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multifanhoe99 · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 9- Praise Kink
I firmly believe this man would love to praise his partner while they give him head and you can't change my mind.
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Pairing: Bobby x gn!Reader
Warnings: Nicknames (Baby, love, my love, pretty baby), throat fucking,
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18+ MDNI
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It had been a long day for Bobby and you could tell. It wasn't like him to be so quiet and in his head. You wondered if there was anything you could do to help him out. You and Bobby had been dating for a while and have been friends for even longer so you knew when something was bothering him. You also knew that he would be more likely to suffer in silence than tell you what was wrong unless you forced him to. Sometimes it didn't take much to help him feel better and other times it would take a lot more but he always did his best to help you out of your slumps the least you could do was offer the same support.
"Baby what's wrong I know there is something bugging you," you asked.
He looked at you then back down, "It's nothing bad love I just have a lot on my mind and can't seem to quiet it down long enough to figure out what to start with first."
You nodded in understanding. You knew exactly what that was like. Just then, you got an idea. You asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
He kinda chuckled, "Not unless you know a way to make my brain be quiet."
"It just so happens that I know just the thing that can help you with that," you say while moving to kneel in front of him.
He looks up at you now kneeling in front of him. He is pretty sure he knows where you are going with this but decides to play along and asks, "Oh really? What might that be?"
"Well, what's that expression again? Oh yeah, if your brain isn't working I guess I will just have to give you some so it can work better. What do you say? Will you let me give you brain," you ask.
He laughs at your cheesy way of asking to give him head but, he agrees. He loves watching you go down on him and letting you know just how good of a job it is that you are doing. He sits back against the couch and lets you take the reigns. You scooch closer to sit right in between his legs. You started by running your hands up and down his thighs letting your fingers slip under the hem of his basketball shorts. You didn't want to tease him too much so then you began to massage his cock over his pants. You wanted to get him nice and hard before you started to use your mouth. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and let out little moans as you got him ready. When he was nice and hard for you he moved his hips to help you slide his shorts and underwear down revealing to you his leaking cock.
You grabbed it gently and he let out a hiss at the pressure. From there you began to work your magic the way he liked it. You started with kitten licks to his tip really getting a feel for him no matter how many times you've done this. Then, you take the tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.
"Ah, yes baby just like that. You know exactly how to make me feel good," Bobby says while you continue swirling your tongue around him. You do that a few more times before you start to take more and more of him into your mouth. You set a nice pace for yourself to bob your head up and down his cock using your hand to get to the places where your mouth doesn't reach.
Bobby is a moaning mess above you and it takes everything in him not to buck his hips into your mouth. Instead, he praises you, "Yes that's it. God, you're doing so good for me my love. I love the way your mouth feels on my cock. You are so gorgeous like this. You love having my cock stuffed in your mouth huh?" You moan around him in response which causes his hips to jerk involuntarily. The small gag you make when he does drives him wild and he can't hold back anymore.
"You're doing so good for me love, but I can't take it anymore. I need to fuck your pretty little mouth," he says while starting to gather your hair in his hand so he can help guide you. Then, he says, "Alright I am going to start now, but before I do show me what you do when you need me to stop." You tap his thigh twice.
"Good," he says with a smile, "Let's start then." He tightens the grip on your hair and starts to buck his hips up into your mouth rapidly. It feels amazing for him. "Yes, baby that's it. You are doing so good for me taking my cock so well." You were moaning, gagging, and choking on his dick but it felt so good. You loved when he used you like this and his words of praise only turned you on more. You could tell he was starting to get close when the rhythm of his hips started to falter. You took this opportunity to use one of your hands to massage his balls while he fucked up into your mouth.
"Shit, baby keep doing that," he says only moving his hips faster to chase his incoming orgasm, "Don't stop baby you're gonna make me cum. That's it, that's my pretty baby." It only took a few seconds longer and then he was cumming down your throat with a long moan. After he catches his breath again he smiles and thanks you.
While he pulls his shorts and underwear back up you ask, "Is that better baby can you think about what you need to do first?"
"Yep," he started, "but that can wait. I have something much more important that I need to do first."
"What's that," you asked.
"I gotta return the favor," he says picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. You should help him focus like this more often.
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A/N: We love to see it and that's all I gotta say on this one. Asks are still open please send in anything you want to see in kinktober and otherwise!
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aesthetic-babyyy · 4 months
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Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine
Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking
Word count// 1400
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You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar
“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle
You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes
“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters
“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded
Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”
Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes
Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone
sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him
You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away
Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt
When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”
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Hi there!
just a short little Dean Winchester imagine to fill the void
Thanks for reading!
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heaartzforcupid · 3 days
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Just some smiling critters x reader fluff where they get jealous when reader spends more time with someone
“please.”
relationship(s): smiling critters x reader
warning(s): fluff
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you were new to playcare but you instantly bonded with the critters. you don’t why but it was kinda magnetic? if that’s the word. you first met Hoppy Hoppscotch and tried to “hop to the moon” with her. you then met Picky Piggy and you guys talked (mostly about her life there) and ate apples. you then met Catnap. he was abit off putting but still sweet nonetheless, he warmed up to you as days went by and even laid on your lap, purring sometimes.
you then had met Bubba Bubbaphant while he was helping Ms. Delight educate the kids. he was sweet but very nerdy. it made you smile. as it was time for ‘recess’, you had came out to meet a cool bigger body name “Kickin’Chicken.” you could tell he wanted to impress you so whatever he did, you looked and smiled as if you were impressed as you watched him beam each time. As you tried to find your office, you ran into a red bear. at first, you had gotten a little scared before she smiled and hugged you. “you must be Ms. Y/N!” you nodded as the bear softly put you down and grabbed your hand, walking you to your office as she talked about how much she lovedd you already.
when you finally made it to you office; you took a breath realizing those were the type of ‘things’ you’d have to work with everyday. you opened the door and seen a big orange dog, Dogday. and on the other side of him was CraftyCorn. awh, they were decorating your office even though you wanted to do it yourself to pass time.
Dogday turned and looked at you. he quickly came over and pulled you into a giant hug. you guessed he was the gentle giant. “Hi, Ms. Y/N, you’re gonna love it here!”
and in fact, you did. you loved the critters so much. they were all so nice, kind, and touchy. but the touchy part had to be as friends even if it’s Dogday placing his hands right above your ass or catnaps tail wrapping around your thigh or Bobby laying her head between your thighs. these were all friendly remarks! (no they weren’t.)
one day, the higher ups made a new critter. just to spice things up. his name was “Jolly Roger” He was some type of sheriff that was a Kangaroo. you had grown to like him and spent less and less time with your critters and more time with the second hopping animal.
the days, turned into weeks, and then months. and the times you did hang out with the OG critters, you also smelled like ground coffee. Jolly’s scent. They hated it. so they decided to speak up. sooner than later.
you were in your office when Dogday came in. Catnap had tried to follow but he quickly told Catnap to leave. “Angel and I have to discuss this, alone.” Catnap didn’t like that too much but he obliged after the other critters told him to.
“okay, Angel.. on behalf of me and the other critters.. you’ve lost your mind and you need to find it.”
you were appalled as you looked up at him with a questioning look. He quickly changed demeanor and chuckled nervously.
“w—what I meant was.. you’ve been giving a lot of your time to the other newest critter and hanging out with us less and less and.. we don’t like it so .. please think about that.”
you looked at him and thought his words over. you were spending a lot of time with Jolly and you didn’t even process it. you quickly sat up and walked over to Dogday, bringing him into your arms.
“oh, Dogday, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice..” you whispered into his fur before you went outside to the others and hugged them all each one by one.
“I’m sorry, everyone.. I didn’t even notice and that’s my fault.. I promise to be better to and towards you all.”
they all forgave you and from then on, you spent more time with your critters. equal time with them all. which usually consisted of you all in a big fur pile, happy and content as Catnaps tail gripped your plush thighs and Dogdays head laying on your tits. ah, good times indeed.
A/N: sorry didn’t know if you wanted romantic or not so inbetween!
TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol
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thisreadswhatever · 5 months
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The Chase: Part One
Pretty Sweet
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[description]: jax teller x female reader
[wordcount]: 2.7k+
[summary]: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.
[cw]: 18+ only minors do not interact - AU, follows some canon characters & themes but timeline is different. otherwise none yet, but stick with me, I have a smutty plan!
[authors note]: this has been really fun to write. thank you so much to this anon for requesting this idea! I plan on writing a good few parts of this.. as I am really loving writing this reader insert. if you have any ideas or suggestions on where you would like this to go, please let me know! I absolutely love getting your suggestions. I really hope you enjoy!
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It had been a long sixteen hour drive. You sighed with relief as you sped past the large wooden slice, “WELCOME TO CHARMING”. You rolled your windows down, the wind blistering through your hair as you took in the warm California sun. 
You turned the music up, attempting to drown out the events replaying in your head that led you here in the first place. 
Charming wasn’t exactly on your bucket list of places to travel. Your parents had split a few years back, after your mom decided she could no longer handle the baggage that came with the Sons of Anarchy MC. Your Dad was an avid member of the Denver Charter, and she soon realised she couldn’t sit back and watch as he grew deeper into the Club. It was a quick and amicable divorce, made easier by the fact you were an only child and more than understanding of why the relationship had to end. You were old enough to see the pain your mom went through trying to make it work, and you knew that it was the best decision for them both. Your Dad on the other hand, never really got over it. 
When your mom remarried last year, he decided to leave Colorado and transferred to the SAMCRO Charter. Charming was his home now. He’d been begging you to visit him for months, and despite the fact you were genuinely pleased that he was happy, seeing him so far from home and content without his family wasn’t something you’d looked forward too. 
Charming was a small place, and from what your Dad had told you, it had never really left the seventies. Denver was the total opposite, a city full of life and people, and ever growing with new expanding chains of business. Even with the freezing winters, there was always something to do in Denver. But Charming? They barely had a population of fifteen thousand. 
You had evaded the trip for as long as you could, blaming college assignments and exams for the reason you couldn’t make the drive. Now that you’d graduated, the excuses had run thin, and it was time to visit your Dad in Charming. 
You pulled into the road of the address he had given you, entering a long unpaved driveway that ended on the outside of a dainty cabin. Your Dad’s bike was parked stagnant on the dirt. You dug your suitcase out from your trunk and walked up the wooden steps to the porch, bringing your hand to the door to knock. Before your knuckles could meet the wood, the door flung wide and your Dad lunged at you with open arms. 
“You’re finally here!”, he squealed in excitement as he grasped you into a giant bear hug.
“‘Finally’ is right. That was a serious drive, Dad.”
He took your suitcase and carried it through the entryway. “Sure is. I’m so glad you got here safely, kiddo. Come on, let’s get you settled. You hungry? I was just about to make some lunch.”
You followed him inside as you observed the interior of the quaint, dusty cabin. “I could definitely eat.” 
Your Dad showed you to your room and then became sidetracked from lunch, giving you a full tour of his new home and the complete low down of all things SAMCRO. He’d explained that the place was owned by the Club, but nobody ever frequented it unless they were in hiding. Your Dad was housed here for the long term, or at least until he could find something he liked better inside the Charming suburbs. 
Once he’d caught you up, he made his start on lunch. You watched as he strolled throughout the kitchen, sitting patiently at the small round dining table. 
“It’s a nice place, Dad. Not sure how I feel that you’re out here all alone though.”
“I’m barely here, kiddo. Spend most of my time down the Clubhouse.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to make sandwiches, dropping a piece of turkey in the process. “I can’t wait for you to meet the guys, y/n. A lot more warm than the ones up in Denver. Some of them are your age too.” He placed the plate in front of you, and you grimaced at the site. Your Dad had never claimed to be a great chef. 
“Thanks.” You smiled at him politely, taking a bite and struggling to swallow down the piece of dry sandwich. “I’m sure they’re great, Dad.”
“So, how’s your mom?” 
You shrugged dismissively, unsure how to broach the uncomfortable topic of the newly weds. “She’s doing well. Mike is good to her.” 
He nodded. “That’s good. I’m really glad she’s happy.” 
It was hard to see your Dad try to be okay with the fact that your mom had moved on. The awkward silence was interrupted by his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up from the table. “Finish lunch and we can head on out. The guys are getting together at the Clubhouse tonight, you can meet them all there.”
You knew an evening with a bunch of Californian bikers was going to be inevitable during your trip. At least you could get it over with on the first night. 
“Sounds great, Dad.” 
You weren’t thrilled to be back in the confines of your car so soon after your long road trip, but your Dad knew better than to ask you to sit on the back of his motorcycle.
You rolled the windows down of your car as you followed his bike through the winding road from the cabin. As you re-entered Charming, you passed by locally run stores and cafes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a quiet, peaceful town. But you did know better. You knew what the Club’s presence actually meant for a small community like Charming. If SAMCRO was anything similar to the Denver Charter, the underworkings of this town would be anything but quiet and peaceful. 
You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, instantly drawn to the huge row of Harley motorcycles lined up on the inner bays.
Your Dad parked up and met you outside your car, telling you all about his new job in the garage as you walked together. He led you across the lot towards a small black door, entering into the SAMCRO clubhouse. It was impressive, a comfortable space with its own bar and lounge area. The place was full of MC memorabilia and pictures from the club’s long history. The furthest wall was centered by two large double doors that were surrounded by mugshots of the SAMCRO members. You had visited the Denver Clubhouse enough to know that room was where the decisions were made.
Your Dad introduced you one by one to several members that were there, a few of which he’d mentioned to you that afternoon. Bobby, Chibs, Trager, Juice and Opie all greeted you with open arms. They were extremely friendly and welcoming, just as your father had promised. The one your Dad called Trager seemed very pleased with your arrival, hugging you for a little too long. Your Dad managed to break the long embrace, pulling you away to start touring you around the building. 
“Don’t get too close to that one, kiddo. He’s a little out there.” 
You giggled as you nodded in agreement, “I’ll keep my distance.” 
You sat alongside the club’s Secretary, Bobby, on a leather bench that faced out with a view of the entire room. You observed as the Clubhouse filled with more members and women, a handful of which were old ladies. The rest of them, very clearly single. Of all the members you’d met so far, Bobby had been the easiest to talk to. He clued you in on some of the Club’s legitimate businesses, Cara Cara and Red Woody Productions. You figured that’s where most of the girls came from, retired and current porn stars. 
It was a little strange, and anyone else may have felt uneasy seeing their father in this kind of environment. But you were used to the life of girls and guns from growing up with a dad in a motorcycle club. The Denver Charter had its fair share of women in and out of their doors, but mainly just bartenders and the odd crow eater looking for a way in. These girls were more forward, scantily clothed, makeup on point, and obviously comfortable with their surroundings.  
Bobby nudged your shoulder, regaining your attention from the party happening around you. “You know your Dad talks about you constantly. He’s so happy that you’re here, kid. We all are.” 
You glanced over at your father, a huge smile forming as he collected a drink from the bar. 
“He does seem happy. Just weird seeing him away from home.” 
“You got a home here with us too now, y/n.” He placed his arm over you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, “we’re your family as much as we are his.” 
“That’s really sweet, Bobby. Thanks.” 
He pulled his arm back as he chuckled to himself, his large stomach bellowing as he laughed. “I am pretty sweet.” 
Suddenly, the front door opened and a roar of drunken welcomes filled the clubhouse as two more members entered. The President of SAMCRO, Clay Morrow, walked in smiling ear to ear, hands held up as though he was a celebrity greeting his adoring fans. You’d heard a lot about Clay from your father, mainly that he was the initial sponsor for his transfer from Denver, and some remarks about what an ass he was. Behind him, a much younger member followed, embracing Opie as he entered. He was different from the other members, not totally clean cut, but you could at least tell he had showered. Not only was he bathed, he wasn’t harsh on the eyes either. You watched as he talked with Opie, his hands pushing his long blonde hair behind his ears as he spoke. 
“Who’s that?” You asked Bobby, your eyes never feigning from the man. 
“That’s Jax. Club’s VP.” 
As you watched him converse with Opie, he suddenly glanced your way, locking eyes with you. You quickly turned away from him and back towards Bobby. 
“He looks a little young to be Vice President”, you mumbled as you took a swig from your beer, still conscious that he was looking at you. 
Bobby laughed, “Yeah, well, he’s a Teller. His Dad was First 9 alongside Clay and Piney Winston, Ope’s pops. Jax has been SAMCRO since he came out of the womb.” 
You raised your eyebrows, glancing back over your shoulder. Jax’s attention had now been obtained by one of the Cara Cara girls. She was pulling him in by his cutte, batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned against the bar. 
Bobby watched as you observed Jax. He sipped his drink, amused by your interest. “He’s known for his way with the ladies.” 
You wanted to press Bobby further, but your Dad suddenly was stumbling over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 
“Come on over here, kid. I want you to meet my sponsor.” 
“The asshole?”, you whispered to him as you stood up from the chair.
He snickered back at you, patting you on the back. “He’s having a good day.” 
You were impressed by the brotherhood the Redwood Originals shared. It wasn’t unfamiliar to the Denver Charter, but the way the members of SAMCRO loved one another was palpable. You observed quietly throughout the night as they all ripped into each other with lighthearted banter and spilled beer all over the place. You were conflicted by the fact your Dad fit in so well here. It was painful to know he had chosen this life over one with you in Denver, but you still felt at peace knowing he had found a place in this family. 
He was now slumped over a leather armchair in the lounge, snoozing after one too many beers. You nudged his shoulder, trying to wake him. “I’m gonna head back to the cabin, Dad. I’ll meet you here in the morning?” 
“You sure, y/n?” He tried to stand up as he slurred, but his balance failed him, collapsing back into the seat. “I can lead you back-” 
You chuckled, placing a hand on his head as he closed his eyes, “No way are you getting on a bike in this state. I remember the way.” 
Tig overheard and slid himself beside you, placing an arm across your waist. “We’ll take care of him, sweetie. Don’t you worry. Get back safe, okay?”
You unwound from his grasp, collecting your bag from the coffee table as you searched through the contents for your keys. “Thanks Trager.”
A strange laugh left his throat as he watched you leave, before his face turned straight as a board. “Call me Tig.” 
You said your goodbyes to the members that were sober enough to communicate, and made your way to the parking lot. 
Jax Teller was sitting outside the clubhouse, journal and pencil in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
He smiled boldly, in a way that perplexed you. Almost like he was happy to see you, even though you’d never met. He took the cigarette from his lips as he asked, “you’re Ralph’s kid, right?”
“I usually just go by y/n.”
He placed his pencil inside the journal and tucked it snug in his cutte, standing from the bench. “It’s a nice thing you’re doing, coming all this way to see him.”
You nodded, “had to make sure my Dad wasn’t living with some crazed psychopaths, you know?” 
He exhaled, his lips forming a perfect O as the smoke left his lips. “Pretty sure a few of those knuckleheads could pass for psychotic”, he teased. His mouth pulled into an infectious smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 
Jax walked closer towards you, your bodies now inches apart. He held out an open pack of cigarettes, prompting you to take one. You shook your head, declining the offer.
