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Deinocheirus mirificus

By Ripley Cook

Etymology: Horrible Hand

First Described By: Osmólska & Roniewicz, 1970

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoromorpha, Maniraptoriformes, Ornithomimosauria, Ornithomimoidea, Deinocheiridae

Status: Extinct

Time and Place: 70 million years ago, in the Maastrichtian of the Late Cretaceous

Deinocheirus is known from the Nemegt Formation of Ömnögovi, Mongolia

Physical Description: Deinocheirus is one of the absolute weirdest, fantastical, most surprising discoveries of the 2010s in paleontology, and the answer to a mystery older than most of the readers of this blog. Deinocheirus was originally known from two very long, distinctive arms - arms so long, that they could very easily engulf a person. In fact, many of the photographs of the fossil are of an individual standing in between the hands, in order to give scale to them. But these arms and hands gave very little in the way of information about what Deinocheirus looked like. Eventually, it was determined that Deinocheirus was an Ornithomimosaur - but the scale of the arms indicated it would be a ridiculously huge Ornithomimosaur.

By Slate Weasel, in the Public Domain

And then, luckily, more fossils were found of it. To be sure, it was a ridiculously large Ornithomimosaur - in fact, given the fact that it was an Ornithomimosaur, a group of distinctively feathered dinosaurs, it is almost certainly one of the largest feathered animals known to date - but it was More than that by a large margin. It was probably around 11 meters long, weighing up to 6.4 tonnes. It had some of the largest forelimbs known of any bipedal dinosaur - only rivaled by Therizinosaurs - and the arms in question are 2.4 meters long. Its skull, only one specimen of it having been found, is honestly weirdly duck-shaped. It was low and narrow, like other Ornithomimosaurs, but with a longer snout than its relatives. This snout was wide and shaped like a spatula - similar to the snouts of duck-billed dinosaurs and ducks alike. There weren’t any teeth in the jaws, which ended in a distinctive beak, and it was turned down, to make it look fairly massive and deep. When you get down to it, Deinocheirus had a ridiculously triangular head.

By Nix, CC BY-NC 4.0

As for the rest of the body, Deinocheirus had very long and narrow shoulder blades, connected to very pronounced and triangular shoulders. Weirdly enough, compared to the shoulders, Deinocheirus actually had smaller arms than its close relative Ornithomimus - ie, it had a smaller shoulder to arm ratio than its relatives. It had a U-shaped wishbone, which is fascinating since we don’t have the wishbone of other Ornithomimosaurs. Unlike other Ornithomimosaurs, it didn’t have pinched toe bones, so it wasn’t highly adapted for fast movement; it also had very blunt and broad foot claws like those of large Ornithischian dinosaurs. It may have been a bulky animal, but it was also quite narrow - with very tall, straight ribs. It had an S-curved neck, especially given the shape of the skull, which extended back into the oddly indeed shaped back. The spines on the back of Deinocheirus got progressively and progressively longer, until reaching lengths similar to those found on Spinosaurus - indicating that Deinocheirus had a sail or a hump, much like Spinosaurus did. There were interconnecting ligaments on the spines, strengthening it. That sail then lessened as it went down along the tail, until the tail had a very skinny appearance compared to the rest of the body. It had extremely lightweight air bones, through which the respiratory system ran. This also allowed it to be even more lightly built, which aided it in its large size. Interestingly enough, the tail ended in fused vertebrae, like those in Therizinosaurs, Oviraptors, and Birds - indicating it had a pygostyle!

By Michael B. H., CC BY-SA 3.0

As for feathers, it would have probably been covered in a layer of fluff all over the body. Fancy, pennaceous feathers would have been present on the arms and the end of the tail - in fact, a tail fan would have been attached to that pygostyle and used in display. It may have also had display feathers on the back of the head or even the legs. However, that being said, its large size may indicate a decrease in fluff so that it could stay cool - while it is still most likely that it had distinctive and extensive feathers as in its close relatives, fossil evidence is needed to determine its exact integument situation.

By Charles Nye

Diet: Deinocheirus was, distinctively, a large herbivore - specializing on water plants and other soft greens that could be shoveled up with that spoon beak.

By Meig Dickson & Diane Remic

Behavior: Deinocheirus probably spent a good amount of time foraging at or near the water, gathering up water vegetation with its spatulate bill. It also utilized gastroliths - stones that were swallowed to grind up that wet and mushy vegetation in the stomach. This was important and helpful, since it couldn’t do much grinding without teeth in its mouth. It did have a very long and large tongue, which allowed it to pull up extensive amounts of plant material up from the ground. It would use the blunt and short claws of its hands in order to dig up plants from the water - and to decrease resistance as it sucked them up from the swamps.

By Rebecca Groom

Deinocheirus wasn’t a fast animal - the short and stocky legs meant that it moved slowly through its environment, and used its large size to protect itself against predators instead. It grew extremely rapidly, too, reaching large size before sexual maturity. Sadly, its giant size means that it didn’t have a very large brain compared to its body size - in fact, the ratio in question was more similar to that of sauropods than other theropods. That beings aid, it was similar in shape to birds and troodontids and other birdie theropods, indicating that it still had a decent sense of smell - which is fascinating as it had a good respiratory system as well. As a warm-blooded animal, however, it would have been very active; and as a dinosaur, it probably took care of its young in nests. It is uncertain whether or not it would have lived in social groups, but it certainly wouldn’t have been particularly isolated as an herbivore.

