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#lance mcclain #voltron lance #commission work #voltron legendary defender #woke up 5:37 to rain #so im here making a post now #right after asking if my sister is alive bc she wasnt home when i went to sleep like sure she is an adult #but adults get abducted too #those past two days ive been just making groceries and crying at the inflation #i also hot glue gunned a box for my drawer to keep the charms in and reorganized things ! #first b3cause packing preorders will be much nicer now and second of all #im avoiding putting myself in a position where my brain can speak out loud when im under stress like shut the fuck up collect things into #boxes okay #oh have i told you i made list of reasons my mom called me lately? #accordingly it was because: someone died #then because she had a panic attack (she still doesn't call them that) #and then because my sister wasn't picking up #we ended up talking about taxes and an ongoing trial which was postponed from last year when my mom and grandmother didn't get there bc #they had a car accident #if this doesn't make you go 'lol' about life #i dont know what will #you just can't start thinking about it and have to draw beautiful Lance's that people commission from you look at him #and those shoulders trying to compensate that flat ass #i hope yall like him #😆 #everyone is totally cool so far btw i hope it doesn't distress anyone HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND

[thesweetestkimberry]

Beach Day

Pairings: Hanta Sero x Reader

Summary: 1-A goes to the beach, a day that began with insecurities and mishaps turned into a night of new love and acceptance.

Warnings: OOC characters, Mineta being a perv, might be some curses?, mentions of stretch marks and insecurities of the body

Notes: SO this was kinda written with a fuller body in mind because I have one, and a lot of the time I struggle with accepting my body. It’s not a huge factor in the story but it is there. I hope this story kind of helps you forget those insecurities for a bit.

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“How come you’re still wearing your clothes (y/n)?” Uraraka asked sincerely as you tensed, shooting her a nervous smile, “I’ll take it off in a bit! I just wanna get situated.” You said taking a sip of your drink from your spot on the sand. You and Mina had set up underneath a large umbrella, putting your towels side by side and arranging your belongings.

“She’s just insecure.” Mina said, making you flick sand at her while she laughed, “Whaaat!?” The girls shouted, “You have nothing to be insecure about!” Momo tried, making your mind race,

“That’s what I keep telling her!” Mina once again interjected. It took all your will to not find a way to zip his trap with your quirk. “American and Japanese ideas on the body may be different, but that doesn’t mean yours is bad.” Tsuyu said in her usual blunt manner making you sulk,

“And with that new bathing suit Toru and Mina picked out, I’m sure you’ll look great!” Jiro said shooting you a thumbs up as her earphones waved. Knowing you weren’t gonna win this, you sighed, “Okay, but only for a bit.” You said as you began to remove your shirt and shorts.

The girls twittered amongst each other about how you looked, which made you insecure about your body. Your fingers subconsciously raced over the stretch marks on your stomach, breasts, and thighs, your mind shooting to what the ones on the back of your arms and thighs looked like. 

 Finally stepping out from under the umbrella, you tried to cross your arms over your stomach, which was softer than the skinny toned girls in your class. The pink girl huffed and tried tickling you to get you to ease up, tickling you to do so and as a result of your laughter, heads began to turn, and some stared a lot longer than you would’ve liked.

Suddenly you heard a loud SMACK, the boys who were playing volleyball winced and groaned. Turning your attention towards them, you saw Sero with a quickly reddening imprint of the volleyball on his face, making you cringe.

Kaminari patted Sero on the back and laughed, “That’s what you get for staring.” He joked, making the boy flush. “Don’t act like you guys didn’t look!” He yelled loudly making them all tense as you looked over. They all threw their quirks at him, either shocking, singeing, or freezing him.

You quickly turned away when the girls called you over again to join them in the water, which you had agreed too, since you usually swim far enough for the water to reach up to your chest. You and Tsuyu swam for a while, the other girls played with a beach ball on the other hand, laughing and splashing water at each other.

Suddenly, you froze and shrieked.

“Something touched me!” You yelled as you frantically looked around, Asui tilting her head curiously. “Was it some seaweed?” She asked you as you wiped the water off of your face,

“No no, like, something touched my ass!” You said as she disappeared into the water, probably to look around.

After about a minute, you heard splashing and yelling. Looking over in that direction, you saw Asui break the surface and come out holding Mineta with her tongue. Swimming over to the shore and shaking him

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You said exasperated as he trashed in her hold, swimming back to shore to meet her. “I think this is the piece of trash that touched you.” She muttered as best as she could with her tongue sticking out.

“Hey let me go! I’m thorry it was just out there! You know you thouldn't be wearing thomething like that if you didn’t want anyone to touch you!” Mineta said aloud making you cover yourself as best as you could with your hands, even pulling down the bottoms to cover your ass that was barely poking out.

“The hell you say scumbag?” You heard an aggressive voice say, making you flinch. “He touched (y/n)!” Mina shouted as she came to console you, seeing how you had gotten.

“Give me the scumbag, Frog.” Bakugou said with a chilling smirk making your skin crawl. Asui did as he asked and tossed the kid at him, Bakugou caught him by the head effortlessly, careful to avoid actually grabbing his quirk. Mineta thrashed and cried out, pleading for help while everyone turned a blind eye.

