#how am i supposed to write something in just eleven sentences

[squadron-of-damned]

okay so i tortured you with freddy the other time with the character ask meme and now i am going to annoy you again bc you literally made frieda up and i need input on that cunt of a woman

My first impression of them

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you’ve sent me a character I don’t like)

A song that reminds me of them

Describe the character in one sentence

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

A childhood headcanon

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

A weird headcanon

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren’t?)

Feel free to add more that I did not cover/infodump me (ILY, i'm so sorry SYHLJK)

This is going to take me a while.

My first impression of Frieda were questions: "What kind of a person could have raise up Manfred von Karma for him to turn out the way he did? What was her fundamental flaw that they ingrained a trauma of perfectionism into two generations?" (arguably you could cay three generations; Manfred fathered Franziska fairly late) I knew what she needed to be for the story/family tree to make sense, but I also had to figure out how to make it make sense as a self-contained person.

I think that I first began really hating her when I got the idea that she corrected her children's (and their progeny's) grip on writing utensils and cutlery. (As a kid I had always loathed that and it more cemented in me to hold the pens and pencils wrong.) It was fairly late at night and some alcohol might have been involved, so the idea of that crossbred with the idea of "slapping ruler/twig over fingers as corporeal punishment" and it came out as breaking fingers, mostly on accident. Damage to fingers had always creeped the fuck out of me. So... since then I really do not like Frieda. At all. No going back.

Sorry, besides the Ride of the Valkyries I really haven't got anything right now. I'll get to this question at a later date.

"Your parent's control obsessed mother whose upbringing didn't teach them to be nice, but how to get around the rules, and by the gods you live in fear that as the years come you are going to grow up closer and closer to her image."

Hats. Specifically fascinaters. Second is the "First Republic era" (1918-1938) of Czechoslovakia. She is a girl of that era.

Did a lot of those child drawings. Her father never put a single one on display. So she was dedicated to "get better" until her drawings would be "good enough" to make it on the fridge or something the like. That was probably when all the shit began spiraling down...

As a kid she was doing her best to get her father's attention. However, papa was always very busy and didn't have much time for her. She had all the toys she wanted, was free to pursue any education in any field she wished... but papa didn't have time for her and mamma left when she was young. Baby Frieda just wanted someone who cared.

Living with Bernard had consequences and those consequences were Frieda's strange understanding of electronic and electricity. She owned a literal lightning in a bottle, until one day the fuse-box blew out, at which point 70-something old Frieda von Karma put on rubber gloves (for insulation), grabbed the lightning from the bottle, taped it into said fuse box and ever since then the electricity in the house behaves perfectly. Somehow.

She did actually eventually come to love Bernard. She found out a tad too late, though.

Probably fussed over her appearance too much. She had to look "perfect". I suppose a lot of anti-aging cream was involved in her routine.

I... I don't think I have to answer that one, do I? I mean... Take Manfred von Karma's parenting, take away all the honey (and pancakes) from it, then crank it up to eleven.

Seriously, Frieda's fascinaters are an important part of her characteristics for me, because it was the only thing of her she allowed to be expressive. Her demeanor was always poker-face stoic, her paintings were strictly realistic (unless she decided to do a different style, and even so it was a very realistic take). So her fascinaters were a way of communicating to her surroundings how she felt and what was she going through. She would swap them through the day if her mood changed.

#von karma fan family

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Take It Easy (Sam x Reader)

Another eleven-sentence ficlet for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s challenge! Prompt is bolded. Discussion of rough sex but nothing on-screen. 300 words, mature. 

“Jesus,” you mumble, staring as Sam steps out of his jeans and slides back into the bed, skin gold and smile bashful. 

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take it easy on you,” he says, voice all soothing velvet and gravelly promise as he settles on top of you again. 

“Don’t want you to take it easy on me,” you whisper, eyes closed so you don’t have to see, but you feel him go completely still for a split-second — like a wild creature about to bolt at the first sign of danger — before he buries his face in the crook of your neck and exhales shakily.  