By José Carlos Cortés

Ecosystem: The Nemegt Formation was a wetland, filled with a wide variety of dinosaurs right before the end of the time of non-avian dinosaurs. The area was filled with large river channels, which created extensive shallow lakes, mudflats, and floodplains - like the modern Okavango Delta in Botswana. There were also thick coniferous forests surrounding the ecosystem, allowing for drier areas to be retreated to in addition to the swampy mess that was the bulk of the environment. Here, many plant-eaters specialized in feeding on water plants - in fact, I often joke that the Nemegt is the Land of Ducks. In addition to Deinocheirus, there were two other Ornithomimosaurs - Gallimimus and Anserimimus - both featuring duck-like beaks for feeding on water plants. Other ducks of the region include Saurolophus, which, as a duck-billed dinosaur, was especially adapted for feeding on soft plant material; and Teviornis, an early ACTUAL duck relative with the appropriate bill.

By Fraizer

This place also had other dinosaurs that weren’t ducks, of course. There was the large tyrannosaur, Tarbosaurus, which is known to have directly preyed upon Deinocheirus. There were troodontids too, like Tochisaurus, Zanabazar and Borogovia, which would have preyed upon the eggs and young of Gallimimus. There were a million different Oviraptorosaurs, making this also the ecosystem of the Chickenparrots - Avimimus, Elmisaurus, Conchoraptor, Nemegtomaia, Nomingia, and Rinchenia, were all present and feeding on the drier vegetation of the area. There was also the Hesperornithine Brodavis, one of the few freshwater species of Hesperornithines. There were other herbivores too, of course - Pachycephalosaurs like Homalocephale and Prenocephale, ankylosaurs such as Tarchia and Saichania, the titanosaur Nemegtosaurus, and the Therizinosaur Therizinosaurus - which probably all stuck to drier areas of the ecosystem than Deinocheirus. Tarbosaurus wasn’t the only Tyrannosaur, either - there was the smaller Alioramus which would have been more of a nuisance for baby Deinocheirus than the adults. And for other predators, there was the raptor Adasaurus, which may or may not have been a direct descendant of Velociraptor. As for non-dinosaurs, there was at least one Azdarchid, the small mammal Buginbaatar, and a variety of crocodilians that would have been non-negligible threats to young Deinocheirus. There were also plenty of turtles, which would have been a very noticeable part of the wider ecosystem.

By Scott Reid

Other: Deinocheirus is such a weird Ornithomimosaur, it gave its name to an entire group of them - these guys were slower than the Ornithomimids, and larger, but still had that general Ostrich-mimic shape. Instead of being lean and fast, they were large and slow. The discovery of the specimens of Deinocheirus that allowed us to actually learn what it looked like was a big one - since, prior to that point, Deinocheirus had been one of the most fascinating mysteries of dinosaur science, as all we had were two giant hands! Because of its large size, duck-like appearance, and above all, nightmare fodder in terms of past legend and current appearance, Deinocheirus has been fondly dubbed as Duck Satan for a makeshift common name.

~ By Meig Dickson

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Hot For Teacher: Part 3

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Kelly Frazier

Characters: Dean Winchester, Kelly Fraizer, Kevin Tran, Grandmom (Kelly’s grandmother) and John Winchester.

Warnings: Age gap (Kelly is 26, Dean is 35), Jealous!Dean, John Winchester being a douche, language, angst, arguing, SMUT (I need Jesus after all this smut), Daddy/ Baby Girl Kink, praise!kink, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (use protection folks), spanking, feels/ fluff.

A/N: Here we are, part 3!! I know I’m posting this kind of out of the blue; but I wanted to give you guys a little something while I’m working on other projects for ya’ll. This part is a LONG one, so grab a snack and your favorite beverage! Per usual, unbeta’d, all mistakes belong to me, but the pictures do not. I found them on Pinterest and tumblr.

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I knocked on the solid oak door with a brass number 2145 shining back at me as I adjusted my sweater. The door swung open and my grandmother beamed back at me.

“Oh hello darling!” She greeted me with a hug.

“Hi GrandMom,” I said and hugged her back “been a good week?”

“Oh honey, you know it’s same old, same old around here.” She said.

Only a head taller than I was, my grandmother was dressed in a sky blue outfit with her pearls and a seasonal brooch on the collar of her shirt. Today it was one of my favorites; three flowers with various shades of pink and purple on them and matching jewels encrusting the flowers. GrandMom grabbed her purse and keys from just inside the door and asked

“Ready?”

“As always.” I said and smiled at her as she locked up.

My Grandmother and I had always been close; after my parents died when I was little, she and my grandfather took me and my brothers in and raised us. When my grandfather, who I called GrandDad, passed away, my brothers had long since moved out; two of them were married, so it was just GrandMom and I. After I started college, she moved into an apartment that was within an assisted living facility. GrandMom was still independent beyond belief, but if her mental or physical condition ever deteriorated, she would be able to move into a different area of the facility.