“I'm about to win this game you damn extras.” Bakugou said as he ran back to the court, everyone following. 

Getting into position to serve, he threw Mineta up into the air as he screamed. The blonde ran up and jumped into the air, and spiked the screaming student using his quirk, sending Mineta over the net and creating a mini crater in the sand.

The other girls cheered while you winced, still covering your body. “Hey, you okay?” A voice behind you spoke. You turned around to see Sero, still adorning the bright red mark on his face, 

“Yeah.” You said with a small chuckle, reaching out to hold his face. He blushed as you examined the injury, noticing that you were very close to his face. “Check out this new spell that I found.” You said as you closed your eyes and focused on him, chanting some spell quietly, you then looked back up at him and smiled.

You gently bounced in your spot, making Sero notice how the air dried your hair, adding beach waves to your hair. “What’d that do?” He asked rubbing the back of his head, You pulled a small compact mirror from your bag nearby and showed him his reflection,

“Oh shit! You healed it?” He asked as he poked at his face, only making him flinch and gasp in response. “I only made the visual injury disappear, the pain is still here.” You said as he gently poked his face still. 

“It’s kinda useless, I know.” You said looking down dejectedly, but Sero quickly and gently grabbed your chin and tilted it up to look at you. “Nonono, it’s great! It’s pretty cool actually.” He said with his contagious smile. Realizing what he did, the two of you blushed, but before you could say something Kaminari cut between you two, 

“Leave room for the holy spirit.” He said leaving you two at about 3 feet apart, both laughing.

When the day began to darken and the air turned chilly, you all bundled up and started a bonfire with the help of Todoroki’s quirk. S’mores were made and stories were told and laughter was flowing. Everyone was having a great time, and you and Sero couldn't help the glances you two would share.

You later found yourself separating from the group and walking along the shore, feeling how your feet left imprints in the sand. 

“Mind if I join you?” A voice came from behind you, the wet sand concealing his nervous approach. You turned with a smile at the newcomer, nodding as you turned back around, “Of course. What draws you over here Sero?” You ask once he takes his place next to you, the boy in question shyly rubbed the back of his neck, 

“Well, you.” He mumbled, head turned away from you, obscuring his answer. You turned to him and asked him to repeat what he said, making him fluster, “W-Whales, you know?”

You chucked at how quickly he answered, turning back around and craning your neck up to the sky, “I don't think we’ll see any whales, but we can see the stars.” You say as the boy turned to look at you, seeing as though you had stopped walking. “They’re beautiful.” You whisper.

Sero looks at your hand that rested at your side, empty and waiting, practically begging for him to take it into his own. 

And that's exactly what he did. 

At the feeling of his hand in your own, you turned your attention to the blushing boy, your face turning into the same shade. “Sero?...” He swallows the nervousness he had gotten stuck in his throat, preventing him from speaking properly. “(y/n), we’ve been friends for a while, but I found myself wanting to be more than that.” Realizing where this was going, you stepped closer and squeezed his hand.

“You're beautiful, and I don't just mean physically. Your everything is beautiful! Your eyes, your smile, your personality. Not to mention you're so strong in so many ways! Your quirk, your reason to become a hero, the way you just exist is an amazing thing alone,” he rambled, words nearly blending together, your brain nearly frying to keep up with what he was trying to say.

“But why me?” You whisper more to yourself, only for him to hear you, “what do you mean?” He asks lifting your chin so his eyes could meet your glossy ones, “I don’t look like Momo, or-or Mina,” you begin, not looking directly at him in shame, “I’m not pretty like the other girls in our class im-” Sero cut you off with a hug, “Stop that, I don’t want Momo or Mina, I want you. It’s you who distracted me earlier from the volleyball, it’s you who I imagine holding close, your body is beautiful and you know why?” He asks holding you at an arms length to get a good look at you, as you shook your head, “It’s beautiful because it’s yours.”

You stare at Sero with wide eyes, admiring how cute a blush looked on his face, “Look what i'm trying to say is-” grabbing his cheeks and planting your lips on his, his eyes widened for a second, hands flying up in surprise, only for his eyes to begin fluttering closed as you deepened the kiss, his hands finding their place on your waist and pulling you in. With chests against each other, you both could practically feel how hard your hearts were beating, almost threatening to burst out of your chests.

He groaned against your lips when he felt you begin to pull away, making you giggle at his reaction, “can I finish my sentence next time?” He joked, eyes still shut in bliss, “maybe you just talk too much,” you quip back, now meeting his eyes, “I mean if that's your way of getting me to shut up then I'll just never stop talking.” 

The ocean stretched to where the two of you were, the surprisingly warm water sending a shiver through both of your bodies. “So, would you want to maybe go out? Maybe be my girlfriend?” He asks lightly squeezing your sides, making you sigh contently. “Not maybe,” you begin, pulling him down to another kiss, however you stop just as you feel his breath fan over you, “definitely.”

“Thank you Hanta.”