 “And what about you? How’s your level of sanity?” 
Jax hesitated. “A work in progress.” 
You smiled politely as you walked past him, making your way to the car. “Anyway, I was just leaving. Was nice meeting you.” 
Jax’s brow creased in concern, “you heading to the cabin on your own?” 
You looked over your shoulder to see him pacing behind you, flicking his cigarette to the cement.
“My Dad’s not exactly in riding order.” 
“I can take you back.” 
You stopped outside your car and turned to him, scoffing at how forward he was. “I met you thirty seconds ago.”
“So?” He shrugged. 
“I don’t really think that’s appropriate.” 
“I’m not asking to get in bed with you, y/n. You can ride the Harley with me and I’ll leave the second you’re in the cabin.” 
You opened the car door, sliding into the seat. “Not gonna happen.” 
“I won’t lay a hand on ya, darlin’,” he raised his hand up, smiling, “scouts honor.” 
You pressed your lips together, suppressing yourself from giggling at his innocent gesture. “I don’t ride bikes.” You affirmed. 
Jax cocked his head at you, confused at the statement. “Denver girl’s scared of bikes?” 
Your eyes rolled at his assumption. “No offense, but I just met you. I’m not sure my safety is your concern.” You shut the car door, realising your window had been left ajar from the way there. You wanted to curse aloud that the good Californian weather enabled the opportunity to ride with the windows down.
Jax didn’t push further, nodding his head as he watched you settle into the driver's seat. “No offense taken.”
Jax leaned his head into the open window, resting his arms on the roof of the car. You turned the ignition, letting the engine roar to life. “Nice to meet you, Jax.” 
“You too, darlin’. Will I see you again?” 
You were looking directly at him, your faces parted only by the frame of the window between you. “I’m here for the week, darlin’.” 
His lips pulled from ear to ear, smiling playfully as you put the gear in reverse, forcing his hands off the car as you pulled out of the parking lot. You peaked in the rear-view mirror, finding Jax still watching you drive away into the Charming night.
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snowed in
-warnings// lots of fluff, LOTS OF SMUT
-a lil summery// the usual fan fiction trope, two best friends in a cabin, will they kiss.. read to find out
Dean x reader
-word count// 2623
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"Yeah, the doors completely blocked in by the snow, I've tried pushing Sammy it's not gonna budge, yeah okay I'll call in the morning. night Sammy" you sat on the bed as you listened to the phone conversation, you and the boys were hunting a wendigo and decided to split up, you with dean and Sam with Bobby
You and Dean stumbled upon a cabin in the woods and decided to check it out incase there was any victims hiding inside, turns out the place was empty but Dean slammed the door behind him causing the snow from the roof to barricade the door stopping you both from leaving.
Dean hung up the phone and turned to you with a sigh and dropped his tense shoulders "alright so Sam and Bobby are too far out and they said the storms only gonna get worse so they're gonna come get us in the morning"  Dean said placing his phone back in his jacket pocket "crap we can't even get out to get wood for the fire, it's gonna be freezing in here!" You said already beginning to feel the chill in the air
"Yeah.. well there's some blankets on the couch so you wrap yourself up nice and tight  I'll try and see if I can find some wood around the place that will get some kind of fire going" Dean said already rummaging through the cupboards.
You shivered slightly as you wrapped the worn red blanket around you as you sat down, your knees tucked under your chin in a huddle, there was a sound of wood snapping and dean was soon walking to the couch "so good news is we've got wood, the bad news... these people no longer have cupboard doors" Dean said with a small smirk 
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "alright get them burning Winchester I already feel my toes going numb" you exaggerated making dean chuckle "you got it sweetheart" Dean said as he kneeled down with a light and the doors.
After a half hour of Dean breaking the doors down to fit in the fireplace he had the flame going and soon there was more heat surrounding the small cabin "any better sweetheart?" Dean turned to ask, you shook your head slightly "I think I'd feel a lot warmer if you got up here beside me" you flirted 
Dean threw you a smirk over his shoulder and moved beside you and pulled your small frame closer to him and tucking you under his arm, you snuggled into him and moved to wrap the red blanket around you both, "see I'm already feeling much better" you said making Dean chuckle.
You and dean continued to cuddle and watch the fire burn for a few hours talking about past hunts before you met each other "okay so you stuck a fish in the guys car, did you ever hear what happened after, did they find it or are they still driving around smelling dead fish?" You questioned and dean threw his head back in laughter as he thought back on the cherished memory "I hope they're still driving around with it" 
You yawned as the laughter died down to a comfortable silence and dean took notice "you getting tired sweetheart?" He asked and you nodded "yeah do you know what time it is?" You questioned "1:45am, there's a bedroom down the hall why don't you go get some sleep and hopefully Sam and Bobby will be here early" you nodded with another yawn
 "what about you?" Dean shrugged "i can take the couch it's actually not too bad" Dean replied and you nodded feeling bad about him taking a dusty old couch for a bed "you sure you'll be okay?" You asked and Dean smiled pulling you in tight to him for a hug "yeah of course sweetheart, I've slept on worse" he joked and you smiled before getting up with a big stretch "night dean" you said walking towards the room exhausted "night Y/N" his voices raised slightly so you could hear him.
You awoke a few hours later in a cold sweat, fear trembled within you from the nightmare as you wondered if you should bother dean, your inner battle didn't last long before your bare feet tiptoed through the cabin to the living room the dying fire allowed enough light so you could see the older Winchester, he looked so peaceful as he slept, like he never had a worry in his life but that was far from true…
You gently tapped deans arm "dean?" You sniffled and he groaned slowly opening his eyes "hey, what's up sweetheart, everything okay?" He slurred out you shook your head before taking a deep breathe "uh not really could you stay with me please I just don't want to be alone" you said as a few tears made there way down your cheeks , Dean got up from the couch quickly and pulled you into him "of course I can, you wanna tell me what's got you so upset?" He asked wiping your tears gently from your cheeks "not really, it was just a nightmare but it felt so real" you said quietly and dean nodded as he lead you toward the bedroom.
Deans and you made your way to the bed "which side do you prefer?" He asked scratching the back of his head "I'm usually a middle of the bed kind of girl" you flirted making him smirk "well alright I can work with that" you both made your way into the cold bed and dean was already wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest 
You sighed and turn around in his arms so your facing him, he was already looking down at you "you wanna tell me what your nightmare was about sweetheart? He asked as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear, you took in a shuddering breath and closed your eyes already feeling them burn with tears
 "we were hunting a demon nest  and they had you tied up as they tortured  you to the brink of death  and when I tried to help it was like I was stuck in place and I could hear you screaming, begging for me to help… and then I woke up" you said I'm a shaky voice as you felt your tears stream down your face
"Hey it's okay baby it was just a bad dream okay? I am right here and nothing's getting me I promise" Dean reassured you as he kissed your forehead head before resting his own against yours, nose to nose as he spoke "your one of the best damn hunters I've ever known Y/N I would trust you with my life and I know you would do everything in your power to save me or Sammy and if anything ever did happen don't you dare blame yourself, I need you to promise me that" dean said quietly 
"I can't promise that Dean, Sam and you mean way to much to me to promise that " you struggled out through tears and dean sighed and held you closer "I love you Y/N, so damn much" dean said quietly his lips slightly touching yours with how close he was, you froze in his arms not expecting that to come from dean, you've been in love with him for years you thought nothing would ever happen especially with deans one night stands happening every so often, you guys flirted back and forth all the time but you took that as Dean's personality 
Dean having taken your frozen silence as rejection panicked and pulled back "forget I said anything" he said as he pulled back slightly to get out the bed, you came out of your moment of shock and grabbed his arm pulling him down to you, he looked down shocked, you grabbed his scruff covered cheeks and pulled him down to a kiss
Dean groaned against your lips as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in through your lips, you let out a small moan at the sensation, you wrapped your legs around his haps your feet digging into his lower back making him press his lower body closer to you so you felt his hard shaft press against your hot core through the layers 
You pulled away from the kiss slightly and dean moved his lips down your neck sucking and kissing his way down your chest "I love you too Dean, so fucking much" you said in between pleasured gasps dean moved back up to your lips immediately getting back into the heated kiss, you fumbled with the bottom of deans shirt and tugged slightly to let him know you wanted it off 
Dean pulled back from the kiss and sat back slightly before pulling his shirt off, he pulled your own shirt over your head to be met with your bare chest as you ditched your bra for bed, his smile replicated one of a child in a candy store and he was down kissing your breasts and sucking love marks all over them before taking your nipple in his mouth, his hand tweaking and playing with the other to stimulate you 
"Oh god Dean please don't stop" you begged and held his head right your chest, Dean took your words as encouragement as he continued his movements before kissing a trail down your stomach reaching your panties as you decided against wearing your jeans to bed
Dean hooked his fingers in the waistline and he pulled them down your legs slowly, once he discarded of your panties he was back between your legs, now face to face with your pussy, he smiled as kissed your mound, you moaned feeling you get wetter by the second, "pick a number sweetheart?" He asked "three why?" You replied confused he smirked "you'll see" he said before leaning in and licking a strip up your wet pussy making you throw your head back against the pillow 
Dean began by sucking your clit into his mouth before thrusting his finger inside you immediately finding your G- spot making you scream in pleasure "please dean feels so fucking good" you slurred out, Dean chuckled against you  and added another finger, he arched them to keep hitting your G-spot and sucking your clit making you arch your back in pleasure and your hand ran through his spiked hair as you pushed him closer to you 
It wasn't long before you were seeing stars as you orgasm washed through you "holy fuck dean I'm coming!" You squealed out, Dean sped up his movements as you panted, your legs shook as you came down from your high and taking deep breathes, your break didn't last long before Dean was back on you like a starving man, eating your pussy with such ferocity it had you weighing ok the bed moaning his name like it was the only hung you knew, once again you were coming hard and dean was liking it up as he didn't stop
You grinded your hips against his face feeling your third orgasm of the night already approaching, using his free hand, dean grasped your breast in his hand squeezing as he sped up his fingers as they hit your special place over and over again, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach however, this one felt different, stronger, your breathing became more ragged as you felt your orgasm take you down "Dean!" You screamed out as felt a wetness shoot out of you
Your whole body shaking as your chants of his name contined until Dean halted his movements "that was so fucking hot baby seeing you squirt" Dean said his face soaked in you juices you giggled moving on shaky legs towards him and pulled his boxers down his legs, he helped by kicking them off the rest of the way
You gently took his big hard member in your hand smearing his pre cum around his red tip before you started to jerk him off, Dean groaned before gently pushing you back against the bed, you looked up at him confused "tonight is all about you sweetheart" dean said leaning back in to capture your lips in a heavy kiss
Dean pulled away slightly in search of a condom he kept in his wallet which was nowhere in sight  "damn it has to be out in the living room, I'll be right back sweetheart" dean rushed out before moving away, you quickly trapped him with your legs and he turned to look at you "I'm on the pill and I'm clean..." you said suggestively
Dean smirked pouncing on you, both hands grasping your shaky thighs, you moved to wrap them tightly around his bare hips and pulled him closer as you felt his hard cock press against your core, you moaned against his lips as pleasure shot through your body 
Dean heaps his hard shaft and moved his tip to press against your entrance, "please dean" you whimpered out,  dean chuckled as he gently pushed inside your dripping hole stretching your walls, you let out a shaky breath as you adjusted to his size "you okay sweetheart" dean asked as pushed all the way inside you "yeah I'm good, you can move now" you said pulling him into another kiss
Dean complied as pulled his hips all the way back before slamming back inside of you, "oh my-" you  chocked out against his lips, Dean continued to slam his hips against yours at a hard slow pace making you want to scream "faster baby please" you begged fighting your legs around him
Dean complied as he began thrusting inside of you faster, the only sound left in the room were the moans and skin slapping skin
Deans cock was repeatedly hitting your G-spot, pushing you closer and closer to your fourth orgasm of the night "you're so fucking tight baby, I'm not gonna last much longer" dean said in between thrusts "me either" you moaned out and dean moved his hand down to rub your clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head "oh my fucking god dean please don't stop!" You squealed as your scratched your nails down his back leaving deep red lines in their wake 
"I'm gonna cum again" you moaned out breathless and dean sped his hips up even more "me too baby!" Dean said and it wasn't long until your felt the knot in your stomach snap and you came all over deans cock with a scream of his name, triggering his own orgasm as his white hot seed coated your walls.
Once both of you had calmed from your highs dean gently pulled out of you making you let out a small hiss at the empty feeling , he layback down beside you both you chests rising and falling with deep exhausted breaths “that was fucking awesome baby” dean said turning to you with a smile on his face sending you into giggles “yeah it was” you leaned into give him a small peck on his kiss swollen lips before pulling away to lay your head on his chest, 
Dean wrapped his arm around your back and pulling you to rest against him “get some sleep sweetheart hopefully Sam and Bobby take there time getting to us so we can have round two in the morning” dean said  sleepily and you smiled against his chest as you already felt the heaviness of sleep pull you away along with the comforting sound of deans heart beat reminding you that he was right there with you , safe and sound. 
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Hey! Long time no see, I did have a few Christmas/ new year imagines in mind when starting this account however I was just going through a really rough period of time, my dog of 14 years passed away at the beginning of January and was sick throughout Christmas so I just wanted to spend whatever time I had left with him and writing just had to be put on hold, I will be much more consistent throughout ❤️
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floralcyanide · 4 months
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⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰
[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]
1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒.
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⊹ summary: You are studying the one and only US President John F. Kennedy for your dual-title doctorate at Harvard University in 1963. Upon growing closer to the president, you happen to meet one of his Harvard friends, Coriolanus Snow, who is campaigning for the 1964 Election. You're both brought closer as time passes, and your life changes forever. As the 1964 Election continues and political tensions escalate, you come together. With the help of you, the Kennedys, and his charming wit and cleverness, Coriolanus Snow ends up with all he's ever wanted. However, the ever-growing Women's Revolution puts everything and everyone at risk. What Coriolanus doesn't know is that politics is all a game-
But there are worse games to play.
⊹ pairing: young!coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ word count: 269 (not including quote.) ⊹ author’s note: eeeee here's the prologue! I'm so excited to share this idea with you all. it was just a random fic idea I had and I didn't think it would snowball in my imagination the way it did, yet here we are lol. please be sure to check out the soundtrack and if you want to be tagged with every chapter, please fill out the form. I have both the soundtrack and taglist form below for you to click. much love!! ♡
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౨ৎ this fic has been cross posted to ao3.
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ.
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❝And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.❞ — Lana Del Rey, Spoken Monologue, National Anthem
“Go on, sweetheart,” Coriolanus mumbles, his lips tickling the shell of your ear, “Wave to the people. They love it, they love you.”
You stare at Coriolanus for a moment in absolute awe as he basks in the glow of attention from the crowd. At this moment, he’s electric and powerful. You couldn’t be more proud of him for it. The two of you are in a brightly colored motorcade, slowly cruising through downtown Boston in celebration. Your husband effortlessly smiles in glory, his eyes twinkling in unbridled emotion- a rare sight to see from him. Coriolanus has his moments, but not like this. His blue eyes are usually cold, distant, and emotionless unless looking directly at you. Despite the lack of obvious light, you can still see it. It’s one thing Coriolanus admires about you; that you can see past his demeanor. The last time you remember him looking so full of pride, though, was the day you married one another.
It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that he succeeded at this- and you succeeded at this, too. Perhaps even harder to grasp that millions of people around the world now know your name and care about what you have to say. As Coriolanus said himself, the people love you. Sure, having the people on your side just as they are his matters to you. But at the end of the day, the only thing that matters for certain is if he truly loves you like he loves power. Sometimes you aren’t so sure. Sometimes, he looks at you, and you can’t see a thing.
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whorexis · 10 months
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hello, my name is Lex. This is my first time writing so if you read any of my fanfictions, please keep in mind that english is not my mother tongue.
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➳ I write smut, angst and fluff.
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-noncon/dub-con
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-pisskink (and anything else like that)
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•Natasha Romanoff
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-Not yours (story, smut + angst + fluff)
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•Daisy Johnson
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-scream my name (smut)
-dont leave (smut, slight angst, series)
-dont leave (angst, plot, series pt2)
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-teaching ellie how to swim (smut)
•Kate Bishop
-rough times (angsty fluff)
•Matt Murdock
•Carol Danvers
•Peter Parker (Andrews version)
•Bobbi Morse
•Katniss Everdeen
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•Harley Quinn
•Miguel O'hara
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moonyswritinq · 11 months
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conflicted bodies — sherlock holmes x male reader
❝ CONFLICTED BODIES ❞ — PART ⅠⅠ
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PART Ⅰ — ❝ conflicted feelings ❞
SYNOPSIS ➢ After a drunken night of revealing one's feelings, Sherlock cannot go back on his words however much he'd like to. When you turn up to his flat, in need of his help, Sherlock is forced to face the consequences. However, the consequences aren't all that bad when it might lead to another night spent together.
PAIRING ➢ top!sherlock holmes x bottom!male reader
CONTENT WARNING ➢ 18+ SMUT, switch/dom!Sherlock, switch/sub!reader, edging, teasing, restraints, orgasm denial, fingering, p in a, handjob, rivals to lovers, mentions of alcohol & drinking, physical affection, romantic affection, cursing, slight gore and blood, mentions of needles and stitches, slight fluff at the end
WORD COUNT ➢ 5.3 k
AUTHORS NOTE ➢ this is my first and last time writing smut, cause i hate writing it. i’m sorry if it sucks, but at least it’s something? enjoy, you horny Sherlock whores! this is the last part.
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Sherlock was pacing again.
He walked back and forth. Thinking. Contemplating. Deducing.
His eyes jumped between the clues hung up on his wall to the papers scattered across the floors. He tried to piece it together, to connect the dots. But… It just didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. Who could be behind it all? Who could continue to effortlessly outwit him like this? He was convinced there were a simple answer to it all; an answer that laid right beneath his nose. 
A forgotten cup of tea stood on a table close to him, its steam already gone cold. Beside it, was the sofa. His eyes jumped to it, immediately averting when his thoughts rushed to you. To the way you had felt in his arms. To the way you had kissed him. You were so soft and so warm against his skin. Warmth had pooled in the pit of his stomach.
He ignored the way his heart seemed to skip a beat, instead returning his focus to the case at hand. It had plagued him for quite some time, and he was no closer to solving it than before. It was the whole reason he had gone out to drink last night, at all. He just wanted one night of not having to think constantly. And ironically, it was what caused his thoughts to now be messier than ever before.
The memory of you was so fresh in his mind, still; he had to shut his eyes and rubbed them with the soles of his hands. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get you out of his thoughts. And it wasn’t exactly pure thoughts, per se, either. Every time he remembered how your hands had felt against his skin, he felt warmth pool in the bottom of his stomach and cheeks began to burn. 
