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luminnara · 3 years

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I wonder what Dick would be like trying to flirt on the lead up if the mission, trying to be smooth and cool before screaming next to Weasel. The back track of trying to be cool again after than freak out would be glorious and I would probably fall for it, lol

Dick Hertz x fem!reader

This ended up way longer than intended and I am not mad about that lol

Sfw but raunchy!

Requests for oneshots and HCs are open!

You were no stranger to the concept of the suicide squad.

Thanks to your own colorful past, and powers that you couldn’t always quite control at first, you were stuck serving out a long ass sentence at Belle Reve, the shittiest shit hole of them all. Your only escape from the mundane, high-security monotony was the occasional mission from Waller.

The Suicide Squad—more officially known as Task Force X—was the latest installment in Amanda Waller’s series of highly classified, top secret, black ops teams. She chose Belle Reve’s most infamous criminals, many of whom had extraordinary powers and even more extraordinary reputations, and tossed them together on incredibly dangerous missions. You knew she didn’t care whether you lived or died, but successfully completing such impossible tasks always cut time off your sentence, and with nothing else to do with your time, you always thought it was worth the risk.

And besides...you hadn’t died yet.

So when Waller approached you during your daily yard time, you already knew what to expect.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumbled as you followed her into the exam room and plopped down in the same old chair. “I know the drill. I go off mission, you blow my brains out.”

“—with the explosive device implanted in the base of your skull. Correct.” Waller said, unimpressed.

“And what, you have to give me a fresh one?” You raised an eyebrow as the doctor made you lean forward. “Lose the button for the last one or something? Or are you afraid that just one won’t do the job?”

Waller looked even less impressed. “I suggest you put a lid on that attitude today.”

“Why?” You winced at the feeling of a thick needle pushing into the back of your neck. “Jesus, fuck! Seriously, how many little bombs do I need in my head?”

“Good luck, puppy.” The doctor sneered as you stood up to follow Waller back out into the corridor.

“This is a black ops mission.” She continued with her usual spiel. “Your commanding officer is Colonel Rick Flag.”

You gasped. “The Colonel Rick Flag?”

She turned to glance at you.

“I have no idea who that is.”

You could hear her sigh in exasperation. “Suit up and go outside to the transport. You’ll meet the rest of the team and fly out to Corto Maltese.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Yeah, the Suicide Squad was a nice distraction from your shitty everyday life...but putting your ass on the line for someone who didn’t give a shit whether you lived or died, and who was always hovering above the button that would splatter your brains all over the wall, wasn’t exactly the greatest feeling in the world.

Waller waited as you ducked into a room to change. There was a black box waiting for you, and upon opening it, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of your old gear. The dark gray leather suit fit like a glove, and your gun had been cleaned and polished after your last mission, the painfully bright fluorescent lights reflecting off of the barrel with a gleam. You grabbed your gloves and strapped your ammo belts on before buckling a gray carbon fiber mask on.

Wearing your own stuff always lifted your spirits. It was the suit you’d been arrested in a few years ago back in Metropolis, and after seizing it, the feds had been nice enough to give it some upgrades with newer tech. Anything to make you a better government-sanctioned killing machine, you guessed, and it’s not like you were gonna turn it down. After all, killing was how you ended up in Belle Reve in the first place, and it was one of the only things you were good at...it just made sense for Waller to want to put your near-inhuman skills to good use.

You walked out to join her again, lugging a canvas bag of equipment and supplies along behind you.

“Pick that up and carry it correctly.” She snapped as the doors at the end of the hall opened.

“Why don’t you eat my—“

You interrupted yourself by groaning at the bright sunlight as it hit your eyes, raising a hand to shield your face as you managed to spot an armored truck waiting for you.

“You’ll have a lot of new teammates.” Waller called after you. “Be on your best behavior. I’m not responsible for anything they do to you.”

“Probably just a bunch of old farts like always!” You yelled back as you jumped up into the back of the vehicle.