Each Sunday we had our routine. I’d take her to church, we’d get some brunch and the I’d take her to run errands if she needed to. If she didn’t have any errands to run, we would watch her soap operas, work on puzzles together or socialize with the friends she had made since living in the home.

The facility provided a shuttle bus to church for those who wanted to go off site to a church near by. GrandMom was one of those and insisted on going to HER church.

“I know everyone there,” she had told me “I like the priests, the bishops and the people there.”

I wasn’t a religious person myself, but this was my time to spend with her and if going to a certain church made her happy, I was all about it.

When we arrived at church, I stood up first and offered GrandMom my arm.

“Kelly, you seem different.” GrandMom said as she used my arm to steady herself.

“I do?” I asked as I she stood. GrandMom’s blue eyes scrutinized me only in a way a grandmother could and it not feel like I was being scolded.

“Happier it seems.” She said as she shifted her purse to her other arm and looped her free arm through mine. “You didn’t meet a boy did you?”

I laughed as we walked toward the steps off the shuttle. I went ahead of her and held my hand out for her, which she took.

“I wouldn’t say he’s a boy,” I told GrandMom as we walked toward the church doors “he’s a man.”

GrandMom looked intrigued; I didn’t have a lot of boyfriends when I was a teenager so she knew this was a big deal.

“What’s his name?” She asked me as we climbed the stairs.

“Dean,” I told her, just me saying his name made me blush “his name is Dean.”

“Is he a nice man?” She asked and I nodded as we reached the doors.

“Yes ma’am,” I answered “very nice.”

After church, GrandMom and I took the shuttle back to the facility and made our way to the supper hall for brunch. This weekend’s buffet included French toast which I stuffed into my face in a very unladylike manner.

“This Dean,” GrandMom said and I sighed

“GrandMom!” I exclaimed as I sipped on my orange juice.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full Kelly.” GrandMom chastised me.

I swallowed before answering

“GrandMom, it’s so new that I don’t know where it’s going or what we even are.” I informed her.

GrandMom raised an eyebrow at me

“I was going to ask what he looked like, but feel free to presume.” She said and I laughed.

I described Dean, feeling a blush rise on my cheeks and GrandMom smiled knowingly.

“Ooohhhhh, he sounds like a handsome one,” she said “do you have any pictures?”

I nodded; I pulled up my Instagram, found Dean’s profile and scrolled until I found a picture I liked. He was sitting in his car looking off into the sunset. I showed it to her and said

“He only grows a beard in the summer, but that’s him.” I flicked to the next picture and in it, he was smiling at the camera, wearing a hat and holding up a pint of beer.

“He IS handsome,” GrandMom said and I smiled “how old is he?”

I put my phone away and said

“I’m not sure, if I had to guess I’d say early thirties.”

We continued the rest of our brunch, catching up and her grilling me about school.

The next day, I walked into Dean’s class and took my usual spot near the middle of the room. He hadn’t come in yet so I made myself comfortable in my seat as other students started to filter in. At precisely ten; Dean walked in, wearing a light blue shirt, dark grey pants, brown dress shoes and a cobalt blue tie. I bit my lip; the colors brought out the blonde in his hair and the green in his eyes.

“Morning people,” he greeted us as he set his things down “open your books to page two twenty nine, section three A and we’ll get started.”

During the lecture that day, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew. On the one hand, Dean’s class was difficult and on the other, all I could think about was jumping his bones in front of twenty other people. I struggled to keep up and by the end of class, I realized I’d missed over a quarter of the notes I needed.

“Fuck.” I swore under my breath and looked around. One of the other students I’d frequently partnered with caught my eye as Dean dismissed us. “Kevin!” I yelled.

Both Kevin Tran and Dean looked up as Kevin caught my gaze. He smiled and made his way over to me.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Kevin asked

“Good,” I said “I missed a bunch of notes today, would you mind emailing yours to me?”

“Not at all,” he said “I’ll get it to you now. How was your weekend?”

Kevin and I caught up for a few minutes as he emailed his notes to me. I could feel Dean staring at me, but I pushed that thought to the back of my head.

“Done and done,” Kevin said “you wanna grab coffee later?”

“Let me see what the rest of my afternoon is like,” I told him “I’ll text you. Thanks Kevin, you saved my life. Again.”

He laughed

“Any time.” He said and we hugged.

Kevin left class just as the rest of the students did, leaving me and Dean alone. Neither of us said anything as I packed up my stuff and slung my book bag over my shoulder. I walked up to his desk, he didn’t look pleased.

“Did you want me to finish grading those papers today?” I asked hesitantly.

He nodded

“Yeah, you’re almost finished right?” He asked

“Yes,” I said “just a few more in that second stack. How does now work?”

He nodded again.

“I have a free period,” he said as he picked up his things “plus I have some stuff to get organized.”

“Okay; cool.” I said

We walked to his office together and once the door was closed, I felt him behind me, his large frame towering over mine.

“You and Kevin?” He asked, snapping his hips into my butt, his hands over mine.