Why?
That was the big question, wasn’t it? 
Why?
He had loathed you for all of his career. It wasn’t exactly because he disliked you as a person, no. You were clever, funny, and, he could admit it, handsome. You were also very skilled at your job, something he often admired. It was just…
Sherlock sighed at the thought.
You were too good. Too clever, at times. You were a competitor to him. A rival. He saw you as someone he had to be better than, someone to beat.
Sherlock stopped his pacing, gazing out the window, the low afternoon sun shining in.
However, he supposed that his competitiveness stemmed from that he admired some part of you. Your cleverness. Your humour. Your handsomeness.
His drunken self maybe hadn’t been so far off from the truth, after all.
“Fuck.”
The second the word was uttered a noise rang throughout the flat, haunting his ears with it’s sound. The ring clock. Sherlock’s eyes turned to the direction of the door, waving it off without a second thought. Probably Lestrade or Mrs Hudson waiting to disturb him with something useless.
He didn’t have time for this!
Whoever it was had now turned to knocking on the door, forceful enough to make it rattle in its hinges. The sound made Sherlock stop in his tracks. Whoever stood on the other side of the door was adamant on disturbing him, and therefore, annoying him. With a defeated sigh he walked over to it and threw it open, fully prepared to berate whoever stood before him. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was the sight of you.
Your tired form rested against the doorframe, barely being able to hold it up. Dark splattering of blood spread across your face, as well as reaching from your hands up to your arms. Sherlock’s gaze raked over your body, noticing the dark pool on your abdomen, to where your hand was pressed in a futile attempt to stop the flow. You could feel the stabbing pain of your wound slowly fading into a faint throb. The lids of your eyes threatened to droop closed from exhaustion and you had to force your gaze into meeting Sherlock’s.
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
Sherlock considered you, mind still occupied of the night before. Ultimately, he stepped aside to let you in, his gaze softening. At your wavering step he instinctively reached out, hands steadying you against him. It was his turn to support you into his flat, mindful of not putting pressure on your injury. The flat was as messy as you had left it that morning, if not more so. Sherlock helped you lower into the same sofa you had spent the night on, and you couldn’t keep the thoughts of the feel of him against you from invading your mind.
You groaned, leaning back against the soft cushions, still keeping pressure against your wound. Sherlock dared lift your shirt, peering at the dark red glistening in the golden candlelight.
“What happened?” he asked.
“What does it look like, detective?” You sucked in a breath.
His unamused glare pinned you to the spot. “It looks like you’ve been a fool.”
You rolled your eyes. “I got stabbed, genius. And now I’m bleeding. Need I explain further for you?”
Sherlock stood up without another word and made his way towards the kitchen with hurried steps. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your head fall back against the cushions. Sherlock was right. You had acted foolishly and irrationally — probably because your mind was still fully occupied by last night’s events — which had led to your injury. And now you had turned up at the last place you wanted to be found at. Despite your better judgment, Sherlock had been the first person to come to mind.
He came back to your spot on the sofa with medical supplies in hand, and a bottle of whiskey. You were mildly surprised he actually possessed those things in his flat, but you guessed looks could be deceiving. With a careful hand, he lifted the ends of your shirt and fully exposed your flush skin to his eyes, and gave him access to the bleeding wound. Sherlock began to wash the area with a clean washcloth and water, and then with rubbing alcohol. You winced at the stinging sensation it caused you, and he poured some whiskey into a glass, handing it over to you with a curt nod.
“Cheers,” you said, downing the thing in one swipe. The alcohol burned in your throat, but numbed the pain a tad.
Sherlock pinned you with his observative gaze, letting the washcloth soak in a bowl of now bloody water.
“Good news, it wasn’t a very deep stab wound and you’ll recover quickly.”
“Reckoned as much,” you nodded.
“You’ll still need stitches.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
You glanced at your abdomen, before shifting to the needles beside Sherlock. You cocked your head, extending a hand with the palm up. Sherlock removed them from out of your reach, settling you with a glare. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“Can you even stitch wounds back together?” you asked.
Sherlock started prepping the needle, hands as steady as ever. “As a matter of fact, I can. And I reckon I could do a better job than you could ever do in a state such as this.”
You rolled your eyes again, but let him have access to your abdomen. Sherlock leaned closer, needle in hand, and his observative eyes jumped over your face as his fingers danced across the skin of your stomach. It made shivers crawl up your spine and you had to fight against your own mind to not think of how good that felt. You could still feel the remembrance of his touches the previous night and it was strange to now be pinned underneath his gaze in such a vulnerable state.
With a sharp pain that made your face contort into a wince, Sherlock started sewing your wound together. His eyes kept jumping between his work and your face, watchful of every change in your features. When he noticed no danger, his whole focus turned to stitching the wound. You took the opportunity to watch him, eyes glazing over every detail of his face. The nearby candlelight highlighted his sharp features, and maybe it was the loss of blood, but it presented him in an almost ethereal way. His hair was in better kept curls than how he had woken up that morning, and it fell perfectly to frame his face. You could only imagine how you looked in contrast to him: your disheveled hair, the bruises already forming on your skin, the blood splattered across your whole body, and your dirty clothes. Despite yourself, you felt the urge to reach out to him; to caress his chin and jaw; to trace the lines of his mouth and lips, wanting to drag him closer.
“It’s considered rude to stare.”
“A lot of things are considered rude, but that doesn’t stop you from doing them,” you said, but averted your eyes.
Sherlock blew out a breath in answer, choosing not to reply to your bait. His eyes flitted up to your face, before his hands stilled, removing them from you. You glanced at the wound, seeing rows of perfect stitching sitting securely in your skin. He took hold of a bandage and rolled it over your whole abdomen, securing the wound against further strain and harm. You nodded to him as thanks, hoisting yourself further on the cushions. A surge of pain shot from the wound and you winced, feeling the dried blood against your face.
“Are you in danger?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Not anymore.”
Sherlock’s unyielding gaze stayed on yours, trying to coax an explanation out of you. When your eyes strayed across the flat and avoided his glare, he finally cleared his throat.
“Will you tell me what’s going on?” He didn’t quite manage to keep the sharpness out of his voice.
You turned your face to his, letting your gaze meet his. Sherlock’s eyes were hard in their stare, and his mouth set in a straight line. Sherlock’s leg kept jumping up and down, and his hands twisting with anxiety. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was nervous. Why?
You shook off the thought, taking a deep breath.
“You’re the first one I thought of, Sherlock.”
A frown formed on his face. “What?”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Did you really have to spell it out for him? He was a detective, for God’s sake.
“I got injured, and I immediately thought of you.”
You could see the moment he understood. The way his eyes widened, frown fading into raised eyebrows, mouth gaping, and leg stopped jumping. Despite your better judgement, you considered him safe, someone you could trust. And you hated your body for relaxing in his presence, your heart for beating so fast.
This was the moment you had been dreading. He would cast you out, shouting and swear words following your steps. He would never want to see you again, never to be near you again, even if it were only to taunt you. All you had built the previous night would come crashing down in a vicious mess as you desperately tried to crawl your way out of it.
When you realised he still hadn’t uttered a word you dared meet his eye. They were deep pools of emotion, swirling with their usual secrets. There was something else there, too. A softness that had never been there before. It was possible you had just never noticed it before, though.
He closed his eyes as a hand dragged across his face. When he met your gaze he released a breath and said, “Fuck it.”
Before you could gather your bearings, Sherlock’s lips met yours.
In less than twenty-four hours, Sherlock had kissed you twice. In less than twenty-four hours, he had caused you to question everything you knew about yourself and the man across from you. Sherlock brought forth feelings you didn’t know you had, and was an expert in making you show them.
The sudden kiss made a moan escape your lips, muffled by his soft lips. They felt the same as you had remembered them yesterday, but this time you could feel the emotions behind the kiss. It was like Sherlock wanted to convey all he wanted to tell you with a press of his lips. You wouldn’t let him. You demanded more.
You pulled away from him, falling back onto the sofa. His brows furrowed and eyes widened. He began to throw out a desperate explanation, his words a tangled mess. His voice died to nothing when your hand landed against his cheek, bringing his attention to your touch.
“Sherlock.”
His eyes met yours at the sound of his name, almost afraid to do so. “Yes?”
“Are you going to throw me out again?”
Sherlock winced as if the words had physically struck him. The morning was all too fresh in his mind, as hard as he had tried to forget it. All day, he had bargained with himself, trying to justify what he was feeling. However much Sherlock tried to convince himself, it was pointless. He admired all of you. He fancied you.
“I won’t throw you out again.”
“You didn’t show any signs of throwing me out last night, either. And yet…” you trailed off, letting him finish the sentence himself.
He swallowed hard, lowering his gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“What was that?”
He settled you with a hard glare. You could barely take him seriously, though. His chest was rising and falling rapidly with his breaths, and pupils were blown wide. He wasn’t drunk this time, but it might be the next best thing. Drunk off of me, you mused.
Sherlock opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead he turned to the side, pressing his lips against your palm. You could feel his breath tickle the skin, the sensation sending shivers down your arm, allowing heat to rise to your ears. Such a simple gesture and it still managed to make you flustered.
“I was afraid,” he said.
A laugh almost escaped your lips. “The great Sherlock Holmes, afraid of me?”
His eyes were steady, humour gone from his voice when he spoke, “Yes. Afraid to confront my feelings for you. Feelings,” he rushed out to say, “that I very much have.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
You tugged his face forward, crashing your lips together. His tongue danced against your own, fighting for control. Not again, you thought. Carefully, you bit down on his lip, drawing a groan from his chest. He leant closer, encasing you between his arms as he lowered himself.
Sherlock’s hand pressed against your chest, making you sink further into the cushions. He pulled away, ever so slightly, to allow room for breathing. His lips brushed yours, barely touching, and you felt his breath fan across them, prickling your skin. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as his hand ventured lower, tugging at the ends of your shirt.
The fingers that had earlier stitched your skin together now danced across it, tentative, and made shivers spread through your spine. With a frustrated sigh, you took ahold of his waist, digging your nails into the skin there. He moaned into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed.
“Wait,” he whispered.
You hesitated, scanning his face for any signs of regret. Instead, his fingers brushed against your bandaged side, his eyes flitting between it and your face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”
You huffed out a laugh. So that was what all the fuss was about.
“I think that ship has already sailed.”
Sherlock’s gaze stayed on yours, still serious. But you couldn’t ignore the way his eyes kept jumping to your lips, his pupils blown wide, and breath ragged. He looked almost as intoxicated as you felt.
You settled his worries by pushing his hand further down, closer to your abdomen. You could feel the strain of your pants, pressing against a too sensitive area, waiting to be released. Sherlock’s breath hitched as he felt the bulge, before pressing firmer against it. You had to fight a moan.
“I have suffered worse,” you rasped, “Like your attitude.”
Sherlock only huffed a breath before crashing your lips together. It was frustration, a clashing of teeth, and a pulling on lips that made you submit to him with a moan. There was that fiery passion that made you weak in the knees. It was alarming how eager you were for him to take control over you.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, hm?”
His low murmur reverberated through your joined limbs. You nodded with a jerk of your head. He pulled you to your feet by your hand, pressing you closer by your waist. The journey to Sherlock’s bedroom was a short one, but a difficult one as neither of you could keep your hands to yourself for very long. His tongue pressed against yours, as his hands travelled over your skin.
Sherlock removed your shirt, throwing it on the floor. You huffed, sending him the best glare you could muster at a moment like this.
“What?”
“It’ll get dirty.”
“I don’t have such a dirty floor.”
You meaningfully eyed the shirt laying against the mess of other countless items of clothing. To be truthful, you couldn’t care less about a dirty shirt when Sherlock was looking at you with those eyes. It only managed to rile him up, bring that flare you adored so much. Nonetheless, Sherlock rolled his eyes and brought you closer by your neck, pressing his lips to your jaw. Then to your throat. Then across your collarbone.
Gods knew he felt glorious against you, almost making you delirious with every touch of his lips. You couldn’t admit it to Sherlock, though. His ego would never recover.
He came back up to your face for air, breath fanning over your lips. Carefully, he pushed you against the bed so you laid against it, gazing up at him. His hair was dishevelled, eyes heavy lidded with dark pupils blown wide. He stretched to take off his own shirt and undid his belt, throwing it across the bed. He crawled against you, skin meeting skin. Sherlock’s warm breath prickled yours as he brought his face closers to yours. He looked divine, and felt it, too. His arms held himself up so he hovered over you, his muscles clearly defined in the streetlight coming from the window.
“My Gods,” he rasped.
You let out a chuckle against his lips. “I’m not faithful, but I was thinking the exact same thing.”
Again, Sherlock’s lips closed over yours. You couldn’t notice anything further than the feel of his mouth, his warm skin flush against yours, and the locks of his hair prickling your face. You could only imagine how he looked right now, so you did the next best thing and travelled your hands to his head. Sherlock’s hair was soft against your fingers, grabbing hold of it and eliciting a deep moan from his chest.
You grinned, yanking his head back. Sherlock gasped against your lips, before smiling down at you. Of course the bastard would be into harsher play. And you would be lying if you said you weren't also into it.
He kissed you again, letting his hand trail the side of your stomach, inching closer to the band of your trousers. You felt yourself getting impatient by the featherlight touches, yearning for him to touch you properly. Sherlock knew it, too, by the way his hand hovered over the visible pressure in your trousers. Instead of indulging you, he dropped his hand to let his fingers graze up and down the inside of your leg. It only added to your discomfort and you bucked impatiently.
Immediately, a sharp pain shot through your body, making you wince. The wound was too recent for you to move much. Sherlock noticed, stilling instantly. His eyes jumped between your face and your bandages.
“Are you sure you’re okay for this?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes, drawing his lips to yours again. And again, you tried to move your hips for any sort of friction. Sherlock pulled away, sending you a stern glare.
“You have to keep still or you’ll wound yourself even worse.”
“Then stop being a tease and touch me.”
Sherlock considered you before smirking. “I’m not sure I can refrain from that.”
Without any hesitation, he took hold of your wrists and pinned your hands above you. Your eyes widened, feeling the tight grip of his fingers that wouldn’t allow you to move your arms. He glanced around, before reaching over you and tying something over your wrists. You tilted your head, seeing his belt holding your hands together to the bed frame. Tentatively, you pulled on it, feeling the leather dig into your skin. Sherlock’s hands grazed yours as he met your shocked gaze.
“You’re serious?” you asked.
He cocked his head, giving you a meaningful glare.
“It wont’t keep me from moving my hips, y’know?”
Sherlock smiled. “No, but it might teach you to stay still.”
His hands kept travelling south, making their way to your jaw and lifting it closer to him. You were rendered defenceless, your only option to meet the touch of his lips. You felt the flutter of your stomach, fully realising the control he now had over you. It was incredible.
As if he could read your thoughts, Sherlock’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, and you could feel the warmth of his fingers close over the skin of your throat. There wasn’t any pressure, but just the feel of it brought shivers up your spine and the strain of your trousers became impossibly tighter. You gave Sherlock a meaningful stare, cocking your head.
Sherlock shook his head, chuckling. “Let’s take these off, huh?”
Finally he allowed his hands to fall to your trousers, unbuckling them and dragging them down your legs. You lifted your hips for him, allowing him to take off your underwear, as well. The relief was immediate and you gasped at the colder air around your skin. You were now completely naked, wholly at Sherlock’s mercy, and the thought seemed to thrill him by the way his mouth hung open. His eyes jumped all over you, speechless, not seeming to be able to get enough of the sight. You smiled with smug pleasure.
Quickly, Sherlock removed his own trousers, hurrying to get closer to you again. He was more careful with his touches, allowing the feel of his skin warm yours and send your mind spiralling. Not in a million years could you have predicted to find yourself where you were right now — who you were with, and who was currently grinding his hips against your unclothed ones. The feeling made you see stars, so desperate for release.
Sherlock’s lips met yours, drawing your focus to how you couldn’t bring your hands to draw them through his hair. The thought frustrated you and you groaned into the kiss. Sherlock’s hand lowered, closing over your dick. You let out a gasp, tugging at the restraints. Sherlock’s lips danced against yours as his hand tugged, spreading the precum over your dick.
It was all you could do to not cry out in relief. Finally feeling some friction made you moan, pressing against Sherlock’s lips even harder in appreciation. He smiled into the kiss, allowing his thumb to press against your tip. You could feel the pressure in your stomach building, making you impatient and wanting.
Just then, Sherlock drew away his hand, leaving you wanting for more. You bit his lip in retaliation, letting him feel every part of your frustration. He sighed, lowering his hand to your bottom, the pad of his finger probing at your ass. He entered one finger, carefully feeling you out. He watched your face for any reaction and you closed your eyes, sighing.
Sherlock entered one, and then two, more fingers into. It felt amazing when he started stretching you out, carefully curling his fingers. His lips met yours, swallowing any sounds and moans you let out. It allowed you to just bask in the feeling of him. Every shift of his muscles, breath of his chest, and moving of his hips made you want to embrace the man. But you couldn’t, due to the cursed restraints. Still, that didn’t keep you from trying and from moving your knee to graze his growing arousal.
Sherlock moaned with you, pressing against somewhere sensitive inside you. Again, you could feel your orgasm coming, dick twitching, clenching around his fingers and biting Sherlock’s bottom lip. Your hips lifted against them, shooting pain through your body again. You cringed, but pairing it with the pleasure Sherlock’s fingers were doing made you moan. Soft words of praising or pleading left your tongue, the meaning of them so slurred to the point not even you could make out. You wanted him impossibly closer.
You groaned when Sherlock, once again, drew away. You were getting real tired of his behaviour. The man finally got you into bed, and you were starting to think he wanted to get you out if it. Sherlock was playing a dangerous game with you, and you swore to get him back on it.
“Please,” you whispered.
You didn’t care about your pride at this point, just that you would get what you wanted. The only thing you could think about was the absence of his touch. Sherlock seemed to realise what he was doing, a cheeky smirk forming on his lips.
“Please what?” came his coy reply.
“Please fuck me or I swear I’m going to punch you in your smug face.”
His eyebrows raised. “You can’t punch me.”
You glanced up at your restraints and then down at where his hands rested beside your legs. A smile tugged at your lips. “I could kick you.”
Sherlock breath fanned over your face, his lips grazing yours before pulling into a lazy smile. “Then I better give you what I want.”
He sat up to pull of his underwear, drawing your eyes to every detail of him. He was breathing heavily, his muscles pulled taut and hair in a dishevelled mess. Sherlock sank back close to you, embracing you closely. The warmth of his skin spread to yours, creating a sheen layer of sweat between you. You were way too aware of every part of you touching, every sensation turned tenfold.
Carefully, Sherlock hovered over you, his elbows holding himself up as he guided his hips to yours. You could feel the long awaited moment of his cock probing at your entrance, careful as he watched your face. You nodded, smiling.
