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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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Saving your bacon

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x medicstudent!reader

Theme : Light on angst, more heavy of fluff

Word count : 3.4k

I feel like something’s missing but I’m not sure what it is and I don’t wanna keep this in my draft so I’m just gonna drop and dip. Oh, and I wanted to switch up and play around with reader’s personality instead of sticking to one so this time around, reader is more (idk how to explain) but more bright????? And I also don’t want to write her as someone struggling with her studies just because I think I have seen the same plot a few times around so let’s just say she enjoyed doing what she did. I know you asked for more angry Charles but for some reason I found him more of a people pleaser so it’s hard to write him getting angry at the crowd. 😭

Warnings, inaccurate medical term and procedure, as usual.

Requested!

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Charles was catching up to his favourite series, all sluggish and slothful on his day off when he heard your footsteps and humming got closer and closer to which he immediately took a cushion near him and laid down, pretending to sleep.

“Oh?” Your little skip stopped when you reached the living room. You were so, completely sure he was awake because you sworn you heard him laughed at one of the jokes on the television a few minutes ago. Stepping closer, you saw the way his lashes slightly fluttered as he bit the inside of his lip, holding his smile from exposing his little trick. “You are not sleeping!” You called out and chortled, quickly placing your medical files on the tea table before diving into his embrace, making him groaned from the sudden impact. “I caught you!”

“You got the wind knocked out of me, baby.” He moved a little so you could settle down by his side. “What do you need me to do today?”

“How do you know I was gonna ask for your help?” You cackled in his arm at the way he looked completely unfazed with your requests by now.

“Because this isn’t the first time. I just knew how your steps would sound like if you needed my help.”

“Yeah? How does it sound like?” You sat up and his hand snaked its way under your shirt instantly.

“Can’t explain it in words. Lay down or sit up?”

“Lay down! Wait,” You took back your medical files and scanned through your notes. “Oh, wait! No, no! Sit up and turn that way.”

“That way?”

“Yeah! And close your eyes! I’ll be right back.”

Charles had his eyes shut, sitting up straight facing the balcony of his apartment while trying to catch up with the dialogs coming from the tv series he was watching. “No way! I missed the important scene, did– ouch!” He jolted to the front when something cold was pressed on his neck, sending shiver up to her head. “Babe, what was that?!”

“Ice pack! Sit back down!” You pulled him back and placed the ice pack back on what you imagine the pain would be.

“It’s cold! Can’t we just pretend to use an ice pack instead of– cold! Babe, it’s cold! Instead of using actual ice pack?” You held him by his shirt to stop him from moving away while you repetitively went back to scan through your notes.

“Stay still! I’m trying to get these right! Oh, I need to move it in circular motion and never let it sit for more than 20 minutes on the same spot.” You leaned against his back and giggled. “I nearly gave you frostbite!”

“Are we done yet, babe?” He tilted his head to the side to catch your eyes, while still obeying every instructions.

“Wait, let me do one last check on the C1 and C2 first.”

Charles had always been your some sort of medical dummy ever since you started your medical school residency. You would always come to him whenever you needed to revise some of the notes that you had written as you went through different types of medical or surgical problems. Thought it looked more like you were trying to disturb your boyfriend’s peace, it actually helped you a lot. And though it looked like your boyfriend was trying to hide and ran away whenever you needed his help, he was actually excited to be apart of your dummy, claiming to be his some sort of contribution to your career.

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“Oh, this is sour! Babe, give it a try.” His face was all wrinkled up as he tried to feed you the fruit to which you refused. “Try it.”

“I don’t like sour berries!”

“It’s good though.” He popped another one into his mouth and shivered when the sourness hit, causing you to laugh.

“Your face doesn’t seem like it. I think I picked the wrong batch, baby. We need to let it ripe a little longer.” You sprinkled some salt into the the pot before letting it stir. Charles was too busy chumbling on the berries to realise that you had been staring at him with your arms folded.

“So,” You spoke and he stopped chewing.

“Why? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, but let’s say you come in with your nose bleeding.” You moved closer, half leaning your body against his side with your head tilted up so you could admire his pretty face.

“Ah, so we are doing this?” He pushed the berries away and propped both hand on the kitchen counter. “Okay, let’s pretend my nose is bleeding. What’s next?”

“And I asked you how did your nose bleed. What would you say?”

“Babe, I’m completely lost with whatever topic or disease you are proposing right now.” He hummed, eyes wandered away to think of an answer. “I would say “How I would know, doctor. That’s your job to find out.””

“Charles!” You bursted out laughing and he chuckled along, casually left a soft pinch on your cheek.

“I don’t know, pretty. What should I say?”

“Let’s say you got into a mild accident a few hours ago but you refused to go to the hospital because you thought you were fine but then!” You dramatically gasped and Charles’s eyes widen in amusement. “Then you started feeling blockage in breathing. This is one of the symptoms for?”

His lips curved downwards as he shrugged. “I don’t know. Flu?”

“Wrong!”

“Dang it, that was my best shot. What is it then?”

You giggled and stood on your toes to kiss on his cheek. Charles would always try to answer your questions though he never got any of it right but you just found it adorable how he never gave up because he said he would get it right one day. “Septal hematoma! I need to drain it before it collapses your nasal bridge.”

“Really?! Wow, never knew that. How do you drain it?”

“You are gonna fall asleep before I even start explaining the first procedure. Oh, are we still going to the event tonight?”

“What event?” He raised his brow and his mouth went wide when he realised about it. He was talking about an event a few weeks ago and you decided to tag along. You were rarely seen attended any of his weekend events. Even more after you started your practical and though he never said anything about it, you still felt guilty about it, especially when you saw his pictures at any events that you didn’t attend, all alone while most of his friends would have their partners by their side.

He was a little dubious when you told him you wanted to attend his next event. He didn’t want to make it seems as if he was forcing you to do something that you didn’t want to because he knew both of you have different schedules and accountability as a student and an athlete, or public figure. You had to reassure him that it was something you wanted to do, not because you felt like he was forcing you in some sort of way. A fresh breath of air was the reason that you came up with, professing that you needed to get away from your cases this weekend.

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“Are you sure you want to go?”

“I’m all dressed up!” You clipped on your left earrings and gave a little twirl. You had chosen a satin dress with crisscross backless as it would be the perfect dress considering the event was more leaning towards an informal night out vibe. “Why?You don’t… want me to go?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, babe.” He held your hand, wrapping both of his and your arms on your waist as he turned you around, making you faced the mirror. “You are literally the most beautiful doctor I have ever seen.” He stared at your reflection admiringly, giving a soft smile when he locked his eyes with yours in the mirror and pecked on your neck.

“Nice try, handsome but I’m not a qualified one yet.”

“But you will be.”

“Not if I fail my residency.” You spun your body to face him, hands on his shoulders as you found yourself getting butterflies from seeing his face up close, even after all these years.

“Did you forget how many times you made me suffer with all those on hand practices? It’s impossible for you to fail.” He stole a kiss on your newly applied gloss and left the room before you could scream at him.

“Stop kissing me when I got my lip gloss on!”

“Can’t help myself. Come on, we gotta go.”

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“Is this normal?” You blinked as Charles made the final turn towards the entrance of the club. There were tons of people with cameras hung around their neck gathered in front of the building. They would congregate towards every cars regardless of who it was.

“No, not at all. It might have something to do with the other event that is happening at the casino, I think.” Charles saw you clasped your hands together on your lap and knew what you were feeling even when he didn’t see your face. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a little surprised.”

“It’s okay. I’m not gonna leave you behind. Don’t let go of my hand okay?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and was going to unlock the door, when he stopped himself. “No, babe, hold on. Wait for me.” You retreated your hand from the shotgun door as he hopped off the car. Charles handed his car key to the valet staff who greeted him as he walked around to get to your side. You saw the flash went off, following your boyfriend all the way to your side. Though the front windscreen window was half tinted, you could still see how bright it was.

“Ready?” Charles leaned in, one hand gripped on the door seal and other arm at the end of his car roof to make sure you felt safe and had the people blocked before your could step out.

“Ready!”

He offered a hand, while keeping his other on still gripping of the weatherstrip so the door wouldn’t be opened too wide. “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” He brushed his lips on your cheek before moving away so you could step out.

The first few interactions with the fans were fine. He was handed notebooks, caps, and shirts to be signed. Even a few selfies here and there. You were gripping on his jacket, a little uneasy when you heard a few men with cameras started shouting and scream. At first it sounded far, as if it came from the casino so it shouldn’t be a problem to you. Soon enough, the shouting went louder as if it was brought closer to you by a wave and the fans who were asking for Charles’s autographs and pictures began yelling out to stop the shove and push. Charles heard the commotion and intertwined his hand with yours before making his way to the building before it got any worse.

The flashes suddenly went off to your direction and you could barely see where you should placed your heels, your free hand immediately tried to shield your face. Even some of the fans from earlier started to get shoved around, some even used it as an opportunity to take closer pictures of both you and Charles.

“Charles..” You breathed out, feeling yourself getting pushed. You could feel the crowd getting closer as you tried go get out of the way. He didn’t reply but you could feel his grip on your hand getting more firm as he tried to step away from the crowd.

“Don’t push!”

“Give them space!”

You kept on hearing the words being shouted over and over amongst the crowd but you still felt all closed up with them getting closer and closer regardless of the orders. You let out a gasp when you lost your balance as the crowd started pushing one another, causing a few of them to accidentally inclined towards you.

He stopped and turned back, looking all worried. “You okay? Baby, here. Hold my arm.” You regained your composure and held, more like clinging on his arm while your other hand still fully secured in his. It felt like forever for you to pass your way through the throng, even with the help of the person in charged because none of them even bother to listen and kept on pushing one another towards you.

“Stop it!”

You heard another howl from one of the crowd when you stumbled back as few people were pushed in front of you, the impact caused your hand to slip away from Charles when you tried to move away from the pack of people, your arms were pressed on your chest while you swayed back and forth from constantly being pushed from every sides.

“Y/N– excuse me!” Charles tried to get back to you but he got pushed back by the crowd even more.

“I can’t– !” He heard you called out to him before your voice was swamped with voices amongst the number of people.

You tried to wrap your arms around your body, feeling as if you taking up the space was the reason why you felt suffocating and squeezed up but a sudden shove caused you to jerk forward. You tried stop your fall with your hand but the impact sent a jolt of pain on your wrist. The pain made you wince as you tried to retract your hand but it was stepped on over and over by the number of feet around you.

“Charles, here.”

He was pulled out from the crowd and was being assisted, more like dragged towards the entrance of the building before he stepped back. “I need to get back to my girlfriend.”

“Leave it to us.”

“No.” He sprinted back out and tried to scan amongst the crowd. It got a little under control now that they had enforced more people in charge though the pushing and shoving was still going on.

“Please let me pass..” It took you a while to get back on your feet and tried to squeeze your way out when a camera was thumped on your face, causing your head to tilt. You couldn’t see anything else other than constant flash and light. You started choking back tears and dabbed on your philtrum when it felt like something warm trickled down your nose.

You tried to move away, hand kept on wiping your philtrum as the blood was still leaking down your nose when you felt a firm grip on your arm, yanking you away and out from the crowd. Charles had saw you in the midst and just grabbed on whatever he could get. The grip was harder that he had wished for but he needed to get you somewhere safe, regardless whatever force he had to use.

Your face was forcefully crashed against something hard but you were too beat to repudiate that you continued to cry against the embrace. It was when the familiar scent hit you when you finally realised it was your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. I’m so, so, sorry.”

You refused to pull away, your whole body was aching but the stroke on your hair and the strong grip on your back made you feel safe, away from the furore. “I was– “ You sobbed. “I was so scared.”

He could feel you trembling in his hold, your head tried to look back to make sure you were really away from the people. “Y/N– Y/N, look at me. Baby, look at me. You’re okay. I got you. You’re okay.”

He leaned away but you could still feel his body latching against yours. “Fuck, you’re bleeding.” Holding your face in his hands, he started scanning through your pretty face. That was when he actually saw the bruise on your temple, your bloody nose and your flushed cheeks. When he caught you by your arm earlier, he was a little at eased as it felt like you weren’t harm but you were far from it. You kept on sobbing, your hand wiped on your tears that was threaten to fall from your chin. “Let’s go home, alright? I’m taking you home.”

Charles wrapped his arm on your waist as you leaned against him while he tried to get you to his just newly parked car.

“Y/N, a picture!” One of the paparazzi snatched on your sprained arm, causing you to shriek in pain.

“Hands off my girl.” He pushed the guy away, feeling so close to land a punch on that face but he had to hold himself from causing any scene that he knew would feed these people even more. Instead of placing his hand back to your waist, he lifted you up in his arms as you placed one arm across his neck, the sprained arm to your chest. He didn’t know you had any other injury because your hand was out of his sight the whole time.

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“Is your nose still bleeding?”

“I think so…” You dabbed the tissue that Charles had given to you when he got in the car and still found a fresh, wet blood stained.

“Keep on pinching your nose, alright?”

“Where did you learn how to treat nosebleed?” You tilted your head to the side and stared at your boyfriend in surprise.

“From my doctor girlfriend.” He gave your hair a stroke and pressed on the pedal as the light turned green.

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“Baby, stay there. I’m gonna get the first aid kit.” He left you and rummaged through the kitchen drawers. “Let’s treat your wrist first.”

You winced and pulled your arm away when he wanted to place it on his lap. “It hurts..” You didn’t think it was that bad but it still hurt. The tears started to fill your eyes again but you looked away so it wouldn’t roll down onto your already wet cheeks.

“Oh, was it too harsh? Sorry, baby.” He scooted closer and tried to place your hand on his lap more gentle this time. “Here. I’m gonna use– yeah, I’m gonna use the one with velcro.”

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Yeah, I have seen you did it to me before.”

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Charles groaned a little when he heard you placed all sort of stuffs in front of him. “Babe, can I borrow your hand?” He heard you whispered as you sat cross legged on the floor.

“Right now, baby? Let me sleep 5 more minutes.”

“You can just keep on laying down.” You replied as you pull his hand from under his head. He was laying on his stomach on the couch before you disturbed his peace with the first add kid and your notes with you. “I just need your hand.” He is still in the same position, just his arm dangling from the end of the couch.

“Like this,” He heard you kept on murmuring, as if you were chanting something whilst he was trying to get back to sleep. “and this,” He peered at you first with a frown and soon after a smile formed on his lips. “around the thumb,” You were completely focused on wrapping his hand with the compression bandage, completely unaware and thinking he was still sound asleep. He would always find the little wrinkles in between your brows whenever you were too focused on some things made you look so adorable so instead of dozing back, he was gazing at you with fondness.