“It’s nothing,” I insisted as his teeth scraped over the cartilage on my ear, a chill running down my spine “he was just giving me his notes.”

“Were you distracted during the lesson today?” He asked, his hands squeezing mine.

“Yes.” I said desperately

“Yes what?” He asked

I panted before answering him, his growing erection pressing into my ass. I tilted my head back and said

“Yes Daddy.”

I felt his lips curl into a smile.

“Gotta admit,” he said as he bit down on my ear, making me whine “I didn’t like seeing some boy having his hands all over my baby girl.”

“Only so I can pass your class.” I told him as he flattened me against the door.

“You speak when spoken to young lady.” He said fiercely. He spun me around, pinning my wrists by my head, one of his legs between mine. His green eyes bored into mine, had I not known him better, I would’ve been intimidated under a gaze like that. “I didn’t like that,” He said “at all.”

“I’m sorry,” I said with a pout “I wasn’t trying to make you mad. I just want to pass. I want to please you.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“Is that right?” He asked

I nodded

“My Daddy likes it when I do well in his class,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed his neck “it makes him happy.”

“Yes,” He said in a strangled voice as I innocently planted kisses on his neck “Yes it does.”

“I like making my Daddy happy.” I breathed as I left kitten licks over the areas I had kissed.

He let out a growl and I knew I had him in the palm of my hand.

“You want to make Daddy happy?” He asked. I pulled back and nodded eagerly, we kissed with burning passion. He pulled back, cupped my face in one of his hands, his thumb running over my bottom lip. “Tell me who you come for.” He said

“You,” I answered “and me.”

He grinned and kissed me again

“You naughty, naughty girl.” He said punctuating each word with a kiss. When it ended, he looked at me “What am I gonna do with you?”

He tugged me into his arms and walked me back to the chair at his desk. He sat down and pulled me into his lap as the phone on his desk went off.

“Be good while I answer this.” He told me, booping me on the nose as he picked up the phone. “This is Dean.” He said into the handset as I nuzzled into his shoulder, his fingers running up and down my arm. I could hear a deep, male voice on the other end but couldn’t make out exactly what was being said. I felt him tense up under me as he listened. “No,” Dean said firmly and looked down at me, giving me a fond smile “I’m in the middle of something.” The voice on the other end sounded meaner some how. “I said no.” Dean snapped and hung up.

“You okay?” I asked and he nodded, giving me a fake smile.

“I’m fine,” he said and gathered me up into his arms “I just want my baby girl close.”

“I’m about as close as I can get.” I joked, my arms were wrapped around his neck and and legs were across the arm of his chair. He smirked and kissed me deeply, his fingers digging into my skin. His tongue traced over my mouth and I opened up, letting him in. His strong muscle worked over mine, I could feel my mind fogging up from lack of oxygen. When we separated, a knock came at his office door.

“Office hours are over!” Dean shouted

“Dean Winchester!” I heard a male voice thunder, it sounded similar to the one on the phone.

“Shit,” Dean said “get up.” I got up and he walked over to the door, throwing it open. “What?!” He asked with a ferocity that I’d never heard out of him before.

“So NOW you can talk to me?” The male voice roared back.

“I told you I was busy.” Dean said through his teeth.

The door swung open further and I saw a man a little taller than Dean standing there. He had salt and pepper hair and the same build as Dean. With broad shoulders and narrow hips, the only difference between them was their eye and hair color. Where Dean’s eyes were a striking green, this man had intense hazel eyes. I shrunk under the man’s gaze, my eyes down cast.

“I can see that.” The man said.

Something in the back of my head tickled with familiarity when I saw the man, but I couldn’t place him.

“Kelly,” Dean said calmly and I looked up at him “we’ll talk later okay?”

I nodded and grabbed my bags

“Excuse me.” I said

“Wait,” the man said and then looked at Dean, who looked uneasy as the man’s eyes flicked from me to Dean and back again. Dean nodded and the man pushed past Dean. Now fully in my line of sight, I realized where I knew him from. There was a picture of this man, Dean and another guy on Dean’s bookshelf.

“You’re not going to introduce me to your friend?” The man asked, looking me up and down like he wanted to devour me.

“Kelly,” Dean said, looking annoyed “this is John, my Dad. Dad, this is Kelly, one of my undergraduate students.”

John licked his lips, oddly enough, he reminded me of Dean when he did this.

“Always did like them on the young side, right son?” He asked “How many girls have I caught you in here with?”

Dean looked furious as my heart hammered in my ears, I felt like I was going to puke.

“That’s okay sweetheart,” John said “so my son likes to sleep around? Big whoop. What do you say Dean, when you’re done with this one, give me her number?”

Now it was my turn to be furious. Finding my voice, I squared my shoulders, planted my feet and stared John directly in the eye.

“I’m NOT your sweetheart.” I snapped at him.

Both he and Dean looked taken aback.

“I’m sorry,” John said and stepped closer to me “What did you just say?”

“I didn’t stutter.” I said firmly as I shoved past both of them without looking back.