Sherlock sighed as he sunk into you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. You moaned at the feel of stretching you out, trying to move him closer. Your hands were still restrained, but you could roll your hips into some resemblance of friction. Sherlock kissed your jaw, trailing his lips across your neck. It was messy but so full of passion you couldn’t seem to care.
“Please,” you muttered again.
Sherlock’s head lifted from your neck, tilting to look you in the eye. “You’re already getting what you want, what is it now?”
You tugged at the restrains, yearning to be able to run your hands over his back. “Just let me touch you.”
“You gonna stay still?”
“Can’t promise anything,” you smiled.
He glanced up at your wrists, before leaning over to set them free. The second you could move, your hands shot to take hold of his jaw, drawing his face to meet yours. The warmth of his skin was finally under your touch. You couldn’t help but to pull him closer, settling him even deeper inside you, and drawing a moan out of his chest. The sound made you crazy, bringing your arms around his shoulders, the defined muscles feeling glorious beneath your fingers.
As Sherlock continuously pulled in and out of you, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you, your nails raked over his warm skin. You were sure deep marks were left behind, but you weren’t sure if Sherlock was just ignoring the pain, or enjoying it. By the way his face turned to mark your neck with moans leaving his tongue in mutterings, you suspected the latter was true.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it either, the mixing of pain and pleasure. Your wound was still sore, and every grind of Sherlock’s hips reminded you of some sort of phantom of that pain. It left your mouth agape, left to just keep still underneath Sherlock, every touch of his lips sending goosebumps over your skin, and every sting of your wound adding to the surreal feeling.
For a third time this night, you felt yourself getting close, clinging to every movement of his hips, feeling the shift of his muscles as he held himself up. You muttered so, kissing the shell of his ear. Sherlock sped up, hitting your prostate even harder and faster, chasing his own release to match yours. The pain and pleasure became too much for you and your dick twitched in anticipation.
He dipped down to connect your lips, before drawing a deep moan from your chest as you climaxed, clenching his dick in the process. Sherlock almost fell against you in the relief of the feeling but caught himself as to not burden your wound, and stayed still as his own orgasm powered through.
Only when both your heartbeats had slowed and your breathing returned to normal did Sherlock meet your eye, kissing you slowly as he pulled out, the sensation feeling like too much for your oversensitive body. Every little movement was too much, and now that the pleasure had begun to subside the pain in your stomach was more prominent than ever.
Sherlock’s fingers trailed along your body, carefully bringing your mind back to him, to your body, and all the places you were touching. It was grounding your mind, allowing you to fully relax. He touched your bandages with a tender hand, trying to feel for any faults.
“You’re still good.”
“No thanks to you,” came your witty answer.
Sherlock sent you a deadened glare, trying not to quick back a no-doubt clever reply. Instead, he moved away, making you shiver in the cold air, and returned with a fresh rag to wipe down the sweat and fluids between the both of you. You accepted it gratefully, sitting up against the bedpost when finished. Sherlock’s hands surrounded your shoulders to steady you, still a careful air around him.
You brought his lips to yours in a sudden kiss, allowing him to relax. “I’m good, Sherlock. Don’t worry.”
He forced himself to take a deep breath and to sit down beside you, pulling the covers over your shoulders. You watched him with an amused glint.
“What?” he asked.
You shrugged your shoulders before smiling. “Nothing. Just not used to seeing you this nervous.”
“I’m always nervous around you.”
Sherlock met your eye with the most sincere expression you’ve seen on him. An eyebrow raised in his direction.
“You sure have a peculiar way of showing it. Throwing me out and tying me up—”
Sherlock huffed and scooted down to lay down against the bed, avoiding your amused gaze. “Will you ever let that go?”
You bent down to lay against him, your head by his shoulder, your breath fanning against his ear. “I don’t think so.”
Sherlock turned his head so that his lips grazed yours. “Careful, or I’ll have to tie you up again.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you whispered, pressing your mouth to his in a deep kiss. “Maybe next time you’ll be the one tied up.”
Fuck, Sherlock thought. There was no way in bloody hell he could ever go back to being just colleagues again, not after having known you so close to him. It was done. He was falling for you, and you both knew it.
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Welcome to Part 1 of my newest series, featuring Capa from Sunshine and my new OC, Bobbie Lynch. Thank you to everyone who voted to say they would be interested in reading this - I hope you enjoy it! Please do interact because motivation can be a flighty thing and your comments and support really do keep me going. You know the drill by now -> comments = more content.
Summary: A little under halfway into a 3 year mission to try and reignite the Sun and save Earth from freezing over, Bobbie should have more important things to worry about than her sex life. In fact she shouldn’t even really be having a sex life. Instead though, she finds herself caught between two of her crew mates, in a mess of her own making.
Warnings: 🔞 Smut. Cheating - this is going to be a theme throughout so if you don’t like that, don’t read. Please don’t waste my time and yours complaining about it in the comments. Probably inaccurate depictions of space travel and physics 🙈 Let’s be real, you’re not here for that tho, you’re here for the filth 😉
Word count: 5162 SERIES MASTERLIST
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Part 1: Star Crossed Lovers
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It was easy now, with the gift of hindsight, to see how stupid she had been. That it was never going to end well, even before she made everything a hundred times more complicated. The guidelines for crew were there for a reason. Missions like this - though really there was no other mission truly like this - were clear that crew members shouldn’t form romantic or sexual relationships. Almost three years on a spaceship, confined to living in close proximity with seven other people, was a recipe for relationship disaster.
It had started with loneliness. Or, more accurately, horniness if she was truly honest with herself. Mace had been in her class when she joined the space programme after a few years of flying fighter jets in the military. Loud, obnoxious, full of his own self importance, she would gladly have strangled him on numerous occasions. But he was smart. Irritatingly so. He had a way of making even the most complicated technical challenges lie down for him.
A skill he also had in other parts of his life, with his Ken doll clean cut good looks and laughing eyes.
She’d held out for almost a year into their journey across the cosmos, weathering his apparently inexhaustible supply of overt flirting with eyerolls and acerbic remarks. But it was wearing, and slowly he ground away at her defenses. The final straw came one fateful night when, realising it was New Year’s Eve back on Earth, the crew had broken out some of their limited supply of alcohol to toast the occasion. Each silently hoping that by the end of this new year they would have saved the world, reignited their dying star, and be on their way home.
And so it was that lonely and horny, and a little bit tipsy, she had pulled him into her bunk and broken her cardinal rule of never fucking a coworker.
The morning after she vowed it would never happen again. It was Mace. What the fuck was she thinking?!
But that was the problem with scratching an itch - you have to keep scratching to satisfy it, and it only gets more intense. And, as she sank down on his thick cock, his warm abs firm and tensed beneath her hands as his hips rose to meet her as she rode him, she finally understood why he had been so popular with her female classmates.
They had tried to keep it a secret for a few weeks. But, as Corazon had teased her later on, it had been fucking obvious from the start; Mace wasn’t exactly renowned for his poker face and he was roaming around with even more swagger than usual. Even their captain, Kaneda, who she had feared might chew her out for breaking the rules, had given her a good ribbing for it in his own quietly deadpan, subtle way.
But it wasn’t a ‘relationship’. At least that’s what she told herself. It was just fucking. After all, he was still the most obnoxious person she had ever met. But as the months wore on and she found herself waking up in his bed more regularly than her own, she was forced to admit that maybe there was more to it.
He was actually quite charming when he wanted to be. Sweet even.
But by the time they had been travelling for almost fourteen months, she was beginning to regret her life choices. Regretting especially that if she was going to be foolish enough to get herself involved with a coworker, that she had let it be Mace and not another.
The one she was finding increasingly difficult to get out of her head.
*****
Fifteen months ago - Earth
God it was like the first day at school - if their school was so exceptionally private that only eight students attended it. Eight strangers - or near strangers - chosen for their unrivalled abilities in their professions who would spend the next three years confined together in a metal tube hurtling through time and space. A physicist, an engineer, a botanist, a communications expert, a computer genius, a doctor, a pilot and a captain to watch over them all.
The small group milled around the too large atrium, the white walls nondescript, lights blazing even though it was only ten in the morning; the weak sun filtering through the glass roof above no longer able to provide the light they needed. A world in perpetual twilight - the reason for their mission in the first place. Making awkward small talk, they waited for their orientation to begin. Sizing up the people they would be trapped with for the next 1,095 days. Or there abouts.
Shit. It sounded much worse when she thought about it in days. Particularly when, with a deep sigh, she recognised one of their crew.
“Bobbie!” beamed Mace, and she was aware of the others glancing towards her as he slung his arm around her shoulders in his usual overly-familiar fashion. “Fuck! How long has it been? Ten years?”
“Eight,” she corrected, shuffling out of his grasp, folding her arms across her chest as he unsubtley let his eyes linger there.
“Fuck. Long time,” he grinned, rubbing his light brown close-cropped head. It looked soft and velvety and for some inexplicable reason her fingers itched to touch it. “Is it somehow possible that you got hotter since the programme? This is gonna be a fun trip.”
She fixed him with a look that would have withered most men, but it just seemed to glance off him and his megawatt grin.
“I see you haven’t changed, James.”
A quiet clearing of a throat to her left caught her attention and she turned to find a slight man, with shaggy dark hair and the bluest eyes she could ever remember seeing, standing beside her clutching a black coffee.
“Have you met Capa yet?” asked Mace, once again moving into her personal space. She wished he would stop acting like they were friends.
She wished he didn’t look like that. Or smelt so good. Or that she didn’t notice the way his biceps were bursting out of the sleeves of his tshirt. James Mace did not need encouragement.
“No, not yet.” She smiled at the other man, grateful for the distraction, and held out her hand. “Bobbie Lynch.”
He took it, and for all his slightness she couldn’t help but notice how his hand dwarfed hers, broad fingers cool around her own.
“Robert Capa.”
Mace chuckled beside her and she tried to edge slightly further away again as Capa dropped her hand.
“Well that’s gonna be confusing on board - Robert and Roberta. How will we ever tell you apart?”
She flashed him a narrow-eyed glance, feeling heat crawling to her cheeks. Of course he would be the one to embarrass her with her real name.
“Well for one, nobody except my grandma calls me Roberta. Unless I’m in big trouble. Or they’re looking for trouble.” Turning her attention back to Capa she saw his startling eyes filled with quiet amusement. “It’s Bobbie, don’t listen to this asshole.”
“You can all just call me Capa, save any confusion,” he smiled back, a lilt in his soft accent that she couldn’t quite place.
A wiry Japanese man with a neatly styled beard mercifully called Mace’s attention and she found herself alone with Capa.
“Soo…” She sipped her cooling coffee, wracking her brains trying to remember the names on the list she had been sent. “..you’re the physicist, right? The one who’s actually going to save all of humanity?”
His pale, freckled cheeks coloured slightly and he ran a hand over the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes. “I’m just the guy who gets to take everyone else’s hard work into space.” He shuffled a little, finally looking at her, the directness of his pale stare almost making her flinch. “Plus all of you are saving the world just as much as me. What are you?” He coughed nervously, fiddling with his paper cup. “I mean, what’s your job on board?”
“I’m the pilot. And the navigator and all round keep the thing in the air… well in the right place in the vacuum, girl.l”
“Sounds a lot more important than me then.”
The soft stretch of his smile was infectious and she couldn’t help but mirror it.
“When we get up there, I want to know everything about how it all works. If we’re going to save the world I want to understand how. Would you show me?”
“Only if you let me fly the ship,” he grinned.
“No deal,” she grinned back, just as they were called to order, filing slowly into a glass panelled boardroom for their initial briefing as a team.
One month to lift off.
*****
Fourteen months later - Icarus II
The day things got complicated was much like any other day. She hadn’t gone to Capa’s lab, down in the payload vault - a separate section of the ship that was designed to be decoupled when they reached the optimal coordinates - with any intention other than to hide from Mace. They’d had a fight about nothing at all and she couldn’t take him walking around with his wounded puppy face.
Or the fact that the only reason they had fought was because he clearly wanted more from her than she was willing to give.
If she’d known what was going to happen she might have gone and hid out in Corazon’s beautiful oxygen garden - the botanist was responsible for growing fresh produce and supporting a replenishing source of oxygen, both critical to their survival on this long a journey. For Bobbie, there was something almost mindful about helping her friend tend to the plants, ensuring conditions were perfect for their life-giving greenery to thrive.
Unlike many of the others, she didn’t have a specific place she needed to be most of the time, once she had got them safely into orbit and on their way. She had important checks and tests she ran daily but most of the day to day flying of the ship was run via autopilot, controlled by their highly intelligent computer, Icarus. And obviously if there was an emergency, she was the one who would need to step in and take control of the vessel. But for the most part, she was free to roam and help others.
Or get in the way, as Serle - their medical officer - liked to tease her.
She had kept her word about wanting to understand as much as she could about the gargantuan bomb they were flying to drop into the centre of the dying sun, to try and reignite it. She had some physics, obviously given her job, but not like this. The theoretical nature of the explosion was mind-bending. She had made Capa explain it over and over, taking her through the beautiful simulations time and again.
And so it was that alongside the garden, his lab that overlooked the payload was her favourite place to be. Harvey, their communications officer, couldn’t understand her fascination with it - he and most of the others found its dark brooding silence unsettling. But she found it peaceful in an entirely different way to the verdant serenity of the garden. It reminded her of the vast stillness of a cathedral.
And now that she understood it a little better, she liked trying to imagine what it would be like if and when they achieved their goal. The way Capa explained it, and the way the simulator displayed it, was visually breathtaking - a million billion sparks, that would be reductive to liken to being in the heart of a firework but she had no other frame of reference to describe it. And for a moment, their brightness would fill the air, hanging like stars scattered across the night’s sky, before the implosion that they hoped would bring their dying star back to life.
After the failure of Icarus I to complete its mission - losing communication with Earth over a year into its journey and never heard from again - she felt the weight of their responsibility when she looked at the payload. The entire planet’s remaining fissionable material. Their last shot at saving the world from descending into an unending ice age that would make nuclear winter look like summer camp.
Not that there were such things as summer camp anymore. There hadn’t been such a thing as ‘summer’ in a very long time. She’d only ever seen reference to such things in old movies and books.
Over the many months of their journey, she became fascinated with the bomb, this huge feat of human genius, something like the size of Manhattan, they were bearing hundreds of millions of miles from home. Standing in the control room, looking down at it, the scale never failed to make her feel like the tiny, insignificant bundle of atoms she truly was. It was oddly comforting.
“Bobbie..?”
She jumped at Capa’s quiet enquiry, unsure how long he had been there. Or how long she had been there, staring out at the bomb in silence.
“Are you alright?”
She felt the warmth of him beside her at the control desk, as she dragged her eyes away from the enormous nuclear device.
“I like looking at it,” she mumbled, glancing at him, quickly looking away. “It makes me feel…” She couldn’t quite find the word for it. Something paradoxical between insignificant and powerful.
“Me too.”
She could hear the smile in his voice and knew without looking that his blue eyes would be creased at the corners, softening their pale ferocity.
“Can you run it again for me?”
“Again? Wasn’t the twelve thousandth time enough for you?”
“Please? It’s beautiful.”
He could never say no to her when she fixed him with those big, dark eyes of hers.
With a quiet nod, his nimble fingers began flicking switches, programming the AI to simulate the moment of impact, like he had a thousand times before. The results were always inconclusive, the Sun’s unstable nature rendering the final stages of the payload’s trajectory uncertain. The jeopardy in their plan - ‘theory will only take you so far’, Robert J Oppenheimer had said, as Capa liked to quote - but she marvelled in it all the same. Her world was so full of cause and effect. Maths and certainty. Coordinates and flight plans. This…this for her was as close to art as science could get.
He leaned across her to access some of the dials and she caught a whiff of his cologne. It seemed silly that any of them would still be bothering with such frivolous things this far into the mission but he always smelt so inexplicably good. Something woody with a sharp freshness beneath. The back of his arm brushed her stomach and for a split second their eyes locked.
“Sorry, just need to get to…”
“It’s fine,” she mumbled, not moving out of his way, so he had no choice but to lean across her further. He steadied himself with his other hand on the small of her back and the warmth of his palm through her thin tank top made her breathing hitch in her throat. Not moving back he looked at her again, those crystalline eyes darting from her dark ones to her lips and back again.
Slowly, hesitantly, she ran her fingertips along his bare, freckled arm. Thoughts she had only ever allowed herself to think in the safety of her own bunk, flitting around her mind. Capa was her friend. Maybe even her best friend on board. She shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.
Should she..?
“Bobbie..?” he whispered as her hand reached his shoulder, skirting up and along his neck to his sharp jawline, the dark shadow of his stubble rough against the pads of her fingers.
She saw his eyes dart more obviously to her mouth and this time she didn’t hesitate. Gently pushing herself into him, she caught his lips, her fingers threading through the longer hair behind his neck. He jumped slightly as they connected, his mouth cushiony soft against hers. But then he was kissing her back, cupping her face between his hands as their lips moulded together slowly.
A small whimper sounded in her throat as he kissed her more fervently, parting her lips with his tongue so he could lick into her mouth. She pulled him by his vest, letting him push her back onto the edge of the control desk, slotting himself between her thighs.
Breaking apart, both a little breathless, he rested his forehead against hers, her eyes so dark it was like falling into the depths of space itself. How many times had he imagined this moment? Alone in his bunk, the muffled sounds of her and Mace bleeding through the walls. Imagined it was him making her make those desperate little sounds instead.
“What about—”
She silenced him with another searing kiss, robbing the air from his lungs. Hands sliding down her back to her hips, he pulled her closer, both groaning slightly as it made her rock against his growing hardness.
“Fuck…” he murmured into her mouth, rubbing himself against her core, and she made one of those delicious little whimpers he’d dreamed about. “This is a really fucking terrible idea, isn’t it?”
“Yup.” His lips grazed her neck, her fingers tangled in his long dark lengths. “Do you want to stop?” She pulled hard on the silken strands, his hips rocking harder into hers as he groaned, mouth hungrily meeting hers.
“Fuck no.”
He fumbled with the hem of her tank top, warm hands sliding across her skin, reaching higher. Gently, he pulled it up until his thumbs were running under the elasticated edge of her soft cotton sports bra. Holding her eyes, seeing her give him the slightest nod of consent, he hooked under, pulling the fabric above her breasts so both her shirt and bra were stretched across her chest. She watched with quiet satisfaction as his bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he took her in, thumbs gently teasing the stiffening peaks.
Ducking his head, his mouth closed around one, a high whine in her throat as he grazed his teeth across the firm bud, soothing it with sweeps of his tongue. As he turned his attention to the other, she fumbled with his own clothes, dragging the vest and his Icarus com from his body, so she could run her hands over his smooth skin, his narrow frame so unlike Mace’s bulk.
“Capa...” she murmured as she fumbled with the buckle of his belt and he took the hint, unbuttoning her own, not particularly sexy, standard issue cargo pants. Lifting her hips she helped him pull them down her legs along with her underwear. She gasped as the coolness of the control desk met her skin but it was nothing compared to the jolt of his fingers sliding between her slick folds, running subtly against her clit.