“I don’t think you know what you’re askin’ for,” he says, barely audible, lips brushing your collarbone, and his voice cracks when he warns, “I could hurt you.” 

You blurt it out before you can think better of it: “I want it to hurt.” 

You feel the way his chest heaves, like his lungs are too small to contain an inhale that sounds loud in the too-quiet room. 

“Look at me,” he says firmly, and when you do, he’s watching you with a breathtaking intensity, trying to read your expression. You can see desire written all over his face, though, from his flushed cheeks to his dark eyes, and his voice is rough when he asks, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” 

“If you want —” you whisper, and you have to pause, to swallow hard, before finishing: “— to pull my hair, scratch me, bite me, hit me, bruise me… I like it. If you — if you want?” 

Sam grabs your hair and yanks, baring your throat, and all you can do is moan as he drags his teeth up your neck to growl in your ear: “I want.” 

#how am I supposed to write something in just eleven sentences #sam x reader #supernatural fic #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut

[cockslutpadalecki]

I got one! Ari and Bucky #16!

Youre AMAZING

FOMO

Characters: Step Uncle!Ari x Reader x DBF!Bucky.

Words: 331.

Warnings: stepcest, age gap relationship (reader is 18), explicit sexual content, implied fellatio with a fruit, double penetration, bratty!reader, use of shorts/panties as a gag, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), anal sex, 18+.

A/N: I am so sorry it’s taken me two months to write this, but I struggled massively with this pairing, until I had a conversation with @sweeterthanthis and obviously it went in the stepcest direction. Written for my Eleven Sentence challenge. (Very slightly altered) prompt is in bold. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.

“Better not let your Daddy catch you wearing those,” Ari warns as you mindlessly reach for a banana from the fruit bowl, allowing him and the man standing beside him a better view of your barely covered backside. You don’t miss the way Ari’s eyes linger a little too long on your bare legs as you peel the skin away and your gaze falls upon Bucky. Your gut twists remembering the last time the three of you were alone together, and all the filthy things they did to you.

“Good thing he’s not here then, isn’t it?” you goad, parting your lips to slide the phallus shaped object across your tongue and your chest swells with pride, watching the two men visibly react to the way you wrap your mouth around it.

“You’re gonna get us all into trouble, Princess,” Bucky mutters, stepping closer.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask once you’ve swallowed a mouthful, making sure to give your lips a little kitten lick.

“I’m saying that if you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants, we’ll have them around your ankles by lunch.”

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The shorts don’t even make it past your knees— Ari’s brute strength rips the flimsy material away from your body in one perfect tear before he’s shoving them into your mouth, telling you to “be quiet,” as Bucky parts your asscheeks and spits onto your puckered hole, before slowly— inch by inch, spreading you out like butter.

You can’t help but scream around the ruined satin when Ari finally impales you on his cock— the duel motion of one in, one out making it impossible to keep quiet, especially when you coat Ari’s length in your climax.

In the midst of your delirium, you think you hear Bucky whisper, “If only your Daddy could see ya now,” as his hands roam the flesh of your ass, making it ripple with the force of his thrusts, “he’ll be so jealous he’s missing out.”

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#dandywinchesterbras #answered #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction #how am i supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?!

[navybrat817]

Thirsty thots Thursday- share the first thing that comes to mind reading this?

Amber! So, I had this man on my mind and it's perfect for @cockslut-padalecki and her 11 Sentence Challenge. Prompt in bold!

Not Stopping

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: Almost 200, 11 sentences

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Dean Winchester (he's a warning!)

Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Comments and reblogs are encouraged, but do not repost. 18+ please!!!

Dean promised he'd be quick and, like an idiot, you listened to him. It felt like he'd been gripping your hips for hours, pulling you back and forth on his cock with strength that never ceased to amaze you. Your boyfriend, his shocking declaration, chuckled like an asshole when you whined his name. Sam would be back any second and he still didn't know about the two of you. 