I stormed out of the building; hot, fat tears rolled down my face as I walked home and I shoved my sunglasses on my face to hide my eyes. When I arrived home, I let the tears flow, I threw my bags on the floor as my phone chimed in my bag. I ignored it as I crumbled to the floor, sobbing into my own arms. I’d never felt so cheap and disgusting in all my life. Is that all he saw me as? Just an easy hole to get off into? And like an idiot, I had fallen for it. He’d played me like a fiddle and I’d let him. The worst part was that I was starting to feel something for him, something deeper than I’d ever felt. I laid down and curled up into a ball as I continued to sob.

After a while, I peeled myself off the floor, feeling my crusted up mascara all over my cheeks. I went to the bathroom and saw I was right; I had black lines cutting through my foundation and powder.

“To hell with it.” I decided and washed off my makeup. When my face was clean, I changed into my pajamas and ambled to the kitchen. I opened a bottle of wine, pouring it into a glass and began to drink.

“To hell with that too.” I said and chugged the rest of the glass before setting it aside and drinking straight from the bottle. I could hear my phone buzzing and chiming every few seconds and I ran over to my bag. I fished my phone out and realized it was Dean blowing up my phone. I shut it off; I was too angry to deal with him, plus I knew he had class coming up so I’d have a while before I had to or could talk to him. I took another long pull from the bottle of wine and laid on the couch flipping through the channels on TV. I turned it to HGTV and zoned out while one episode of House Hunters rolled into another.

After a few minutes a loud knock came at my front door. I groaned and made my way to the door, opening it. Standing there was a frightened looking Dean.

“There you are!” He shouted and threw his arms around me, backing me into my apartment. I shoved him away, slammed the door and asked

“Don’t you have class?!”

“I canceled it, I’ve been calling you!” He yelled. In that second, he reminded me of my Dad and my brothers, who yelled at me when they were worried about me. I pushed that thought aside, my anger returning to the surface.

“What the HELL was that about with your Dad?!”

“Look, I know you’re upset-“ he started and I laughed humorlessly

“UPSET?!” I shouted at him “Upset doesn’t even fucking begin to cover it Dean!” He stood there quietly as I ranted on “Is that all I am?” I asked “just someone for you to like young? Someone for you to stick your cock in and get off into whenever you want?!

“No!” He shouted back “You stop right there!”

“Oh, THAT’S where it stops?!” I yelled “What were you gonna do? Pass me off to your Dad when you got bored? Well guess what? That’s not how this shit works. That’s not how I work! I’m not some whore you can pass around-“

He interrupted me by scooping me up and pushing me against the wall, his bulky arms and legs twisting with mine. I fought him hard trying to wriggle away from him.

“Would you fucking LISTEN to me?!” He shouted.

“Let go!” I shouted as I twisted in his limbs “You fucking let go of me right now!”

“Not until you listen to me.” He insisted. Any words I had coming up ceased in my throat, I could feel his green eyes practically drilling into me. “I’m not going to pass you around,” he said, I could feel an angry fire burning from deep inside him came out through his voice “I’m too selfish to share first of all.” He squeezed my wrists “second, my Dad isn’t any concern of yours. You made it clear he wasn’t going to talk to you like that.”

I squirmed, trying to get away from him. I didn’t want to look at him, I didn’t want to see the look on his face, nor did I want to hear what he had to say. “Thirdly,” He said, pressing his body into mine, his hand letting go of my wrist to push my face up to meet his eyes. I kept my eyes adverted, my mouth set in a defiant line. “Kelly.” He said, but I refused to acknowledge him “Kelly, look at me.” His voice was steady now, but I didn’t want to give in. Every cell in my body screamed at me to tell him to fuck off. To slap him, to do SOMETHING other than be pinned under him, completely at his mercy.

But my heart, my heart made my eyes meet his.

The expression on his face nearly brought me to my knees. It was a mix of hope and heartbreak all at the same time; in front of me was a severely hurt man that wanted, no NEEDED, me to listen to him.

I held his gaze steadily and he went on.

“You’re not some hole for me to get off into,” he said softly “you’re more than just sex to me.”

“What am I then?” I asked

He sighed, his fingers stroking my cheek.

“I don’t know,” he said “for the first time, I’m going into something without a plan. I do know that I like you, I want to be around you as much as possible and I can only hope you feel even a quarter of what I feel.”

I breathed, my heart pounding at a painful rate. I delayed answering him, rather, I let my hand slide up the back of his hand, his arm and then his shoulder. When I reached his face, he leaned into my touch, silently begging me for more. I let my fingers trace over the planes of his face; his cheek bones, the bridge of his nose and jaw line.

“Kelly,” he breathed “please say something.”

I couldn’t, I was at a loss for words. I pulled my wrist free of his grasp and let my other hand wander around his waist. I stood on the balls of my feet and pressed light kisses into his neck. His breath hitched in his throat as I kept this up, kissing his throat and chin before reaching his mouth. When our lips met, it was like a rolling flame hit both of us. Our arms automatically locked around one another and our tongues fought for dominance.