Two guards sat down on either side of you as you got yourself settled in. There was another woman already waiting, her skin orange, her hair in a high ponytail that seemed to be pulled through the top of her helmet. She was regarding you with very little interest, and that was absolutely fine with you. You had a few friends within the Belle Reve prison complex, and you weren’t necessarily looking for more.

The ride was short and uneventful. You passed through a few gates that took forever to open, waited for a few security checks, the usual shit. When the truck came to a halt and you hopped out again, you were at a small airbase hosting a few hangars for planes and helicopters, one of the latter already sitting outside. Guards from Belle Reve were lining the circle of armored vehicles, and as yours joined them and the back doors were opened once more, you grimaced at the bright sunlight.

“Afraid of a little sun?” The orange woman laughed, baring her teeth at you.

“Hurts my eyes,” you mumbled, jumping down after her.

You landed on pavement, looking down at your feet in an attempt to avoid the oncoming headache you knew was imminent. When your shoulder rammed into someone, though, you had to look up anyway.

What you saw wasn’t exactly what you were expecting.

A good looking blond guy was looking down at you, a cocky grin on his face. “Whoa, didn’t realize we were getting a babe this time!”

You glared at him, grateful for the mask covering the lower half of your face.

He couldn’t see you blush that way.

“Little girl’s got some ammo, huh?” He reached for one of the belts strapped across your chest,

Your hand flew up to grab his wrist and you held him in a Vice-like grip, your glare more pointed now. “Touch me, and you can see some of it from behind your eyeballs.”

Blondie whistled lowly, relaxing his arm. “You’re tough, huh? I like that in a girl.”

You dropped his wrist and rolled your eyes. “Still gonna like it when I’m ripping your balls off?”

You could swear he was swooning on his feet. “Baby, you are a goddamn tease...”

“Oy, Dickhead!” An Australian voice rang out, “back off!”

His grin faltered for a moment, obvious disappointment flashing over his face. “Oh. Got a man already. Damn.”

“Who, Boomer?” You grinned, unclipping your mask as you turned to wave at one of your only friends. “Nah, I’d never fuck that wanker.”

“I heard that!” The gold-toothed Aussie yelled.

You let out a loud laugh as you looked back to blondie.

You were caught off guard by the actual, genuine look on his face. He was admiring your smile now that your mask was off, his eyes lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second longer than they should have. He was trying to be smooth, you could tell, and most people wouldn’t have noticed something so slight...but you were an assassin working your way through a couple life sentences, and you weren’t most people.

It all only lasted a moment before the cocky grin was back. “So, after this, you wanna come back to my cell, maybe we could, you know...” he waggled his eyebrows at you, making a hip thrusting motion you almost couldn’t believe a grown criminal was making.

“Maybe focus on not dying first, slim.” You patted his chest before turning towards Boomer, leaving blondie to stare after you—or more precisely, your ass—with a dramatic, longing look.

Your friend was regarding you with an amused expression. “Flirtin’ on the job? Didn’t think you had it in ya.”

“Shut up.” You punched his arm a little too hard and he winced. “Who is that guy, anyway?”

“Dick,” Boomer said, rubbing his arm.

“Don’t call me a dick—“

“No, dumbass, that’s his name. Richard Hertz.”

“...very funny, Boomer, but there’s no fucking way his parents named their kid Dick Hertz.”

Boomer shrugged. “Believe me or don’t, I don’t care. Either way, it’s the truth.”

You scoffed and stole a glance over at your new admirer. He was tall and pretty well built, platinum blond hair short, lips pulled back in a grin that showed off straight white teeth. He was dressed in all black, two guns holstered to his chest, and as he messed with a Belle Reve guard by pretending to reach for one, he looked like an overgrown child who should not have been allowed to hold onto firearms.

“Please tell me he’s got a cooler name,” you groaned.

