends.
Summary: You know that Castiel likes you as you’d overheard him tell the boys, but he won’t act on it. You tease him by calling him “Angel Boy”, a name he doesn’t like. Castiel decides to confront you about this, which leads to an interesting demand from you.
Author’s Note: On my last home visit I got my wisdom teeth out and read a lot of fan fiction when recovering- I noticed Cas rolling his eyes and being sassy was a trend, as well as sarcastic sex- so I was inspired to write this.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been continuously teasing Castiel. After having heard him admit to Sam and Dean a few weeks ago that he always got a weird feeling around me which he didn’t quite understand fully- to which the boys later confessed what he was describing was ‘Love’- I decided that I’d try to see where I could take this little love interest.
I’d been wearing clothes that I thought I looked especially cute or hot in whenever I knew Castiel was going to be around; I would purposefully button a few of the top buttons of my flannel so he could get a ‘good view’ of my cleavage when we were researching. I also made sure to put in lots of touch, considering that I knew Castiel wasn’t much of a ‘touchy-feely’ kind of guy; he never had many interactions with humans before meeting Sam and Dean-according to what they tell me- so he was a little more socially awkward when it came to the hugs, or handshakes. Whenever we would pass by one another I would ‘accidentally’ brush my hand against his, or reach for the same book or object when doing research in the bunker. My touch seemed to always startle him, making him seem wearier and almost electrocuted when it’d happen, even if only for a split second.
Rick rocks into Michonne with a great need; pushing himself
deeper and deeper into her abyss just because he needs to. Sweat springs up on their skin as he thrusts into her in
the back of the old van. They should be looking for supplies, but she looked so
damn good today. He kisses her feverishly as she wraps her legs around his
waist, linking her ankles together as her heels dig into his lower back. She
gasps suddenly, grasping at his hair and pulling harshly as he strokes that
deep spot. He leans back, just to watch her. Her eyes are closed, her mouth
open as she pants, her beautiful breasts bouncing with his movements. Sweat
beads in the valley between her breasts and he licks her clean, grunting as the
sweet saltiness of her invades his mouth.
Her feminine moans and gasps and grunts drive him wild as he
pounds into her. His need for her is animalistic. He reverts to the most primitive
part of himself when he fucks her. He has no other priority, no other
responsibility. He is single minded. His mind on one track when it comes to
her. To make her quiver and squirm underneath him. To make her want to crawl
out of her skin as she calls his name into the universe. To bring her pure, unadulterated,
sweet, pleasure. His only duty is to make her banks flood with desire and quake
with sweet eruptions. She deserves it. All of it. Every ounce of it. And he’s
going to give it to her. Whenever he can; whenever she wants it.
Rick lifts her some from the floor of the van and throws her
arms over his shoulders, encouraging her to wrap her fingers around his neck.
He pushes his knees into the backs of her thighs and she starts to move with
him, crashing down on him as his hips push to meet hers. She crushes her
breasts and nipples into his slick chest as he leans them into a proper sitting
position. She rests her elbows on his shoulders as she cocoons his head with
her forearms and hands, her hair falling around them. Rick nuzzles his face
into her neck as he squeezes her to him, reveling in the feeling of her hard,
thick nipples sliding against his sticky chest.
Michonne throws her head back as she tightens her vaginal
muscles around him, smirking devilishly as she feels him shudder from the
pressure, “Fuckin’ shit baby,” He mumbles in a slur, his hot breath
sticking to her sweaty skin.
She knows he loves fucking her but it’s her pleasure to fuck
him all the same. His body is beautiful. Riddled with scars, old and new,
telling stories of his heroics over the past two years. One old bullet wound,
just under his shoulder, reminding him always of his time as a sheriff, as
Lori’s husband, as Shane’s best friend. His scars are a map of a tough, gritty,
emotional, loving, strong man; and her need for it, for his body, for his love,
his attention, consumes every fiber of her. She loves it; the need. Never, has she ever had this
feeling before. Not after the end of the world, and certainly not before it. He
is the love of her life.
He drills into her relentlessly now, strong, hard, fast, and
all she can do is hold on for dear life, “Ugh, God I love you.” She
mutters under her breath, not entirely realizing what she’s said.
Her words are jumbled together, almost as if she has a mouth
full of peanut butter but his ears pick her words apart with a great ease. He’s
wanted to hear them for so long, but the devil deep inside of him tells him he
doesn’t deserve them. But his body defies his devil as another tense shudder
racks through him as the words stick to his skin. A grunt scratches at the back
of his throat, sounding like a deep growl from a territorial, threatened lion
defending what’s his. He bites down on her shoulder roughly and she squeals
from the pleasurable pain that rips through her incredibly sensitive body. He
dips his hand down to her thighs and pushes his fingers between her wet lips,
finding her clit instantly. He rubs quick circles against her, adding to her
lust, as he continues to thrust deep into her.
“Say it again.” He commands gruffly, his voice low
and gritty, “Tell me you love me baby.”
She can’t even think, let alone form a sentence. She’s so
close that he can taste it. She
plasters her forehead to his as she bounces on top of him, each stroke pushing
her closer and closer to the edge of her impending orgasm, “Tell me
baby,” He whispers in her ear, his words washing over her like a
waterfall, “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” The words are harsh and rushed as
her hips begin to falter against his. She can’t take it anymore. But he still doesn’t
hear her, not like the angel on his shoulder needs to. They were muttered and
jumbled and slurred from ecstasy. He wants them loud and proud, heavy and full.
Even though you don’t deserve them, his
“I love you. God Rick! I love you, I love you.”
She screams as his last thrust proves to be her undoing. She comes all around
him, tightening her walls on him, coaxing him into his own release. His seed is
hot, mixing with her own internal heat and the external rays from the sun,
thrusting their temperatures to a stifling degree. Their breath is ragged as
they release and then relax against one another. Her dark skin sticks to his,
their sweat glinting in the sun as their hips involuntarily move slowly against
one another. Rick lets his head rest against her breasts, pecking at her skin
with sloppy, wet kisses as her chest rises and falls.
He raises his head, those bright blue eyes scanning her dark
ones. He looks so beautiful in this natural light. His pink lips thick and
swollen with passion, his dark, curly hair in his face as sweat drips from the
ends, “I love you girl.” He mumbles under his breath, suddenly shy to
say it out loud as the animal inside of him recedes back into the depths. His
devil will not win today.
She smiles and lowers her lips to his, savoring the sweet
kiss. She soon giggles against his mouth, letting him eat up the heavenly
sound. She hums sweetly, swaying them back and forth slowly as the sunlight
beats down on them in the back of that old rickety van. She knows it was hard
for him to say it and that it might be hard for him to hear it after all of
this. After the passion and lust is gone, after his animal is caged once again,
and his devil is set free. When it’s just him and her, Rick and Michonne, it’ll
be hard for him to hear it. When Negan looms over them, now that their hunger
has been satisfied. It’ll be hard for him to hear it. He’s damaged. But that’s okay. She’ll love him anyway.
Why do you deny
yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid
of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love
of my life. You are the love of my life.
Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Word count: 790 Warnings: Smut. Unprotected Sex. Basically Porn Without Plot. Request: ( Anonymous ) Hi sweetie! I don’t know if your requests are open? But if they are - could you please do a smutty fic where the reader dresses up in one of those Sexy Devil’s costume for Halloween. And even though it makes Lucifer furious he can’t help but get turned on 😘
Authors Note: I played around with the request a little bit but here you go Anon!