“Jesus fuck… you’re so wet,” he growled appreciatively, sucking on her neck, unwittingly finding the spot that was like a mainline to her clenching cunt. She gripped his shoulders as he slowly pressed two broad fingers against her tightness, easing into her so achingly slowly that she was bearing down on them, desperately seeking more. And when he swiped his thumb over her clit, she almost blacked out.
“Is this all for me..?” he mumbled, hooking his fingers against the soft spot inside her that made her see stars, revelling in her panted gasps for air, already too far gone to form words.
Somewhere in the haze of the bright bolts of pleasure he was sending shooting through her veins, skittering under her skin, she managed to undo his trousers. Wasting no time she pushed them down his hips until he sprang thickly from their confines.
Holy shit. For a fairly small guy he was punching well above his weight.
The slightly strangled moan that left his throat when she wrapped her fist around him almost made her cum on his fingers. His lips were on hers as he pulled his hand away, catching her murmur of disappointment at the loss of contact. Smoothing his own precum and her slick over his length he guided it between her folds, pulling back from her lips as he tapped the tip heavily against her clit.
“Are you sure this is ok?” Blue, pushed to fine slivers around lust-blown pupils, filled her vision. “I can stop if you want?”
“Please,” she breathed, hooking a finger through the chain of his dogtags to pull his lips back to hers. “I want this.”
Slowly he breached her tight entrance, her head falling into his neck as he pushed inch after thick inch into her.
“Fuck, Capaa…”
Her desperate whimpers, her breath hot against his skin, the almost painful press of her velvety walls around his cock - it was nearly all too much. He hadn’t had sex with anything that wasn’t his own hand since they set off over a year ago. And it wasn’t exactly like he was getting it before he left Earth. Gripping her hips he pulled her right to the edge of the desk, dragging himself slowly out so he could slam back in, counting inside his head, focussing on anything he could to stop himself from cumming too quickly.
Balancing herself back on her hands, he watched entranced at how her breasts bounced with every sharp thrust of his hips. As she scrabbled for purchase he quickly leaned forward, making them both groan as he filled her to the hilt, reaching for her left hand.
“Careful,” he warned, voice thick with the effort of withstanding her fluttering walls. “Don’t want to accidentally set it off.”
She twisted quickly to look, seeing her fingers inches away from one of the big red buttons that detonated the bomb. It couldn’t actually be done so easily - for good reason - but it was a little too close for comfort.
“Hmmmm… that’s not quite the payload I had in mind,” she giggled quietly, a soft rush of air through her nose that gave way to a whimper as he moved deeply within her.
“Oh yeah?” his lips curved into a smile against her skin, holding her still, impaled on his cock as he traced his mouth down her sternum, licking lightly across one stiff nipple. “What kind of payload are you after, Ms Lynch?” He bit the sensitive bud gently, relishing the way it made her cunt clench harder around him, her hips desperately trying to rut against his.
“Fuck… will you stop playing and fuck me? Or do I need to pull rank?” His head snapped up to see water bright in her lash line, her full lower lip trapped between even white teeth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, gripping the back of her neck to pull her lips to his, swallowing her grateful moans as he set a regular rhythm of deep strokes. Pulling away, she leant back again, placing her hands more carefully, letting him see how his arrowing cock split her wide open, her glistening cunt sucking him in.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, vision beginning to blur as he felt his climax nearing. “Thought about this so many times.” He pushed her thighs wider apart so he could see his cock disappearing into her more easily, her pretty pussy glossy with her own arousal.
“Me…too… fuuuuck…” She tipped her head back, eyes squeezing closed as his thumb found her clit, pressing firmly on the little bundle as he filled her with increasingly rough, sloppy strokes. “Shit.. fuck.. Capa m’gonna..”
Before she could even finish speaking her thighs were quaking, warmth flooding up her spine as sparks of pleasure burst through her, shimmering in her vision like the exquisite violence of the simulated explosion she had watched so many times. Her heart hammered in her ears, whole body at once rigid and then collapsing into a dizzy, weightless state of bliss. Dimly, she was aware of him shuddering to stillness within her, a low rumble of a grunt in his chest as he painted her insides white.
Gasping for air, he fell forward, his forehead against her breasts. His long hair tickled her skin, strands stuck darkly to his flushed face and neck. His dog tags hung loose between their bodies, delivering tiny cold shocks as they swayed against her belly.
After a moment he lifted his head, sucking teasingly on her nipple, bright eyes sliding closed for a second as it made her walls flutter around his softening, sensitive cock.
“Fuck… that was…” He trailed off. He didn’t even have words for how good that had felt. Superior to his imagination in every possible way. Smiling softly, she coaxed his face to hers, catching his swollen lips in a languid kiss.
“Now what?” he asked quietly as she let him pull away.
“Now we try not to get cum on the desk,” she chuckled, not entirely joking; she could already feel him leaking out of her even though his cock was still snugly buried inside. “Don’t want to have to explain to the others why the controls stopped working.”
He frowned slightly, pulling out of her, unable to stop himself from watching the delicious sight of his pearlescent seed spilling thickly from her. Clearing his throat he tugged up his pants, tucking himself back into his underwear as he searched for his vest.
Pulling her top layers back into place she awkwardly shuffled off the desk, reaching for her trousers - they hadn’t even made it all the way off, still hanging around one of her ankles. Dragging them up her legs, she looked behind, seeing a small wet patch of their combined orgasm - more hers than his - shining on the desk and embarrassment warmed her neck, flowing up to her cheeks.
Oh god. She’d just had sex with Capa. Shit shit shit.
“Have you got..?” She gestured to the mess and he nodded, running a hand through his hair as he searched for a tissue. Cleaning it up as best she could, she made a mental note to come back and disinfect it later. After she’d had a shower herself.
“Soo…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck, but she cut him off.
“I should go.” She hid behind her hands for a moment, running her palms down her burning face. “Sorry, Capa. That shouldn’t have happened. I dunno what came over me.”
He shuffled as she tried to sneak past him to the door, his hands finding her hips.
“Is it really such a bad thing..? I mean, I’m glad it did.”
She made herself look up into his earnest, genuine blue eyes, and something in her stomach flipped.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
He silenced her with the softest kiss she had ever experienced and she couldn’t help but sink into it, his hands coming to cup her face as her fingers curled into his vest.
“I really like you, Bobbie,” he murmured against her lips.
She tried to pull away from his gentle grasp. “Capa, I can’t. This shouldn’t have happened. It won’t…” He brushed his lips against hers again, making her head spin. “It can’t happen again. I’m sorry.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “Why not? We’ve got almost two more years on this thing. You said you’d thought about it too. Are you really telling me you really don’t want this to happen again?” His full lips twitched in a teasing smile as he spoke but she hardened her features and shook her head, pulling away.
“It can’t. I’m technically your boss.”
“You’re technically Mace’s boss too but I haven’t seen that stopping you. Or should I say, heard it stopping you.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s that supposed to mean??”
He huffed out a mirthless chuckle. “The walls on this thing aren’t as sound proof as you think they are. And as far as I can see, you don’t seem too concerned about the chain of command when it comes to him.”
“What happens between me and Mace is none of your business,” she snapped, mortification flowing hotly through her veins, pushing past him to slap the exit button, the sliding door whooshing quietly open.
He followed her out into the hallway. “You’re right. It’s not. And frankly I don’t give a fuck about him. But I do give a fuck about you pretending this is somehow different. And it is my business what happened here today, Roberta.” He leaned on her full name, making her turn, dark eyes blazing.
“What happened today was a mistake, Robert. And if you tell anyone…”
He closed the gap between them, only slightly taller than her, eyes like frozen pools.
“You’ll what..?”
She opened her mouth but no words came out. He had her there. What could she possibly do? And he was right, how was this any different to what she was doing with Mace?
Well for one, she actually liked Capa.
A lot.
Fuck.
Shoulders sagging, she looked down at her fidgeting fingers playing with the small rectangular box of her Icarus com.
“Nothing,” she sighed. “I’m sorry.” Slowly she lifted her eyes to his, his angled features sharp, his jaw jumping slightly. “You’re right, it’s not different.” She groaned quietly into her hands, running her palms up and over her close-cropped curls. “Just…like you said, we have two more years on this thing. Things are already messed up - add you and me to that and it’s way too complicated. I just can’t.. please, Capa.” She stared at him imploringly. “Please don’t tell him?”
He blew out a long puff of air as she tentatively grazed her fingertips over his cheek.
“Fine. I won’t.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning to press her lips against his again. As she tried to pull away his arms slid around her waist, holding her close and with a soft sigh she let him part her lips with his tongue again, pulling him closer with hands around his neck. Kissing him was so intoxicating, she just couldn’t seem to stop.
“I won’t tell him but you can’t tell me you don’t feel it too,” he mumbled against her lips, hands sliding lower to squeeze her ass.
“S’too messy,” she mumbled, gasping as he pressed her against the wall, lips grazing down her throat. “He’ll—”
He nipped her skin lightly, one roaming hand sliding under her shirt, cupping her breast.
“I don’t care.”
“Fuck..” she breathed as he teased her nipple back to hardness through her bra.
“There’s still a couple of hours until dinner,” he whispered, breath warm against the shell of her ear. “No one will be looking for us.”
She hummed softly in return as his mouth found hers again, and, against all her better judgement, let him pull her back into the lab, the door hissing closed, hiding them from view.
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Part 2 - still to come
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Tangled in each Other🍋
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"Hey babe, you ready?" You and Millie were planning on attending a party with the other ST cast members. You were even going as a couples costume.
You were dressed as Flynn Rider from Tangled while Millie was going to be going as Rapunzel (well, from the end of the movie because of her hair and so she wouldn't have to worry about a wig."
"Ready. Just close your eyes." You closed your eyes, wondering what she wanted to show you. "Open."
You opened your eyes to see your fiancée dressed in a lilac purple corset and purple skirt. There was a tiny felt Pascal on her shoulder.
You were speechless! "Well..." You snapped back into the moment at her voice.
"You look amazing!" Millie's eyes widened for a second, before she gave you a beaming smile.
"Hold on." You pulled out a box from under your bed. "I figured this would be perfect for a princess." You pulled out a version of Rapunzel's crown from the movie.
Millie covered her mouth with her hands, her doe brown eyes watering. "Thank you. Thank you!"
Millie pulled you into a hug, which you returned. "You look handsome! You really pulled the hairstyle off." The two of you left, excited for the party.
The party was pretty cool. You got to see some of your castmates. You were talking to Sadie about the filming for Season 5 and other upcoming projects when Millie slid her arms around your stomach. "Hey," you greeted.
"Hey. Do you think we can go home? I'm kind of tired.," she asked, sleepily. You nodded, "Yeah, sure." The two of you said goodbye before you got in the car and drove home.
Interestingly, Millie didn't fall asleep on the drive home. Once you got in the house, you asked, "Y'know, for someone who's tired, you sure don't act like it."
Millie looked at you sheepishly. "Y'know, you could've just told me if you wanted to come home early."
Millie cracked. "Ok, I wasn't tired. I was... jealous. You were kind of close to Sadie and..." Millie trailed off, embarrassed.
You had to try hard to keep the smile off your face. "You get cute when you're jealous, you know that?" You pulled Millie in for a kiss.
"Trust me, I am yours. That's why I proposed." Millie's smile slowly returned. You wrapped your arms around her and hoisted her up and made for the stairs.
"Now, I think I have a treat for a beautiful princess." In a matter of minutes, Millie was laying on the bed, you kneeling between her bed, bringing her to an orgasm.
Her hands held on to strands of your hair as your tongue circled her clit while your fingers pressed her g spot.
"Holy fuck! Don't stop!" In moments like this, more of Millie's British accent would slip out.
"Aww, does my princess like that?", you teased, your fingers ghosting around her clit, covering it with her arousal.
"Yes, please! Dont- Ahh!" Her walls clenched around your fingers. A burst of liquid covered your fingers as she came down from her high.
After a couple of minutes to rest, Millie was riding your cock. She rocked her hips, maneuvering her hips to fit you inside of her.
Her strokes were slow at first, taking only a few inches at a time, causing her to moan and whimper softly with every time your cock penetrated her.
She bent over, offering her nipples to you. You sucked on it, nibbling slightly, licking at it, making her moan. You gave the same attention to her other breast, so as to make it feel left out.
You squeezed her ass, getting a good grip on her flesh and forcing her down onto your cock as she bounced upward, her pace quickening as she started taking almost your entire cock with every bounce.
Her pussy was hot, wet, and squeezing you tight. Every rock of her hips sent tingles of pleasure throughout the both of you as you filled every spot inside her.
The tip seemed to hit that sweet spot inside of her, eliciting moans from you. "Fuck, don't stop Mills!"
She was beautiful, her pupils were blown out, making her brown eyes look black. Millie placed her hand on your shoulders to balance herself as she rotated her hips on your erection, making sure to be precise with her movements so you both can receive maximum pleasure.
“So big,” she whimpered, when you pushed your hips up. Millie swore she could feel you hit spots she didn’t even know existed.
You could feel her walls clenched around you. "Babe, I'm gonna cum!" Millie bounced faster as one of your fingers stimulated her clit, nearly turning her brain to mush.
Millie felt the coil in her stomach release as she came on your cock, which in turn triggered you to cum deep inside her.
You lay there in each other's arms, coming down from your high. You pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, princess."
Millie kissed you back. "And I you, my prince."
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thewolvesof1998 · 4 months
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Fuck it Friday
Here's a little more of my Christmas Fic they don’t know (your name is already mine):
They all pile into the elevator, Bobby and Athena last, as the doors close he whips out his phone to send another text to Buck. Bobby: Doc says Eddie’s going to be fine but he’s staying the night, please call me when you get this.  He watches and waits for the three dots to appear but they don’t and it only causes the feeling in the pit of his stomach to widen. He tucks away his phone and grabs Athena’s hand, she immediately squeezes reassuringly and it helps ground him. “How’d you even know we were here?” Bobby hears Chim ask from somewhere behind him. “I-Me and Ravi were having…drinks,” Albert says, Bobby shares a look with his wife, apparently her hunch about that had been right, her smile is a small ‘told you so’ one.  “Without the rest of us?” Chim asks outraged and oblivious to the blatant lie. Bobby fights back a smile.  “Chim,” Hen says and Bobby can practically see her head shake without turning around, “Maybe there was a reason why they didn’t want us there.” “It is because we’re old? Because I’ll let you know I can still-” -The elevator dings as they arrive on the third floor, interrupting Chimney's rant and reminding them all why they were there.
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Inescapable
Kinktober Day 1: Dom/sub
Summary:
(Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift) Dean, Cas, and Sam go on a small local ghost hunt while you stay at home. While you get the bunker prepared for them to come home, you can't stop thinking about your dom. Dean specifically ordered you to not be thinking of him while he's gone, but you can't help it. You miss him, and when he gets home, you think you'll show him just how much.
Words: 3,919
Kinks: Dom/sub, Rope play, light degradation, teasing, spanking, punishment
Relationship: Dom Dean/Sub Fem Reader
Content/Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (only in the first paragraph), mentions of a knife, smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, fingering, dominant dean winchester
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Dean. Cas, and Sam left Friday evening for a ghost hunt. Apparently, Old Man Milton only comes back once every 7 years on his daughter’s birthday to kill young men that sexually assault or harass young women. His daughter died by a violent sexual assault and was found in the basement of a fraternity house. He searched for the boy that did it to her, but the college covered it up. Now, he’s coming back for justice. You told Dean that they shouldn’t do anything. If it were your hunt, you would have left it alone. Those guys deserved to die, in your opinion. And maybe that makes you a bad person, but honestly, you’ve literally been to hell and back. You don’t really care if wishing a painful death on rapists is a bad thing. 
The only reason you didn’t attend this hunt with the boys is because the whole topic was just a little too triggering for you. Dean suggested you stay home, and Cas agreed that the emotional trauma it brought up wouldn’t be worth getting rid of the ghost. Sam offered to stay home with you, but Cas isn’t the best hunting partner when it comes to these small hunts. So, Dean asked if you’d be alright and insisted that Sam come with him. Cas is always one call away if you need anything, and you know that. 
On Sunday morning, you get ready to start your day with brushing your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out an outfit. You don’t have much to choose from, because it’s laundry day you’re washing all of the boys clothes along with yours. It’s kind of annoying that they expect you to do their laundry, and you pointed out once that you thought it was misogynistic to expect the only woman in the home to do laundry. But Dean came back with the argument that you were only doing laundry when they were out on a hunt without you. If they were the one staying home, they would do the laundry and you wouldn’t mind. Sam offered to do his own, but it didn’t actually bother you too much. You think that Dean’s just saying it to get you to do it, but you let them have it because he said it with a really cute face and puppy dog eyes. And they do so much for you that doing some laundry or cooking a meal isn’t going to kill you. You don’t exactly like falling into gender roles, but something about them being so appreciative every Sunday night when you make dinner and have them change into clean clothes is so sweet. 
So, you pick out your outfit: a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s flannels because it’s the only thing that smells like him, but doesn’t have blood on it. You take his load to the wash first, because you know when he gets home, you’ll make him change into clean clothes. You put on some music first. You listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin while he’s gone because it reminds you of him. Before he left, as always, he told you not to think of him too much. In a normal relationship, that would be sweet. A request. But in yours and Dean‘s relationship, it was a demand. Every hunt he went on scared you, every time he left the bunker, a chill ran down your spine. You wondered if you would ever see him again. You try not to think like that, and he demands you don’t think of him at all. You don’t listen. You never do. He knows this, and he’ll punish you when he gets home. That’s sometimes why you think of him. You enjoy the punishment. It’s nice when he takes control when he gets home. 
You finish putting his clothes in the laundry and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they get home. It’s your week to prepare dinner on Sunday night. Every Sunday, you make everyone have a family meal at a table. Hunters don’t get to have a normal life, so this is as normal as it gets for you. You don’t have long before they get back, so you pull out all of the necessary ingredients and set them on the counter. Normally, you’d also be doing some research while they were gone. But this hunt specifically was one that lacked research and needed more gumption than Dean could ever gather. As you’re swaying to the music in the kitchen, the song “Dress” by Taylor Swift plays through your phone speaker. This song reminds you of Dean, but in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He likes Taylor Swift, your favorite artist, but he won’t admit it. Sometimes, you catch him listening to her in the shower, but he thinks you don’t know. Sometimes, you see him adding a song of hers to his playlist. As the lyrics ring through your head this time around, you can’t help but think about how teasing it would be for Dean to come home to tear your clothes off. He always requests that when he gets home, you are in bed with no clothes. You enjoy this usually, but tonight you’re feeling a little extra. 