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#hanta sero imagine #Sero Hanta #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #insecure reader #fluff

[sunflowercakemix]

Chuuya Nakahara x fem/Reader

/ Part 2

Reader P. O. V

,,..... There's waffles in the air, but flour in my hair.... " I sang softly carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzz of the bakery kitchen. The warm vanilla scent embraced me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by the crisp air filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps from the main baking area. I change my singing tune happily as I develop a bounce to my step, my happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to wither away with a loud yell " OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN'!"

A sour thought and expression follow from me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?". I wave my boss away placing tray of cakes on a large table and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scent playing in my nose. "Back to work Y/N!" I tell myself.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar. Trough my fingertips I let my emotions flow, right into the bowl with the mix. I let the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, just to pour it in the mold to shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash registre. I smile softly wishing I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A smile tugs on my warm cheek one more time as I go back to baking with a new tune to my lips to my bosses dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them. The shallow sound following him all the way to large doors to his bosses office.

,,... Boss" the ginger said stepping inside.

,, Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!".

Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, leaned to look at him from his kneeling position from the floor in front of a young blonde girl.

Chuuya quickly bowed ,, My apologies for interrupting you Sir but you quickly requested me to come here"

Mori started getting up from the floor. ,, In fact I did. The situation is rather urgent. Some of our smmuglers have turned out to be in fact another organization stealing from us. They have stolen an impressive amount of our cargo. " He sat at his desk ,, An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market"

Chuuya nodded to this ,, So what's the plan?"

,, You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Understood?"

,, Yes boss! "

,, Good."

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

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,, Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel. ,, Oya, and underground organization? This just might finnaly become interesting." he thought with a smirk.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times as he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

,, These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity. "

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park.

These were also the times I used to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. I was enjoying my peacfull time until an explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They are yelling and pointing to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd away.

,, Fuck no, I'm not dying today!!" was all my shaken up brain could muster.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. ,, GURL get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened. Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the back ally behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst from fear. My hiding spot smelled like shit, but my best hope was that shit was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying ,,Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!!!".

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying  came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

,, Damn gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood of his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them being able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one being able to control acid. The Black Lizard was currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much.

Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid.

,, This is the feared Port Mafia?!?" asked the acid controler mockingly. ,, Im surprised you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest making him weaker. The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head ,,Aktagawa?". He didn't get an answer just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, stepped up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots contuied in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees and my mind kept shaking. I heard screams in the far open. I wanted join them in their demonstration of fear but I also felt like I needed to do something to help. Yet I stayed there quvivering.

I shut my numb eyes, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE" I thought

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until I saw body of an unconscious man laying in the beging of the ally way.

,, Someone else will help him.... " I looked around for that someone then another explosion came. ,,Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to the place where I was hiding.

The bangs and thuds continued to bloom all around us. I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could run from here.

He was out cold.

I couldn't just leave him there but neither could I run with him like this , so I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would end soon.

Reared P. O. V

The chaos was finnaly cleared when it was deep in the night. The silence following it even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hidding, I saw police helping the scared or the injured on the streets but avoiding the area of the explosions.

I heard something shuffle next to me I quickly turn to find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort two bule eyes started looking into me.

,, Who the hell are.... You?!?" he snapped through his teeth.

,, Ummm.... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting and staring at me. ,, You better not be... AAGH!!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

,, Oh my god, are you ok?!?" I ask quickly.

He didn't answer.

,, The police is over there they can help you and.. "

,, NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him worried. "He's not dying. Is he?!" I thought. Back at the street the sight seemed to have cleared. I put his arm over my shoulder.

,, What are you doing?!?" he snaps at me.

,, Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay concious!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the wall.

,, Where are you hurt?" I ask. He points to his chest. I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face. ,,Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet over here?" he asks. I lead him to the faucet where he washes what I now notice to be a burn. After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kid I dug up from the drawers.

,, How are you feeling now?"

,, It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies. ,,Thank you.... erghh.. "

,, Y/N"

,, Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. ,, And mind if I ask who are you? " I cautiously break the silence.

He looks back at me,, Im Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara"

,, Nice to meet you then, and one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly need help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak.

,, You don't play around, huh? Don't worry about that my boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips ,,You should worry about you breaking in here"

,, Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

,, What you're a baker?". He winces from pain a little as he speaks.

,, Mhm" I answer ,,Are you sure you are ok?"

A sighs comes out of him ,,I am just... Can you help me with my shirt, I... need to get going"

I sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat. ,,You are sure about this? You don't seem ok"

He fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table ,, I am".

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced ,, Like 100% sure? "

I hear a light chuckle from him ,, 100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

,, It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe. Chuuya"

As I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step I try to sink in the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back. The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

,, A-and that should do it" the doctor said. Soon after that we heard the door open.

,, How are you Chuuya-kun?". I recoginsed the voice and got up.

,, Much better Boss"

He nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

,, Im sorry to be the barer of bad news but I have to tell you that the group  got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle"

,, THOSE SONS OF A BITCH" I stumped my fist on the mattress

,, Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will get much more than we have lost"

,, What do you mean?"

,, This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us." he paused to look at me ,, But for that I expect to see you back at work soon"

I nod ,, You will boss"

                               

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I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me weight of a failed mission. It stung even worse than that burn on my chest.