The sound of footsteps in the hall made you lift your head, biting your lip to keep from screaming because Dean wasn't stopping. He only fucked you harder, rubbing your clit in quick circles. Your arms shook as you tried to fight off the building orgasm, knowing your cries would fill the entire bunker. It was like he wanted you to get caught. 

"Dean, he'll hear us!"

The relief of his fingers leaving your swollen bundle of nerves was short lived when he gripped the back of your neck and shoved your head down, rutting into you like an animal. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

#navybrat writes #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female reader #how am i supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?! #writing challenge #thirsty thots thursday #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #jensen ackles x reader

[dreamlessinparis]

Little Bit Louder

Pairing: Ari Levinson x F!Reader

Word Count: 245

Warnings: semi public sex, praise, smut, rough sex, 18+, DNI if you’re a minor

A/N: This is a submission for @cockslut-padalecki 's Eleven Sentence Challenge. Congratulations on your milestone, Lisa! You earned it! The prompt is bolded. This challenge was difficult for me cause counting sentences confuses me when there's dialogue involved. Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own!

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

You didn’t know how you ended up here, laid out on the kitchen island of your boss, your whole office in his backyard for the company barbecue, your dress hiked up, underwear hanging from your ankle as his thick cock was splitting you in two. Ari’s thick hands held the underside of your thighs spreading you wide as he continued to spear into you.

“How are you always so fucking tight?” Ari grunted, his hips slapping against yours with each long drag of his cock. “You’re doing so good for me baby but I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

He pushed your knees towards your chest, the new angle making you keen as he hit spots that you had never known existed. Ari hummed in approval, picking up his pace, your loud moans like music to his ears. All you could do was hold on as Ari’s thrusts jolted you on the island and he leaned down burying his face in your chest, placing kisses on the exposed tops of your breasts.

You screamed Ari’s name, arching your back as your orgasm crashed over you, nails digging into his shoulders. Ari groaned in your ear as he came shortly after, ropes of hot cum coating your sensitive walls.

The two of you had barely gotten dressed when the glass door slid open and your manager Steve walked in with a drink in his hand.

Taglist:

@sweeterthanthis

@jobean12-blog

@justile

@beelicious-barnes @fuckandfluff

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming

#how am i supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?! #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfiction

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Summary: While attending a black-tie event, Dean has trouble keeping his hands (and thoughts) to himself.

Warnings: teeny bit of dirty talk and touching, implied future smut

WC: 211

A/N: Took a shot at a drabble for @cockslut-padalecki's Eleven Sentences Challenge! [so close...] Gif credit to @dancewithmejensen and @astronenanena

“What do you say we get out of here?" Dean's lips grazed the shell of your ear as he hugged you from behind, molding his brawny frame to yours.

"Dean, we just got here 10 minutes ago—"

He groaned, burying his forehead in the crook of your neck as he subtly rocked his hips—the feeling of his semi-hard cock grinding against your ass, effectively silencing the witty comment you were about to make.

"You look so damn gorgeous, Y/N...just want to tear that dress off so I can taste every perfect inch of you." His large hands glided over your satin dress, kneading every curve as they roamed dangerously close to your core. “I could just pull your panties to the side, no one will notice…unless you want everyone to know who you belong to."

He chuckled under his breath, caressing your bare arms when you shivered involuntarily. “You like that idea, don’t you, sweetheart? Want me to bend you over the bar in front of all these people, and bury my cock deep in that perfect little—“

You snatched his hand, ignoring Sam's inquisitive gaze and the prying eyes of a few partygoers as you dragged Dean out of the ballroom, in search of the nearest coat closet.

#how am I supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?! #the eleven sentence challenge #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x fem!reader #dean winchester drabble #writing challenge #look at me trying to drabble lol

[anotherwritersblog]

Title: Apple Pies & Open Thighs

Pairings: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count: 263

Warnings: hint of domesticity, implied smut

Author's Note: I've been staring at the board in my pictures for the last week, and decided to post it and leave it this time. It was done for @cockslut-padalecki Eleven Sentence Challenge I came across last weekend. I'm in a better mindset today to post, so enjoy. 💖 Mistakes are my own.