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“I thought you were asleep when I wrapped your hand!”

“I wasn’t. Your little mumble kept me awake.” He rolled the elastic compression bandage around your wrist one last time before securing it with the velcro. “There you go. Did I do I right?”

“Yeah!” You held your now fully wrapped wrist. “I think you did it better than me.”

Charles had left you again to get an ice pack and you leaned against the back pillows. You were expecting neon lights and loud music before you left the house, not coming back with bleeding nose, bruise, and a sprained wrist.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, just a little overwhelm. Can we cuddle?” He then took a spot next to you, ice pack still in hand as as you leaned your head on his shoulder. His hand is on your back while you propped your legs on his laps.

“How did you get those bruise on your head?”

“One of the man accidentally hit me on the face but I don’t think it was on purpose.” You were playing with his necklace when dabbed the ice pack on your temple, causing you to move away. “It’s cold!”

“Oh, so now it’s cold? Was it warm when you dabbed it on my neck for no reason a few days ago?” He pulled you closer to dab the ice pack back on your bruise. “Baby, stay still!”

“I’m getting brain freeze! Stop it!” You giggled and pushed him away.

“You are overreacting! It’s not even 20 minutes yet.”

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 7 months

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Comfortable Honeymoon

Summary - Part 35 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: Before we dive into this chapter I just want to take a moment to express my sincere gratitude to each and every one of you who reads and engages with these chapters each week. I love and appreciate all of you! And since there still seems to be an audience for this story I’m excited to keep writing and see where the future leads for this couple. Thanks again and much love!

Once again - Smut warning

You wake up in the comfy bed wrapped in the soft comforter and Dean’s strong arms. You attempt to roll over but he tightens his grip and pulls you closer to his chest.

“Too early. Stay,” he grumbles without opening his eyes.

“I agree, but my bladder thinks otherwise. I promise I’ll come right back.”

“Fine. Hurry up,” he sighs, loosening his grip.

You slip out of his arms and rush into the bathroom taking care of your bladder before returning to your warm home in his arms. He kisses your head when you settle back in place. “So, sexy husband, what have you got planned for our honeymoon?”

“How about not leaving this room and repeating last night’s activities until we fully make up for the past few months?”

“I wouldn’t object to that. I just hope real food fits in there somewhere.”

“Course. But I have a different breakfast in mind first.” He rolls you both over and starts lazily kissing you. You instantly kiss him back. His hands slip down your body to the hem of his shirt that he dressed you in after carrying you out of the bath. He pushes it up your body, lightly grazing his fingertips over the bare skin of your stomach. Despite the passion and intimacy in the air, his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps that tickle; you let out an involuntary laugh and arch away from his touch. He gives you an inquisitive look and repeats the movement dragging more giggles out of you. Loving the sound almost as much as your moans he doubles down, fully tickling your sides as you laugh and squirm around under him. You try to capture his hands and make him stop but instead, he catches both of your hands in one of his and pins them on the bed above your head and takes the chance you kiss you softly before giving you a chance to catch your breath.

When he pulls away he says, “Since someone ruined the mood, how about I take you out for breakfast?”

“Hey! Don’t you blame me!” you say, giggling and trying to free your hands from his grip. He shoots you a wink and pecks your lips before sitting up and releasing your hands. The second he frees you, you dive into him pinning him down on the bed kissing a trail from his face, down his neck and bare torso.

“You better finish what you’re starting, Sweetheart,” he breathes out, watching you with renewed desire.

You continue your trail south along his V-line to the waistband of his boxers. You pull the elastic between your teeth and release it, letting it snap back against his skin, drawing a hiss out of him as you meet his eyes studying his reaction. He gives you a warning look, begging you to stop teasing as you slowly drag your hand up his inner thigh. He groans as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh?” you tease, bringing your hand close to his straining bulge before sliding it back down his thigh, dragging another groan from his throat.

“Okay, Baby, you’ve made your point. Please. Fuck. I need you…your hands, mouth, anything.”

You can tell it’s taking all of his willpower to not flip you over and take control, so you decide to give in. You pull his now tight boxers down his thick thighs and push them onto the floor. His hard dick stands up against his stomach as he fists his hands in the comforter anticipating your next move. You wrap your hand around his dick moving it up and down slowly causing him to throw his head back and moan loudly.

“Like that, Baby? Is this what you want?” You ask.

“Ye-yeah, just like that. So good, Baby,” he stutters out.

You slide your thumb over the tip spreading the bead of precum as you drag your hand down to the base. Then you lower your face level so you can leave a light kiss on the head before licking a stripe along a prominent vein from base to tip. He continues moaning out expletives along with your name as you take his member into your mouth as deep as you can manage without gagging. One of his hands finds a home in your hair just holding you there, he doesn’t push or place any pressure in his grip, letting you stay in control and only do what you’re comfortable with. You continue moving your hand along what you can’t fit in your mouth. You pull back slowly before bobbing back down, but as you do he ruts his hips up forcing his dick into your throat causing you to gag. He instantly apologises and tries to control himself and stay still. You pull back briefly to catch your breath as your hand keeps working him over. After a few moments, you do your best to relax your throat and take him down again even deeper, focusing on not gagging. Bobbing your head at a steady pace his moans restart.

“Fuck…Y/N…I’m not gonna last…you’re so good…so close…”

You feel his dick twitch in your throat and slowly pull off him, replacing your mouth with your hand. You slide your hand up and down at a steady pace drawing out his orgasm until he moans even louder and paints his stomach with ropes of white cum. You help him ride it out and then pull away completely letting him catch his breath and compose himself. You stand up and pass him some tissues from the nightstand before disappearing into the ensuite for a much-deserved shower. It’s not long before you feel Dean’s arms circling you from behind under the warm water. He kisses your neck softly.

“You’d better not be angling for round two. I’m actually starving…for actual food,” you sigh, leaning into his embrace.

“I can’t even return the favour?”

“Then you’d just be ready for sex by the time you’re done and then we won’t get breakfast until lunchtime. We have the rest of our lives to do this, after this shower I just want food.”

“Alright. I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll look up a good place for breakfast,” he says, a little defeated as he kisses your neck once more and steps out of the shower.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Enjoy your shower, I’ll come in and clean up once you’re done.”

You smile to yourself as you hear the door close behind him and quickly finish off your shower not wanting to prolong the wait until breakfast or leave Dean sitting there waiting too long. You wrap yourself in a towel and go into the living area to let Dean shower and then get dressed. But as you look around you realise you only came with the clothes on your back. You dig through Dean’s bag for a clean flannel and slip that on along with your underwear from the day before.

When Dean comes back out of the bathroom fully dressed he gives you a confused look. “I thought you wanted to go out for breakfast? As much as I love this look on you, I’d prefer this stayed just for me.”

You bite your lip and look down at the bed. “I didn’t bring anything. I wasn’t entirely sure you were gonna agree to my plan, so I didn’t exactly plan past that conversation…” you admit quietly.

He nods understandingly and grabs the keys to the Impala as he slips out into the hall without a word. You scroll aimlessly on your phone while waiting for him to come back. You jump out of bed when you hear the knock at the door. You cautiously open it and then let him back in. He dumps a bag similar to his own on the end of the bed.

“I never unpacked before I left, just added more,” he says.

You unzip the duffle bag and start rifling through it. You pull out a clean outfit: underwear, jeans, and a t-shirt and quickly slip into the bathroom to change and then slip his flannel back over the top as you come back into the living area.

“Much better. Let’s go get you fed,” he says as he admires you.

“You’re always so prepared and looking after me. Best husband ever.”

“Anything for you, Mrs Winchester. Now come on,” he says as he takes your hand and pulls you close. He grabs the essentials and then leads you down to the car.

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Dean pulls up in front of another fancy restaurant and you look out at it in awe and then sigh. “We can’t afford to live like this…how much is that room costing per night? Are you forgetting we don’t get paid for what we do?”

“Let me worry about that. I just want to treat you.”

“Dean…”

“Just one more day in this fantasy and then we’ll downgrade to greasy diner food and a dingy motel room. I just want at least a full 24 hours of giving you the honeymoon and glimpse of the life I wish I could provide.”

“Lucky for you, I’m far too hungry to argue this further right now.”

“Come on then.”

You both climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant hand-in-hand. You’re led to a table in the corner with a panoramic view of the beach. While you know Dean would never go down there with you you can’t help but long to feel the soft, golden sand between your toes and the salty water on your skin. He doesn’t miss your fleeting look as you glance out at the view.

“Eat first,” he says, handing you a menu.

You give him a confused look and then avert your attention to the menu. He quickly glances through the pages then out at the view and then settles his eyes on you.

“You know what you want already? You wanted to come to this fancy place, be adventurous, Dean.”

“What’re you talking about? Adventure’s my middle name.”

“So you’re not planning to get a black coffee with pancakes and a side of bacon?”

He opens and closes his mouth a few times like a fish and then picks the menu back up. You smirk and shake your head at him as you page back through your own menu deciding on your meal. A few moments later a waitress comes over to take your order.

“I’ll have the chef’s special omelette and a mocha latte,” you say confidently.

“Uh, I’ll have the…uh…chicken and waffle sandwich and a…” he stutters.

“And he’ll have a caramel flat white,” you cut in. He gives you a warning glare to which you just roll your eyes. “Make it a full black. The man doesn’t like flavour.”

The waitress notes down your orders and then goes back to the kitchen.

“You call that sweet milky crap flavour? It’s tooth-rotting.”

“I expect that from Sam, not you. And anyway, it’s better than the bitter crap you call coffee.”

“It’s pure, just how God intended it.”

“Like you care what God intended.” You shake your head at him smiling. You love your playful banter; it’s lighthearted and comforting, unlike your innumerable heated arguments. In the moment you’re really glad you let Dean talk you into staying in this fantasy a little longer, letting you get a glimpse at what your life could be like if you just bit the bullet and stopped hunting.

Noticing your mind is wandering he reaches across the table and holds your hand, rubbing soothing patterns with his thumb. “Hey, where’s your head at? Not regretting any of this I hope.”

“Never. I’ve wanted this for so long, I could never regret it…Just thinking about how much I love you and what our lives could be if things were different.”

“I’m gonna make sure you get the life you want, I promise, I don’t care what it takes.”

“Don’t say it like that. It’s not the life I want if you’re not in it.”

He just nods and then the waitress returns with your drinks. You take a small, tentative sip and hum softly at the sweet, chocolatey flavour. Dean smiles at your satisfaction and the air is instantly lighter, the dark subject left to be discussed further at a later time, neither of you wanting to ruin the fantasy just yet.

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DiapOut: Chapter 29

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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“Now, I know what you all are thinking! Round Two was so blushy that it seems almost impossible to think we could outdo ourselves!” shouted Cassi, pacing back and forth across her platform until coming to a full stop on her mark and turning to the camera, “Well, don’t worry, ladies and gentlebabs, because we think we’ve done just that! Once again, I’m your ultra-loveable host, CassiRole, and you’re watching DiapOut! The only show on TV made by diaper dorks for diaper dorks!”

The crowd roared as lights surrounded the players in a very dramatic fashion. For the audience, it was a spectacle unlike any other. But for the contestants, it was as close to staring into the sun as they could get. “Geez, turn down high beams,” joked Cade, placing a hand over his eyes until they were able to adjust to the environmental brightness.

“Speaking of high beams, how’ve you been holding up, Cade?” asked Kyoko, checking in on the status of her teammate as casually as possible after watching Rupert’s collapse. While Cade continued to insinuate that there was nothing to worry about on the subject of any cannabinoid withdrawal effects, she was a lot less convinced. She also was doing her best to course-correct whatever may have caused half of her team to pick her as the one who needed an attitude adjustment.

Thankfully, Cade was a lot more reassuring than he normally was. “I’m good, really. Firing on all cylinders over here!” he said, raising his arms and flexing his string-bean muscles. He may have enjoyed being high more often than not, but no one could sober up from a weed induced-stupor like he could.

“Shhhhhhhh!” said Keelee from the sidelines, holding a finger to her lips as she stared down Kyoko and Cade before gesturing to Cassi, who was still in the midst of her Round Three opening address. She quickly turned her attention back on Cassi, waiting for her verbal cue to bring up the rest of the studio lights.

“I’m sure you all can remember even a fraction of the simpler time that was your youth. A time when you had all the time in the world. Maybe you played kickball or dress-up for your favorite activity. But not me. As a shy, prepubescent CassiRole, my favorite thing to do was to dive into the gaming closet and pull out one of the dozens of board games. Be it Monopoly, Life, Chess, or Checkers, your girl was a force to be rivaled with. But perhaps no game filled me with more glee than the simplicity of Candy Land,” said Cassi, the audience clinging to every word of her rambling monologue like the suckers they were. Perhaps it was the deep-seated rage over the way Keelee barked at her, but there was a sort of aggressiveness to her speech that made her twice as engaging to watch, “Contestants! Ladies and gentlebabs! Welcome to Round Three!”

A series of awestruck gasps broke out as a cascade of lights powered on to illuminate the entire studio space, inviting the crowd, the players, and those watching at home into the jewel-toned world of a children’s board game. However, unlike Candy Land, the board wasn’t decorated with candy paraphilia. Instead, the candy-theming had been replaced by what could only be described as a dream nursery aesthetic. Gone were the likes of the Peanut Acres and that dastardly Lord Licorice, replaced by far more ABDL-appropriate locations and characters, such as Mount Thumb Sucker, Baby Food Brook, and some mischievous-looking dude in a massive diaper with the nameplate, Baron Von Blushy. A single, multicolored path snaked through the various sections of the board, leading up to the finish line, which was marked by a large, Cassi Land sign written in the same font as the classic children’s game.

“Don’t be fooled by appearances! Cassi Land is nowhere near as simple as the board game it's based on. One at a time, each player will roll their dice and move their entire team forward. If your team lands on an event or punishment square, the person who rolled will have to complete whatever task is at hand, or else the team will be forced to return to their previous spot on the board. The players will then rotate, allowing for the next teammate in line to take the next roll,” stated Cassi as the feed cut away to a graphic package, giving the at-home viewers a chance to explore the board before the game begins, “Whichever team crosses the finish line first will win a whopping 40 points. But don’t rush to the end too quickly! Successfully completed events and punishments will come with their own point totals depending on complexity. And with the points as neck and neck as they are, you’ll want to rack up as many points as you possibly can!”

If the audience was rambunctious before, they were falling out of their seats to heap praise on CassiRole and the design team for Round Three. Even Misa, who was already dreading whatever sadistic punishments were waiting for them on the board, had to admit this was the coolest set she’d ever seen. Having thoroughly enjoyed Candy Land growing up, she was a self-described master of the game, despite the fact that it was purely a luck game. As uniquely exhilarating as it was to be standing within a life-sized board game, she couldn’t let any of it show, choosing to scowl as hard as she could as if her feigned disapproval made her participation any less embarrassing.