Dean pulled me away from the wall and backed me up into my bedroom. I tugged off his tie and threw it aside, practically ripping open his shirt. He shed both layers quickly as I yanked my T-shirt off and pitched it aside, my arms automatically surrounding him. He backed me up into the bed and I sat down as we both took off our pants and shirts. Dean flattened me against the mattress and I kissed him feverishly. I wondered if this was how an addict felt before they got their next hit. He slipped my panties down and off. Without much fanfare, he slid out of his underwear and hauled me up into his lap. While I couldn’t tell him exactly what I felt, I could show him. That was a language I knew we both spoke. He, however, had other plans. He laid me down against the pillows. His mouth and hands seemed to cover every inch of me all at once; he sucked my left nipple into his mouth as I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned. He repeated this motion on my right nipple, his tongue flicking over it and making it perk up as his fingers grasped my hips. He kissed me hot and heavy, then he plowed straight into me, making both of us cry out.

“I want you,” he moaned, his hand sliding from my hip to my clit and began to rub it in slow, languid circles as I sighed loudly “I want you all for myself.”

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my nails sinking into the back of his neck and the small of his back at the same time.

“Say it, please.” He begged, his eyes nearly piercing through me.

“I’m-FUCK! Oh my god!” I cried out, it felt like he was fucking the sense out of me “I’m yours, fuck! I’m all yours!”

He kissed me hard again as he rubbed my clit in faster, shorter circles while he continued to pound into me.

“Dean, god, DEAN!” I cried out.

I hooked my leg around his waist and flipped him on to his back, pinning his arms above his head as I moved on top of him. He looked shocked, but said nothing when he saw the expression on my face. I was still fucking angry at him and had to show him I wasn’t messing around. “If you ever, EVER make me feel like a cheap whore again,” I yelled at him “you’re gonna walk out that door and never come back. Do you understand me?!”

He nodded furiously

“Yes!” He yelled “yes!”

“Yes what?!” I asked fiercely, slamming my hips into him.

“Yes ma’am!” He yelled back.

I released him and he popped up, his lips smashing into mine as we moved together, grunting, groaning, biting and clawing each other’s skin like wild animals in heat. It felt like every muscle in my body was burning, but I didn’t care, nothing mattered in that moment besides him.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out, gripping me tightly as his movements became erratic, his hand slipped between our bodies and he rubbed my clit harshly. “fuck, KELLY!” He yelled

I screamed his name as he came deep inside me, my nails scratching down his back, leaving angry, red welts behind as I came hard. I shook, the orgasm rocking me to my core. I slumped my head on to his shoulder, both of us breathing hard. He pulled out of me and we both laid on our backs, looking in silence at the ceiling for a long time.

Eventually, we curled under the sheet together, still not talking. I laid on my back while he laid on his side, his fingertips running over my belly. I closed my eyes and I felt him kiss my temple.

“So beautiful,” he murmured in my ear “such a beautiful girl.”

I smiled without opening my eyes.

“Dean?” I asked quietly

“Hmmm?” He asked, kissing my temple again.

“How many girls ARE you fucking?” I asked

“Just one, you.” He said and I felt him place a finger on my jaw. I opened my eyes as he used his finger to turn my head to his. “It isn’t exactly a secret, I’ve had my share of girls.”

“You get around? Shocker.” I said in a sarcastic tone and he smirked.

“I like what I like,” he said “and getting laid is one of those things. But I’m no predator. What has happened between me and another party has always been consensual. I’ve never pressured a student to do something she didn’t want to and vice versa.” I listened and he went on “If I’m in a relationship, I don’t screw around. If I’m one thing, I’m a man of my word; loyal to a fault as my brother would say.”

I smiled and spoke

“Then why would your Dad say stuff like that?” I asked

“Part of me thinks that he thinks he’s being funny and the other part thinks he genuinely wants to fuck you.” Dean said with an eye roll “my Dad and I don’t have the best relationship because of how he treated my Mom.”

“And how was that?” I asked

“He messed around on her, a lot, and it hurt her. One of the many reasons I DON’T mess around.” He said “Ever since my parents got divorced, my Dad’s been in and out of my life. Now that I’m stable on my own, he keeps trying to reach out and have something to do with me but I’ve made it clear I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Why does he want something to do with you so badly?” I asked

Dean sighed

“Because he’s getting remarried and he wants me and my brother there.” He said “The woman he’s marrying is also the woman he knocked up while he was still married to my Mom.”

My eyes went wide

“So, you have a half sibling?” I asked and he nodded

“Yep, a brother named Adam.” He said “He did everything with Adam; took him to baseball games on his birthday, went to school programs, attended graduations, he’s even in Adam’s prom pictures.”

“And he didn’t do that with you and your brother?” I asked and Dean shook his head, no.

“Not at all.” He said “Also one of the many reasons I’m angry with him.”

I nodded and said

“That shouldn’t be a problem now, he’s not getting anywhere near me.”

“Nope,” Dean said “I think you made that clear. Gotta say, I’m not sure if I was shocked or turned on when I saw you stand up to him.”

“It’s not the first time a guy thinks he can call me pet names and I’ll drop my pants for him, won’t be the last. I have four older brothers remember?” I asked

“I’m surprised guys were allowed anywhere near you honestly.” He said and I laughed.