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere

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After hours of slaving away in the kitchen, filling the sink to the brim, and gracing just about every surface in the room with flour, you were finally able to take the apron off and gaze upon your masterpiece.

A homemade, steaming, golden apple pie in all its glory, sat upon the stove.

Almost within minutes, Andy was walking through the door frame, following the scent straight to you. “Smells just as good as it looks, my love. Can I have a bite?” His arms wrapped around your torso, bringing you closer into him, and leaning in to leave a little love bite on your neck.

“If you want it, you better work for it,” you giggled, brushing your hands through the little bristles along his cheeks, and up into his hair.

“You know I’ll do anything for a taste, just tell me what I need to do.”

His hands began roaming your body, fingers soon dancing along the hem of your dress, his lips trailing down your neck and across your collarbone, eliciting small moans from your mouth.

As thoughts of feeling that beard between your thighs swirled around your mind, a simple grin slowly spread across your lips, knowing exactly what you were going to ask of him first, as it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Start with the dishes, then we'll go from there, sweetheart,” jumping on the counter and spreading your legs wide, Andy took to your orders so he could soon indulge in the even better sweet slice of heaven perched upon his granite top.

#how am I supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?! #cockslut padalecki #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber drabble #andy barber imagine #andy barber smut #anotherwritersblog writing

[fangirlextraordinaire]

Wandering Hands

Summary: Your husband wants to liven up the event you're at and he knows the perfect way to do it. Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader Warnings: Fingering, coming in public (is that a warning?) WC: 407

Written for @cockslut-padalecki's Eleven Sentence Writing Challenge (prompt is bolded). This was way harder than it sounds!

Everyone thought your husband Lee Bodecker was a sweet, timid, shy kind of guy but you knew the truth: Lee was an absolute horndog who made porn look tame. Currently, the two of you were sat the back of the room at some police banquet that no one cared about. Lee had been trying for the last 10 minutes to get you to lighten up the festivities, mainly by letting him make you come in this room full of people.

"Babe, we're back here all alone. I could just pull your panties to the side, no one will notice", he says as his hand finds its target.

Using his pinky, he pulls your now-useless thong aside and rubs two skilled fingers up and down your slit.  Knowing you could be interrupted at any moment, he wastes no time in delving his fingers in your cunt, searching for the one spot that always makes you sing for him.  With him having teased you all through the night, it doesn't take long for you to reach your peak, biting down on your napkin to muffle your groans of pleasure.

As you recover, he looks you in the eye as he licks his fingers, looking like the devil himself.  Yanking him out of his seat, he finds his boss to make your apologies for leaving early but you weren't feeling very well. You were so thankful you drove instead of using Uber because you had every intention of paying him back on the way home.

#lee bodecker x reader #eleven sentence challenge #how am I supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?!

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Showing Off (Steve x Reader)

Eleven sentences for @cockslut-padalecki​! Prompt is in bold. Major dom!Steve vibes and a whole claiming/marking thing happening. 352 words, mature. 

“That’s what you’re wearing today?” Steve asks, and you know he’s watching your ass, the lower curves of it exposed under the hem of your barely-there cutoffs as you bend forward, pretending to examine the contents of the fridge. 

“You said it was just a casual team lunch, right?” you ask innocently, glancing back over your shoulder. 

Steve doesn’t even bother to pretend that he wasn’t staring; he raises a stern eyebrow, jaw clenched, radiating disapproval, and you have to fight to keep your expression blank as you straighten up and turn to face him. 

“They’re a little short,” he says, and the words come out terse and clipped, his voice dropping into the low, forceful tone you associate with all sorts of delicious punishments. 

“Aw, don’t get all Forties and scandalised on me now,” you tease — and you know that’s not it, but goddamn, it’s fun (and easy) to get Steve all riled up. 

Steve gets up abruptly, prowling closer, slow and intent as he warns, “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch.” 