I started looking around the streets of Yokohama thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will ease my sorrows when I get home.

This was the plan until I noticed a broken glass door. Behind it a familiar sighing sillouet tapping her fingers on the registre.

I decided to drown my troubles with something else.

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attacks and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows.

Guess that was preety flavorless for them since they never stayed long to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company. For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were never fun.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

,, Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street.

,, Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,, Hello Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name. ,,Um, hi! What brings you here?"

I ask.

,, I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets.

Light crackles through me. This is my chance. ,,You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this ,,Really?"

,, Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon". I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie. The one boss refused to display.

     

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Carrying my pride and joy back I find the man sitting at a table looking around.

,, Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him. As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head on my hands. Heart thumping in wait to see his reaction.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks pouring out of her eyes.

,, You really love your job, eh?" I ask. She laughs ,, My, my what gave it away!"

,, Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the cake.

She crooks an eyebrow ,, You really don't miss anything?" she smiles ,, And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide. It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted flowers in my mouth.

,, You.. You made this!? " I ask. Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out. ,, I did. Do you like it?!"

,, It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

The cake soon dissapered from the plate wich her didn't fail to notice.

,, Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer ,, Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me.

Soon she comes back. ,, You know I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat. ,, Really?"

,, Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

I continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

,, By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking."

I choke up a little. ,,I had buissnes there".

Her eyebrow quirks again ,, Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to brush off the conversation I say ,, I'm fine now thank you for asking".

,, You do kinda give me the gangster vibe". I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were.

,, Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

,, It's on the house" Y/N says.

,, Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

,, Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat ,, You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that!"

The room felt warm again with her words I couldn't help but smile myself

,,In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice rings through the room ,, Come again soon!"

#anime #nakahara chuuya #Bungou stray dogs #Chuuya x reader #Chuuya Nakahara x reader #BSD #bsd

[sambukasam]

Caught

Summary: Dean walks in on you and Sam

Request: Anonymous: Could you make a smut between the reader and Sam. Daddy kink. and have them be caught in the act by dean and dean teases them about it?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, riding, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, spanking, reader has a mild pain kink, suit!kink i guess??

Word Count: 3505

A/N: sorry for being ia (and the disgustingly generic fic name)! dear anon, i hope this is okay for you!! im counting it as r (riding) for the abcs because ive been severely slacking on that front

ABC’s of Sex Masterlist ↔︎ Normal Masterlist

Sam looked damn good in anything he wore.

But there was just something about him in a suit that got you going like nothing else could. Maybe it was the way the suit made him seem even more powerful than he already was, maybe it carried an aura of confidence, of dominance.

Whatever it was, the sight of Sam shrugging into the blazer jacket had your breath catching in your throat from where you were sitting at the library table. His eyes shot over to you and he smirked, already knowing how much you loved him in his suits.

"Dean and  I are going down to the police station. Think you can stay away from your pussy for an hour?"

Your eyes widened at how brazenly he used the crude word outside of the bedroom, where Dean could walk by and hear at any time. They also widened because of the heady combination of his suit, his words, his face, him.

If he thought he could get you worked up and not face any retaliation, he was wrong. You put the book you were reading face down on the table and stood up, walking over to him. You leaned up to kiss his jaw before brushing past him and going into the hall, pausing to look over your shoulder at him and to say "I'll try my best, Daddy."

You saw his jaw set and his eyes narrow before you practically ran off to your room, not wanting to be stuck near the stifling sexual tension anymore. You knew that there would be consequences for you calling him that, that one of his rules was to not call him that outside of the bedroom. Another was that you were not allowed to get him worked up in public, so you were pretty much on a roll at that point.

You had to find something to busy yourself with while you waited for Sam to get back, something that would distract you from touching yourself; because if he found out you got off while he was gone he wouldn't be very forgiving. And he always found out.

Occasionally you'd risk it, but you decided you were treading on thin ice already, and if you pushed him too far the punishment would be real, not the fun spanking you were desperately hoping you'd get when he got back.

You stopped your thinking to look at the room, noticing the state of it. You guys had been ghosting in and out of the bunker for the past few weeks and you never really had the chance to take into account how messy you and Sam's room had become.

Cleaning seemed like the best thing to do while you waited because it kept your hands busy, and judging by the clutter of the room, it was going to take a while.

What cleaning didn't keep busy was your mind, however, and you spent the next hour thinking of all the things you wanted Sam to do to you when he got back, hopefully all while he was still in that suit.

The time went by in a blur, and by the time Sam strolled into the room the place was spotless and your panties were soaked.

He leaned against the door frame and folded his arms, the image of peace and composure if it wasn't for the pure, unadulterated lust that was clearly brewing in his eyes. He cleared his throat and you dropped the last dirty shirt into the hamper before daring to speak.

"How'd it go?"

"It was a shifter. It jumped Dean on the way back to the car, we dealt with it. He's in the shower," he said softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Now, onto the more important question. Were you a good girl while Daddy was gone?"

You nodded and swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth dry up. You shifted on your feet as he casually rolled the sleeves of his jacket and shirt up, and bit your lip as his strong forearms were exposed.

"Use your words, Babygirl," he prompted.