You prepare the food, so all you have to do is cook them. You make homemade burger patties that need to chill, sourdough bread that needs to chill to make buns, and a pastry crust for the pie. You clean up and grab your keys. Before Bobby passed, he built up a car for you out of some old parts. It was a crap car, but it barely cost you. Bobby had a soft spot for you, so he would fix the car up for you anytime it broke down or something happened. Unfortunately, when he died, you had nobody to fix up your car. It was just your luck that you remembered meeting Dean Winchester, a friend of Bobby’s, a few years back. He and his brother were well known hunters, so you didn’t think he would have the time to help. But any shop would tell you that the car was more to fix than it was actually worth. They said it was unsafe and shouldn’t be driven. They didn’t have the memories you had with that car though. So you gave him a call, and you were lucky that he was in the next town over just finishing up a case. You two haven’t left each other alone since. 
You head toward a town close by to find exactly what you are looking for. You stop into a few stores before you find exactly what you wanted. A short, white sundress, complete with a cherry print scattered across the fabric. You check the price tag because unlike other hunters, you try to earn honest money when you can. You save as much as you can and invest some of it. The dress is on sale, which just lets you know it’s meant to be. 
You check out and head back to the bunker to get ready and prepare dinner. When you walk inside, you hear a ding on your phone. You pull it from your pocket to see a text from Dean. 
We’re on our way home, Sweetheart. About an hour out. Be ready. - DW
It’s funny that he signs his initials with every text, but it’s his thing. It’s how you know it’s really him. He told you to be ready, but you should really be the one telling him to be ready….
Yes, sir. 
You go to the kitchen and begin cooking the burgers. Cas doesn’t have an appetite, but he still sits at the table with us. He always compliments the food, even though he doesn’t actually eat it. His description of food is that it “all tastes like molecules” to him. But nevertheless, Sam and Dean still enjoy it when you cook. After the burgers are cooked, you put them on a pan to keep warm and take out the dough. You make some rolls and put them on a pan to bake. The pie will cook while you’re eating, so you go ahead and head toward your bedroom to change. 
You put on your new dress and put your hair up with some loose curls falling down. You touch up your makeup a little bit and add some red lipstick. It’s Dean’s favorite and it matches your dress perfectly. You spray on some Tom Ford’s “Lost Cherry” and make your way back to the kitchen. You check your watch and see that it will be about half an hour until they get home, which is perfect timing to go ahead and put in the rolls and start preparing the pie. 
Soon, the whole bunker smells like fresh bread and sweet, cherry pie. You put all of the clean laundry in the rooms. You set the table with a whiskey glass in front of both Dean and Sam’s seats and a courtesy glass of water in Castiel’s spot. You put a wine glass in front of your seat, and pull out the rolls to replace them with the cherry pie. You take out all the extra condiments for the burgers and put the sides on the table. The locks of the bunker do a familiar click, and you know it’s game on. You hear the low chatter of the boys discussing the familiar scent wafting from the kitchen. 
Sam walks in and sees the set table. He waves the other guys into the kitchen. 
“Is it Sunday already? Man, I’m hungry!” Sam goes to pull out a chair before your hand catches his. 
“You boys go wash up first. I don’t want blood and sulfur at my dinner table. Your clothes are in your rooms. Dinner in 5.” You smile and pat his hand. He laughs a little before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing a little bit. You smack his chest gently, and he laughs and saunters off to change. Dean’s heated gaze is focused on your legs, or more importantly, how much of them he can see. Your apron falls below your dress, and when you’re turned to the side, he can see that your dress barely covers your ass. He groans low to himself and raises his eyes to meet yours. Cas speaks up. 
“Thank you for putting together dinner. I appreciate it.” He smiles awkwardly before the dirt and blood disappears from his outfit. He hangs his overcoat on the rack in the corner and then settles into his spot. Dean’s gaze hasn’t left you, and you know exactly why. 
“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation.” 
“Something wrong, love?” You ask with your most precious voice. You know he won’t say anything in front of Cas. He treats him like a toddler, his child that he must watch over. It’s adorable, but at the same time, he watches himself around Cas. He doesn't want him repeating things. Dean doesn’t reply, but his face looks pained. You smile and wave him off to his room to get changed. He obliges, but you can see the tension in his back as he walks away. 
“Dean seems stressed. We got rid of the ghost. Why is he upset?” Cas asks you as you make Sam’s plate. 
“Because his wife is his wildest dream, and he’s mad he has to eat dinner first.” Sam laughs as he walks out in fresh clothes. He sits at the table and smiles up at you. “I mean seriously, come on, he came home to his wife dressed up with his favorite dinner made and pie in the oven.”
“But why would that stress him out? Shouldn’t he be happy that he has the terribly domestic life he wished for?” Cas asks as you plate the food in front of him. He won’t eat it, but he likes to have a plate to feel involved.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean walks to the table, “can you three stop talking about me like I ain’t here? I am not stressed. I am exhausted from a three day long hunt. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Dean’s gaze shoots up at you as he sits down. You plate his food next, and then, your own. You sit down and everyone eats in silence. 
The conversation starts flowing once everyone starts getting full, and then, it’s time to take out the pie. You head over to the oven, which is right next to Dean’s seat, and bend down to get the pie out. Your dress rides up right next to him, so he can see your cunt soaking your white lace underwear. He groans and attempts to cover it up with a cough. You chuckle a little to yourself and set the pie down on the table. You take the boys plates and put them in the sink. 
“Sam, don’t forget. It’s your day to do dishes.” You nudge his shoulder. You set out more plates and serve up the cherry pie to Dean and onto your own plate. You are on one side of Dean, so you scoop up Sam’s piece and lean over Dean to place the pie on Sam’s plate. Sam shakes his head and chuckles to himself before digging in. Cas wanders off to the library. You sit back in your seat and take a bite of your pie. Some of the cherry juice drips off of your lip and onto your chest, where Dean’s gaze falls. You swipe your finger across the juice and stick it into your mouth. Your eyes close in ecstasy, and you make a small noise of happiness. Dean has yet another cough, and you open your eyes to watch him. He hasn’t even touched his pie.
“Dean, you haven’t touched your pie?” You ask him sweetly.
“Dude, it’s delicious. You picked the right woman.” Sam says as he goes back for seconds.
Dean nods his head and picks up his fork with shaking hands. 
“My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”
You all continue to eat before you both hand your plates to Sam to wash. You bid goodnight to Sam and Cas before heading to your room with Dean hot on your heels. You barely make it through the door before he catches your wrist in his hand and closes the door behind him with his foot.
“You disobeyed me.” He states. His eyes pierce yours with pure lust and determination.
“I made dinner.” You counter, reminding him that it was your week to make dinner.
“You know the rules, sweetheart. You know what happens when you break the rules.” A glint appears in his eyes, and suddenly, he begins walking toward you slowly. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the soft cushioning. “Tell me what happens when you break the rules, love.” His voice commands. 
“I get punished, sir.” You let out with a bit of excitement. 
“Oh, were you looking forward to this?” He chuckles deeply, “Of course you were. My pretty little slut loves it when I show her who she belongs to and where her place is.” 
“Yes, sir.” You nod your head and raise your hips toward him as he climbs in between your legs.
“Oh, do you want me to touch you?” 
“Please touch me.” You ask, waiting for his touch. 
He chuckles deeply again before pulling his knife from his pocket. You back up a little before his hand comes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. 
“Don’t run away from me, sweetheart. You just asked me to touch you.” His smirk says it all. “Do you remember your safeword?” He asks in your ear. 
“Yes. Cherries.” You giggle a little at the word and how significant it’s made itself today.
“That’s my good girl.” He says as he places the knife down on the nightstand next to your head. “Sit up.” 
You sit up quickly and wait for your next instruction. You don’t always have such an intense dynamic, but you both need intense when you’ve been apart for a while. 
“Over my knee.” You shiver at his words, but do as you are told. He lifts the skirt of your dress and rubs over the smooth skin of your ass. 
“How many do you think you deserve, darling?” He says to you as he runs his finger over the lacy fabric of your underwear. 
“I don’t know, sir.” You say to him while you try to grind your hips into his legs. He lays a smack on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling. 
“I think ten is fair. Two for thinking of me while I was gone, four for wearing this slutty little dress, two for teasing me at dinner, and two for grinding yourself against my leg.” You shiver again and nod your head in response. He lifts your chin and gets down in front of your face. 
“Words.” He whispers and bites your lip. 
“Yes, sir.” You bow your head as he lets go. His fingers travel downward until he reaches the soaking spot in the center of your underwear and presses in. 
“Oh, your pretty hole is so wet for me. I can’t wait to use you.” You whine as he retracts his hand. 
“Don’t make a sound or I start over. Got it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as he speaks to you. 
“Yes, sir.” 
He lays the first smack and your body jumps in response. You feel your hole squeeze the nothingness. You know you’re in for it, and you just hope that he’ll have mercy on you and touch you soon. 
“Nine more.” You breathe in slowly, preparing yourself for nine more. 
Smack. You just want him to touch you. 
Smack. You’re getting desperate. 
Smack. Soon, you’re going to start begging. 
Smack. You don’t know if you can handle more.
Smack. It feels so good, but it hurts. 
Smack. Almost there. 
Smack. You’re going to come. 
“I know I don’t feel you grinding on my leg, do I sweetheart?” He chuckles before laying two smacks back to back. You let out a sound that is a cross between a moan and a cry. 
“Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about making sounds?” He asks you gently. 
“We- would have to start over.” You whine. “Please Dean, don’t make me.” You beg. 
“What did you just call me?” His hand wraps itself around the back of your neck and pulls you toward him.
“I’m sorry, sir.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He looks back at you with pure satisfaction. You can feel his cock that's been growing beneath you this whole time twitch at the sight of you. 
“Two more.” He says, and he means it. You groan lightly, and you hear his light laugh at you. 
One. It stings, but he was more gentle than before. 
Two. That one is going to leave a mark. 
“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.” 
“Good girl. Sit up.” He helps you forward and reaches beneath the bed. He grabs two pieces of rope that you don’t remember putting there. He smiles mischievously when he sees your confusion and scoots you up the bed. “Arms.” 
You put your arms up and he ties each arm to the holes in the headboard. That is not what you were expecting, but you aren’t complaining. That is, until he rips your dress off of your body straight down the middle. 
“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.” 
“Dean! That dress was new.” You look at him with shock. 
“Well, I hope it wasn’t expensive.” He smirks a bit before dragging your underwear down your legs. 
“Please.” You push your hips up to him. 
“Please what?” He asks, his breath grazing over your slick cunt. 
“Please touch me.” You ask. 
“My pathetic little slut wants me to touch her pretty cunt? You want me to lick your pretty clit?” He spreads you apart until you’re completely exposed to him and glistening in the dim bunker light. 
“Yes, sir.” 
And that’s when he takes his change to shove his tongue deep inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, occasionally slipping his tongue out of your hole and circling around your clit. You can feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. His scruff scratches the inside of your thighs, and you just want to tangle your fingers in his hair. He flicks your clit quickly and shoves a finger inside of you. 
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asks as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue feels so good as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. He moves in quick circles. Every now and then, he sucks your clit into his mouth. He slows his fingers and fucks you slow and hard. You like it like this, feeling every bit of him. His fingers curl up inside you to rub on that spot. 
“Fuck.” You can’t help the sounds that come from your chest. 
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. See, this is what good girls get when they behave.” He taunts you, moving his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your sensitive nipples. 
You start riding his fingers harder, chasing the orgasm that his fingers are promising you. You close your eyes in pleasure. 
“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me when you come.” He says, watching your every emotion. He switches out his fingers for his thick cock. He rubs the tip against your sensitive clit and has you whining for it. He pushes into you slowly, but that’s the only time he’s slow about it. He rams into you and fucks you hard. He is relentless and merciless. 
“That’s it, pretty girl, only I can make you make those sounds.” He whispers in your ear. Your arms pull against the ropes, but you’re unsuccessful at breaking them. You buck your hips toward him as you chase your orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit, and you feel it coming on. 
“Come for me.” He whispers in your ear as you let loose the orgasm that's been building inside of you. Your legs shake a bit and your back arches off of the bed. 
“Good girl.” He says as he slips his cock out and pumps it a few more times before rolling his head back and letting out a groan as he comes on your stomach. You love watching him come at the sight of you. 
He reaches forward to the nightstand next to you and grabs the knife. You look at him with confusion until he leans forward to your wrist. You realize he’s going to cut you out of the rope. You hear a scratching noise and attempt to look above you, but you can’t see. Suddenly, he cuts both of the ropes and lets your arms free. You rub your wrists and turn to see what he was doing. On your headboard, there is freshly engraved statement: 
Property of D.W. 
“Carve your name into my bedpost.”  
You put on a shirt of his and snuggle into your bed with him. He cuts the lights out, and as you’re drifting off to sleep, you swear you hear him singing Dress by Taylor Swift. 
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It was always you~ Dean Winchester imagine
Warmings// angst, fluff and a lot a smut
Word count// 3788
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You had been hunting with Sam and Dean for 8 months now, you met when you accidentally started working the same hunt as them in Rockford Illinois, you bumped into the boys and the two teenagers and the three of you worked together to solve the case, after you had sustained a head injury when Sam was being manipulated to hit you with a steel pipe the winchesters took you back to their motel room to keep and eye over you incase you had a concussion, the next day you were hoping in the back of the impala deciding to take Sam up on his offer of coming with them because 'huntings not safe, especially alone'
In the 8 months of hunting with the boys you had grown quite close to Sam you even felt yourself falling for him, how could you not he was tall, really sweet and you had seen him without a shirt so that shot your sexual attraction sky high, every day you and Sam would get up and go get coffee and breakfast for the three of you, you would even sit and do research together all day while Dean went and spoke to the victims family or law enforcement. You used to have a crush on dean but he never seemed to want to be around you alone much, always making excuses to leave so you guessed he didn't like you much and just kept you around cause you were a good asset for hunts. You decided to ignore the feeling you had for the older Winchester by spending time with Sam and eventually you started to have feelings for Sam. Every time you and Sam would accidentally brush against each others hands there was a lingering feeling almost like he was going to hold your hand or there were times when you guys were in the motel after a long night you and Sam would fall asleep on the bed watching a movie you would always wake up with his big muscled arms pulling you close to his chest, a lot of the things you and Sam did together made you feel like there was a chance sam would like you back
Dean would always tell you to tell him like right now while you and Dean were waiting for Sam to come back with burgers he was trying to get you to talk to his brother "Y/N come on you gotta just talk to him, ask him to go a freaking movie or something" Dean said sitting at the motels dingy table and chair set up, you sighed knowing this was always going to be a long wait for food "Dean I can't do that and you know I can't, do you have any idea how embarrassing it would be to be told he doesn't like me back, I could never look him in the eye again" it was deans turn to sigh looking you up and down "sweetheart your not giving yourself enough credit, your smart, your always ready to kick monster ass and to top it off your hot!" You were pretty stunned at this Dean doesn't usually compliment you like this he usually just stuck to the basics 'tell him' or 'Sam's an oblivious idiot just tell him and you guys can bang'
"I-" you were about the reply when Sam walked in, a big smile plastered on his face he sat the bag down on the wobbly table, not saying a word before moving to go back out of the room "wow hold your horses Sammy, where you going" Dean said pulling two burgers and two bags of fries out of the take out bag Sam stopped turning to his brother and you "I got a date with a girl at the fast food place, we were talking in line, she's a writer, her names Caroline" your heart stopped, Sam had a date? Dean was shocked, and then he was angry "the hell you mean you got a date?" Sam was confused "it's not rocket science Dean I found her attractive and she seems interesting so I asked her out to the bar" Sam said crossing his arms
Dean stood from the chair walking closer to sam "alright let's talk outside" Dean said opening the motel room door, Sam rolled his eyes following dean out the room slightly slamming the door behind him, sam had a date, wow how could you be so fucking stupid! Of course he has a date with someone else, why would he ever go for someone like you, you felt tears running down you face so you wiped your hand across your cheeks attempting to dry them, you got up to go to the bathroom to fix yourself up before Dean came back in the room
You had finally made yourself look presentable when you heard yelling coming from outside, curiosity got the best of you as you moved to open the motel door, you looked out and saw Sam and Dean arguing at baby "what the hell is wrong with you Sam! You said you liked her so I backed off, and then when she likes you back and you fucking know she does you go mess her around like this" hold on dean back off? Did Dean like you? "I don't dare what you think dean, it was a crush, I got over it and now I've met someone who I think I actually really like and want to pursue, and if more does come from this date then I can stop spending pity time with Y/N" Sam yelled his face going red "you know what Sam your a fucking dick that girl upstairs deserves better than this crap, give me the keys, you want to go on your damn date so bad, walk" Dean said sticking his hand out to which Sam handed him the keys he immediately walked away in the direction of the bar
You couldn't stop crying, you were feeling so many emotions first you were upset and embarrassed , the guy you considered your best friends was spending what he called "pity time" with you, so not only did he not like you back he was only portraying he did out of pity because he knew you liked him but you were also confused... Dean backed off, what did Sam mean by that. You didn't have much time to think about it as the door opened and dean walked in tossing the keys to the impala on the the table he hadn't caught you crying on the bed yet but it didn't take him long till he caught you eyes, his hardened gaze softened and he moved to sit next to you on the bed, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to his chest in a hug "I'm sorry sweetheart, Sam's a dick you deserve better than that crap" Dean said before he kissed the top of your head
You pulled away from the big a moment later wiping your face from dried tears "it's not that Dean.. well it is but like only a little" Dean looked confused as he loved your hair away from your face "what you mean sweetheart" sighing you took a deep breathe "what did you mean you backed off?" Deans eyes widened as he tried to look away stuttering "i- uh.. I have no idea what your talking about" Dean said moving to stand from the bed you grabbed his arm forcing him back into a sitting position "okay your hiding something from me now spill it Winchester" dean didn't speak for a second trying to think of something to say "look it's nothing just forget about it" he tried to brush it off but you weren't having any of it
"Dean why were you so pissed at Sam tonight?" You asked trying to get something out of him "because... he tried to take baby" Dean seemed confident with his answer thought ok the spot you rolled your eyes "I'm not an idiot Dean.. just talk to me" you begged and dean sighed looking around the room for an escape, his eyes lit up when he found one, the unopened food "you know what I'm starving that's craps' probably freezing I'll go get us something else to eat" Dean said rushing to his feet and to the motel door, you stood up starting to get mad with the avoiding "Dean Winchester sit your ass down!" She said firm enough that dean stopped frozen in spot