“My brothers had friends,” I said “they didn’t pay much attention to me until after puberty, in which case, all four of the boys made it clear that their friends weren’t supposed to touch me. That didn’t stop some of them though.”

Dean looked surprised

“Did they live to tell that tale?” He asked and I laughed.

“I learned to hold my own,” I said “they taught me to defend myself and to let me handle my own problems. However, if them getting the shit kicked out of them by a tiny girl didn’t make the message clear, they’d step in. I think one guy still has trouble holding his bladder when he laughs.”

This made him crack up as he gathered me into his arms, kissing my forehead.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.” He said

“Noted.” I told him and looked up at him. When our eyes met, we kissed.

The heat started to rebuild between us as he tenderly stroked my hair and back. I moaned against his mouth, throwing my leg across his hips.

“Can’t be sated can you?” He teased.

“When my smoking hot Daddy is laying butt naked in my bed? No, I can’t.” I said and he laughed.

“It doesn’t help when my sexy girl is pressing her hot little body all over me.” He said with a grin.

“I’ll try to be uglier.” I told him as my tongue gently grazed his lips.

“You can’t,” he told me “you’re too beautiful inside and out.”

I grinned as his mouth parted, allowing my tongue inside. He tasted faintly of mint and coffee, I noted as our tongues twisted together. He hummed in appreciation, the vibration from his chest registering to mine, which only made me want him more. When my tongue returned to my mouth, I pulled back a little and let my fingers wander through his hair. Even though it was mussed from our earlier romp, it felt soft and thick in my hands. I gently gripped the longer locks on the top of his head and kissed him again, his hands sliding down my back and to my rear end. He gripped two handfuls of my ass as we kissed and gave it a firm smack, making me yelp in surprise.

“Oh, my baby likes to be spanked doesn’t she?” He asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

“What makes you say that?” I asked, even though I knew full well I did.

“You’re practically gushing on my thigh baby girl.” He pointed out and gave me another firm slap on the ass and I whined, tugging on his hair and feeling him harden against my leg.

“GOD!” I cried out

“Answer me,” he said “does my baby girl like to be spanked?”

“Yes Daddy!” I exclaimed as I twisted against him.

“You want me to spank you sweetheart?” He growled in my ear.

“Oh god, yes. Please spank me.” I begged him

“You’ll have to ask nicer than that.” He said

I bit my lip and then asked

“Daddy, will you please spank me?” in the most innocent tone I could manage. “I’ve been a very bad little girl.”

His mouth twitched up at the corner and he said

“Let me sit up.”

I crawled off of him as he did this and grabbed my wrist. He hauled me over his lap

“Say “red” if it hurts too much baby.” he told me

“Yes sir.” I answered

“Good,” He said “three spankings okay?”

“Yes Daddy.” I said, trying not to squirm in anticipation, I could feel my nipples hardening just from his words.

“Count for me baby.” He said

“I will.” I told him, his erection poking me in the stomach. Without warning or preamble, he laid one firm smack on my ass and I cried out.

“AH! ONE!”

He kneaded my flesh in his hand before delivering another blow, the sound of his firm hand cracking over my butt sounded through the room.

“FUCK! TWO!” I cried, the delicious, painful sensation rocking my body.

“Such language.” He said “one more, you okay baby?”

“Yes Daddy!” I answered

He delivered the final slap and I cried out a strained

“THREE! Oh god, three!”

“Oh baby girl,” he growled as I sat up “you take your spankings so well.”

“Thank-thank you Daddy.” I said breathlessly, I could feel my core dripping.

He could tell I was wrecked and he gave me a devilish grin.

“You want Daddy to take care of you baby?” He asked

“Please?” I begged him “Please take care of me?”

“You took your spankings so well, you get to choose.” He told me as he sat up on his knees “What would you like baby?”

“Can you-?” I could barely concentrated, my nerves were buzzing so hard

“Words baby,” he said and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him “tell me.”

“Will you go down on me?” I asked, even though it sounded more like I was begging him “and fuck me?”

He grinned, his thumb stroking over my chin.

“I can’t deny my baby when she took her spankings like a good girl.” He told me as we kissed, his warm lips over mine.

“You’re such a good girl for me you know that?” He said quietly as he tenderly touched my face.

“I try.” I told him, leaning into his touch.

“Since you’re so good for me, I want you to just relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

I nodded as he planted a gentle kiss on me as I nodded. He gave me a half grin and kissed me again, his tongue tracing over my lips. I opened my mouth and let him in and he seemed to lap over every inch of my mouth. He pulled back as I scraped my nails down his arms. He moaned as he kissed down my jaw and up to my ear. He took my earlobe in his teeth and bit down just hard enough to make me gasp and my back arch.

“Mh, I love those pretty sounds you make,” he murmured as he gently licked where he just bitten me “just for me.”

I nodded and he kissed down my body; licking, biting and sucking on my skin. He seemed to know which places to do each thing that made me cry out and my toes curl. He made his way to the apex of my thighs, hooking his arms under my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs and then started to suck. I propped up on my elbows, looked down and was mesmerized by what I saw. He sucked hard on my skin, his fingers digging into my thigh. I gasped and he looked up at me, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Something just for me.” He said

I bit my lip

“Do one for me too.” I told him

He pulled away, that devilish grin I’d come to love playing on his lips.