"Yes, I was, Daddy. I didn't touch myself at all," you grinned, leaving the hamper's side and sidling up to him.

You saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat after you called him Daddy. "Bet you're soaked," he commented, and you could tell he had fully sunk into his bedroom role. "Maybe if you didn't break two of my rules earlier, I might have considered letting you come."

Your eyes automatically slid down to his crotch, where the outline of his hard cock was clear against the material of his trousers. You felt your cunt throb in anticipation, and when you looked back up at his face, he was grinning. You could practically hear the cogs whirring away in his brain as he planned what he was going to do to you.

He pushed off of the door frame and ambled over to the bed, shoulders relaxed as he made his way past you. He dropped heavily on the foot of it and patted his lap. He didn't need to say anything, you knew what it meant.

You tried not to smirk as you walked over to him and bent over his lap. You weren't sure which one of you enjoyed spanking more, you or Sam. He loved the power it gave him, and how you trusted him to never go too far. There was also the added bonus of you squirming every time you sat down with his handprint on your ass for weeks afterwards. He was never gentle, he made sure you felt every inch of his hands when he struck your skin.

You loved how teasing it was, how his hands were so close to your pussy. Sometimes his fingers would run along your slit, but he never dipped them in, always keeping up the pretence of it being a punishment. You were a sucker for the pain and how it morphed into pleasure.

He hiked your dress over your hips, leaving your panty-clad ass propped out for him. You wiggled your hips a bit to get more comfortable, and he put a hand on the small of your back to keep you from squirming any more.

"Hm, I wonder how many spanks it'll take for you to finally learn that teasing me doesn't end well for you?" He mused. His big hands kneaded your ass, slipping under the barrier of your panties and slowly pulling your cheeks apart before squishing them back together.

"As many as you think I deserve," you said dutifully.

"Now, I'm at an impasse," he said conversationally. "Obviously, spanking seems like the obvious punishment route. But the more I hit you, the more you get off. Five sounds like a good number, doesn't it?"

You gritted your teeth together, and you knew he was enjoying this immensely. You could take well over fifty, and he was only giving you five? "Yes, Daddy."

"This way, you'll be wanting more of something that you won't be getting. This is a great lesson in humility," he continued.

You dropped your head between your shoulders and decided to avoid making a snarky comment to egg him on, knowing when he was in one of those teasing moods he could be mean.

His hands withdrew from your panties, and he pulled them down just under the twin globes of your butt to keep them out of the way. His hand cracked down harshly suddenly, and you yelped while he rubbed over the mark gently in an effort to calm the pain.

Of course, that soothing sensation went out the window as soon as he pinched the spot that was no doubt a dark red colour already. "Don't forget to count," he said in a sing-song voice. Bastard, you thought to yourself.

"One, sorry Daddy."

Your skin was already throbbing slightly from just the one hit, and you couldn't wait to see what it would look like when he was finished with you, even if it was only five spanks. You knew he'd make them count.

The next time his hand came down, it was on the other cheek, his hands immediately grabbing and squeezing the skin he had just hit. You hissed through your teeth, this had been a little harsher than the first swat. "Two." Your pussy twitched with interest and there was no doubt that you were completely soaked down there.

"Good girl," he praised, and he dipped one of his fingers down to run it through your folds. You whined when his fingertip bumped against your needy clit before quickly retracting.

He spanked you twice in quick succession, and you started buck your hips to attempt to get a bit more pressure on your clit. "Four," you grunted.

"Ah ah," he chastised, grabbing your hips in an inescapable hold. You hissed as the cold air of the room rushed to your ass, which felt as hot as a stove top to you at the moment. You figured the throbbing on your right cheek was in the shape of his hand, which was really fucking hot and you couldn't wait to see it when you guys were finished. "One left, you can stay still or I can make you," he warned.

You stilled immediately, not wanting him to tie you up today. You preferred having your hands free to roam across the broad expanse of his back, to card through his hair and to tug at it when he hit the right spot.

He patted your thigh in what was probably supposed to be a comforting gesture, but to you, all it did was set your nerves on fire in anticipation. He parted your thighs with one of his hands and slipped his palm down to your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly. "Fuck," you moaned out when you realized what was about to happen.

His hand pulled back, letting the air rush to your soaked folds before it landed a slightly softer blow to your cunt, hard enough to make you shake and tingle all over without causing any actual damage.

"Five," you sighed happily. You were positive you were dripping onto the floor at this point, you were that wet. There was a loud sucking noise, and when you looked up over your shoulder at him you saw that Sam had sucked his fingers that had just been running over your cunt into his mouth in an effort to taste you.

"Think you learned your lesson?" He asked when he was done cleaning his fingers off, pulling you up. You sat on his lap facing him, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders.

"For now," you hummed, grabbing his hands and leading them to the marked skin, sure that there would be bruises reminding you of this moment a week from now. You squeezed your hands around his, encouraging him to go back to gripping the skin like he had been earlier.

You winced at the pain but pushed down into his palms at the same time. Your pussy twitched, the pain sending sparks flying to it while your hands moved from his and to his face. You cupped his jaw, dragging his mouth to meet yours while he rocked your hips onto his.