Dean let out a shaky breath turning to face you, he moved back to sit on the bed pulling her down too "look sweetheart there's some things that should stay unsaid" Dean said holding your small hand hand his "I think I should decide that for myself Dean" you said softly just wanting the truth, Dean sighed deeply knowing he wasn't winning this "alright fine, remember sam asked you to come with us after the Rockford hunt?" You nodded confused why Dean was bringing this up, did he want you to leave? "I told Sam to ask you because I knew if we let you head off yourself we'd be sending you to a fast death, we could barley take some monsters down the two of us so i as terrified of the idea of you doing it alone" Dean was looking right into your eyes as he said that, your eyes tearing up again, this time for a different reason
"When you said you'd come I was so thankful cause I knew you would be safer, I would lay myself on the line of fire if I knew it would keep you safe, I started getting these feelings for you, they were more than just thinking you were beautiful, every little thing you did made me smile, even the things you would do for me, you know my coffee order off the top of your head, you never let Sam bring me healthy crap you always got what you knew I'd like, you never let me stay awake alone while driving even if it was for hours and sam was out cold you would play games to keep the drive fun, well as fun as driving to hunts can be" you had tears running down your face at deans confession "Dean that's so-"
Dean cut you off "there's more, when we were in Chicago I was gonna ask you out but i wanted to talk to sam first see what he thought and he told me he liked you so I decided to back off, then I saw you guys getting closer and yeah it killed me then I figured out you liked sam back so I told him to ask you out but he wasn't sure he kept telling me he wanted to wait, so then I tried getting you to ask Sammy out which didn't work either and it was killing me seeing you have heart eyes for my brother when I just wanted to be the one you were giving those eyes too, but I knew Sammy liked you so I didn't do anything, then tonight when he can in here.. that was my breaking point so I took him outside to talk"
Dean voice broke on the last sentence and he took a deep shaky breath, you were frozen, you had so many feelings rushing through you, Dean was staring at you, silently begging you to say something "Dean I-.. I don't know what to say" you croaked out, Dean nodded his head sadly moving to get up just wanting to be alone, you didn't let him get far before you grabbed his arm pulling him back down to you, he turned to ask what was going on but you grabbed his face pulling him closer to you, you leaned in pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss
Dean kissed back wrapping his arms around you waist pulling you closer to him, the kiss grew heated as you nipped at deans bottom lip pulling a groan from him, you took advantage of the fact deans mouth was open, slipping your tongue in you wrapped your arms around his neck and deans hands moved to pull you on his lap his hands running down to your ass pulling you close to him, you grinder your hips down to his feeling the hardness in his jeans press deliciously to your clit, you let out a small moan loving your kisses to deans neck leaving small kisses down the way to under his jaw where you sucked a red mark into the tan skin dean kicked his shoes off getting lost in the feeling of your lips on his neck
"wait Y/N" Dean said and you stopped looking into Dean's eyes "Dean, I have feelings for you too, I thought u didn't like me so I tried to spend more time with sam to distract myself with a friend and I guess I confused my feelings for you and loved them to Sam because I felt I could never be with you" you said smiling at him Dean seemed happy with that but he just wanted to be sure "I just I can't be a rebound I can't be second choice I don't think I can live with that" you smiled leaning in the give him a small kiss "you will never be second choice, you will always be my first choice I've liked you since I first met you Dean" that's all it took for Dean to flip you guys over so he was on top
Dean leaned in kissing you again, you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer so his pelvic bone was pressing against your entrance, moaning you moved to push his flannel off his shoulders, Dean took the hint and shrugged his flannel of his shoulders throwing it across the room, he pulled away from the sensual kiss to pull his shirt off leaving his chest bare before he was on you again sliding his tongue through your kiss swollen lips, you ran ur hands down his chest feeling his muscles tense as you made your way to his belt buckle undoing the clasp and throwing his belt away, you made quick work of undoing the zipper, Dean pulled his jeans down, his legs taking them off leaving him in his plain black boxers
Dean licked his lips looking down at you “what I’m the only one taking my clothes off” you smirked sitting up from the best pulling your shirt over your head leaving you in your red lace bra that your were so thankful was matching our panties, Dean smirked leaning forward kissing down your neck down to your full chest his hands running up your sides leaving goosebumps in their trail to your back unhooking your bra, Dean pulled it off your chest painfully slow his mouth watering at the sight of your bare perky breasts
Dean was on you once again, taking your breast into his mouth, his lisp wrapping around your nipple as he gently sucked, you moaned Deans name loudly your hand coming to the back of deans head pressing him closer to your chest, his other hand grasping your other breast making sure to switch sides giving each breast equal attention “oh god Dean that feels so good” Dean smirked against your chest kissing his way back to her lips giving you a quick kiss as he undid the zip on your jeans pulling them off, once you was left in her red panties Dean moved down your body sucking marks into your skin on the way down,
Once dean was face to face with your clothed pussy he gently pulled your panties down her legs tossing them to the ground with the rest of their clothes, once you were completely bare dean liked a slow stripe up your pussy making you moan loudly running your fingers through his short spiked hair “god your so wet baby” Dean said diving back in for more, he started sucking her clit into his mouth slowly, Dean brought his hand up to your entrance as he slowly inserted his finger inside you trusting it at a slow pace as he confided to lick and suck your clit into his warm wet mouth
“More please, I need more” you begged gently rolling your hips along with deans movements “oh you need more baby? You got it” Dean insetted another finger to stretch you out as he began to pick his pace up trusting his long thick fingers inside your pussy even faster than before, his fingers curling inside you so they hit that spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head , he flicked his tongue on your clit continuing to eat her pussy out as he fingered your G spot over and over again “oh I’m gonna come!” You screamed in ecstasy wrapping you legs around deans head keeping him there as your orgasm ran through you, screaming deans name he didn’t stop till your legs were shaking
Pushing deans head gently away from you, you say up as dean moved up you body again he moved to grab a condom from he’s jeans pocket on the ground, you were moved to your knees a so you guys were facing his covered cock, you hooked your fingers around the hem of his boxers pulling them down enough to let his big thick cold spring free, you smiled at the sight as you gently took his member into your hand making dean shudder at the feeling, you spread the pre cum coming out around the head of his cock as you began the gently move your hand up and down his big cock teasing him slightly before you stared sucking his top into your mouth, you took more of his penis into your mouth inch by inch, Dean groaned his hand grabbing your hair pulling it into a make shift pony tail
You started to bob your head up and down with deans help as your hands taking place either side of his hips so you could keep your balance, you confused what you sewers doing, Dean groaning, however before he could finish he was gently pulling you away, confused you looked up “you didn’t finish” Dean was kicking off his boxers all the way, he turned back to you grabbing the condom he was going for before, ripping the package open with his teeth he rolled the latex down his length “I want to finish inside you this time gorgeous” you smiled laying back down on the bed spreading your legs so Dean can get between them once more “you already planning next time Winchester?” You joked
he smirked as he positioned his cock to line up with your entrance “oh sweetheart I plan do this with you for as a long as you’ll have me” Dean smiled “you ready sweetheart?” You smiled nodding “I’ve never felt more ready for anything in my life” Dean smirked pushing his think cock inside your pussy, moaning as you felt the pain of the stretch as dean bottomed out “you okay beautiful?” Dean asked not moving as he waited for you to adjust to his size “I’m good baby you can move” you told Dean in a shaky moan, wrapping your legs around deans hips as deans hands grabbed your waist, he started to trust into you at a slow but penetrating pace
“Oh god faster please” you begged pulling deans lips to yours for a heated kiss, Dean smirked against your lips as he started to slam his hips against yours plowing into your G spot continuously, you pulled away from the kiss, your head slammed back against the pillows screaming in ecstasy, Dean groaned grabbing your legs moving them to his shoulders, allowing dean to fuck you in a whole new angle, “oh my fucking god Y/N you feel so good” dena groaned one his hands moving down to rub your clit, that was all you needed to send you over the edge, screaming as you came all over deans cock, clenching your tight pussy around his thick shaft, Dean cursed as he came in spurts inside the condom, continuing to thrust inside you to ride out both your highs
Dean eventually stilled inside you as you both took deep breathes to calm yourselves down, Dean gently pulled out of you making you wince at the loss of feeling, dean slipped out of the bed as he tied the condom up, tossing it in the trash, he leaned down to give you a quick kiss before pulling his boxers on and grabbing a towel to help clean you up, he tossed you his shirt to pull over you, slipping back into the bed under the covers beside you, Dean pulled you into his side your head resting on his bars chest, your arm around his waist and legs tangling with his, dean kissed the top of your head “you wanna let me take you out for a real dinner tomorrow sweetheart?” Dean asked, you looked up smiling at him “I would love to Dean”
You and Dean sat for the next few hours just talking, laughing about how you guys are hide idiots for not getting together months ago, you both eventually fell asleep wrapped in each others right embrace, it wasn’t until 12am Sam came into the motel room silently “hey I’m ba-” he stopped in his tracks as he saw you both passed out on the bed cuddled together clearly after having sex judging by the clothes thrown everywhere, including you red lace bra that now hung on the chandelier, Sam sighed locking the motel door and getting into his own motel bed, Sam lied earlier, he did have feelings for you, but he couldn’t go through another heartbreak, especially when he was still hung hom over Jess, it wouldn’t be fair to you,
Sam knew how Dean felt for you and he knew you guys deserved to be happy, especially together so he made up the girl at the restaurant, instead he spent the night at the bar drinking away his feelings, maybe some time in the future he’d be ready for another relationship with a women, but tonight was not that, he was happy you and Dean were together now, he wants nothing more than the both of you to be happy, have that life together maybe get married and pop out a few kids, that’s what he wanted with Jess before Azazel took that away from him.
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Hi sorry to ask at a bad time but can I please get a smiling critters smut about all the smiling critters x Player!Reader and they say that they all love the reader?
“I love you the most!”
Relationship(s) : smiling critters x player!reader
Warning(s): smutt
you had been working at Playtime co. for almost 8 months when suddenly assigned to Playcare after your twenty-second birthday. you were abit disappointed since you had liked where you had been. your new uniform was.. wait, uniform? why did you have to be in uniform? whatever, your uniform was (your favorite color) and you got to choose who’s scent, you’d wear each day. personally, you wore vanilla a lot. it calmed you and it reminded you of Dogday. he was the first critter to approach.
He was slow and gentle with you. you fell for him first, and he fell even harder. he kissed you deeply while making sure his hands didn’t go north. but.. you wanted his hands to go north. he had ended pulling you on the ground with him, the other critters jealously watching.
He fucked into you gently as he kissed against your shoulders. your eyes opened to find the other critters around you, some touching their pussies, the others jacking off. you were such an erotic sight, your nipples hard, your mouth letting out drool, tears running down your face, and your cunt sounding like an ocean. you whimpered as you watched them all watch you. Dogday made you look at him, starting to fuck into you ruthlessly, spilling his seed at each rough manhandle.
Bobby Bearhug was the next critter to play with your cunt. she kissed you, her tongue wrapping with yours. the kiss hot, slow, and leaving you so so antsy. you let out a mewl as she kissed down your neck and then went to your tits. Bobby sucked your nipples, as her eyes looked up for approval from you. you let out a moan as you nodded. she then let go with a ‘pop!’ and trailed down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your heat. she kissed against your thighs and licked against your slit. your hole convulsed around nothing so she thrusted her tongue inside, licking up every drop of slick you let out.
Hoppy Hopscotch had found a strap. It was clean , of course. she smirked down at you as she grabbed your thighs and put them up. she teased your cunt, rubbing the tip over your wet slit. “oh, bunny, want me to make it go away?” She asked as she thrusted the whole cock inside. she smirked as she watched you moan and grip on her fur. she moved her hips harshly, as she watched your face contort into something of pure and utter pleasure. your cunt spasmed around the toy as your tits bounced on your chest. hoppy leaned down and kissed you, hers unlike the others. she was sweet and soft, fucking into your lil tight cunnie like you were made to take her.
Picky piggy had laid down on the ground. she watched, impatiently, as bubba bubbaphant and kickinchicken picked you up and sat you on her face. almost immediately, she started eating you. you could help but clench your thighs around her head and start bucking your hips in your mouth. her tongue licked and sucked on your clit , making sure to pay extra attention to your abused clit. she gripped onto your thighs, making you sit on her fucking face as her tongue squelched when it went into your drenched hole. the moan that escaped you was unruly and loud as you climaxed on her face, her picking up speed to not waste a single drop of your essence.
CraftyCorn was abit shy as she had laid you on the ground. she looked at everyone else in the room before Bobby nodded her head at her, letting her know it’s okay. Crafty looked at you and kissed you soft. she didn’t wanna overstimulate you so she laid behind you and put her hove on your clit and rubbed figure eights on it. you moaned and bucked into her hand as you could feel yourself getting closer.
Kickin’ wasted no time in pushing moving crafty since he could tell you were getting close. he quickly but carefully put you on his shaft, sliding right in from how wet you’d been. bubba bubbaphant had began kissing against your neck as kickin fucked you. “fuck, k-kickin’!” You moaned out as he hit your g-spot. he nodded in understanding and kept his hips pistoned on that spot , making you cry out in overstimulation as you came once more.
Catnap was sweet. he used his tail to pick you up and slowly but surely, lowered you on his lengthy cock. you gasped as you felt the little bulge in your stomach grow. he gave you a moment to get used to him, kissing your shoulder blades and his hands on the small of your back, slowly going down to your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. you let out little moans as he played with your ass and moved his cock every now and then. after awhile, you began to get all hot and bothered so you began to bounce yourself. he smirked as he leaned back, letting you claim your mark. you kept bouncing faster and faster as his cock hit places unimaginable. your soft insides squeezing his cock like a vice, he grunted as his hands landed on your hips and paced you to his likings. hard, fast, and oh so deep. before you knew it , you had squirted all over him and his cock.
you soon woke up in a pile of soft fur. they all collectively agreed that they all loved you so why not just all have you? you let out a soft sigh and cuddles into Hoppy and she blushed before holding you. Kickin got abit jealous and laid on your leg. they all looked at eachother as they noticed you falling asleep again.
“I love you the most, y/n.”
then they all began to argue and you weren’t getting anyyy sleep that night.
A/N: I’m sorry this came out so late and I’m sorry it’s not that good, im trying to work on my nsfw writing but it’s hard for me to go in major detailll. I do hope this satisfies you though, love. more requests coming soon.
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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part One
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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader
[wordcount]: 3.1k+
[summary]: after overhearing a conversation that could be detrimental to the future of samcro, the club has voted that you have to die. fortunately for you, jax has to complete the kill.
[cw]: 18+, female reader(y/n), swearing, mentions of murder throughout, knives, smut, cliff hanger, possible grammar/spelling errors, generally following the show but slightly AU
[authors note]: so this one shot turned into something more and will be getting a part two as i'm not done with this scenario. i realised during this just how hard it is for me to write in a way where i don’t want jax to come tape me up and murder me... so sometimes the reader (y/n) makes some really questionable decisions, simply because i would let this man get away with anything. i hope you enjoy it :)
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“We really talking about offing a chick right now?” Juice stared at his fellow members with wide eyes.
“She heard everything, Juice.” Even though he was whispering, Tig’s panic was loud and clear. “You wanna be the one to risk prison time over some waitress in a diner?”
Jax slammed his hand on the table, “We. Don’t. Kill. Women.” 
Bobby looked around at the eyes now peering towards their table before shaking his head at Jax in disapproval, “We also don’t talk about club business outside of Chapel, for this exact reason.”
Tig doubled down now he knew Bobby agreed. “She heard too much. I saw it in her eyes, Jax. I can handle the hit. I’ll follow her out back, it’ll look like she was mugged. No witnesses. No trace.” 
“Do you hear yourself right now brother? We don’t even know if she heard-” Juice stopped abruptly as he saw you walking over to their table, bill in hand. You smiled at the blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bench, avoiding the 5 other guys glaring at you. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with today?” He grinned back at you, taking the bill from your hand, “I think we’re all done here.” He placed three twenty dollar bills inside the wallet, a very generous tip, before handing it back to you. “Thanks for stopping by, boys. Get home safe.” 
“You too, darlin.’”
Jax watched you walk away, making sure you were out of range before addressing the other members. “See? She heard nothing. That ain’t no witness that’s going to talk to feds. She’s not even spooked.”
Tig scoffed and Bobby lowered his eyes at Jax, “Maybe we should take a vote, Pres.?”
Jax was really pissed now, even contemplating killing a woman made his blood boil. But Bobby was his VP, and he was right, this wasn’t a decision he could make himself. Jax let out a large exhale, glancing at you as you cleaned the last remaining tables. He leaned into the table, “Fine, we vote. All in favor of murdering the poor innocent diner chick. I’ll start. Nay.”
He was the only one who voted so. Juice had almost sided with him, but everything Tig had said persuaded him to change his vote. Tig had panicked the rest of the members into actually killing a woman. Jax was outnumbered, and there was nothing more he could do. While you were finishing your night shift, the Sons of Anarchy had just sentenced you to die. 
Jax had managed to get Tig to back off, reluctantly agreeing to let him carry out the hit instead. He figured at least he could kill you quickly, saving you from Tig’s twisted methods. The other members had left, leaving him the only 4 seater vehicle they had brought out that evening. Although you didn’t know it, Jax was waiting for you across the parking lot, leaning against the hood of Piney’s car, cigarette in hand. You shut the door to the diner behind you, fumbling with your purse to find your car keys. You were too preoccupied with the broken zipper on your bag to realise the same blonde haired man from earlier was still there, and approaching you. 
“Lost somethin’ darlin’?” 
“Shit-”, his voice startled you, causing you to drop your purse and everything in it across the lot. 
“Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He helped as you collected the strung out items across the tarmac. “You didn’t mean to scare a girl leaving work on her own in the pitch black at this time of night?” You snapped at him as you searched for your belongings along some hedges. Jax handed you a tube of lipstick and your reading glasses, that had somehow survived the fall. 
“I guess I didn’t think that one through. Sorry about that.” He stood up, extending a hand to help you. You barely acknowledged as he spoke, ignoring his hand, as you were desperately scanning the floor. 
“Well you’re gonna be really sorry. You have to drive me home. My keys aren’t here..” 
 “Fuck- you cant find them?” He dropped to his knees again, searching the ground with you. You could barely see in the carpark, you had no chance of finding them until daylight. 
“No, they’re gone. What the fuck am I gonna do now?” 
Jax stood up, pacing the length of the car park still searching for your keys. “They gotta be here somewhere.”
“This is useless. Can you just take me home?” 
Jax smiled, “least I can do darlin’.” He extended a hand to help you up from the ground again, but this time, you took it. 
He started walking towards his car, holding a pack of cigarettes out at you. You didn’t smoke, but you also didn’t usually get into cars with strangers, either. You weren’t sure what had come over you, and you felt wary about the whole thing, but you didn’t have many options left with no car keys, and he seemed nice enough. You followed him to the car, taking a cigarette from the pack and holding it up to your mouth as he lit it for you. “I don’t even know your name and I’m about to get in a car with you.” He chuckled. “Names Jax Teller. And I can assure you, I’m a normal guy, just ignore the kutte.”
“Okay then.. Jax. You gonna tell me why a normal guy such as yourself is waiting for a girl outside her place of work at almost midnight?” 
He held the car door open for you with a reassuring smile, “I’ll explain on the way home.” 