Lelaya, on the other hand, did not share in Misa’s need to downplay her enthusiasm. “O! M! G! This is, like, extra, triple-double amazeballs!!!” she shouted as she began jumping up and down on her tippy toes, unable to contain the excitement that was bursting out of her, “Oooh! Look over there! I think that’s-”

“Shhhh! Calm down, girl. We’ll be playing soon enough,” said Ayaya, placing her hands on Lelaya’s shoulders from behind in an attempt to simmer her eagerness. Looking around at her teammates as she continued to hold Lelaya steady, it finally hit her, “Okay, seriously, when the fuck did I become the team’s babysitter?!”

With a microphone in hand, Cassi joined the contestants on their starting mats, ready to kick this game into motion. “Lelaya, Cade, please join me over here,” she said, prompting the pair to step away from the rest of their team, “As you recall, you two have the important job of being your team captains. So, as your first official task, you will now select the order that your team will roll in. Lelaya, we’ll start with you.” She held the mic forward for Lelaya to speak into.

Wearing a stupid smile on her face, it wasn’t even a full two seconds before the power she was granted went straight to her head. Tapping her chin playfully, she examined her teammates indecisively. “Well, obviously, I’m going first! After thaaaaaaat…hmmm…”

Standing behind both Mia and Misa, Ayaya was quick to gesture to the two people in front of her, pointing to Mia while holding up two fingers before shifting to Misa and holding up three. A few chuckles were squeezed out of the audience as a few of its members caught sight of Lelaya’s back-seat captain.

“...hehe, I was thinking the same thing!” said Lelaya, pretending as though she wasn’t being heavily influenced, “Mia will go next, then Misa, then Ayaya.”

“Excellent deliberation skill! You picked that order fast! One can only wonder where your inspiration comes from,” said Cassi with a hint of sarcasm tucked into her voice. She did her best to withhold her laughter over Lelaya’s adorable Littleness as she shifted the mic to Cade, “Alright Cade, you’ve had extra time so I expect you to be ready.”

Nodding his head, Cade spoke into the mic, “I am. Since Rupert’s hanging in there with some stomach issues, I’ll have him go last. And sorry guys, I don’t wanna throw myself onto punishments if I can help it, so I’ll go second to last.”

“That leaves Kyoko and Zeke,” said Cassi, pulling the microphone back to her mouth briefly as she narrated Cade’s decision-making.

Looking back and forth between his President and Vice President, Cade was racking his brain to come up with any justification to have one go before the other. Both were equally capable, so that wasn’t as much of an issue. Thinking back to how he previously voted, he finally came to a clear decision. “Kyoko, since I voted for you early on that attitude adjustment, you can go second. Sorry, Zeke,” he said, his gaze falling to the floor.

Sighing, Zeke had a feeling that he would be rolling first for his team. Shrugging his shoulders, he did everything in his power to take the pressure off of Cade. “It’s fine by me. The Biggest among us should go first, after all, right?” he said cheekily, earning chuckles from both his teammates and the crowd.

“Perfect! Go ahead and return to your teams,” said Cassi, dismissing Cade and Lelaya back to their starting mats, “Next, I need Ayaya and Kyoko to join me, if you’d both be so kind!

Eying each other up as they approached Cassi, Kyoko was taken aback by how much Ayaya was mad-dogging her. Yeah, they were opponents in this game but she had nothing personal against this girl or anyone on the enemy team.

However, what Kyoko thought was Ayaya displaying her animosity towards her was actually the result of her being caught in the crosshairs of Ayaya and Keelee, who were busy glaring at each other. Their reasoning was pretty straightforward. Keelee knew Ayaya was up to something, and Ayaya, who was indeed up to something, despised Keelee for refusing to get off her back. It was only a matter of time before such a volatile pair inevitably butted heads.

“Ooh! I’m sensing some tension!” remarked Cassi, never passing up a moment to squeeze as much drama out of her cast as possible. Spotting Ayaya’s heated expression, she approached her first with the mic, “Any words for your rivals before we kick off Round Three?”

In an instant, Ayaya’s attitude shifted as she remembered the cameras that were all around her. She’d let Keelee get the better of her and needed to recover without painting herself as a villain in the eyes of the audience. Taking a deep breath in through her nose, she softened her expression into a cheeky smirk, “Just try not to mess yourselves too bad out there when we spank you in front of all these people,” she said, riling up the crowd with her schoolyard taunts.

“In your dreams,” responded Kyoko, her competitive nature getting the better of her as she spoke without the microphone in front of her.

“CUT!” shouted Jackson from the side of the stage, “You need to wait for Cassi to approach you. And you’re supposed to be lisping, remember?”

Groaning, Kyoko bonked herself on the forehead with her palm, having momentarily forgotten about her new acting gig. Scrunching up her face, she was less-than-pleased with the idea that whatever comeback she said needed to be vocalized with a hypnotically-induced lisp. Gritting her teeth, she waited for Cassi to cross over to her with the mic, dreading the embarrassment that was coming her way.

“Some tough words! Any response, Kyoko?” said Cassi, utilizing every ounce of media training she had to keep from giggling at what was to come.

Looking Ayaya dead in the eyes, Kyoko decided to keep it simple, knowing anything more would amplify her faux impediment. “Bwing it on, mushy tush,” she said, her cheeks burning as the audience chuckled and cooed at her “babified” voice. To her credit, she did manage to get Ayaya to blush as well by reminding her of her hypermessing from Round Two.

“Love the energy! You both are gonna need that as we move into Round Three,” said Cassi as she handed out two small medallions with binkies engraved on them, one to Kyoko and one to Ayaya, “You’re also gonna want this! That medallion allows you to veto any one punishment or event and can be used for anyone on your team. Since your teams trust you both so much, I’m sure you’ll make the right decisions.

Dismissing Ayaya and Kyoko back to their respective mats, Cassi rotated 180 degrees and faced the camera that had been positioned directly behind her. As she posed between the two teams, she wondered if she was almost more excited to see Round Three play out than any member of her adoring audience. “The board has been set! Let the games begin!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Enchanted

Premise: Cassie and Ethan have very different ideas on how to talk to their unborn children.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Trope: Pregnancy Words: 1,100

A/N: Request by @potionsprefect, prompt #8 (talking to the baby through the belly and telling them how excited they already are) from this list. Submission for @choicesjuly2022challenge Day 27 Pregnancy Fic.

Her back was killing her. Of all the indignities that went with pregnancy, that was the one Cassie Valentine was fixated on today. Carrying a baby inside your body wasn’t for wimps. And carrying two at the same time? Well, they should give out medals for that.

Cassie eased on to the couch set against one wall of the Diagnostic Team’s office and sank into the soft cushions with a sigh of relief. She was only halfway through her shift and wasn’t sure how she’d get through the rest feeling the way she did.

Tired. Bloated. And just about as uncomfortable as it was possible to be. She wondered, not for the first time, why anyone would willingly do this more than once.

“You could ease up on your rookie mom, you know,” she looked down at the large bump protruding from the middle of her body. “You’ve had your fun. Why not just take a nap?”

She placed both hands on either side of her belly, cradling it, and waited for the somersaults to end. Clearly her children had inherited their stubbornness when instead of slowing down their movements increased in frequency.

“Very funny,” she grumbled. “I should have known Ramsey and Valentine genes would be a handful even in the womb. Just know, I am keeping score and will hold this over you for as long as possible.”

The babies were like ‘whatever’ executing two swift kicks in succession.

“Fine, fine, I’m sorry,” she said quickly, drumming her fingers on the arm of the couch as her eyes scanned the empty office.

The team didn’t have a patient today and she had decided to use the downtime to catch up on paperwork. But she had trouble concentrating due to the sheer monotony of it. What she wanted was to dive into a meaty case, something challenging that would get the juices flowing again.

Unfortunately, she was almost thirty weeks along with a predisposition to pre-eclampsia and Ethan had laid down the law about her working with patients. She could consult with the team but not directly manage treatments.

“And that’s another thing,” she complained, talking directly to her belly. “Your dad is not playing fair by benching his star player. I’m pregnant, and you two aren’t making it easy, but my brain is as sharp as ever. Who made him boss of everything?”

“I believe that was Naveen with a lot of prodding from you,” boomed an amused masculine voice behind her. “Are you complaining about me to our children again, Rookie?”

Cassie looked over her shoulder at Ethan standing inside the doorway. She’d been so engrossed in her one-sided conversation that she hadn’t heard the glass doors slide open.

“Hey, babe,” she smiled, holding out one hand for him as he walked over. “Just telling it like it is. You don’t want me to lie, do you?”

He shook his head in exasperation and sat down next to her, automatically splaying his hand atop her belly. “Did you tell them how obstinate Valentines are? Because if not I will be setting them straight on that matter.”

“Ramseys aren’t exactly flexible,” she muttered. “At least not one particular Ramsey.”

And then she started laughing at how ridiculous the conversation was. Ethan must have thought so too because he chuckled, teeth flashing white against his dark beard. She leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder, and he draped his arm around her, holding her close.

“Is everything okay?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

She sighed deeply. “My back hurts, my feet are swollen, the kiddos are using my body as a monkey gym, and I hate paperwork.”

“Other than that,” he teased making her laugh. “You know babies respond better to honey than vinegar, right?”

“Then they should mind their manners,” she scoffed. “Ow! There they go again.”

“Let me try,” he proposed, bowing his head to speak to their babies through her belly. “Okay, girls, this is Doct…err, your father. How are you?”

When Cassie snorted, he threw her an annoyed look and quirked one eyebrow; she rolled her eyes and looked away.

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, your mom and I know you’re excited about this brand, new world you find yourself in. But we’re even more excited to meet you. You still need to spend more time in there, get bigger and stronger, but go easy on your poor mom. She’s trying very hard and could use your help.”

Cassie watched in wonder as Ethan continued to croon sweet words to their unborn children. He told them they were loved and wanted, and that nothing would ever change that even all the kicking. But he sure would appreciate it if they could ease up for now. Please, and thank you.

This version of Ethan was so different from the austere man she remembered from intern year; the one who’d said children weren’t in cards for him because he couldn’t be there for them the way they needed him to be. This was the Ethan Ramsey only she was allowed to see.

Here he was, talking to them as if they could understand every word he was saying, his voice soft and gentle. The babies must have liked it because she could feel the tightness in her belly easing as did the flips that had caused her so much discomfort earlier.

She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes as love for him and their growing family filled her heart until she could feel it fluttering. Or maybe it was heartburn. Either way, she mentally captured the memory of this moment to hold on to forever.

“What?” he demanded, eyes narrowing at the look in her eyes.

“You amaze and enchant me every day, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, closing the distance to brush her lips across his. “That’s what.”

A pink blush pricked at his cheeks, and he glanced away. “Just applying my diagnostic skills to the situation. We both know the way to deal with difficult patients is with quiet reason.”

“Sure,” she said with obvious skepticism. “Let’s go with that.”

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t rise to her jibe. Keeping his arm around her, he toed off his shoes and put his feet up next to hers on the coffee table. She nestled deeper into his embrace, closed her eyes, and savored the peace.

Ethan Ramsey was a good man, thought Cassie, and would make an even better father. That wasn’t wishful thinking. It was fact. She would bet her diagnostic skills on it.

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Secret Admirer | Part 2

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: rom com vibes, dating apps, getting stood up, secret admirer, casual sex, Y/N is pent up and she is not shy about that, drunk sex, D/S vibes but not explicitly negotiated, Dom!Dean, Brat!Reader, slight power struggle vibes, oral sex (f rec), p in v sex, anal fingering, facial, surprise twist ending Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMASBingo - Quote C (bold in fic) “Tell me what you like.” | @j3bingo - Fucking Machine | @spndeanbingo - Anal Play | @spnkinkbingo - Facials | @anyfandomkinkbingo - Inconvenient Attraction | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Awful First Date Word Count: 3,531

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Dean slams your back against the motel door as soon as it’s closed, his forearms bracketing your head and his hips grinding filthily into yours.

“Gonna fuck me right here?” you breathe heavily, lips teasingly close to his, chest heaving so your breasts are pressing into Dean’s chest against the t-shirt beneath his open plaid shirt.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” Dean drags his lips down the column of your throat as he speaks, his teeth scraping roughly over your skins as he bites out your name, and you think you’ve never liked the sound of your name so much before. You never want him to stop saying it. “You want me to pin you against this door and fuck you so hard it nearly breaks the hinges? You really want everyone walking by to hear what a fucking slut you sound like with my dick inside you?”

“Are you expecting company?” you ask, suddenly distracted by the fact that there are two beds in this motel room, and both have very clearly been slept in.

“Huh?” Dean pulls back and looks around curiously.

“Who’s sleeping in that second bed?” you point between the two of them.

“My brother,” Dean looks back at you quizzically before answering and stumbling over his words. “But he’s not coming back tonight,” he shakes his head in reassurance, closing you back in against the door.

“Good,” you breathe in relief, “because I’m not a fan of audiences.”

“Okay,” Dean blinks, “well, no one here but you and me baby girl. And whoever is walking by outside and hears you screaming,” he chuckles deeply, kissing down your neck again and grabbing your ass in his hands, pulling you against him.

“You think I’m gonna give it up that easily?” you laugh, trying to sound haughty, but the effect is slightly ruined by your breath catching in your throat as Dean grinds against you once more, the bulge in his jeans dragging roughly between your legs and making you swallow your moan.

“I thought you told me you were desperate?” he retorts, flashing you a cocky grin that makes you want to mess with him even more.

“You’ve still gotta work for it big boy,” you smirk, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him down, like he’d done to you in the car, and Dean goes to his knees obediently, still grinning. “Why don’t you show me what else that mouth is good at besides the dirty talking?”

You let go of Dean and pull up the hem of your skirt, exposing your panties to the man kneeling between your legs. He doesn’t wait for any further instructions, immediately pressing his face into the material and using his teeth to tear the offending item of clothing down your thighs, so he can get to his true target. His tongue teases around your clit for the barest of seconds before he’s diving down further and devouring your cunt. One hand skims up the back of your leg and hoists your knee up and over his shoulder, so he can push in even closer. You groan, dizzy with the pleasure of it all, letting your head thump back into the door behind you.

“Fuck yes Dean, just like that,” you pant, grinding yourself against his tongue as he kisses back up to your clit, focusing his lips and tongue and teeth on the small bundle of nerves while the hand that’s not holding your leg in place creeps up between your thighs so he can push a finger inside you. “Mmm, fuck yes,” you sigh, thoroughly enjoying how attentive a lover Dean is proving to be. You’re already beginning to near your orgasm, which you’re sure will only be the first of many.