“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing, but I don’t think I’ve ever said no to a bathroom quickie,” you laugh, breathless, heat twisting through you as Steve crowds into your space. He backs you against the counter with his hands braced on either side of you so you’re caged by his body. 

“Team lunch is going to be a picnic in the middle of Central Park — even I’m not that much of an exhibitionist — but that’s not what I mean,” he growls. “If you want everybody staring at your ass, that’s up to you, but I’m not going to let them forget who it belongs to… so if you’re going to show off, you’ll be showing off my handprints, too.” 

It takes you a second to collect yourself, but then you turn your back to him, fumbling with your zipper, muttering, “Go on, might as well get it over with... mark me up so everyone knows I’m yours.” 

#how am i supposed to write something in just eleven sentences? #steve rogers fic #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut

[moosekateer13]

Cockslut-Padalecki’s Eleven Sentence Challenge Masterlist

Unapologetic

Night Moves

#How am I supposed to write something in just eleven sentences #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #john winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer 13

[cockslutpadalecki]

For your challenge...

12. Sam Winchester. Praise kink.

Please and thank you.

And also congratulations on your massive milestone, Lisa!!

Much Love,

@thinkinghardhardlythinking x

Sammy’s Big Cock

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader.

Words: 329.

Warnings: size kink (ish), praise kink, female/male masturbation, explicit sexual content, 18+.

A/N: We all know Sam is well endowed, this just reaffirms the headcanon. I hope this lives up to your expectation, Sai. And let me just explain about the title; I put that as a joke while writing it but @deanwanddamons​ told me I had to keep it so... it gets the point across though, doesn’t it? Betas: @princessmisery666 and @deanwanddamons but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.

Sam Winchester is a behemoth of a man— a Herculean statue carved from pure marble, every ridge and divot of his muscles sculpted to within an inch of perfection, taking time and care to smooth out any imperfections. The Gods gifted him with every attribute you daydreamed of as a horny teenager, but no amount of dry humping and over-the-trouser action could’ve truly prepared you for the size of his cock.

Just the thought of trying to get him to fit inside you makes heat coil in your belly— enjoying every slick inch that opens you up like a flower, all while Sam praises you for being his good little girl, peppering soft kisses across your collarbone and into the juncture of your neck, until desperation takes over and he’s licking his tongue along the seam of your lips before capturing them in rough open-mouthed kisses as you feel his hips meet your ass with a deep groan.

You can feel that familiar warmth right now, making your pussy lips damp as you watch Sam kneeling between your thighs, leisurely pumping his shaft, while breathy little moans tumble from his parted mouth.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” Sam reminds you softly, sliding his spare hand up your thigh. “You were so good letting me put it all in last time baby,” he adds, smirking as two of his thick fingers quickly breach your heat and you let out a throaty gasp. “Look at this greedy little pussy sucking me in.”

“Fuck, oh god, I know, but it’s just s-so… big,” you admit breathlessly, looking up at him through thick lashes, your cheeks hot under the intensity of his stare. “Sometimes it hurts.”

He lets out a small laugh at the compliment as he crooks his fingers inside you, relishing in the whine that leaves your throat and the quick arch of your back. “Then I better spend some time getting you really fucking wet, shouldn’t I?”

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#anon #answered #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #jared padalecki fanfiction #how am i supposed to write something in just eleven sentences?!

[hintsofhoney]

Make Me

Paring(s): Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like the words, “Make me.”

Tags: 18+, reader being bratty, Bucky threatening to do something about it

Word Count: 298

A/N: Written for @cockslut-padalecki‘s Eleven Sentence Challenge! Maybe I’ll get inspired for a continuation of this one day... Congrats on your milestone, Lisa!

You can also read me on Ao3!

BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST | MCU MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, quite happy with the outfit you had chosen for yourself for you and Bucky’s day out on the town. Half of your ass hung out of the shorts you were wearing, which you knew would drive Bucky mad – but that was the point; you knew that there was no way he’d let you leave the house looking like this – which gave you the perfect opportunity to be a brat about it. 

“I’m ready when you are, d – What the hell are you wearing?” he questioned as he came into your shared bedroom. 