You looked at him through narrowed eyes, “you better get me home in one piece.” You got in the car, flicking the half smoked cigarette on the floor as Jax shut the door behind you. 
The inside of the SUV was a mess, the dash covered in raunchy magazines and parking fines. It was hard to think about anything other than the stench of dry oil and stale cigarettes. Jax began to drive, and you directed him on the way to your house, although you got the feeling he didn’t need your help anyway. 
“I can get one of the guys to come change the locks on your car tomorrow morning. Get you a new set of keys.”
“That’d be great. You guys locksmith’s or something?” 
Jax grinned, one hand on the steering wheel, glancing between you and the road as he drove. “Something like that. We run an auto repair shop out in Charming.”
“Oh. So is this your thing?” 
Jax looks at you puzzled, “my thing?”
“Getting girls keys lost so you have to give them a ride home?” Jax shook his head, amused by your assumption. “You’re actually the first.” 
Watching him while he drove gave you the chance to study him in fine detail. You’d noticed his good looks earlier at the diner, but now you could see Jax looked like he belonged in a hollywood movie. He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other on the gear stick, his fingers draped in silver rings. His beard was coated in a layer of stubble, with long shaggy blonde hair that tucked behind his ears. He was undeniably attractive. If anyone was going to lose your car keys, forcing you to drive with them for a ride home, you were glad it was him. 
He turned on your drive slowly before parking, reaching into the glove box adjacent to you. He searched the compartment, and a load of CD’s fell to your feet. “Shit sorry. There’s no pens in here. You got anything in that bag you can use to write your number down? You know, for the keys.” 
“I could grab a pen from inside.” 
Jax nodded in response, “I’ll walk you to your door.” 
Before you had the chance to say anything, Jax was out of the car and making his way to the passenger side door to open it for you. It was all a little surreal, you’d only met him a few hours before, yet he had shown you more courtesy than any man you’d previously encountered. 
You walked with him to the front porch, then searching under the mat for the spare house key. You thought to yourself how you’d have to find a new hiding spot for it tomorrow. You unlocked the front door. As you walked in, switching the lights on as you entered the kitchen, you knew Jax was standing at the door, patiently waiting. You hesitated for a second, debating on the idea of having this random stranger enter your house. On one hand, you knew it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. On the other, he was charming, respectful and like nobody else you’d ever met before. And you knew that after tonight, you’d probably never see him again. “You can come in if you want, I’ll just be a sec’.”
Jax stepped through the doorway, looking around as he followed you to the kitchen, “nice place you got here.” You searched the ‘drawer of everything’ in the kitchen to find an old receipt and pen. “It was my best friend’s house before she went back to Washington. She’s letting me stay here while I save for my own place. I get cheap rent, she gets a free house sitter.” Jax was standing behind you, making you overtly aware of how close he was. “Y/N.” He was reading from the receipt over your shoulder as you wrote down the number to your home phone. “I never did catch your name at the diner. It’s pretty.” You handed him the crumpled up paper, and he placed it in his pocket. 
“And you never answered my question.” You turned to face him as you spoke, to find the beautiful blonde stranger holding a large blade against your stomach. “Living room. Now.” 
You froze in fear, unable to move. You realised you’d made a huge mistake. You had known the risk of letting him in. You knew better. And now it was too late. You pushed through the lump in your throat to get words out, “Just take what you want and leave. It’s all yours.” “I don’t want your shit, y/n. Walk. Now.” You did as he said, walking slowly towards the living room, feeling the cold blade now pressed against your back. “What do you want?” He pulled your arm back with his free hand, stopping you in the living room. He gestured toward the armchair that sat between the TV and couch. “Sit down.” 
“What are you doing, Jax?” You didn’t want to sit, you wanted to run. You wanted to buy yourself some time. 
“I said sit down!” Jax’s voice cracked as he yelled at you. Hearing him yell sent a shiver down your spine, and you snapped into the chair in front of him immediately. You could see his face now. His eyes were vacant, completely shifted from the warm, courteous man you’d thought he was when he entered your home. It seemed he’d grown 10 feet taller now, towering over you while you sat frozen and vulnerable in the chair beneath him. He brought himself down to your level, with the knife now at your side, the blade touching your arm. 
“You wanted an answer to your question?” 
You nodded. 
“I waited for you because I have to kill you.” 
“To kill me?” Nothing was making any sense. “To kill me..” You repeated, looking straight into his eyes, “but you don’t even know me.” Jax placed the knife into the sheath, and back onto his belt pocket before pulling a roll of duct tape from his kutte. You recognised the tape from the drawer you had searched earlier, but that couldn’t be possible, you told yourself. You never saw him take it. 
“You heard some stuff tonight that could ruin lives. And there’s a group of outlaws that want you dead now because of it.” 
His words rang in your ears like sirens, putting all your senses into override. You couldn’t catch your breath before Jax was binding your hands together in front of you so tightly you could see the skin pulling under the tape. “And you want me dead too?” 
Jax paused to look at you, matching your eyes, before looking down, continuing to tape your hands. “Doesn’t matter what I want.” 
Nothing made sense. You hadn’t heard anything they talked about. He had totally got the wrong idea, and if you could just explain it, he could understand. 
“Jax, please listen to me. I didn’t hear anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” 
He closed his eyes as you pleaded with him, “Stop. Talking.” 
You pulled your wrists up, trying to touch him with your fingertips, as if that could reach the kind part of him you thought you had seen. Your bound hands pulled at his shirt as you begged. 
“I didn’t hear a thing! If I heard some fucked up shit why would I get in a car with you? Why the fuck would I let you in my house!” You felt faint, your ears beginning to ring as adrenalin circulated your veins. He tried to ignore you, and started to tape your legs. You wanted to think straight, to talk sense into him, but your eyes began to fill with water, tears unwillingly streaming down your cheek. “I didn’t hear anything,” you sobbed, “I’m not lying to you.”
Jax dropped the roll of tape on the floor. His hands covered his face as he rubbed his eyes, the words “jesus christ”, muttered through his teeth. Suddenly he stood up, pacing to the kitchen. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the flicking of a lighter. You sat there, bound by tape, in silence, afraid if you said anymore he would come back to finish you off. 
Some time had passed. Jax had paced the kitchen before venturing into your bedroom. You’d spent the last few hours weighing your options. You could try to run, but you wouldn’t get anywhere with your hands and legs bound together. If you could get to the phone in the kitchen you could call the cops, but he’d see you before you could even dial the numbers. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, trying to think of anything that may save you. Your planning was halted when you heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. Jax lowered himself down to you, pulling the knife from the sheath. He pointed it towards you, and you braced yourself, knowing any plan you could make was too late. You closed your eyes, awaiting your fate, when you heard the sound of tape ripping and your hands were released from the bind. You didn’t move a muscle. Jax’s eyes smoldered. “I’m not going to kill you.”
You pulled the tape from your wrists, stinging as you peeled back the residue from your skin. “You’re not?” “I can’t kill a woman. And even if I could, I can’t kill you.” He cut the tape binding your feet. You gulped, still sat in the chair as if the tape had never been cut in the first place. You could run now, you should run now, but you didn’t want to. 
“What about the outlaws?” your voice was almost a whisper. 
“I’ll handle them.” You watched as he began to walk towards the front door. “I’m really sorry for all of this, y/n. I just couldn’t do it.” His face was full of shame, his voice clouded in regret.
You didn’t have time to contemplate before you yelled, “wait!”
Jax stopped in the kitchen, “What?” 
“You can’t just go.” You leaned into your knees to stand from the chair, legs stiff from being in the same position all night. As you stood you stretched your legs creating instant relief as you walked towards him. Your mind yearned for the same relief your body had, but now you were just really fucking angry. “You bring me here, tell me I’m going to die, tape me up and then decide you’re not going to murder me anymore. Now you want to just leave? And pretend this never happened?” 
“I can’t stay.” He sounded guilty, and his lack of eye contact was further proof of this. 
“Why the hell not?”  You were standing arms length apart, looking up at the man who was tasked with your murder, yet now you were pleading with him to stay. “What are you even talking about, Jax?” You tried to step closer to him, but he inched back. 
“If I’m not killing you, I need to stop whoever is going to instead.” 
You didn’t respond, as you were still trying to understand why you needed to be saved at all. 
Jax softened, “I know you’re confused but this is the only way I can keep you safe.” 
“To keep me safe from you.” 
He took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands. His blue eyes had melted, any anxiety he had been wrestling with tonight had passed.
After everything that had happened, somehow, here, in this man’s presence, you felt safe. You now knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He held you there in his hands, searching your face, looking for a different way out. Something in that moment shifted, the air around you moved as if it were wrapping you in string, tying you to Jax, bringing you closer together. He leaned into you, kissing you on the head, seemingly like the beginning of a goodbye. But he didn’t speak, and no goodbyes came. Instead he placed his forehead along yours, breathing you in along with whatever thoughts plagued his mind. You didn’t understand how or why this was happening, and you got the idea that Jax didn’t know either. Before you could make sense of it, he took you into his hands and kissed you. He pulled your face tight to his, securing you to him by the grip his fingers had through your hair. The tension between you was palpable, every movement of his tongue against yours was fierce and urgent.
His hands released and lowered to your waist, pushing you into the open island in your kitchen as you stumbled backwards on your feet. The cold countertop was pressing against the back of your jeans, contrasted to the warmth of his mouth on yours, his hands now tugging at your waist band. 
He lifted his hand back to your face, feeling your lips beneath his thumb before sliding it down your neck. The corners of his mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed you. 
“I knew there was a reason I couldn’t kill you.”
His tongue lapped against yours, gentle and kind with every touch yet urgent with his hands on you. Groans fell from your throat in response.
You had feared this man all night, and now you were drunk from his lips, and utterly desperate for more.
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part two
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Needed you Pt 2 ~ Castiel’s version
-warnings// lots of smut, angst and fluff
Needed you pt 1
Castiel x reader ( slight dean x reader)
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It was the next morning and you woke up to the bed empty and cold, you let out a low sigh disappointed you didn't wake up to the handsome angel, you pulled the thin blanket to cover your chest, grabbing your phone you see a notification from Dean 
'Hey sweetheart, listen I'm really sorry for how much of an ass I was to you before leaving, I didn't mean any of it, I know that's no excuse, I think we should have a talk when Sammy and I come back, just us, I want to talk to you about some things.' 
This made your heart race, is Dean going to kick you out of the bunker? yeah sure he apologised but maybe he's only apologising because Sam made him? You let out a shaky breath as your anxiety got the best of you you replied with a quick okay and shut your phone off 
You wondered  if you should pray to Castiel and see where he is, before you can even say his name he's there "you called?" He asked standing at the edge of the bed staring at your nude form that's hid behind the flimsy motel sheet 
you bit your lip as your cheeks turned a red tint under the angles strong gaze "I was about too actually, what time did you leave" you asked pulling the sheet tighter to you, Castiel moved to sit next to you "six this morning there was trouble in heaven I had to see too" he said taking your small hand in his bigger one "I was worried you regretted what happened last night" you confessed 
Castiel shook his head "I would never regret being with you Y/N" Cas replied making you blush as you tried to hide your growing smile "I'd never regret being with you either Cas" you told him as you leaned over to grasp his lips gently in a kiss, he deepened the kiss as he held your jaw softly in his hand
The kiss soon grew heated as the angel slid his tongue in past your swollen lips as you let out a wordless moan, you felt him gently push you to lay back down on the bed and the sheet gently fell around your sides revealing your breasts to the cool air of the motel.
Castiel gently pulled away from the kiss making you whine and chase after his lips, you rushed to take off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, he  threw them to the ground revealing his toned chest, staring up at him with a sultry smile you dragged your fingers down his chest before undoing his belt buckle and zipper, you gently pulled his boxers down revealing his hard cock to you,
You gently wrapped your hand around his shaft and placed a small kiss to this tip making him let out a small groan, you slowly started to move your hand up and down his cock causing him to throw his head back and shut his eyes tight in pleasure "Y/N please" he begged making you smirk
You then took his hard cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began bobbing your head up and down in a slow and steady pace 
He wrapped big hand around your hair to encourage you to take him deeper down your throat causing you to gag slightly on his length "are you alright?" Cas asked worried, you gave him a thumbs up and got back to work with his cock,  milking him for everything the angel could possibly offer
"Y/N!" He moaned loudly as he came in hot spurts hot cum down your throat, you gently pulled away from him as you swallowed
The angel kicked his pants all the way off before laying you down on the bed, kissing his way down your breasts making you moan his name as he continued his venture down your body, stopping at your hot  core "please angel" you said slightly breathless
Cas smirked as he gently spread your legs wider, revealing you completely to him, you let out a low moan as you felt the cool air hot core, Cas licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, you shuddered at the pleasure and begged him for more "please Cas I need you"
The Angel complied as sucked your attention deprived clit into his mouth, he coated his fingers in your juices as he entered them both inside of you, you let out squeal and arched your back off the bed, Cas curled his fingers and thrusted them upwards hitting your G- spot as he sucked you clit "oh god Cas I'm gonna come!" You screamed, you hand running through his hair pushing him closer to you as sped up his actions, you continued to let out small moans of his name as the knot in your stomach burst and you came hard on Castiel's tongue
The angel groaned kept thrusting his fingers until you orgasm had washed over you, once your legs began to shake Cas pulled away from you and kissed your lips, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue when he deepened the kiss, you wrapped your shaky legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you "I need you so bad cas" you begged 
The angel complied as he placed his hard cock at your entrance, pushing inside you slowly, inch by inch, you moaned against Cas's lips and he slipped his tongue in your mouth, wrestling with you own as he thrusted deep inside of you, hitting your G-spot with his tip every thrust "faster please baby" you cried out, Cas obeyed, gripping your hips tightly in his hands as he pounded inside of you "oh god! Yes Castiel!" You screamed dragging your finger nails down his back leaving deep red lines that would soon fade into the angels skin 
"You feel incredible Y/N!" Cas groaned as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure and your breasts bounced at the force of every one of his thrusts "i won't last long" you struggled to say "neither will I" Cas said and continued his movements and you soon felt your orgasm come crashing down on you "Cas oh god yes!" You squealed his name on pleasure, Cas groaned and started thrusting faster, triggering his own orgasm, his came inside of you, hot spurts of cum coating your walls as he moaned your name over and over again
Cas pulled out of you after a few more calculated thrusts, he lay down beside you and pulled your tired body right against his "you know for last night being your first time having sex, your pretty fucking good at it" you told him, Cas smiled and kissed your forehead "I learned a lot from the pizza man" the angel said completely serious making you burst into laughter "oh sweetie… that's why you're so adorable" you smiled up at him.
For the next few days while you waited for the boys to get back  you and Castiel wandered around the quaint town, taking in the small scenery however you could only enjoy so much of your time together when you were waiting to talk to Dean... what could he possibly want to talk about?
It was 10m and you and Cas were sat in the motel room waiting for the boys, Sam called a while ago to say they'd be back in an hour. You tapped your fingers along the styrofoam cup of your coffee as you waited your doom "why are you anxious?" The angel asked his head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowed as he observed your fidgeting "I'm fine Cas, Dean just wants to talk to me about something so I'm a little worried about what" you told him and he nodded "I hope it's to apologise for how he hurt you" you shook your head swallowing a sip of your bitter coffee "he already did actually on the text… it's something else he wants to-" 
Your sentence was cut off by the sound of the creaky motel door opening "hey we're back" Sam said sporting some new wounds on his face, you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding and ran to hug the giant hunter "I'm so glad you guys are okay" you mumbled into Sam's shoulder" he wrapped his arms around you tightly "yeah me too it was a rough one, really could have done with back up on it" Sam confessed 
“I promise I’ll be there to help next time Sammy” you pulled back from the big hug Turning to a sheepish looking Dean who was sporting a gash across his cheek and a busted lip “…hey” he said his gaze focused on his feet, your face grew hot as your felt the anger bubble in you chest “hey? Are you serious right now! First you basically tell me I’m worthless to you, that you don’t care if I live or die oh and then you send me a text apologising, which by the way doesn’t count as a real apology, and now all you have to say is hey? Are you fucking kidding me dean!” You yelled making all three boys stare at you in shock
“no I- I have a lot more to say, I just I don’t know how to do it. Look can we go somewhere and just talk in private?” dean asked his cheeks turning redder by the second “alright fine by me, let’s go” you grumbled out and stomped past him toward the impala dean following close behind.
“So what did you want to tell me Dean?” You asked with venom laced in your voice “Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said to you, I didn’t mean it… I just-I- son of a bitch I don’t know how to say this” dean stuttered, hitting the steering wheel in frustration 
you sighed, placing your hand on his to calm him down, Dean turned to look at you “just talk to me dean” you told him softly rubbing your thumb along his rough hand. He let out a deep sigh before leaning forward capturing your lips with his in a fierce kiss, you kissed him back wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, Dean slipped his tongue passed your lips, you pulled back suddenly “wait Dean, I can’t” you told him 
“I’m sorry I just I didn’t know how to tell you I liked you I just thought I could show you, son of a- I’m an idiot” dean chocked out moving back against the drivers door, you leaned toward him “no dean your not an idiot, it’s just Cas and I are together now” you confessed and he nodded in understanding “dean I used to really like you, Sam used to try and get me to tell you but I was scared, and you didn’t seem interested, especially with how mean you could be to me.. I honestly thought you hated me so I started talking to Cas and we’ve gotten really close over the past couple years he became my best friend and I started to have feelings for him and it turns out he liked me too” you told Dean as tears streamed down your face
Dean smiled at you “I get it, I hope you guys are really happy together,  you deserve to be happy” he said quickly before scrambling out of the car
You jumped out after him trying to talk to him as he headed towards town “Dean wait, please don’t walk away from me” you cried out but he didn’t stop.
You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down as your headed toward Sam and your boyfriend, Sam was on his feet as soon as you walked in the room “hey what happened? Where’s Dean?” He questioned when he seen the tears streaming down your face “we talked about some things and he headed towards town, I think you should check on him” Sam nodded and headed out to find his brother 
“What did dean wish to speak to you about” the angel asked as he sat next to you on the bed you sighed and wiped the tears from your face “dean and I had a lot to unfold and secrets came out into the opening  and he walked off upse- god this is horrible I never wanted to hurt him like that… I haven’t seen him so upset in a long time” you cried and Cas pulled you into him “It’ll be okay, I’ve got you” he said placing a kiss on the top of your head “thanks Cas that means a lot to me” you said placing a kiss on his scruffy jaw
The angel turned to gaze into your eyes with a loving stare, he placed his lips on yours in a small kiss “I’m falling in love with you Y/N Y/LN” he confessed to you making your heart swell in your chest “I’m falling in love with you too Castiel”.
___________________________________________ Finally the long awaited part 2 of my Castiel imagine, hope you all like it… and incase anyone was wondering I couldn’t help myself but make a Dean version too ;) that’ll be out very soon, for my Castiel girlies please enjoy
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