“Tell me what you like,” you whisper against Dean’s ear as you straddle his lap on the bed, both of you now blessedly naked. You whimper a little as you press your hips back and the tip of his cock nudges against your entrance.

“I like girls who get on my dick when I fucking tell them to,” Dean growls against your neck, bucking his hips beneath you so his cock slides through your folds, skating over your clit easily thanks to how slick you are between your legs. You’re surprised he didn’t just slide right in.

“Oh, so you don’t like my teasing then?” you ask innocently, grinding over his dick, and you can feel the groan of frustration that rumbles through his chest, which is the only warning you get before suddenly Dean has spun you around so your back is on the mattress and he’s the one on top, grinding down into you.

“You know, for a slut who was so fucking desperate she had to suck me off in the car, you sure have been doing a lotta teasin’,” he smirks when you whimper as his dick pushes lightly against your entrance. “Maybe you don’t want me to fuck you after all?” Dean goes to pull away but you roll your eyes and drag him back down into a kiss.

“Don’t you dare,” you scold against his lips. “I haven’t had a cock inside me for two fucking months, you’re not going anywhere mister.”

“Shit, two months? Really sweetheart?” Dean pulls back and looks down at you, like he can’t quite believe it.

“Even thought about buying one of those fucking machines,” you nod seriously. “Honestly, might still buy one. They look like fun.”

“Why the hell would you need some mechanical dick when you’ve got the real deal right here, baby girl?” Dean laughs as he pushes in in one quick stroke, drawing a shout of surprise from your lips. “Think a fuck machine can make you feel the same way I do?” he asks, pulling out and fucking back into you sharply, setting up a brutal pace straight out of the gate.

“Oh god, Dean,” you mewl, curling into his chest and pulling him down on top of you, so his whole body is grinding along the length of yours as he ruts between your legs. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, there’s the little slut from the car,” he chuckles darkly, thrusting into you roughly. The headboard is banging out a rhythm on the thin drywall that you’re sure the next room must be able to hear. “Missed you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” you whimper into his chest, kissing along the freckled skin that you can reach.

“Better than a goddamn toy, huh baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to deny it. “But getting one could still be fun. What if I wanted two cocks at once? Can you do that, Dean?” He pulls back onto his knees and sits up straight, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slows his pace to a teasing, grinding slide.

“Two at once, huh?” he raises a brow at you curiously. “You want something in that slutty little mouth to suck on?”

“Uh uh,” you shake your head, eyes squeezing closed as Dean angles his hips a little differently and skims over that spot inside you that makes you see stars. “Want something else fucking my ass,” you admit, groaning a bit in arousal at the idea, but also a bit in embarrassment. You’ve never told anyone that, but if this guy’s just a one night stand, what’s the harm; right? Dean stops thrusting suddenly, eyes looking down at you wide as saucers. You gulp nervously, hoping you haven’t ruined this. You’ll be so fucking pissed if that’s scared him off.

“That’s new,” he says after a moment, but it looks like he’s not disgusted by the idea, at least.

“Is that okay?” you ask hesitantly, biting your lip in apprehension.

“Well,” Dean smirks, leaning back down and dropping small kisses across your chest, working his hands under your ass to squeeze it enthusiastically. “I don’t exactly have a fucking machine in the car or anything, we didn’t even bring any toys with us this time” –he licks across one of your nipples, then pulls it into your mouth– “but I’ve got two perfectly good sets of fingers.”

A small part of your brain registers that Dean had mentioned ‘bringing toys along this time’, which seems to indicate that there were other times that he and his brother did take trips with sex toys packed in the trunk of their car, but that train of thought is quickly derailed by what Dean is doing to your body. You squeal a little when a fingertip skims across your puckered hole teasingly, even though you’d been expecting it, but he hasn’t quite got the pressure right, so it just tickles more than anything else.

“I think you might need some kind of lube if you actually want to go there,” you shiver, looking up at Dean hopefully. Now that he’s offered, you can’t get the idea out of your head. Smirking, Dean pulls his hands out from underneath you and leans down, teasing his fingertips over your lips delicately before pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb and sliding two fingers into your open mouth.

“Guess you did want something to suck on after all,” Dean laughs darkly, eyes holding your gaze intently as you continue to swirl your tongue around his fingers. “You better get ‘em nice and wet, because this is all the lube you’re gettin’, sweetheart. Somethin’ tells me if you want a fucking machine pounding you back there, you actually like a bit of pain… amiright?”

“Mmhmm,” you whimper around his fingers, feeling yourself flush heavily under such intense scrutiny.

“Well, we can definitely work with that Y/N,” Dean pulls his fingers from your mouth, dripping wetly onto your lips. “Thanks for telling me,” he whispers, giving you a short, sweet kiss. But he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before suddenly his cock is leaving you and he’s flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up on your hands and knees.

“This what you were after, baby girl?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as Dean runs his wet fingers down cleft between your cheeks, stopping to circle lightly around your puckered entrance.

“Inside, baby, please,” you whine, pushing your hips back into his fingers, desperate to feel him inside of you.

“You greedy little thing,” he teases, fitting just the tip of one finger inside of you, and you groan when he won’t push in any farther.

“Ugh, this is why I need a fucking machine,” you complain, still trying to fuck yourself back onto Dean’s finger with no luck. “Machine wouldn’t fucking tease me like this, just pound me until I can’t see straight.”

You gasp in pain as a harsh smack lands over your pussy, smarting the skin.

“Stop being a fucking brat Y/N, or I can just go finish myself off in the shower without you,” Dean growls threateningly, but you just laugh.

“Yeah right, I know you’re dying to get your dick wet again. Just fuck me already, Dean. C’mon. Thought you were gonna make me scream your name by the end of the night?”

That was absolutely the right thing to say, because in the next instant Dean withdraws his fingers, spits onto you for extra lubrication, then works both inside together without any more warning or prep. You drop your head into a pillow, moaning loudly beneath the pressure of his fingers fucking your ass. It’s just a tiny bit painful, the stretch of his fingers is wide than your own, which is all you’re used to using, but the sharp edge of discomfort lights the rest of your nerves on fire, and when Dean pushes his cock back inside your dripping pussy your senses are awash with only pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god, yes!” And you are screaming now, just like he’d promised. “Fuck Dean, feels so fucking good, oh my god,” you’re practically sobbing into the bed, fucking yourself back onto his hand and his cock as he stuffs you full with each thrust.

“Yeah, who needs a fuck machine now, huh?” he grunts heavily, bending forward to grab your hair and yank your head up and back, using his grip as leverage as he fucks you. “Wanna hear you fuckin’ scream when you cum for me Y/N, you got that? Want everyone to hear what a goddamn slut you are for me.”

You nod, whining in pleasure, your breath heaving in your chest, getting caught up in your throat.

“What do you fuckin’ say slut?” Dean growls in your ear, scissoring the fingers in your ass to stretch you wider as he forces you back onto his cock.

“Gonna cum, Dean,” you manage to choke out. “Oh my god, make me cum, please… Dean, fuck… Dean!”

“That’s a good slut, let it all out baby, good girl,” he hisses, fucking your through your orgasm as you clench and spasm around him, your screams turning to whimpers, and eventually to silence as every muscle in your body freezes up, before a fresh wave of pleasure makes you melt down into the bed.

Dean pulls out and rolls you over roughly, your arms flinging limply like a ragdoll as you lay in your post-orgasmic stupor. He climbs forward, straddling your chest and jerking himself off hurriedly. Cum shoots across your face as Dean groans in relief, throwing his head back while he pumps his finish over your skin, tapping the head of his cock against your cheek and running it down to your lips where he thrusts against you lightly as the last vestiges of his release drop onto your tongue.

You wake up slowly, peacefully, and far too warm. You also realise you can’t move, which is entirely due to the arm and leg flung across your body pinning you to the mattress. Turning to the side, you see Dean snoring lightly, a look of peaceful oblivion on his freckled face. You smile lightly at the sight. You’d expected to be asked to leave after you two had finished for the night, but surprisingly, Dean had snuggled right up to you and basically fallen straight to sleep. You’d indulged yourself in the novelty of spending the night with someone else, since you weren’t sure when it might happen again.

Sighing heavily, you carefully try to extract yourself without waking Dean so you can get to the bathroom, but you have no such luck. He blinks awake as soon as you roll out of his embrace, looking up at you in grumpy confusion.

“Where ya goin’?” he asks with a hefty yawn.

You point to the bathroom in the corner by way of explanation and he nods, laying back down and burrowing into his pillow. Stealing some mouthwash to freshen up, you notice the toiletries bag on the counter has some distinctly feminine products in it – conditioner, hairbrush, hair ties, purple toothbrush, things that didn’t seem like they would belong to Dean – making you feel uneasy. He did say he was sharing the room with his brother, you suppose those could be his.

Reemerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, you notice Dean is up and out of bed, and making coffee at the little kitchenette in the opposite corner of the room.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he smiles when he turns around, kissing you on the cheek familiarly as he hands you a cup of coffee. You notice there’s no milk in it, which makes you grimace slightly as you take a sip, but your post-night out headache is starting to make itself known, and you need the caffeine more than you need it to taste good. “Coffee okay?” Dean asks, clearly noticing your expression, and you quickly school it into a smile, not wanting to be rude.

“Oh yeah, just hot,” you excuse and he gives you an understanding nod.

“Sooo…” Dean draws out the word like he’s about to come on to an awkward topic and you sigh heavily. Here comes the ‘nice to meet you, but I don’t want your number’ speech. You’d foolishly let yourself hope, after he’d let you stay and you’d woken up cuddling, and then the coffee and the small kisses… it had seemed like maybe he might have wanted to see you again. But you suppose you haven’t earned that much good karma in your life. No one is that good at sex and into committed relationships.

“Last night was…” he continues to speak, breaking you out of your thoughts, but he seems a bit lost for words.

“It was really great,” you smile, a little sadly. “For me, at least,” you add awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean nods emphatically. “I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff, but I mean, I’m glad you told me, just wish you’d said something sooner.”

“Sooner?” You giggle into your coffee, braving another sip of the bitter liquid. “How much sooner did you want me to bring it up? In the bar? That would have been a hell of a pick up line: thanks for the drinks, wanna fuck me in the ass after a couple more?”

Dean snorts a little and rolls his eyes in exasperation, shaking his head.

“I thought the secret admirer move was a good one though,” he gives himself an approving pout and you laugh.

“Well it got me to come home with you, didn’t it? And it was a much better night than the one I’d originally planned, so,” you shrug.

“Yeah, you really went all out last night,” Dean said, taking another gulp of coffee. “I mean, you had so many details, and this whole persona, you really committed. Where’d you even come up with all of that?”

You’re staring at Dean in utter confusion now. Huh?

“What do you mean?” You ask slowly, completely thrown off track.

“You know–” Dean’s answer is cut off by the door to the motel room opening, and a man with long chestnut hair, wearing a plaid shirt just like Dean, steps inside. You breathe a sigh of relief: okay, the hair stuff must have been his brother’s after all. The man looks up at you curiously when he turns around and sees you, and you give him an awkward wave, internally thanking God you’d thrown a shirt and your panties on before you’d gone to the bathroom.

“How’d you get in here?” The man asks, confusion evident in his ruffled brow, and you frown slightly.

“Um, the door,” you point behind him to where he’d just entered. There was something very weird bristling in the atmosphere between the three of you.

“But I just left you outside in reception a minute ago, you couldn’t have beat me here,” the brother looks at you suspiciously.

“Sammy, what are you talking about? She’s been in here with me all night,” Dean looks at his brother in mild concern, like maybe the man isn’t well.

“No, Dean. She’s been out with me all night. We were trying to call you for ages but your phones were off, so we just got on with the hunt on our own,” Sam protests, suddenly producing a gun from behind him and aiming it straight at you.

“What the hell?!” you shout, putting up your hands and dropping your coffee. You suddenly notice that Sam has dark stains on the sleeves of his red plaid shirt that look suspiciously like blood, and you feel like you’re going to be sick.

“Woah woah woah, dude, calm down. It’s her, I swear. Don’t you think I would know? I was the one fucking her all night!”

“What the fuck is going on!” You demand, still staring at the gun Dean’s brother is aiming at your chest.

The door to the room opens once again, and someone you never could have expected steps through.

“Bayley?!” you shout incredulously, just as the newcomer shouts: “Y/N!”

The two men look between you in alarm, and Dean produces his own gun from beneath the mattress that you’d been sleeping on the night before.

“Wait! Stow the firearms guys, calm down,” Bayley hisses, stepping in the middle of everyone and forcing the boys to put their guns down, though they do it reluctantly. You’re still frozen in shock, watching the scene unfold before you. Bayley twists around and gives you a sheepish smile before looking back at the stoic men.

“So, I never told you guys I have a twin, did I?” your sister asks hesitantly, holding back a nervous giggle that you haven’t heard in years.

Dean looks like he’s going to be sick.

“Oh my god,” you groan as you suddenly realise what’s happened, what Dean was talking about when he was going on about a persona earlier. He thought you had been role playing. He thought you were Bayley. You’ve just fucked your sister’s boyfriend.

There’s a lot of competition for the title, but you think last night is now going down in your dating history as the worst first date ever, as any hope of this turning into more than a one night stand evaporates.

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ground-riot-jack · 3 years

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Can I - Bakugou

guess who can’t keep up with a series but has hella ideas for one shots :)

summary: based off the song Can I by Kehlani, i literally love that song and I think of bakugou every time i hear it.

warnings: some smut (MDNI), cursing, teasing, cheating, mentions of sex

Your body drops down on to the bed as you try catching your breath. You look up at the man above you, also trying to catch his breath. He sits on his knees and lightly rubs your thighs.

“Your pussy should be illegal brat” He chuckles, moving to stand up.

You reached out and grab his bicep before he gets to far away.

“Don’t tell me we’re stopping at just one round? I want the sequel Katsuki” You tease, doing your best to keep the man in your bed. It wasn’t your fault he was a complete sex god and knew exactly how to make you come apart in minutes.

He bites his lip in contemplation, checking the time on his phone before shutting it off.

“Fine but i’ve gotta be outta here in 2 hours, so no more begging” He states, crawling back over you.

“You love it when I beg” You pull him in for a kiss and oust your hips back into him and just like that, you’re both launched back into a state of ecstasy for another couple hours, responsibilities put on the back burner once again.

———————

“Hey extras, what’d i miss” You say, plopping down at your friend groups lunch table.

“God you’re starting to sound like bakugou” Kaminari states rolling his eyes.