"Please, Daddy," you whispered against his lips as your clit came into contact with his covered dick. You tugged on his tie to keep him close while his hands let go of you. He pulled your dress up over your head, flinging it in the general direction of the hamper.

"Lie on the bed," he said softly, giving you a firm slap on the ass as you crawled off of him. You sucked in a deep breath as you made your way to the pillows at the head, taking care to swivel your hips as you went.

You heard his clothes hit the floor behind you, and by the time you were settled he was naked, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach.

"Sam!" You let out a soft yell and laugh as he practically pounced on you, ripping your panties down and past your knees. You froze at the look on his face, knowing you fucked up. You barely acknowledged the dull of pain that was coming from your ass as it came into contact with the blanket, instead focusing on the irritated look he was shooting you.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I meant Daddy, I'm sorry!"

He grinned a dark smirk and leaned over you, his arms bracing around you to hold his weight off of you while he leaned his head down to right beside your ear. "By the time Daddy's done with you, your voice is gonna be hoarse from screaming."

You shivered at the promise, craving him to prove his words.

His big hands gripped your thighs and spread them before he lowered his body so that his face was right in front of your pussy. His breath fanned against you, and you tried to wiggle your cunt close enough for his mouth to actually touch it, but his grip on your legs was strong, and you could barely move an inch.

His eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of you before he let out a low, satisfied sound. When his eyes cracked open to look up at you, there was a teasing glint to them. He made no move to put his mouth on you, and you swore if he kept up the teasing you'd give him blue balls for a week.

"Please, just do something already," you begged.

"I am doing something," he said in a 'duh' tone. "I'm holding your thighs up."

You blinked, unimpressed.

"You're gonna have to be a bit more descriptive than that, princess. And don't forget the magic word."

"Daddy, could you please eat me out?" You asked in an innocent tone, down at him. The way he grinded down onto the bed at your blunt words wasn't lost on you. He finally pressed forwards, his lips pecking your clit slightly.

You could have jumped for joy at the relief of him finally touching you with his mouth, but his hands pinning you down slightly prohibited it. Instead, you settled on tangling your hands in his hair while a smile spread across your lips.

His tongue lapped at the wetness that was coating your cunt and the crease of your thighs before he nibbled the inside of your thigh playfully. You giggled a little at that before sighing contentedly when his tongue pushed into you.

The feeling of him spearing you open after you being so on edge for hours was incredible. He released his hold on your thighs in favour of bracing his forearm against the backs of your knees, holding your legs up while he had a hand free. His tongue slid out of you and was quickly replaced by one of his fingers.

"Daddy!" You cried out while his mouth sucked your clit in. He huffed out a laugh against your sensitive skin while his finger slowly stretched you open. He added a second finger, and you shivered at the stretch. He crooked them inside of you, easily meeting your G spot like it was second nature to him.

With each push and pull of his fingers, you felt yourself draw closer and closer to an orgasm. His tongue traced circles around your clit while he pulled his two fingers out completely before pushing three in. Your walls fluttered around them,  gripping them tightly while they prepared you for his cock.

"Daddy, please can I come?" You begged, your fingers tugging his hair in a way that sent him bucking into the bed again.

"Hold it," he commanded before going back to work. His teeth nibbled your clit lightly, and you almost screamed at the feeling. He sucked it back into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, touching you everywhere all at once.

You tried your best to hold back, not wanting to come and ruin all of the fun, but it was damn near impossible with the way he was playing your body like an instrument.

When you were right on the verge of coming, not able to hold back any longer, he withdrew. His fingers left you feeling achingly empty, and your clit pulsed in the cold air.

"Good girls come on their Daddy's cocks," he chuckled. He lay down on his back beside you, and you turned your head to face him and gave him a confused look. "I want you to ride me," he explained, and you nodded before rolling over and onto him.

You sat on his cock, slowly grinding down on it and letting it slip in between your folds. You figured he deserved a bit of torture, after what he had put you through. You jumped when both of his hands slapped onto your ass, squeezing tightly and digging his nails into the reddened flesh.

"Stop teasing," he growled lowly.

You nodded and sat up to hover over his cock. He lined himself up for you, and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the head of his cock slip into you. He put both of his hands behind his head and shot a cheeky grin up at you. His muscles bulged at the angle, and you couldn't help but to reach out and wrap your hands around his biceps.

You sank down onto his cock as fast as you could, eager to have him fill you up. "Daaady," you drew out as his thick length split you open.

"I know, princess," he gritted out. His hands fell from where they were propping him up to rest on your waist, his fingers flexing as they dug into you. You swivelled your hips while you let yourself adjust to his huge shape.

He gave you a few moments to relax, and when he felt you begin to raise yourself up his grip followed you, slamming you down quickly.

"Fuck, Babygirl!" He growled while his dick twitched inside of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he guided you back up again, hugging him tightly.

You let him control the pace, eager to let him dominate you. His length was completely filling you up, touching you in places no one else could ever touch, pleasing you in ways no one else ever could.

"Daddy, please, I'm so close," you whined out, shuddering as his thumb stretched down to brush over your clit, rubbing circles. It was all so overwhelming. So much so, in fact, that it took your brain a few seconds to process the sound of the door clicking open.