“Why? So you can scream it at night?” Boomer cackled. “He goes by Blackguard. He’s pretty strong from what I hear. Prolly pretty fun in bed, too.”

You wrinkled your nose and rounded on Boomer. “Shut up.”

“You like him.” Your friend grinned. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Just remember to name your kid after good ol’ Uncle Boomer.”

You gave him a rough shove and he stumbled back a few steps, laughing like a madman the entire time.

“Hey!” One of the guards barked at you.

Rather than pushing your luck with your armed babysitters, you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. More cars were pulling up, dropping off the rest of your comrades, and while Boomer was distracted with them, you stole another glance at Dick.

He was still messing with the same guard, and was receiving some harsh warning glares in the process. Was he a complete idiot, or was he so cocky because he could actually handle it? He had to have ended up in Belle Reve for a reason. It wasn’t the type of place you went to for innocent misdemeanors. And if he was chosen for a Suicide Squad mission, that meant that his sentence was long enough to warrant risking his life to lessen it...and it also meant that he was useful.

When he winked at you, you realized with a start that he had totally noticed the way you were checking him out.

Fuck.

“Time to load up!” A voice yelled, saving you from any further embarrassment.

A few minutes later, you were strapping yourself into your seat on the chopper, pretending not to notice as Dick struggled with his seatbelt across from you. The guy sitting next to him had to help, and when you finally couldn’t help yourself, you let out a quiet laugh from behind your mask.

Dick’s head shot up to look at you, that cocky grin plastered to his face again.

“Wish you were over here helpin’ me,” he said bravely. “Rather have your hands down by my—“

“Dick.” Colonel Flag warned as he stood above you all with his gun in his hands.

Boomer let out a loud laugh at the unintentionally dirty euphemism and you snorted.

“What? Just makin’ some conversation,” Blackguard said, leaning towards you with a wolfish glint in his eyes. “You don’t mind, do ya, Princess?”

Your cheeks were heating up behind your mask, and he could see the way your eyes crinkled slightly with your smile.

God, he wished he could see your smile again.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late!” A familiar voice said. “Had to go number two.”

“...Good to know.” Flag sighed as none other than Harley Quinn herself hopped in.

“Harley!” You called, reaching for her with grabby hands as she looked for her seat.

“Hey there, baby!” The pale blonde woman greeted, slamming her equipment bag into Savant’s head. “Hey, Boomer!”

“What’re you doin’ back in prison, Harls?” Boomer asked, hanging onto the nylon mesh cage behind him as he stretched his arms out.

“Got road rage. In a bank.” She finally found a spot between you and Javelin, and as Flag checked everyone over, the chopper took off into the air.

The lighting was dim and red, the thrumming of the helicopter blades blending in with the white noise of the pressurized cabin. Save for that, it was quiet for a while, everybody either sizing each other up, or, in Dick’s case, imagining how you looked under your suit.

“So, uh...how much longer you in for?” He asked you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I don’t exactly think I should be talkin’ about sneakin’ into your cell while Flag is here to rat me out about it,” Dick grinned.

You caught the colonel rolling his eyes.

“Hey, that never stopped anybody,” Harley said brightly.

“Boutta be in a whole big ass jungle,” Boomer elbowed you in the side. “Plentya room in there to be alone.”

You groaned as Dick gave you a sly grin.

“Y’know, this mission’ll be over in no time.” He said, stretching his arms out behind his head. “I’ve got some wicked ass powers. I got this.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, recognizing the way he was trying to peacock and impress you. “Not worried about anything?”

“Baby, I’ll carry this whole team. Just you watch.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Dick.” You bit his name out as more of an insult, but he didn’t seem to care, giving you another wink.

He obviously thought that his flirting and posturing was working...but you were pretty sure he was just annoying. Cute, but annoying. Maybe good for a hook up here or there...but that was about it.

“We’re in a butcher’s freezer, Harls!” Boomer called from the other end of the bench. “Surrounded by dead hogs hangin’ on hooks. Only they don’t know it yet.”