“Speaking of, where is he?” Mina asks

“Him and Ochako said they’d be a few minutes late, she’s talking to a teacher i think” Kirishima responds, taking a huge bite of food.

“So they’re official now?” Mina asks, causing the table to dive into gossip as usual. Everyone adding their opinions. You decided to keep some things to yourself but couldn’t hide the smugness you felt knowing what you and katsuki have.

The gossip session chimes down as the aforementioned couple approaches the table. We all talk and make weekend plans for a few minutes before Bakugou says he’s throwing a party at his place.

“You? You’re throwing a party? You’re actually gonna let tons of shitty idiots into your place? Hah ya right” You laugh at the idea.

“Using my words huh? Some might think you’re a little obsessed with me y/n?” Bakugou quips back.

“Oh please, everyone knows you’re madly in love with me and are too scared to confess” You chuckle.

Ochako stands up and walks away, taking her lunch tray with her. No one says anything but we all look to Bakugou.

“She’ll be fine” He grunts, mumbling about the pain in the ass he calls his girlfriend. Everyone moves on and begins talking about their outfits for the party.

“Why don’t you just tell your girlfriend that your single?” You smirk leaning closer to Katsuki.

“I don’t understand how everyone thinks you’re a sweet little angel, but really you’re a evil pornstar tryna fuck me every chance you get” He growls in your ear.

Ochako comes back with no lunch and a water bottle, sitting close to katsuki. You stand and pack up your mess.

“Alright bro, i gotta hit the library, game tonight?” You dap up all the boys in your group winking at Mina before leaving, putting a bit of extra swish in your hips, knowing who’s watching.

“How the fuck did you even meet her and why does she hang around?” Ochako spits at Bakugou.

“She’s one of the bros, relax” He rolls his eyes, moving to busy himself on his phone. He checks his notifications and sees a text from you.

shitty girl 🙄

You look stressed :( need head?

i know it’s ur fav

You’re being a little loud with your feelings baby

Fuck you, i’m coming over

He smiles locking his phone, he stands and throws his lunch away, telling his girlfriend some excuse about the gym before walking back to his room.

He pushes open his door and sees you laying in his bed on your stomach, reading a book while kicking your feet. He grabs your ankle and pulls you down to him. He flips you over and grabs your neck.

“You gonna be nice and quiet for me?” He immediately dips into your neck.

“No promises. Why’d you wear a white shirt? Just gonna be soaked through with my juices.” You smirk back.

“We’ll see about that.” He laughs, setting his phone on the bedside table.

“Making a sex tape Dynamight?”

“you bet your ass i am” He says his attention back on you.

——————

You and mina finish up your outfits and makeup, checking eachother to make sure you look your absolute best. You take an uber from Minas apartment to Bakugous, bottles in hand.

You knock on the door, and are greeted by bakugou in a black t-shirt, gold chain and jeans. It’s blows your mind how hot he can look in a simple outfit.

“Who the fuck are you” He jokes.

“Hi i’m Hell, nice to meet ya” You wink handing him the bottle and slipping in the door.

“You know you’re fucking with a demon, i want you on your best behavior tonight or else” Katsuki growls quietly in your ear as you stand in the kitchen making a drink.

“Anything to please you King Explosion Murder” You joke, walking away to join the rest of your friends.

You end up in the same place you’re always in when you party with bakugou, bent over the bathroom sink, brain melting at the pleasure.

“Fuck i’m close baby, where ya want me?” Bakugou grunts, pace never faltering.

“Inside me please” You cry out

“Fuck such a good little slut, want to make a daddy yea?” He groans while finishing. You both clean eachother up and head back to the party as normal as possible.

——————-

After a few hours, everyone has moved back to their respective homes. You couldn’t help but think about Katsuki, you’d gotten used to him being in your bed until you fell asleep, even if he was gone by the morning.

Your phone began to ring, pulling you out of your thoughts. It’s Bakugou.

“Hey Suki”

“Can I stop by?” He whispers

“why are you whispering?”

“Ochakos sleeping in my bed, can i please. Need to see you tonight”

“You’ve already seen me Suki, you can come over but, we can’t keep doing this” You sigh. He agrees then hangs up. Moments later there’s a light knock on your door. As soon as you open it, you’re swooped up in a kiss.

“I need you, not just in the sex way, but like I need you. I don’t want her, just wanted to make Deku jealous. Want you” He speaks in between kisses.

“Can we figure out the logistics after please Suki?” You beg.

“Of course baby, after” He pulls you down the hall and into the bed, beginning the same dance you’ve become so used too.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

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iwadori · 3 years

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Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves.

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it.

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.)

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.”

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU”

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend”

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3*

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too

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Beast

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 3,056 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Sub Aaron Hotchner, Inspection, Office sex, Semi-public sex, Oral sex, Tie as restraint, Multiple orgasms, Unprotected sex, Hickies, Subspace, Aftercare Summary: Aaron is having a no good, very bad week, and everyone in the BAU is paying the price. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published work. :) Part of my Aaron/OC Sophie series but can be read alone.

Link to A03 or read more below!

Aaron is having a no good, very bad week, and everyone in the BAU is paying the price.

“He’s being a tyrant,” Morgan gripes as he and Sophie are in the break room after the morning meeting. “Barking orders, looking at me with those narrowed eyes like I'm a goddamn criminal for taking a piss break.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Sophie says, steeping her tea. “He’s just having a really hard time this week. Expense reports and evaluations and budget reviews are all due at once, and we’ve been so busy travelling for cases that he hasn’t had time to start on any of it. He’s just stressed; he doesn’t mean anything by it.” JJ and Emily walk in looking aggravated, and Sophie is willing to bet they just had a run in with Aaron as well.

“Can’t you just fuck it out of him? Isn’t that what you guys do? Heal each other’s wounds lovingly with lots of kinky sex?” Sophie rolls her eyes at Emily.

“Yeah, sure, that’s how it works. And I have totally been fucking him, for the record, but it’s fast-acting, not long-lasting. Don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well that sucks,” JJ mumbles, and Sophie frowns.

“Trust me, no one is more sorry than I am that I can’t ride his dick 24/7.” She sighs, because he has been truly miserable, and she’s not sure what else she can do to help. She’s tried sexy things, sweet things, comforting things, helpful things, letting him just be crabby for a day… nothing. She’s usually the only one who can tame the beast he becomes when he’s the toxic combo of stressed, anxious, and irritated, but she’s out of ideas, and everyone is out of patience.

Even submitting deeply to him, which is usually her last resort, because it’s time consuming, only made him feel better until work the next—huh.

Okay, maybe she does have one trick left up her sleeve. It’s not quite time for lunch yet, but Sophie walks into Aaron’s office, shuts and locks the door behind her; she presses her back against it, and when he looks up from his form to give her his full attention, she steps forward.

“Open your pants.” He swallows, carefully sets down the pen he’s holding.

“What, baby?”

“I said open your pants, Aaron. Now. Time for a cock inspection.” He closes his eyes, exhales, and stands, opens his belt, pulls down his zipper. She walks closer, hands clasped behind her back like she’s going to administer an SAT and not play with his dick until he’s uncomfortably hard and begging to come. “Lean up against your desk for me.”

He does as instructed, cock bobbing free, his palms pressed to the top of the desk for support, and she pushes his chair back, stands in front of him, moves her hands to her hips.

“Okay, baby, you know what I’m looking for. I want to see your big, hard cock—I know I surprised you, so I’ll give you some time.” She leans in, wraps a couple of fingers around the base to hold him steady, rubs the tip of another finger gently over the slit. He’s not fully hard yet, but getting there quickly; submitting to her is something that never fails to get him going, even if it doesn’t happen very often. “If you dribble out a little precome for me, I’ll reward you,” she reminds him, looking up, and his chest is heaving, his eyes dark.

She’s still turned on by how broad his shoulders are, how his big hands splay out on the desk, fingers spread; that doesn’t change just because he’s submissive. Sometimes it can be hard to remember he’s not being daddy, because she always thinks of him as daddy, but this is special, and she knows he needs her to be in charge today, so she focuses, for him.

“When it’s time, I’ll want your come in my mouth, and I’ll want a lot of it. If you don’t come enough for me, if you don’t fill my mouth, baby, you’ll be disciplined. Understand?” He nods.

“I understand.” She smiles, just a bit.

“Good boy. I know you’ll be perfect for me, because you always want to please me. You give me everything I want.” She runs a hand over his chest, gropes a little. “I won’t make you undress for this, since we’re at work, but tonight I want you stripped down and waiting for me on the bed when we get home. I want to taste you everywhere.” She leans up to lick the underside of his chin, and he blows out a trembling breath. “Understand?”

“I understand,” he rasps, and she pulls back, gets down on her knees so she’s at eye-level with his dick.

“Good boy,” she says right to it, and Aaron flexes his hands, moans softly. It’s very hard now, thick and veiny and hot, standing up without her help, and she curls her tongue around his balls, squeezes them with her fingers. “Mmm. Your balls are full, Aaron. I bet you’ll have some come left for me even after I swallow for you. I wonder if I could keep you hard enough to put it in my pussy; it might be a little uncomfortable, but you’d let me try, right?”

“My body is yours to use however you want, baby,” he murmurs, and she looks up, scrapes her nails over his lower belly. He licks his lips.

“Yes it is. We’ll see.” She looks back down, runs her fingers up the shaft slowly, rubs a little in a way that will provide just enough friction to make him desperate for more and provide no relief. “You got long and stiff for me quickly today, sweet boy. Very good work.” She swipes her tongue up his length, and he bucks his hips once before stilling again. She squeezes his thigh. “You get a warning for that, Aaron, but just one. Keep still for me; you know the rule.”

“I’m sorry. I know the rule,” he pants, and she licks him again, three times in succession; his hips remain still.

“That’s better. Are you drippy for me?” she asks rhetorically, and she pulls down on his dick to get a better look at the slit. There is a pool of precome, surely enough, that spills down the head at her touch, and she puts her mouth on him far enough to catch the drop, sucks softly as she pulls off. “Mmm. Tastes good, delicious boy. Maybe when you come I’ll keep my mouth open, so you can see how much you’re giving me. I hope it will be enough, because I’d hate to have to discipline you.”

“I hope so too,” he says, his voice tense with arousal. She brings her fingers to the head, presses against it so it’s laying against his stomach, and rubs a little, again more of a tease than anything. That doesn’t stop Aaron’s breath from hitching, his knuckles from turning white against the edge of the desk. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mm hmm. Feels good, doesn’t it? Everything I do feels good when I touch you so little; you’re desperate for it, my perfect boy. Perfect, horny, desperate boy.”

“Everything you do feels good always, baby. I’m so fucking desperate for you,” he pants. She stands smoothly, takes his chin in her hand, and pulls him down for a deep, wet kiss they both moan into.

“Time for your reward,” she breathes when the kiss breaks. “Then more inspection. You are not allowed to come. If you waste your orgasm, you won’t get another until Sunday. Do you understand?” It’s only Thursday, so this would be pure torture and they both know it. Aaron nods, wets his lips.

“I understand.”

“Good boy,” she says, and she puts her hands on his body, moves him toward the chair, gestures for him to sit in it. He does, and she steps between his knees, wraps a hand around his tie, pulls it so he’ll look up at her. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. I know you’re going to like this reward, but you know what to say if you want to stop, right?” He nods tightly.

“I know what to say. Thank you. I love you.”

She hums, kisses him again, then unknots the tie, pulls it off slowly. His hands are resting on the arms of the chair, and she takes the tie and wraps it around one several times, knots it tightly. Aaron groans, tips his head back, and he looks so fucking sexy she could combust.

“Where’s your spare?” she asks, ignoring his sounds, ignoring her throbbing pussy, and he points to the third drawer on the left hand side. She opens it, finds the other tie, restrains his free arm just like the other; she is soaking wet when she admires her handiwork, and she’s very glad it’s reward time. Leaning against the desk like he did, she shimmies her skirt up, hops onto it, stretches back, supported by her hands. “Eat me until I come, Aaron. Don’t be afraid to get messy.”

He whimpers, and he’s still a little too far away for that, so she pulls his chair closer with her feet and hitches her knees up, giving him an unobstructed view of her bare, wet pussy. She praises herself for slipping away to the bathroom to take off her panties before coming up here.

“Jesus,” he groans, and he leans in, dips his tongue inside her immediately, collecting her slick, and her hips stutter, taking him deeper. “Mmh.” She runs her fingers through his hair, scrapes at his scalp, makes him moan again.

“Good boy. That feels so good. Fuck me with your tongue, baby, I want to feel it.” She’s sure it’s not that easy, without his hands to help, but he does shove it repeatedly inside of her, and she rocks against his face, keeping his rhythm. “Yes, sweet boy, just like that. So perfect, Aaron.”

He keeps it up for a couple of minutes, then pulls back, takes a deep breath and dives back in, licking up her slit to change things up, sucking on her lips. She rolls her body, both hands on his head, and squeezes her thighs together briefly; it feels really good, but also gets Aaron moaning like nothing else, and she has to shush him so no one hears.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you like that, but we have to keep quiet, sweetheart. If you want to come, you need to keep quiet.” She tugs him by his hair so he’ll lift off of her pussy; his mouth is shiny and wet, lips red, eyes wide and deep and dark, and she has half a mind to just say fuck it and let him dick her down on the desk, let the whole office hear, but she takes a deep breath, composes herself like a good little domme. “Are you alright to finish me, or was that enough?” she asks, and he nods, frantic.

“I want to finish, please. I want to eat your come, please,” he tells her, and she bites down hard on her bottom lip and brings his head back between her legs. That’s an offer she can’t refuse.

“Oh, fuck, yes, sweet boy,” she praises softly as he doubles down on his efforts to get her off. She wraps her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, pulls him closer, hooks her legs over his shoulders and tries her best to keep quiet as he brings her—sloppily but oh so wonderfully—to a leg-shaking, heart-pounding, breathless climax.

The first thing she wants to do after is slide off the desk into a puddle on the floor, but Aaron will need praise and affection from her, she remembers. She leans up, still a little shaky, and rubs her hands over his back as he laps at her come and slick as promised. Whoo boy. Naturally, Aaron finds a way to make his special sub time revolve around her pleasure and his prowess, however unintentionally.

“That’s enough, my good boy. You did amazing, baby, let me see your handsome face.” He looks up at her, rests his head on her thigh, thoroughly exhausted in a way you can only be after serving someone with everything you have. Real subspace is rare for him, but he’s there, and she’s glad. She knows he needed it desperately. “So perfect, sweetheart. My incredible, gorgeous husband. I love you so much.”