It seemed that Sam noticed at the same time you did, and he rolled the pair of you over so that his body covered yours, blocking you from the intruder's line of sight while he pulled his cock out of you.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You squeaked in embarrassment at Dean's amused voice.

Your entire face was burning red as you buried it into Sam's shoulder, wanting to just curl up into a ball and disappear so that you wouldn't have to put up with the teasing Dean would obviously have no problem dishing out.

You could see Sam's eyes draining of lust fast, no doubt his brain was thinking similar thoughts like you were.

"Well, Daddy?" Dean asked with a serious face.

Sam sputtered indignantly over you, looking up over his shoulder and at Dean. "Get out, NOW!"

"You gonna go right back to nailing Y/N as soon as I leave?"

"No!" Sam exclaimed.

"We're gonna get dressed," you mumbled, peeking your head over Sam's shoulder. You decided that was a bad idea when you made eye contact with Dean. The annoying look was already written plain across his face, and you braced yourself for whatever stupid one-liner he was sure to come with.

"Alright, buckle bunny."

"Dean! Fuck off," Sam glowered.

Dean let out a small, self-satisfied chuckle before stepping back out into the hall and pulling the door shut after him.

Sam got up off of you instantly, sitting beside you. He offered you his hand and pulled you up into a sitting position beside him, running a hand through his hair before turning and shooting you a sheepish smile.

"Is he ever gonna let us live this down?" You asked, grinning without being able to help yourself.

"Doubt it," Sam shrugged, before getting up and digging through your drawers to find clothes for the pair of you.

When you guys walked into the kitchen Dean was waiting, propping himself up against the counter with a bottle of beer in one hand. "Hey cowgirl, daddy," he nodded at you both as he acknowledged your presence.

You groaned and threw the nearest thing to your hands at him, which happened to be a towel that barely sailed half the distance towards him.

"Oh, you have no idea how much fun I'm going to have with this," he chuckled.

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[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

Song of my life

I hate Jay, but I still think about breaking the moral code just to get them/he back.

I don't like their idiotic, bratty, ass, controlling, wimpy, diary of a stolen boyfriend, terror tactics, microsoft nerdy ass, clymphomaniac (Cliff Huxtable Nymphomaniac), military guerrilla style, bronchitis bitchass who snorrrrrrrttttttttssssss so fucking loud in the morning like a kerosene chemical bomb is stuffed up her fucking nose and into her black, gothic, lights her fingers, witch candles and fake dick complacencies all bundled in for an asshole she can't stop from seeking other people, with their own financial insecurities. But yet you steady roasting me??

I hate that I can't just get up and go get a job today. My ass is literally struggling just to pay attention on an application, then when I get frustrated that I can't find anything I'm even fucking qualified for, I get horribly upset about me not being able to do anything about it an just start wanking off for about 2-3hrs of porn just to get a high because I can't smoke weed anymore, and whenever I can't do that, I go to the store to buy processed food and sweets and pop that I don't need but I need to fulfill this need of a high with a sugar craving, and then I kick back into circulation because then I start thinking about how much of an asshole Jay and Jay gf was and then it repeats all over again.

I think too much.

I sneak drinks from my parents special alcohol because I can't even afford buying me some alcohol enough to drown my poisonous thoughts in. But then it gets worse if I drink too much, because then I think about hurting myself and the ptsd kicks in from my momma, dad, jay, that bitch, and everybody else that ever said any mean, rude, sarcastic, and judging me for not being able to grow up like a proper adult. When the truth is, I don't even want to?

And I mean the type the adult my mother and father became...

The corporate job, that you don't even like going to, but you do it because you gotta pay bills, wash your ass, cook, clean, and pay at restaurants because you wife likes to be dined out and took on trips every so often to feel loved and appreciated. Then there's the kids and their automatic dysfunctions to wanting to chip in or help out. All the while, when you come home, you're so tired and worn the fuck out, you can't even build on the dreams or the projects your ass retired to think about doing outside of work because your wife made you cut your hair and be somebody you weren't before you met her.

That's why I don't like marriage. Because I hate being controlled. But I know I need to if I want to settle down and at least have one freaking kid (which I admit took me a long time to even adjust to the idea of having kids at all, until much recently) because kids need to grow up within the first 8-10yrs with 2 parents to grow up with a secure attachment style. And I'm starting to fear, I don't wanna end up a workaholic like my mom who barely even had enough time for me working all the time to cover the household, and then now my dad is the one taking over that role and I see the difference in my sisters now, the lack of their father being able to emotionally support them, like he used to do with me. Cause when mom wasn't there, he was, and I'm glad he was. But now, I keep thinking that maybe if I didn't feel so fearfully attached to my mother to where I became anxious-avoidant, maybe I would have had a healthier relationships with my more feminine relationships and I wouldn't have started to feel like a low life about her not loving me, kissing me, or hugging me enough as a child, like I needed her to be there. It wasn't just me looking for attention or just whining for no reason, I remember crying to myself at night sometimes because I was afraid to call her to my room to help me. Because she was always at work.