“Leave ‘em alone, Boomer!” She called back with a laugh.

You chuckled at your friends, leaning your head back as you settled in for the flight. Harley was complimenting Javelin’s accent, you still didn’t know what TDK stood for, and Boomer was just starting to mess with him about the fact that all names were made of letters when the freaky weasel-thing next to Dick stole everyone’s attention.

It was one of the strangest creatures you had ever seen. Human height, covered in mangy brown fur, with big bulging eyes and a mouth full of sharp little teeth all made it both fascinating and concerning to look at, and as it made a few disgustingly wet retching sounds, Dick nodded towards it.

“Yo, is this a dog?” He asked.

“...What?” You asked in disbelief. He had to be fucking with you, right? There was no way he meant it.

“Is this thing a dog?” He repeated.

“A...a dog?”

“Yes.”

“What...what kinda dog do you think it is, mate?” Boomer asked.

“I dunno, I’m not familiar with all the breeds.” Dick gave him an incredulous look.

“I’m gonna go with Afghan hound.” TDK said.

“Since when does an afghan hound have bloody thumbs?”

“Oh my god, is it a werewolf?” Harley asked excitedly. “I’ve wanted to meet a werewolf for ever!”

Dick was already up and struggling against his restraints. “Yo, they sat me next to a werewolf?!”

“That’s not right,” TDK agreed as his neighbor slammed into him in his desperate attempt at an escape.

Boomer was laughing loudly, and you couldn’t help but join in. “You’re seriously scared of werewolves?”

Dick glanced up at you as he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt. “Yes, I fuckin’ am! So fuckin’—get me out! I do not fuck with werewolves, there is no fuckin’ way—“

“Maybe you should hop onto your new girlfriend’s lap!” Boomer cackled, jabbing a finger towards you.

“Poor baby,” you cooed, and as you saw the look in Blackguard’s eyes, you were pretty convinced that he was about to try to tear his way out so that he actually could.

“Hey, hey, he’s not a werewolf!” Flag yelled over the commotion. “He’s a weasel, he’s harmless! I mean, he’s not harmless, he’s killed 27 children, but I—I think we got him to—I think he’s agreed to this, so relax.”

“Thought you were super tough?” You asked as Dick calmed down and caught his breath. “Gonna carry the whole team?”

Rather than the snarky flirtation you expected, he actually looked a bit defeated. When you raised an eyebrow, though, he took the prompt, and the most desperate backtracking you had ever seen began.

“Yeah, well...” he scoffed, trying to give you a cool look. “Caught me off guard, that’s all. No big deal.”

“Off guard? Isn’t guard, like, in your name?” You teased, your smile genuine behind your mask. Alright...he was winning you over now. He was an idiot, but...maybe he was a lovable one.

He faltered for a second. “I-I mean, yeah, well...”

Flag was shaking his head. “Get into position to drop!”

Everyone unbuckled themselves and collected their things, lining up to jump into the ocean off the coast of Corto Maltese. When you saw that Dick was back to struggling with it, again, you smiled to yourself and leaned down in front of him.

“For what it’s worth...” you said as you pulled up on the metal tab, your hand dangerously close to his crotch, “I wouldn’t mind shacking up somewhere in the jungle with you.”

He stated at you with wide eyes, disbelief written all over his face. He really was cuter when he wasn’t putting on such a dumb, cocky facade, and he jumped up as quickly as he could to follow you.

You just laughed as you straightened up and walked away, Blackguard right on your heels. As the door opened and the big, dark ocean came into view below you, you felt a hand brushing against your hip and a firm chest press up against your back. You realized you could have stayed right there forever, patiently waiting to see how far he was brave enough to go...but you were both members of the Suicide Squad, and you had a job to do.

“I’ll see you down there, Dick,” you said, turning your head slightly to glance at him.

“See you on the other side, baby,” he grinned.