She reaches behind her, grabs some tissues Aaron keeps handy for tears and/or sex fluids, and cleans off his face, curls to take it in her hands so she can kiss him soft and sweet and loving.

“Did you come, baby?” she asks gently, and he shakes his head no. She caresses him, hugs him, kisses his face. “Oh, so smart and obedient. Amazing boy. Are you ready to finish inspection?”

“Yes, please,” he says softly, and she kisses his lips, pushes his chair back a little, and gets on her knees in front of him.

His cock is covered in precome now, but thankfully none got on his pants; she cleans him up slowly with her tongue, and he whimpers, his body practically trembling with need.

“Please. Please, Sophie,” he says, breathing hard. She takes one soft lick of his head and brushes her fingers through his hair.

“Shh. I’ve got you, baby. Your cock is perfect today, just like always—big and hard and pretty, wet and hot and delicious. Time to come for me, lots and lots, sweetheart, okay?” She runs her hands over his body, and he nods, leans down for a kiss.

She puts her mouth around him, strokes him, sucks him wet and tight, and, unsurprisingly, he finds his orgasm quickly, grips the arms of the chair tightly, gasps in pleasure. She slowly opens her mouth while stroking him, so he can watch himself spurt onto her tongue, and he’s blinking slowly, sighing deeply when he’s finished.

Only, he’s not finished, as she recalls. She climbs into his lap, pets his head, runs her hands over his bound arms, and kisses his lips.

“Can I fuck you, sweet boy? One more orgasm for both of us; I know you can do it.” He groans but nods his head, and she lines him up at her entrance, sinks down to take him in easily. They both moan louder than they should, and she rides him fast and hard, tugging his hair, biting his throat. “Yes, baby, perfect, baby. You came so good for me before, so much, perfect. You can come for me again, just a little. Just a little, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fuck. Sophie, fuck,” he groans, and she works the collar of his shirt open, bares the fleshy part of his shoulder, and bites and sucks a hickey there while she moves in his lap, fingers still tight against his scalp. “Yes, please, harder.” She’s not sure if he wants her mouth, hand, or hips to go harder, so she goes for all three, and he grunts and comes inside her again, just barely, but the way his body shakes tells her it was good regardless.

“Perfect, sweet, good boy, that’s just what I wanted. You came for me again, baby. God, you’re so good.” She focuses all her attention on his face, his mouth, kissing him and whispering into his ear, and then she comes too and they spend a moment just looking at each other, panting against each other’s lips.

When she feels like she might be able to climb out of his lap without tipping over, she does, gets to work untying his arms right away. He flexes his wrists, stands carefully, and puts both hands on her face, kisses her with such passion she almost falls, too. When he pulls back, he wets his lips, exhales deeply.

“My god, baby.” The corner of her mouth twitches up in a smile, and he smiles too, even though she’s fucking destroyed him; she thinks it was kind of what he needed, to crumble like ash so he can rise from it a little healthier, a little happier. She grabs more tissues and cleans off his cock, helps him get himself back together. She already misses the bruise she put on him, wishes she could leave his collar open for the world to see, but she’ll get to play with it tonight, so things could be worse.

“You were being a real beast today, sweetheart. It was the only thing I hadn’t tried, and the villagers were about to come burn down your castle, so… Figured it couldn’t hurt.” She leans up to kiss him, then cleans up her own situation, lets him fluff her hair and straighten her clothes because he likes doing that for her. “So here’s some water for the love of my life,” she says, handing him his bottle, “and I can run down to grab our lunches in a minute. Would you like to cuddle on the sofa first?”

They do, and he puts her legs in his lap and just clings to her, presses his face against her throat, breathes against her pulse. She sits with her arms wrapped around his shoulders, slips her fingers through his hair, and when there’s only a little time left in their lunch hour he tells her he’ll come down with her to grab their food, to refill his water bottle.

The atmosphere in the bullpen is a little tense when they pass through, but on their way back up to his office, she makes a joke about her being the beauty and him being the beast, and how that makes the others teacups and wardrobes and candlesticks (JJ is the teacup, Derek is the wardrobe, Spencer is the candlestick, that’s just how it is) and they both laugh, and sigh, and smile. She’s missed this while he’s been unhappy, hopes to god it lasts. Friday morning, Aaron is in a great mood, and they have sleepy, happy morning sex, and then they pick up donuts and good coffee for everyone, and Sophie gets several pats on the back from the members of her team.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner/original female character #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x original female character #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #latina original female character #sub aaron hotchner #beast #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x reader

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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vii. Heaven or Las Vegas, The Princess and the Pogue Series

I’m paying for all my father’s sins, so I'mma thank him for you. I'mma thank him for you.

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of a hurricane, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, riding, swearing, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of child abuse.

Summary: JJ’s past comes back to bite him.

Words: 2449

The hurricane outside had dissipated before the break of dawn, a drizzle continuing afterwards, the sound soft against the Château windows. The Princess and her Pogue slept soundly through the night, with JJ’s arms wrapped protectively around y/n’s frame. A little after ten o’clock JJ’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the rays of light seeping through the curtain. He had turned the lantern off before they fell asleep the night before, the beams of daylight enveloping the room enough to perfectly view y/n sleeping against his chest.

JJ took in her features; her thick eyelashes, her full brows, her juicy pink lips set into a small line from the relaxation of sleep. Y/N’s breathing was steady, and JJ couldn’t help the soft smile playing on his lips as he admired her. She was so beautiful, naturally beautiful, and he felt things for her that he had never felt for any woman before.

JJ’s distracted by his thoughts, watching her body as it wiggles against his. Her eyes fluttered open with a sleepy smile spreading on her face. “Morning.” She mumbled, unraveling herself from his grip to sit up against the pillows beside him.

“Morning, Princess. You’ve survived your first hurricane.” JJ commented, pointing towards the window where the sun was now shining.

“I think part of that survival had to do with you, I don’t think I could’ve mentally gotten through the storm without you.” She leaned forward, their faces inches apart as she placed a little kiss against his lips.

“Mmm...well, if I get you in my bed for every future storm, I’d be okay with that.” He admitted though it was bold to think that way of her after knowing each other for such a short time. But shit, maybe it was fate, he didn’t know. All he knew was he wanted to feel what Sarah and John B felt, and he certainly was on his way there. “But something is missing from last night.” He added.

“And what would that be?” She questioned, raising a thick eyebrow in his direction. JJ snaked a hand down between her breasts, y/n shivering at the touch.

“Your orgasm. I gotta satisfy my girl, right?” JJ teased, tilting her chin up with his free hand to place his lips upon hers once again. Her heart fluttered when he called her his girl, the flutters quickly changing for heat between her thighs as his left hand that had traveled down her breasts found her clit beneath the blanket, rubbing the nub with his thumb.

Their lips melt against each other, kissing her fervently before moving his lips to her neck, sucking against the tanned skin. Her body snaked down so that she could lean back against the pillows, JJ pulling the blanket off her body to devour her with his eyes. His lips placed hot kisses down her skin, his tongue snaking out to lap at her left nipple, causing y/n to moan.

“Such a pretty sight, I’m hard as a rock just listening to your moans.” He admitted, sucking her nipple into his mouth, his fingers lowering down towards her entrance. He pushed two fingers in, feeling her sopping heat around him, another moan escaping from her lips.

He worked his fingers in and out slowly, teasingly, wanting her squirming underneath him. JJ’s lips moved from her left nipple onto her right, providing it the same attention as her left. His fingers picked up their pace inside of her, y/n’s legs squirming under his actions.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” JJ cooed, moving his lips off her nipple to hover his body over hers. Their eyes met, both blown with lust, and she licked her lips while bucking her hips down for stimulation.

“Please JJ, fuck...just do anything. Want to cum for you.” She whimpered, a confident smile on JJ’s face. He snaked his body down, parting her legs further apart to nestle his face between her thighs. He placed light kisses to the flesh there, kissing achingly slow towards her slit.

JJ finally let his tongue dart out against her folds, tasting her juices before removing his fingers from inside her cunt, allowing his tongue to take their spot inside. Y/N’s mewling underneath him, bucking her hips up into his face though JJ’s hands quickly grabbed her thighs, holding her in place against his mouth.

He lets his gaze meet hers as he spits against her hole, diving back into her cunt and making quick work with his tongue. Her head lulls back, eyes closing in bliss as she felt her breathing becoming ragged, her stomach churning for her coming release.

“F-fuck, JJ...gonna cum…” She mumbled, spurring JJ to lap at her faster, his thumb moving to rub at her clit to draw out her orgasm. He continues for another minute before he feels her release on his tongue, lapping up everything she has to offer. Her back arches off the bed as she comes down from her high, her breathing slowing down. JJ finally moved his face away from her pussy, licking his lips of the remnants of her juices, and moving his body up to press a kiss upon her lips once more.

“You taste so good, the sweetest shit I’ve ever tasted. Better than any cake or ice cream I could ever want.” He commented, moving to lay back against the bed beside her. Her eyes trailed down to his cock, noticing how hard it rested against his abs, the tip leaking a bit of precum.

“Do you want some help with that?” Y/N mentioned, glancing down at his cock with a seductive smile on her face.

“I mean, this morning was all about you. But of course, I’m not gonna turn down being inside your sweet cunt.” JJ responded, watching as y/n swung one leg over his lap, her body straddling his hips. Her hips moved until the lips of her pussy touched his cock, her walls clenching at the thought of having him inside her again. His hands moved to her hips, tilting his head back to look up at her. “You’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock, huh?”

Y/N nodded, rolling her hips over his cock, a guttural groan escaping his mouth. “I mean, we might as well try other positions now that you’ve popped my cherry, right?” She teased. She lifted her hips, grabbing his cock with her right hand and holding it up. Slowly, she lined his cock against her entrance before sliding down onto his length inch by inch. The position makes her feel even more full than she had felt the night before, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feeling. She kept her slow speed until his cock bottomed out inside of her, causing them both to moan.

“I’m so fucking full.” She mumbled, opening her eyes as her arms rested on his chest for support. Slowly, y/n lifted her hips back up, pulling almost completely off JJ’s cock before slamming back down. JJ’s nails dug into her hips, his grip tightening to hold her steady, his blue hues gazing over her body lustfully.

He watched the way her breasts bounced against her with each up and down movement, the way her pussy swallowed his cock every time she was full of him, skin to skin. It was intoxicating watching her come undone above him, her eyes slowly closing and her head lulling back towards the ceiling. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Grind your hips back and forth, Princess. You’ll get more stimulation to your clit that way. Want you to try to cum with me.” JJ muttered. She nodded at the instructions, focusing on stimulating her clit as he mentioned, soft moans falling from her lips.

“M’gonna cum again…” She mewled, JJ’s hands rocking her back and forth faster against him.

“Cum with me.” He commanded, thrusting up into her heat until they both came, riding out their highs together. Once they relaxed from their ecstasy, y/n pulled off his cock with a pop, rolling back to lay beside him on the bed.

“I didn’t even realize I could cum back to back like that.” She admitted, snuggling into his side again. JJ wrapped his arm around her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.

“I could make you cum way more times in a row if you wanted.” They both laughed before falling silent, reveling in each other’s company. It wasn’t awkward, the pace they moved physically or emotionally, completely natural.

“Do you and John B have any food that is digestible after the storm? I’m starving.” Y/N announced, looking up at JJ. He lifted his body off the bed, walking towards the dresser and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers. Sifting through the second drawer, he pulled out one of his favorite cutoff shirts, tossing it over to the bed for her to wear. The shirt was familiar to her, one of his favorites he’d throw on while they were out fishing or hanging around the Château. She smiled, pulling the shirt over her head, the fabric enveloping her figure and coming down to mid-thigh.

“Damn, you look good in just about anything.” He observed, stepping out of his bedroom towards the kitchen. Y/N followed suit, sitting down on the couch as JJ rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. “Alright, our choices are slim. We’ve got...blueberry bagels that can’t be toasted, also no cream cheese or butter. We also have a box of cheerios, no milk...and two slightly bruised apples.” JJ stated, turning his head in her direction and waiting for a response.

“Let’s go with a bruised apple.” She answered. JJ threw one of the apples in her direction, y/n catching it in her hands and taking a bite. JJ opted for a dry untoasted bagel, taking a bite as he flopped down on the couch beside her. She peaked out of the window, noticing quite a few branches knocked down from the storm, puddles of water all over the yard.

“How long does it usually take for the electric company to get the power back on?” She questioned, leaning back into the couch, her legs draped over JJ’s own.

“It depends, sometimes a few hours once the storm clears, other times it could take a few days. Seeing how the storm rolled in fast and out faster...at least until the end of the day.” JJ took another bite of his bagel, bringing his free hand down to rub over the skin of her leg in his lap.

They finished up their makeshift breakfasts, y/n going into the kitchen to toss the core of her apple out before settling back into the couch with JJ. The pair laid next to each other, eyes slowly closing until they both fell asleep against each other on the couch, JJ’s head resting against her shoulder.

A half-hour passed until JJ was startled awake by a knocking sound. His eyes popped open and he shimmied his body out from under y/n, moving over to the door leading to the screened-in porch. He stopped abruptly when he saw the person standing on the other side of the locked door, his blood running cold and his jaw tightening.

Slowly, JJ opened the door and stepped outside onto the screened-in porch, shutting the door behind him as to not wake up y/n. He stood against the wall, swallowing the lump in his throat, his hands firmly crossed against his chest. “What are you doing here, Dad?”

His father scoffed; his hands buried in the front pocket of his pants. “Not the warm welcome I had hoped to get after not seeing you in years.”

JJ tensed his jaw, standing up straighter. “I did as you asked; I helped you leave Outer Banks for good. You know showing up here could get you arrested…” He looks down, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Kie didn’t wanna help you that day, didn’t want me to help you either. I told her if I helped you leave on Malcolm’s boat, that maybe I would never have to help you again. I should’ve fucking known.”

“Now don’t be like that, J.” His father responded, taking a step closer, JJ’s body immediately tensing. JJ’s dad held his hands up, an innocent smile on his face. “I just need one last favor, then you’ll never have to see me again. Promise this time.”

Before JJ could respond the front door opened, y/n standing in the doorframe. She had changed from just JJ’s shirt back into her underwear, shorts, and bra from the night before, JJ’s shirt tucked neatly into the waistband so as not to look like a child in her father’s clothes.

“Who’s this?” JJ’s father inquired, looking between the two. JJ turned in the direction of the door, looking at y/n, his expression cold.

“Y/N…this is my dad. Dad, this is y/n.” JJ mentioned, watching y/n as the muscles in her face tightened.

“I’ve heard so much about you.” She deadpanned, JJ’s father tilting her head with a piqued sense of interest.