And now you think I'm overthinking, but this is just an example of what my brain starts thinking within a whole hour and I just woke up. And by the way I hate the idea of being a depressed mother, postpartum-depression, my mother had it, but I've seen other mothers with it and how it affected the children to see their mothers sad and they became overpleasing, overworked children who blamed their mother's conditions on the reasons why they can't stop people pleasing and stop being too nice all the time, because they grew up in a southern background with biscuits, rice, and eggs that taught their children to serve and serve the mother and father as part of the household.

Sounds like slavery right?

What bout teamwork, cooperation, fairnesss. Not tyranny.

And that's where the loop starts all over again. Because I just came out of situation/unofficial relationship/bdsm-sex-slaveship/non-giving-a-fuck-cgl/toxicship/friendship that was ran by a tyrannist and a colonist working and then not working me to death, putting me on hold, expecting me to wait without a collar of endearment or commitment, and then getting mad when I leave to go find real love, but then my heart keeps fucking beeping like the little reservation alarms from Outback that HEYYYY BITTCHHHH YOUUUU FEEELLLL SOMMMMEETHHHIMGGGGGG THEERREEEEE FORR AAA REEASSSONNNNNNNNN! FUCKING STUBBORN YOUTH BITCH, YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH THEMMMMM!

And this is when I get into a fight with myself, because it doesn't even fucking matter because clearly the Co-Captain, Jay, doesn't wanna be involved with us, nor do we know if they were actually playing a role to please HITLER or they really are an abusive, retarded, bastard who doesn't deserve shit, because you know why....

YOUU RANNNN AWAAAYYYYYY TOOO AVOIIIIDDD HEARRRING THISSS DUMBB MFFFFF SAY GOODBYE TO YOU IN PERSON AND NOW WE DONT HAVE ANYYY FUCKKKKINGGG CLOOOSSURREEE AND YO ASSS ISSS STIIILLLL GETTINGGG BLOOCCKKKEDDD

And I hate when I delegate with my personalities, yes, I said personalities, but they mostly feel like masks, because it was an imaginary coping mechanism that my young version of me did to adapt to school, my house, my friends in FL, My friends in MS, and then of course my friends here, I'm always changing and customizing myself like a GTA character in the shop, ready to just take a fucking shower and lay in bed alll day to exhaust my engine, because I downloaded too many computer programs and learned too many parts about someone else's vagina that I wasn't just about to get ready to eat and now Im switching as I talk......

See what I mean. I go from writer nostalgic rant, to aggressive, over freak that just wants to get down, get nasty, get drunk, get high, and go see other people so I can just get over this fat jerk, that (we dont know if they even love us, but nancy drew wants a straight up confession not controlled by their institutionalized gf that hawks their phone and their mind everyday. THEY REEEKKKK OF THEIR FUCKING GF INFLUENCESSS. THAT MANIPULATIVE ASSS FUCKIING WHHOOORREEEE), but most obviously (school Ky talking) this person absolutely does not love me or her enough to respect both women, but especially me, as they disrespect me the most, block me to abandon me, an treat me like a sexy can of green beans to eat later in their storage cabinet, so yes they just see you as a casual sex option to go, no longer respects you, your mind, your body or whatever your opinion is.....because their off marrying the wicked witch of the Midwest as we speak....it could be any day now.

(Mad ky) Why the fuck haven't they got married yet? 2yrs is wayyy too fucking long to be engaged to somebody if they're saying they're gonna get married at the courthouse. Like wtfff just do it already, I can't hold this fat ass bitch any longer from running back to this mf house. Like Ky, leave this nigga alone, damn! We can find a finer ass nigga, with a better job, and a better heart, emotionally available to love you and respect you the way that you need to be treated, fuck that mf.

I hate this bitch (Love Ky) but why don't we just go over there and see if they'll talk to us.

HELLLLLL NAAAHHHHH I DONT EVEN FUCKING TRUST THAT HOE AND FUCKING HITLER ASS GF SO FUCKING PETTYY SHE MIGHT EVEN TRY CALLING THE COPS ON YOU CAUSE SHE DONT EVEN LIKE YO ASSS AND SHE FAKKEKKE ASSS FFUCCKKKK LIKE A MF KARENNNN YO

Forget that hoe, we out mf.

We can't even tell this mf that we even moved in between grand rapids and Flint because mom tried to push us down the stairs and had to live with our grandma who don't even want us there so now she keeps making up excuses because she has OCD and likes her house a certain way, her and her only.

Its been a month since I even got into it with her about a fucking hamster, now my ass is still in flint. Not even wanting to go see grandma till I have a fucking job, cause she always yelling at me about stupid little shit and I only got to stay there for a month. She even got on me about some canned collard greens, man do I highly dislike that mf mother too. Sorry, grandma but you a pain in the ass to live with too.

I hate my life rn....

And its so hard to stay positive. My life sounds like a cartoon that I didn't even write. My looney toon ass need a psychiatrist, but I can't even afford therapy until I find a job with actual healthcare insurance.

Cause my first ever therapy session was $188 that I haven't even been able to pay off yet, because a mf aint got no job, Tommy.

Like wtffff

I need a vacation. From my brain. And my body. My family.

Then there's that good ol' American Television called escapissmmmmmmmm