You turned around to face him in the outfit you had chosen; something that was probably bordering on public indecency with the amount of skin you were showing.

“A cute outfit,” you replied with a shrug, fighting back a smirk as you watched his jaw clench. 

“I hope to God that doesn’t count as an outfit these days. If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch – and not in a way that you’ll like,” he said gruffly, raising one eyebrow to let you know that he wasn’t messing around.

His words went straight to your core as you let the smirk that you had been holding back come to your lips; you knew the next words that you were about to utter would be it for you.

“Make me.”

Bucky took a deep breath before closing the bedroom door and making his way towards you, his eyes becoming darker with each step he took.

“Looks like those shorts will be around your ankles before lunch – and when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit down properly for dinner.”

#how am I supposed to write something in just elevensentences?! #eleven sentence challenge #bucky barnes x reader #dom!bucky barnes

[dreamlessinparis]

Price of Living

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Lee x F!Reader

Word Count: 262

Warnings: alluding to manipulation, rough sex, mean Lee, 18+, DNI if you’re a minor

A/N: This is a submission for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentence Challenge. Congratulations on your milestone, Lisa! You earned it! The prompt is bolded. This challenge was difficult for me cause counting sentences confuses me when there's dialogue involved. So thank you to @sweeterthanthis for looking it over, and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for checking them after I'd made some changes. Love you both😘 Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own!

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

Lee grabbed the nape of your neck, holding you in place, maneuvering your hips with his other hand, and pulling you up on your knees. Your pussy was presented to him like a meal and he licked his lips wanting nothing more than to bury his tongue in you but his hard cock was making it difficult to focus on much else.

Your kids were asleep just on the other side of the wall and he knew you wouldn’t want them to hear you getting fucked like the slut you were, nor about your deal with the sheriff, the same deal that was keeping your family afloat. You moaned as he ran the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your juices before he pushed into you in one rough thrust, bottoming you. The hand on your neck tightened when you moaned louder as he pulled out, slamming back in, in the same motion. His rhythm was brutal, fucking you into the bed, and your sounds only increased as he found the spot that made your mind go blank.

“Keep it down darlin’ if you don’t want your kids to hear you,” Lee warned. Your head nodded as you understood him but you were so blissfully fucked out that you weren’t really hearing, sounds still falling from your lips. Your fingers gripped the sheets, letting out a semi-loud scream as Lee’s finger found your clit rubbing rapid circles.

“You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping,” he said, shoving your head further into the sheets.

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[wayward-dreamer]

You Heard Me

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Female!Reader

Word count: 260

Summary: Lance is sick of Y/N’s rambling, suggesting what she can do with her mouth instead of complaining about him.

Warnings: Slight dub con, implied smut

A/N: I wrote this for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentence Challenge! Never thought I’d write something for Lance, but I couldn’t resist when the idea came to me. Hope you like it Lisa, our mutual favourite asshole just for you! <3

Lance walked into his office, the blinds open on one of the windows in order to keep an eye on the girls as they trained on the balance beam. He watched them with an annoyed scowl, rolling his eyes as he spotted Y/N, who immediately started walking towards the room, anger and determination on her features, as she stalked into the room and slammed the door behind her.

“You really have nothing to say to me, Tucker?” she asked, shaking her head as she glared at him when he didn’t say a word.

“What exactly do you want to me say, Y/L/N?”

“Maybe you can start by apologizing for your dumbass, completely untrue comments about my team, or the fact that you tried to make a deal to get one of them on yours, or maybe-” she rambled, flinching as Lance pulled the blinds down, the sudden sound cutting her off.

“I’m so sick of your voice.” His annoyance morphing into amusement as he saw her glare still intact. “Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he smirked, leaning against the desk and spreading his legs, accentuating his bulge in his sweatpants as the fabric pulled across the crotch.

The smirk and the implication were enough to make her want to slap him, but against her better judgement she found herself walking over to him and dropping to her knees to tug his pants down, pulling a groan from his lips as she wrapped hers around his impressive length.

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