“I give my baby what she wants.” He said and went to my other thigh, sucking an identical mark in the same place. “One for you, and one for me.” He said

“Perfect.” I told him and laid back.

He spread my legs open and said

“I think you liked that more than I anticipated, you’re soaking wet baby.”

“You have that effect on me.” I told him as he licked a thick stripe up my slit making me cry out and grip the sheets.

“Do I?” He asked

“Yes.” I whined as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I arched my back, the sensation rolling over me like a wave. He licked through my folds, swirling and rolling his tongue into me as I cried out. I gripped his hair, the luscious locks tangling in my fingers.

“Deeeeeeeeeeannnnnn,” I moaned “oh my god, that feels so good!”

His fingers slid around and into me easily as I moaned louder. He lapped his tongue over my clit and his fingers scissored into me. I lost control, thrusting my hips into his mouth and fingers.

“Mhhhh, baby,” he said “be still for me.”

“Yes sir.” I said and laid back. I let him ravage me, he devoured me like a starving man, eating me out as if his life depended on it. I screamed like a woman possessed, my head rolling from side to side.

“That’s it,” he moaned “that’s it baby girl, come for me.”

With one crook of his fingers and I was done for. I came undone with a scream of his name, feeling a cold chill run up my spine. I collapsed on the bed, my legs fell open and my hand let go of his hair. I breathed hard as his adorable face came into my view, he was licking his shining lips as a stupid grin formed on my mouth.

“Feel good baby?” He asked me and then we kissed. I could taste myself in his mouth, which was strangely erotic.

“Yeah,” I breathed “better than good.”

“You sure you want me to fuck you?” He asked “I’m not opposed to it, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to fuck me,” I told him and kissed him “make love to me, like you did earlier.” My hands roamed up his back, his strong muscles dancing under my touch.

He grinned and we kissed again

“That I can do,” He said and easily slid inside me, making me cry out “your wish is my command baby.” He started to move and I threw my head back as I moved with him. His name fell from my lips like a prayer as he kissed me over and over again, his hips bucking up into mine. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it as I cried out for him.

“Dean, I’m gonna-GOD!” I yelled

“Let go baby,” he told me, gripping my hips hard “I’m right there, god you’re fucking tight for me!”

I cried out against his mouth as he fucked me through my orgasm, reaching his own as he sucked a dark mark on to my chest.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I opened my eyes, I could smell food. I groaned and felt around for Dean, realizing his side of the bed was cold. I located my clothes and pulled them on, then walked out into my living room to find a sweet sight.

Dean has set up dinner at my kitchen table and was currently rummaging around in my kitchen for god only knew what.

I smiled and watched him as he moved; without a belt around his dress pants, they hung a little lower on his hips, his undershirt wasn’t tucked in and he was wearing his socks, his hair stuck up in all kinds of funny directions as he looked through my cabinets.

“Can I help you find something?” I asked and he turned, wearing a grin on his face.

“Hey sleepyhead.” He greeted me and turned to face me. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as he kissed my forehead. “I was just about to come get you.” He said “where are your plates?”

“Dishwasher,” I told him “you don’t have to get fancy on me, we can eat off the take out plates.”

“I was trying to be sweet,” he said, giving me a playful pout “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, I’m surprised.” I told him and gave him a kiss.

“In that case, we can dig in.” He said and we sat down to eat.

We ate in silence for a while, I glanced from my food up to him, toying with the fried rice on my plate at one point.

“What’re you thinking?” He asked

I sighed

“A lot of things.” I told him honestly

“I can tell,” he said “you’re doing that thing where you bite your lip when you’re concentrating really hard.”

I smiled

“You notice shit like that?” I asked, amused and he nodded.

“You pick at your fingers or your lip when you’re nervous,” he said “or you play with your hair and laugh.”

“What else?” I asked, intrigued

He thought for a second, a sweet, crooked smile forming on his face.

“When you’re really interested in something, your whole face lights up,” he said “first time I saw that face, I was hooked.”

“THAT’S what hooked you? Me geeking out?” I asked “You might want to get your eyes checked.”

He shook his head

“Not because of the context where you made the face,” he said “the way your eyes were sparkling and shining and that adorable smile that crosses your face. I knew I wanted to see that face more.”

I grinned as I looked down and pushed my food around my plate.

“Dean?” I asked

“Yes?” He answered

I looked up and he was holding a steady gaze at me.

“Would you want to,” I started “be my boyfriend? I know it’s kind of sudden, but I really like you and you’re the only one I want to be with.”

He gave me a half grin

“You’re a girl that knows what she wants huh?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yep.” I said

He sighed and asked

“Are you sure? Not any guys your own age you’d rather have?”

I shook my head

“I’ve done my fair share of dating,” I told him “nothing I’ve experienced comes close to what I feel when I’m with you, and that’s something I want to explore.”

He smiled and reached across the table, his hand covering mine.

“I’d like that. Very much.” He said

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