#dick hertz #dick hertz x reader #richard hertz #Richard hertz x reader #blackguard x reader #blackguard #the suicide squad #the suicide squad x reader

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nextdoor-neighbors · 3 years

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Just Admit It

Request: ahh, okay i’ve never made a request before. But could you write like George and female y/n and they’ve slept together before like during parties at school but Y/n is staying at the burrow for summer now. Anyways like y/n is cleaning the kitchen or something and then George comes and he starts telling her how she should just admit that she likes him and stuff & she just kinda starts to get annoyed and keeps telling him she doesn’t but he keeps teasing her & finally he like pulls her into him and teases her and starts touching her lol. Then one thing leads to another and they end up in his room and then obviously smut starts. But like also include him making her touch herself and stuff. Obviously like 18+ yk. If you do write this then thank you!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut, some language

A/N: happy new year’s eve! here’s my last story of the year, thank you guys so much for reading, and I’ll see you all in 2021! :)

“It’s no problem, Mrs. Weasley, really.”

“Oh, you’re an angel, dear. But please, call me Molly.” She smiles widely at you before heading upstairs to find her husband. You look at the sinkful of dishes in front of you and, sticking your arms deep in the hot, soapy water, get to work.

“Looking to make a good impression on my mum, I see?”

You grin at the sound of George’s voice, not bothering to turn around as you scrub at a plate. You and the twins had always been decently good friends, being in the same year at school, but over the past school year, you and George had become slightly more.

You’d always been attracted to him, but you never really knew how he felt until the two of you hooked up a party after a few too many fire whiskeys. Since then, you haven’t been able to stay away from each other, but lately, you were confused about the extent of your feelings for him.

“Yes, I am,” you respond, setting the plate aside to dry, “and it’s working. At least I hope it is.”

“It is. Trust me. She adores you.” George’s hands come to rest on your hips, and you lean back into him as you continue on the dishes. Your breath hitches slightly as he begins to drag his fingers lightly up and down your sides, clearly trying to distract you from your task.

“She also is under the impression that there’s something going on between us, no matter how many times I’ve told her we’re just friends. But,” George says, gripping your hips tightly and lowering his voice as he leans forward into you, tilting his head so that his lips are right next to your ear, “there could be something going on, if you’d just admit that you like me already.”

“You said it yourself, George. We’re just friends.” You dunk a cup into the water, ignoring how much you just want to give into him. You love teasing him, never giving him what he wants right away. It drives him absolutely mad.

“I did say that. But friends don’t do this, do they?”

Next thing you know, George’s hand slides around to the front of you and down your pants with ease.

“George!” you hiss. You grab his wrist and pull his hand out, turning around to face him. He gazes at you hungrily, a smirk on his face.

“George,” you repeat, quickly grabbing a towel off of the counter to dry off your hands and arms, “What if one of your siblings were to come down here? Or your parents?” No matter how shocked you are by his actions, you can’t deny how turned on you are, either.

“Then they’ll know we’re not just friends,” he says, grinning and stepping towards you. You step back, your back hitting the counter. He leans towards you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you. “Just admit you like me, Y/N. Three words, and I’m yours.”

You look up at him, letting your gaze flicker between his eyes and his lips. You don’t want to give in quite yet. Where’s the fun in that?

“You wish, Weasley.”

He pushes his tongue against his cheek, shaking his head and glancing down at your lips.

“Not the three words I was hoping for. Let’s go.”

“Let’s go? I-”

He leans down and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and over his shoulder.

“George!” you exclaim as he laughs, carrying you towards the stairs, “the-the dishes, I told your mum I’d-”

You’re cut off by your gasp of surprise as George slaps your ass as he carries you. You know that at any minute, one of his family members could come out of their room and see or hear the two of you, but like George, you always loved a little bit of a risk.

“We’ll worry about those later. We have more important business to attend to right now. Like you not admitting that you like me.”