“Really? I wish I could say the same about you.” He mentioned.

“I didn’t say any of the shit I’ve heard was good.” Her head turns towards JJ, meeting his gaze. Her expression was full of concern, silently checking if JJ was alright. He gave her a soft nod before turning back to look at his father.

“You didn’t answer my question. What do you want?” He hissed, unable to control how angry he felt. The fact that y/n had to meet his father at all, that he was here at all, made his blood boil. There was also a twinge of fear, not as much for his safety, but y/n’s.

“As I mentioned before, I need one last favor. I’ve gotten myself into quite the mix-up with some men in Jacksonville, men that I owe a lot of money to. To get me out of this situation I’m gonna need you to break into Ricky’s house, grab the keys to his ambulance, and get any type of drugs inside. I’ll take them back with me on Malcolm’s boat and offer them in exchange for my debt.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists at his sides. “Thought you were headed to Yukatan?” He questioned, an unrelenting stare locking on his father’s face.

“Got chased out of there as well. Now, are you gonna help me, J? Do it for your old man.” JJ’s father pleaded. JJ thought for a moment, looking back up at y/n who seemed displeased by the entire plan.

“If I do this, this will be the last time I will see you. Ever.”

Tagging those who may be interested. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged/untagged: @jemimah-b99, @midnightf, @serendipityrogers, @eireduchess, @calisamcro, @moniamaybank, @astrydis, @sokovianheadtilt, @blackwiddows, @matbarzalschain, @bigassnocash, @sspidermanss

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Please do 61 with Ransom.

61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

Hmmm, more OTP for all you lovely hoes! You nonnies just keep lobbing em right at me.

This ended up sparking something in me and I ended up writing a full length fic about more escapades with the asshole bunch.

Tagging my babes @chrissquares @stargazingfangirl18 (I’m targeting you a little with this one Siri cuz lacrosse Ransom is def wearing Fila) @subtlebucky @egcdeath

Quick, dirty, outdoor smut!!! No minors!!!

You and Ransom had decided to meet at the park with the other couples in his little asshole group of friends.

It was finally starting to warm up some, and when the boys had brought up getting out the sticks for some lacrosse you had jumped on it. Ransom didn’t have the balls to tell you it was really just a guy thing, you looked so excited about it.

He parked the beemer at the park entrance and grinned when he saw your Volvo already there. He grabbed his sticks and the cooler full of beer from the trunk and headed towards the field where he saw the rest of you gathered.

He groaned as he drew closer and finally got a good look at you as you waved at him. You looked like a preppy dream in a polo shirt and tiny shorts, a headband around your forehead and knee high socks under your cleats.

“Hey baby!” You said giddily as you ran towards him with your stick slung over your shoulders. “Can you believe I still fit in my high school uniform?”

“I think you’re taking this a little too seriously sweetheart.” He grinned, dropping the cooler and catching you when you jumped into his arms and pressed your lips to his with a satisfied hum.

“Says the man who showed up wearing his letterman’s jacket.” You teased as you hopped down and helped him carry the cooler the rest of the way.

“Yeah? Well if you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” He purred in your ear as you set down the cooler, wrapping his stick around your back and drawing you close.

“Ha! I’m not playing lacrosse in pants, Hugh!” You said with a shake of your head. “But keep that in mind for later. Can you believe none of the other girls brought sticks?”

“Honey, none of them play lacrosse.” He chided as he watched you stretch.

“Well then what’s the point of... oh goddamn it!” You rolled your eyes as you stood up. “This was supposed to be another boy’s outing where I sit with the other girls and get wine drunk wasn’t it? Don’t answer that! Chauvinist assholes...”

He just chuckled as he watched you mutter to yourself angrily, grabbing your extra sticks and storming off towards the other girls, gesturing wildly as you tried to go over the basics with them.

“So, the girls are playing then?” Dylan asked as he came to stand by Ransom, grabbing an IPA from the cooler and taking a gulp.

“Sure seems that way.” Ran answered as he watched you shove a stick at Lexi and make a throwing motion that she tried to emulate feebly.

“Is this gonna be another day of your girlfriend showing us all up, Drysdale?” Chaz asked as he joined the two of them, chuckling as they tried to figure out exactly what you were trying to instruct the girls on now. “Cuz I don’t think my ego can take it.”

“I dunno what to tell you man.” Ran said with a shrug, grabbing himself a beer and drinking deep. “Quit inviting us to this shit if you don’t want her to hand your ass back to you.”

“Alright douchebags, lets play some lacrosse!” You screamed at them, a massive grin splitting your face.

“I can’t decide if having her on my team or playing against her will be worse.” Logan groaned as the four men walked towards the field apprehensively.

“Alright, should we split this up by couples or what?” Dylan asked as Lexi moved to stand next to him.

“Sounds good to me.” You beamed.

“Great, so Y/N, Ran , Chaz and Brit, you guys can play together and me, Jess, Logan, and Lex will be the other team. Girls play defense.”

“Sounds good.” Ran said fast before you had a chance to start an argument, guiding you away from the center of the field quickly.

“But I play attack, babe.” You whined as he walked next to you and stopped in front of the goal.

“Yeah, I think that you playing attack might be a little too much all at once sweetie.” He said with a shrug as he moved to middle position. “Just channel that frustration babe, you’ll do great!”

You just chewed on your lip as you watched Logan and Chaz grapple for the ball. Logan won out, barreling over Chaz and spinning past Ran like a pro. You smirked as you pivoted towards him, bracing yourself as you charged each other.

He shifted his weight to spin around you and you grinned before full body checking him, ripping the stick out of his hand and helicoptering it out of his grip as you tossed him over your shoulder. You scooped the ball up and lobbed it to Ransom as you sprinted up the field. He passed it back to you when Dylan tried to take him down and you snatched it out of the air before diving around a confused looking Lexi and chucking the ball at the net, grinning when it sailed past Jess for a point.

“Goddamn it!” Dylan groaned as you jogged past him back to your position, giving Ransom a celebratory high five that he followed up with a smack on the ass as he grinned at you.

Logan was still trying to stand up as you returned to your defensive position, glaring at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“How the fuck was that not a foul?!” He seethed at you.

“A foul?!” You shouted with an air of disdain. “Don’t be a pussy Van Doren! You bring that weak shit to my house and I’m serving it right back to you! Right babe?”

“That’s right babe!” Ran shouted back to you as he shrugged apologetically at Logan when he stalked past him.

The rest of the game went about the same, you hardly let anyone past and Logan flinched so bad every time you got near him it was easy for your team to dominate. Dylan finally called a stop after an hour, he and Logan covered in dirt and bruises from the rough play.

“That’s it, we’re done. I need a fucking drink.” He huffed as he dragged himself off the field, Lexi bouncing next to him excitedly. Apparently, one of the things you had been teaching the girls was how to hit, and she had cracked Chaz and Ransom a couple of times. You grinned and congratulated her and the other girls on a game well played as you moved to grab a porter from the cooler.

“Jesus Christ, Drysdale. That woman is a damn menace.” Logan groaned as he grabbed a bag of ice and pressed it against his ribs.

“Yeah, how the fuck do you keep up with her?” Chaz asked, shaking his head as sipped his lager. “She’s barely sweating.”

“I don’t even know man.” He said with a shrug, gasping for air as he chugged his IPA. “She’s a fucking pistol.”

“Not the word I’d use but whatever.” Logan said, annoyed at you two.

“Shut up, L, you’re just pissed she beat the shit out of you.” Dylan said with a grin. “Where you going, Ran?”

“Gotta take a leak!” Ransom lied as he jerked his head towards the trees suggestively after making eye contact with you.

“Scuse me gals, I gotta help Hugh with something.” You said around a grin after chugging the rest of your beer.

“Jesus, you two will do it anywhere, huh?” Brittney said with an eye roll.

You just shrugged at her as you jogged after Ransom towards the small clutch of pines.

Ransom grabbed you around your waist and swung you off your feet when you reached him, making you squeal before he smashed his lips against yours.

“You were amazing.” He purred as he pressed you up against a tree, running his lips up and down your throat and making you whine.

“Yeah, I’m a fucking legend babe. I told you.” You muttered around a grin. “Did you see those hits I landed?”

“Mmhm, sure did.” He mumbled, nipping at the hollow behind your ear that he knew drove you crazy as his hips ground against you.

“You ever eat a legend’s pussy, Hugh?” You teased, starting to shove his head down between your legs.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Y/N!” He whined as you forced him to his knees. “I was kinda hoping we could both get something out of this.”

“Sorry babe, middle gets whatever attack says they get.” You said with a shrug as you slid your shorts off and hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Make me come with that pretty mouth and maybe I’ll let you get your dick wet.”

“Bitch.” He murmured as he started brushing his lips over your inner thigh, no real malice in his tone as he gazed at you through his lashes.

“That’s right Hugh, I’m the fucking bitch. Now lick it.”

He ran his nose over your clothed core and inhaled deeply before shoving your panties aside. You moaned as he dragged his tongue over your slit, lapping up the evidence of your arousal before swirling his tongue through your folds.

His hands moved under your ass and tilted your hips towards his face, giving him even more access to your dripping heat. Your fingers gripped his hair painfully when he flicked his tongue over your asshole in a quick series of kitten licks before moving it in a heavy stripe back up to your clit.

You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when he slid a finger inside you, curling it in a come hither motion at the same time he pressed his tongue against your clit. He lashed your bundle of nerves lightly as you writhed against him, your head thumping back against the tree as he slipped in a second finger.

His lips wrapped around your clit as he started fucking you with his digits, curling and twisting them inside you so he hit every spot he knew would drive you absolutely crazy. You felt him grin against you as he shook his head to bury himself deeper in your folds, groaning when he felt you clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, Ransom! I’m so close.” You panted breathlessly, grinding your pussy into his face as you neared the edge.

You felt him slide his pinky into your puckered hole, spearing past the tight ring of muscle until you felt the cool metal of his ring against your entrance and you fucking lost it.

Your thighs tried to crush his skull as you came violently, somehow managing to swallow the shriek that tried to rip out of your chest. He moaned as he ran his tongue over your pussy to collect your release as it ran over his fingers while you clenched and fluttered around him.

“How was that, champ?” He said around a wicked grin once you finally released his head, sliding his hands up your body as he stood up.

“Good... it was good.” You panted as he buried his face in your neck.

“Yeah? Good enough for you to help me out, babe?” He asked, grinding his hips into you to show you how hard he was at the same time he wrenched your polo and sports bra up to expose your breasts.

“I think we can work something out.” You murmured as he palmed your breast with one hand while the other splayed over your ass.

“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?” He hummed as his lips moved over your throat softly.

“Oh, I dunno. Something extra special for my favorite middle.” You purred, pushing him away from you a little bit so you could turn around.

“Fuck, really?” He beamed, running his hand over your ass as he pressed you into the tree.

“Really, you did such a good job, baby, you deserve a reward.” You said as you peeked are him over your shoulder. “Now fuck my ass until I come again, Hugh.”

He chuckled darkly into your hair as he slid his shorts down his legs and drew his cock out of his boxer briefs. You moaned as he ran his length through your slick before he pressed his tip against your pretty hole. The groan he let out as he speared into you made your pussy clench around nothing, fluttering as your body tried to draw him as deep as possible until he was fully sheathed in you and his hips were resting against your ass.

“Shit. Oh my god.” He hissed into your shoulder as he stilled his hips for a beat. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Yeah, I know.” You mumbled as the tree bark scratched at your cheek. “Could you move? I’d like to have another orgasm sometime before noon.”

“So fucking bossy.” He groaned before sliding out of you halfway and slamming back into you, making you yelp.

You moaned as he finally started fucking you, his hips moving at a vicious pace as he bounced you against the tree. He wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed lightly as he drew you back against his chest.

“Love when you let me fuck your ass, baby.” He growled in your ear as his hips slapped against your cheeks, making you mewl as slick started leaking down your thighs from your aching pussy. “Love how wet you get and how you strangle my cock. You want my fingers in that tight little pussy?”

“Yeah.” You whined as he teased his fingers over your clit. “Need you in my pussy so bad Ran, I’m gonna come.”

He sucked your earlobe between his teeth and spanked your pussy before shoving three fingers inside you as you came with a shriek, your body arching against him as you spasmed uncontrollably.

“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so good.” He groaned as you came down, sobbing with pleasure and sagging against him. “I’m gonna fill this ass up.”

You felt his cock throbbing inside you at the same time he twisted his fingers and you screamed, your release gushing out of you and soaking his thighs as he filled you with his spend, pressing you against the tree and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as his hips jerked. He groaned into your hair as he shoved his cum deep inside you and pulled his fingers from your swollen cunt.

“Holy fuck.” He mumbled into your hair before sucking his fingers into his mouth and groaning at your taste.

“Yeah.” You murmured as you yanked your bra and shirt back down and pulled your panties back into place before bending over to slide your shorts back on. “You should’ve lettered in that.”

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A/N: Not just regular assholes, preppy jock assholes!!!

#natalie answers #smut prompts #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom x you #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom smut #ransom drysdale #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #smut #eighteen and over #eighteen plus #do not interact if you are a minor

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felswritingfire · 3 years

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hewwo! when you're done with April Brainrot, which is fantastic btw, i'd like to request a scenario of fem!MC asking Malleus to "put a baby in her." if you're comfortable with it, of course.

Idk what type of horny gremlin crawled into my head and fucking decided that I needed to write this as a smut and not something funny like I was planning, but here we are- I hope you enjoy it, Honey!

NSFW beyond the cut

You almost choked on your breath as Malleus palms you breast with one of his hands, his other resting on your thigh as he rests between your legs. His hair tickles your cheek, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that as he suckles on your neck: his fangs grazing against the soft skin and his tongue lapping at the spot. Your knees knock against his hips, thighs trembling at the thought of the dark hickey that he’s more than likely to leave in the morning.

The sudden roll of his hips startles a moan out of you as the stiffness of his erection (erections actually- the man is a dragon) grind against your clothed clit. His voice is husky as he asks: “did you mean it?” You cling to him as he keeps rolling his hips at a steady pace. “Did you mean it when you said that, my Star?” His voice tapers off into a shaky moan as you begin to try and match his pace.

“Y-” you whimper before you gulp and take a deep breath- “yes- fuck- Malleus, p-please put a baby in me-”

You let out a gasp as his weight is suddenly off of you as he looms over you. He hikes up the sun dress you’re wearing even more until it’s above your heaving breasts, showing off the lacey white bra you’re wearing and the matching panties. He’s quick to dive his hands behind your back, forcing you to arch, and unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere forgotten in a corner of the room. You whimper as he shuffles back, pulling your panties down over your thighs and off your legs.

He holds the flimsy fabric in his hands, his green eyes dark as he stares at them, before he takes a long lick of the wet spot, still warm with your excitement. Your eyes widen and you gulp, sucking in a breath at the way he moans against them. His gaze sliding to your awe-struck face, he tosses the fabric behind him as he lowers himself before his cheek rests against your bent knee. He places a trail of kisses from your knee down your inner thighs until he rips a moan out of you when his scalding forked tongue is suddenly twirling around your clit. You tremble as he runs it up and down your labia, taking time to suckle against the swollen bud before his lithe fingers follow and he begins to thrust one into you.

He trembles at the sweet noises he draws out of you, reveling in the way your thighs tremble and you fight to keep them spread for him, your fingers intertwining in his hair. He feels the dull sensation of your hands wrapping around his horns and he only sucks and thrusts his (now two) fingers hard.

“M-Malleus- w-waaaai- aaaaaah-” your whole body trembles and you fall backwards, your back arching off of the plush bed as you start to buck your hips, series of cries and curses falling from your lips as you lose yourself in the haze of pleasure the fae was bringing you.

He hums, adding a third finger, pulling away and licking his lips, so he could watch you when he finds that one spongy spot that had you seeing stars-

A sharp keen leaves you, your thighs trembling at the sudden assault of his fingers curling and thrusting against the spot. You squeeze your eyes shut as his name falls from your lips. You spasm as he thrusts his fingers into you a couple more times before he finally stops them. You fall limp, letting out shuddering breaths.

“Good girl.” He says with a smile, his eyes closed as he pulls his fingers out of you, a thin line of your juices connecting the tips of his fingers to your entrance. He sits back on his haunches, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs to reveal his leaking cocks (pretty things that both have a slight upward curve to them) to you, their heads a bright red. He sighs, stroking one of them with your juices. He shudders. “I’m gonna put a baby in you now, hm?”

He leans over you, his hand coming to settle next to your head. His other hand snags one of the many pillows scattered across his bed and slips it beneath your waist. He licks his lips again as watches your twitching form: your eyes watering, your chest heaving, one of your hands wrapped around his wrist and the other fisting into the sheets-

Malleus’ mouth waters at the sheer sight of you, he rubs the head of his bottom cock through your lower lips, relishing the feeling of your wetness. He groaned as he presses into you, his tip popping inside of you while he eases the rest of it into your tight entrance. He lets out a groan as he finally bottoms out. His arms tremble with sheer effort to control himself from thrusting into you. “Gonna…” he gulps, pulling his hips back to rock into you, you whimper at how full you feel. “Gonna fill you up so good- so much you’ll have my baby. Mine.” He begins to build up speed, moving farther back with each thrust until, finally, his tip is the only thing that remains in you as he pounds into you with slow, powerful thrusts.

Your mouth hangs open, your body moving with each contact of his hips, even as you thrust back against him. “M-Malleus-” you blabber, shivering as your hand that was fisting the bed slid down to circle your aching clit. “Fuck- you’re gonna put a baby in me- you’re gonna fuck a baby into me-”

He growls, low and reverberating in the air, before he suddenly drags you up, thrusting into you at a rapid pace that knocks the breath out of you. You scramble to hold onto his shoulders as sobbing moans are ripped out of you. “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim- you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby- so pretty- so pretty.” He presses kisses just under your ear, groaning into your skin as his hips twitch and his rhythm grows sloppy.

You world spins once again as he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach and raising your hips up before he slips his dick back into you, his top cock rubbing between your ass cheeks as you trembling and moaning. He presses his back against yours as he thrusts a brutal pace into you. “Fuck! Malleus!” You cry, being pushed over the edge that has your walls fluttering around his cock.

He chants your name, a few more thrusts until he slams his hips flush against yours and cumming deep inside of you along with the one on your back.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before Malleus is nuzzling against the back of your neck. He hums. “Do you think you can take both of my cocks in you next round, darling?”

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Hobbies

Phic phight! @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy

A series of vignettes about Danny having various hobbies.

(Master the Orb)

Danny exhaled slowly as the ice built up between his hands. Each new layer glittered in the ghostlight cast by the overhead ambient ectoplasm, embedding complex patterns in the overall piece as new layers built up over it.

“Very good, Great One,” rumbled Frostbite behind his shoulder. “Your control has improved immensely.”

Danny inhaled equally slowly, examining his work so far but not adding to it quite yet. “I don’t know. It looks a little lopsided.”

“Mmm, it looks fine to me. Especially for such an early attempt.”

Danny sighed, exhaling the ice he had built up with his breath. “So, it is lopsided.”

“Consider it practice,” said Frostbite, encouragingly. “It takes time to master art of any kind.”

“Humans do ice sculpture, too,” mumbled Danny. “They get really good, too. I’ve seen pictures. And videos. They don’t even have ice powers.” He rubbed his thumb over the surface, smoothing over a slightly rougher patch.

“That may be true,” said Frostbite, “but, again, you just started, Great One. You have only had your powers for a little while. Give yourself some support.”

Danny shrugged. “I guess it isn’t something my life depends on, so I can relax about it.” He built up another layer of ice. “This is oddly therapeutic, and I don’t say therapeutic lightly. You know Jazz.”

“I do indeed,” said Frostbite, somewhat ruefully, head half-bowed.

Jazz could be a force of nature, even more so than ice powers.

He held the ice orb up to the light. It caught on the patterns he had placed there. Fractals were the easiest. He was hoping that if he got better, he’d be able to make real sculptures with patterns in them, instead of just orbs.

But, first, he had to master the orb. Just like how when drawing you had to do circles first. Circle. Orb.

Ooorb. Yep.

The controlled application of ice. The evenness of the internal patterns. The solidity, density, and durability.

His orb was… not very orblike, despite what Frostbite said. Frostbite probably thought he was making so flat on purpose.

Yeah. He was terrible at this.

He was having fun, though.

(Furnace)

“You’re taking up glass blowing?” asked Tucker, surprised.

“Yeah? Is there a problem?” asked Danny, reaching over to stop his friend from accidentally drawing a line of orange sharpie across his poster on the themes in Macbeth.

“No!” said Tucker, quickly. “But, like, why? It just seems… unlike you.”

“Exactly,” said Danny, nodding sharply. “It has absolutely nothing to do with my powers and nothing to do with my family. Plus, I had a coupon.”

“For glass blowing?”

“It was a groupon,” said Danny. “For making Christmas tree ornaments. I’m going to do it with Jazz.”

“But, Danny,” said Sam, looking over from where she was working on her own poster about Twelfth Night, “glass blowing, uh, involves a lot of heat.”

“Sure?”

“Danny, you have an ice core.”

“Ah,” said Danny. “Well. I’ve got to use that groupon. If it doesn’t work out, it’s only the once, right?”

“Oh my gosh,” said Danny, wringing sweat out of his t-shirt. “That was awesome!” He giggled to himself and peaked into the annealer again. “So awesome!”

“Uh huh,” said Jazz. Her attempts had been… rather less successful than Danny’s, partially because she was trying so hard to make them perfect. But she had managed a few little baubles, nonetheless. “I think these’ll all be good for the tree. Assuming we get one.”

“And it isn’t set on fire.”

“Oh, yeah, that was a bad year.”

He squeaked open the annealer again, only closing it when the instructor lightly scolded him. “They’re so terrible and lopsided,” said Danny.

“Hey,” said Jazz. “Mine are fine.”

“I know! I was talking about mine.”

“Ah, okay then. I agree.”

“You aren’t supposed to agree.”

“What, you want me to lie? And after you said it first?”

“No,” said Danny. “But you could be nicer about it.”

“I’m your sister, what do you expect?”

(Lung Capacity)

Danny let the last note trail off to complete silence. He stared apprehensively at the assembled student body. Curse Mr. Lancer’s extra credit talent show assignment. Any minute now, they’d start laughing at him.

What was he thinking? He’d just watched a few YouTube tutorials on breath control, and he thought he could come up here and sing in front of people? He was a moron, and—

Sam and Tucker started cheering wildly, followed rapidly by everyone else in the gym.

Okay. What?

Sam and Tucker, following impulses known only to overexcited teenagers, swarmed up the stage and attacking Danny.

“Why didn’t you tell us you could sing like that?” demanded Sam.

“When did you learn?” asked Tucker, doing his level best to noogie Danny. “Why did you learn?”

“I wanted to improve my, you know, wail,” muttered Danny, “and all the breath control YouTube videos either had to do with diving or singing, so…” He did a little head wiggle to illustrate his point and also dislodge Tucker.

“I just can’t believe you kept this a secret from us,” said Sam.

Danny snorted and took a sort of half bow before attempting to leave the stage. “My dudes, I am basically made of secrets.”

“Encore!” screamed someone who clearly hated him.

“Oh, no,” said Danny, bracing himself against Sam and Tucker who were pushing him back into the middle of the stage. “No encore. I don’t do encores.”

But now people were chanting. Chanting.

“Come on, Danny,” said Tucker. “Just once!”

“Yeah, these are your fifteen minutes of fame!”

“I had those already! Multiple times!”

“That was Poindexter.”

“And now it can be you.”

Danny reluctantly took the microphone back off the stand.

(Letterhead)

The ink was thick, almost creamy, and paint-like. It was the ectoplasm mix, which also gave it a rich, rosy glow.

Danny was practicing ghost calligraphy. Well, one particular subset of ghost calligraphy, one which put special emphasis on the color of the letters as well as how they fit together.

It was a totally useless hobby. But it was… not exactly calming. No. He’d gotten way too angry about poorly formed arcs and crooked lines a couple of times. So. Yeah. Not calming. But… meditative. Meditative. And there was something satisfying about seeing the finished product.

Plus, if he framed his better finished work, they made for good presents for weirdo ghosts.

“You misspelled this,” drawled Ghost Writer.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Keuwii only has one kei.”

“This is only one kei.”

“What’s this, then?”

“It’s a flourish.”

“A flourish.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s a critic. If you don’t want it—”

“I didn’t say that.”

Danny raised an eyebrow.

Ghost Writer made a show of rolling his eyes. “Very well. Do you have one for my half-brother Randy. Perhaps one that says something along the lines of ‘idiot?’”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

(Babies on Fire)

“Danny,” said Jazz. “What are you doing up at three in the morning with a lighter? And… yarn? Is that yarn?”

“Dad wanted me to learn how to sew,” said Danny, “but I don’t like needles, not the sharp ones, anyway.”

“You get stitches every other week,” pointed out Jazz.

“Exactly,” said Danny, gesturing with the lighter. “So, I decided to look into, you know, knitting. And I was on knitting websites, and having, you know, a pretty good time with that, but then I found out about the babies.”

“The babies.”

“The babies,” said Danny, seriously. “And the blankets that are on fire. It depends on the yarn, you see. If the yarn is the wrong kind of yarn, if it catches on fire, the blanket can melt onto the baby. It’s terrible. Just terrible.”

“I kind of think that if the blanket is on fire you have bigger problems,” said Jazz. She took a step closer to her obviously insane younger brother. “Are you… testing the yarn?”

“I have to, Jazz. It’s for the babies.”

“Alright,” said Jazz. “You are going to limit it to just the yarn in our house, right?”

“But we don’t have any babies.”

“Okay, that didn’t answer my question, but, like…” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Since we don’t have any babies here, why are you testing the yarn?”

“Because we might have babies here in the future,” said Danny. “Or I might knit something and give it to someone as a gift and then they give it to their baby. Oh my gosh, I’d feel so guilty.”

“I’d be more worried about the toxic waste in our basement,” said Jazz, which was exactly the wrong thing to say to a sleep-deprived half-ghost on the edge of an Obsession-fueled breakdown. Danny vanished in a blur, trailing yarn behind him. Jazz, who had only gotten up for a glass of water, cursed under her breath.

(Before the Ball)

“I’m so, so sorry, Dora,” said Danny, holding back something adjacent to laughter.

Dora laughed, more openly. “It is fine, Sir Phantom. Even now, you are better than my brother.”

“Am I really? Your brother? Who was raised to do this?”

“Well,” said Dora, letting go and stepping back out of the range of Danny’s feet. Which were, evidently, both left feet. “No, I’m afraid, but it is amusing to say, isn’t it?” She pressed her fingers to her lips, suppressing more laughter.

“Yeah, it is,” admitted Danny.

“In any case, you are far more graceful concerning your mistakes than he ever was. More gallant. A better representative of chivalry altogether.” She patted the shoulders of his shirt.

“Thanks,” said Danny. “Do you think that I’ll be, uh, ready in time for the party?”

“It’s more than a party,” said Dora. “You’re being officially knighted. You’ll be a peer of the realm.”

“Aha,” said Danny. “Yeah. I don’t… what? Really? That’s a thing?”

“You thought I was joking?”

“No,” said Danny, drawing out the word. He had, in fact, thought she was joking and only accepted her offer to teach him how to dance because he thought it sounded like fun and like it might take his mind off his problems. “Of course not. So. Dancing. Important. For first impressions?”

“Everyone already knows you, Phantom,” said the knight assigned as Dora’s bodyguard. “But dancing is surprisingly useful for swordplay. Which you need all the help you can get at.”

“You said I was getting better.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re good.”

“Ouch.”

(Time)

“I don’t have time for a hobby,” complained Danny through the Fenton Phones. “Maybe if the ghosts let up a bit—” He zapped one of said ghosts.

“Danny, are you fighting ghosts right now?”

“Yeah. That’s my point.”

“Oh my god, get off the phone.”

“No way! This is the only time I can call you, what with all of your classes.”

“Danny…” said Jazz, clearly exasperated. He took advantage of the lull in the conversation to blast a few more ghosts.

“I’m fine Jazz.”

“You are not fine. You are, like, ten thousand miles away from fine. When was the last time you even slept through the night?”

“Eh,” said Danny. “Recently?”

“You need to take more time for yourself.”

Danny sighed and captured the last ghost. “Maybe catching ghosts is my hobby.”

“Catching ghosts is your self-imposed penance for doing something that isn’t even your fault. Not a hobby.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk to you on Wednesday, same time.”

“Danny, don’t—”

He hung up.

“Ugh,” said Danny. “I guess I need to find a hobby. Have to find time to find a hobby.”

“Perhaps I could be of help.”

“Ah!” Danny jolted forward, dropping his phone.

Clockwork gestured with one hand, and the phone dropped back into Danny’s hands from above.

“Ohhh my ghost, why are you here?”

“You were just talking about finding time. And now I’m here.”

“Good timing, I guess?”

“Only the best,” said Clockwork, evenly. “But we were speaking of hobbies. Might I suggest ice sculpture? Your friends in the Far Frozen would be more than happy to teach you...”

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