“I don’t!” you insist. You reach one of the few empty bedrooms in the house and George brings you inside, closing the door gently behind him to make as little noise as possible.

“You reckon Charlie will care if we use his old bedroom?” he asks, chuckling to himself as he tosses you on the bed, following by climbing on top of you. He lowers himself on to you, pressing kisses to your neck. You let out a soft moan, which results in George’s hand coming down over your mouth.

“Shhh, princess. I thought you didn’t want anyone to find out?”

George lowers himself back to your neck, sucking on a tender spot. You know that there’s definitely going to be a mark there, but right now, you could care less. You slide your hands up under his shirt and rake your fingernails lightly down his back, which makes him shudder against you.

He pulls away, getting off of the bed, and you can’t help but wonder why. You let your eyes search him, from his flaming red hair that’s sticking up in several places, down to his erection that’s straining against his pants. In other words, you want him, and you want him now.

“What?” you ask, sitting up and pulling off your shirt. His eyes immediately drop to your chest, and he smirks a little before making eye contact with you again.

“Just admit it.”

“Why?” You start undoing your belt buckle, laying back and lifting your hips off the bed to slide your jeans down. You know at a certain point that George won’t be able to resist, so while he’s trying to play a little game of his own by not touching you until you admit your feelings for him, you decide to have some fun, as well.

And it just so happens that both of you are stubborn as hell.

“Why not? There’s no negative outcome. There’s only a negative outcome to not admitting it,” George says. He pushes his tongue against his cheek as he watches you slide your hand down your stomach and over your panties. You rub yourself through the fabric, and you know by his flushed cheeks that he’s restraining himself.

“And what would that be exactly?” you ask him breathily as you continue to rub yourself, but this time, you slide your hand under your panties, your fingers circling your clit.

He chews on his lip for a minute before unbuckling his own belt, but instead of coming back over to you, he steps back, stroking his cock as he continues to watch you.

“Well,” he says, quietly, letting out a small groan of pleasure before continuing, “if you don’t just admit it, you won’t have me as your boyfriend, which would be pretty bloody amazing, I think. You’d be missing out on a lot.”

You watch, growing wetter by the second, as he touches himself, and you can’t possibly think about anything else besides how badly you want him to touch you instead, or how badly you want his dick inside of you-

“Fine,” you finally gasp, pulling your fingers away from yourself, and George’s eyebrows raise at your sudden surrender, “I like you. I do. I like you a lot. I think you’re funny and sweet and I just want you to fuck me already.”

It’s almost as if a switch is flipped, and George’s lips curl into a devilish smirk.

“Was that so hard?” he teases, walking closer to the bed, “Now get on your hands and knees.”

You react instantly, removing your panties and getting into position, and you feel the bed sink under his weight as he kneels behind you. He wastes no time pushing into you with a groan, fingers digging into your hips.

“George,” you moan.

You feel him wrap his fingers in your hair on the back of your head and push your head down into the mattress as he continues to thrust into you, increasing his speed. You reach between your legs, rubbing your clit, and you know that you’re going to come undone soon.

“I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m close,” George says, his voice strained.

You finish soon after his words, the wave of pleasure floods your body. George follows your lead, and you feel him releasing into you, his grip tightening on you as he does so. You lay down on your stomach on the bed after he slowly pulls out of you, and he lowers himself next to you, rubbing one hand up and down your back softly. You smile and curl into him, resting your head on his chest, feeling his still-pounding heartbeat thud against your cheek.

“So, how long?” George asks, wrapping an arm around you.

“Hm?” You bury your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent and warmth.

“How long have you fancied me?”

You giggle, and George presses a kiss against the side of your head, which makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.

“We’re still on this?”

“We never left it,” George replies, “After all, that was just the celebratory sex of you finally admitting it.”

“You know,” you say, propping yourself up to look at George, “I don’t think you’ve ever actually admitted that you like me. You’ve been so determined to get me to say it that you haven’t said it yourself.”

George reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s ‘cause I figured it was obvious. You, on the other hand, have been playing hard to get.”

You laugh, which makes George smile.

“Barely. Y’know, if you just asked me out like a normal person...”

“Where’s the fun in that?” George sits up slightly to kiss your lips lightly. “Now, if I remember correctly, you have dishes to finish.”

You groan and pull away from George, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. You’d forgotten about the dishes, but you really didn’t want to make yourself look bad in front of Mrs. Weasley by just ignoring them, especially now that you’re in a relationship with her son, so you start to drag yourself out of bed.

“You’re helping me, just so you know,” you say, tugging George’s shirt over your head, “since you so rudely interrupted me earlier.”

George laughs, following your lead and pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“I interrupted you for a good reason, though, did I not?”

Before you can respond, he grabs your hips from behind and pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your shoulder.

“Georgie,” you giggle, “let’s just go get this done. Do you want to be up all night?”

“I mean-” George spins you around to face you. “I wouldn’t mind being up all night with you, but not washing dishes.” He winks before walking past you, pulling open the door and heading down the stairs towards the kitchen.

You laugh to yourself and can’t help but wonder what you just got yourself into, but what you do know is that a relationship with George is going to be anything but boring.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley one shot #weasley twins #weasley twins x reader #fred and george #fred and george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley fanfiction #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins fanfiction

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hikarus-shida · 3 years

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MJF: "Take It" 18+

MJF x fem! reader

genre: smut/nsfw 18+, kinda fluff at end (meh)

warning: smut, 18+, angry sex, some edging and oral (male oral), foul language - also not proofread

summary: mjf is very angry after being humiliated by chris jericho. instead finding chris and beating him, he decides to take his anger out on his s/o sexually.

requested by: anonymous (I hope you enjoy!)

Masterlist

This is an 18+ imagine. If you're not 18+, please read at your discretion if you don’t intend on leaving this post. You’ve been warned. :)

Tag List: @cutierocker202

I think I got too carried away with this, oh well! I hope you all enjoy. I still have so many more smut requests to do - really got my work cut out for me lol!

You watched on the monitor as Chris and your boyfriend, Maxwell, spoke in the ring. They were going over Maxwell’s stipulations and what he wanted if he was going to face Chris. Everything was going well until Chris had gotten a cheap shot in on Maxwell. You gasped as Maxwell fell backwards, the smirk on Jericho making you fume up.

You knew Maxwell was going to be pissed and humiliated the moment he came backstage, so you made sure you were nearby to help him calm down. When Maxwell came backstage, he was red in the face and spewing profanities at everyone around him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy how angry he was and how much it turned you on, but you couldn’t think about him sexually right now, not when he was about to kill someone.

“Max, baby, you need to breathe. Jericho is an old piece of shit that’s nearing his death bed. You’ll have your chance to get back at him soon.” You tried your best to relax him with your words, but he wasn’t having it. Maxwell rolled his eyes at what you said, shaking his head as he laughed.

“My god Y/N, you’d be a terrible therapist. Don’t ever think of changing professions, you’re good at and good for nothing else. You know what you’re good for? Good for bending over, so don’t think you can tell me how to feel about what just happened to me. In fact,” Maxwell stopped speaking as he grabbed your arm and dragged you to The Pinnacle locker room, not caring who saw him. “How about you make me feel better the only way you know how that you won’t fuck up?”

This was a new side of Maxwell you were seeing. Sure, you two have had makeup sex, rough sex, slow love-making sex, but sex with an angry Max? You had a feeling that this would still hurt you in the morning.

Maxwell shut the door and locked it behind the two of you, walking over the couch and sitting down. His legs spread open as he looked over at you with intent, eyes full of fire. “Well, whore? Do you really want to keep me, of all people, waiting?”

You scrambled over to where he sat, getting on your knees in the open space between his legs. Unbuckling his belt, you inched up and tried your best to not eagerly pull down his pants. You licked your lips as his member sprang up, almost as if it was happy to see you. Maxwell grabbed his cock with his right hand, jerking it slightly before smacking each side of your cheeks with it.

“Suck me off.” He commanded, laying back onto the couch with one arm on the arm rest and the other laying on the top side of the couch. You took just the tip into your mouth at first, Maxwell was big and he took pride in his length. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to put all of him in your mouth, but if you didn’t try he wasn’t going to let you hear the end of it.

Your tongue swirled over his tip as your head bobbed down to the middle of his shaft. You continued your head bobbing motions, your lips wrapping tightly around his length. Your mouth began to make suction noises and as the amount of spit on his member grew, you grabbed the remaining left that couldn’t fit in your mouth and began to jerk it as you gave him head.

Maxwell smacked your hand away though and gripped your hair, making you pull forward and take more of him in you, “Don’t think for a second that you’re gonna get away with not putting me in your mouth entirely. Be a good whore and take it, take it all.”

You had to prepare yourself mentally before doing so, but Maxwell didn’t give you any time. He was running out of patience and decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing the sides of your head with both hands and pushing it down. Your gag reflex had activated as his cock was practically down your throat at this point. Maxwell groaned profanities and buckled his hips as he thrusted into your mouth, a smirk that refused to leave on his lips.

Maxwell removed his length from your mouth, not before tapping it on your tongue. The trail of spit from your mouth all the way to the end of his shaft was a sight to see, one of the best, and it only made him harder. Maxwell grabbed your chin, taking it in between his thumb and index finger as he looked into your eyes. “Take those fucking pants off. I wanna fuck you all night until I’m no longer angry.”

You got up immediately and obeyed, your underwear was soaked and you couldn’t wait for Maxwell to touch you where you desperately needed it. He pulled you on top of him and a moaning gasp came out of you as your folds came in contact with his tip. Maxwell slid his tip through your folds over and over again, looking at you as he teased you.

He slid into your pussy, being courteous enough to give you time to adjust but not for long as he wrapped both arms around your lower back and pulled you towards him as he began to drill you from below. His thrusts were fast and hard, calculated almost, as your skin clapped together. You whined and moaned, your clit being stimulated from rubbing against his pubic area.

Maxwell kept his momentum, your juices flowing all over his shaft and down to his balls. He grunted and groaned, taking your hair into his hands in a tight grip. He pulled you in for a kiss and god, was it a nasty one. Your lips connecting together, so wet and sloppy, your tongue flicking against each other as he nibbled on it before pulling away. The hand that held your hair released it’s grip, moving down to your ass and releasing hard strikes that were sure to leave a mark on it. “Look at you whore, losing your mind over this cock, wetting this nice leather couch like the dirty girl you are.”

You nodded in response, your lips parting as more moans continued to escape. You were close to your breaking point, but Maxwell had other plans. He hoisted you off of him and stood up, pushing you into the couch, positioning you into doggy. Maxwell slammed into you, making you yell out in bliss, before pulling out. He would thrust into you with power then pull out, doing this a few times before slamming into you again and gripping your hips tightly.

“You’re so tight, so wet. It’s a shame that no one else will ever get to experience you like I do. And it’s too fucking bad that they don’t know you like to be humiliated, just like how I was out there.” He spat out, his grunts getting significantly louder and it was clear that Maxwell didn’t give a shit who heard you two. His hands moved down to your ass, gripping it and slapping it. Maxwell slapped it over and over again, each slap more powerful and harder than the last. “Oh Y/N, if only you could see how red you are. I bet you’d enjoy it like the whore you are. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Maxwell, I would,” You cried out, the stinging sensation only pulling you closer to the edge. You were going to cum soon and you knew it, that feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Oh Max baby, I’m gonna cum. Will you let me cum?”

Maxwell cackled almost maniacally, “Now why the hell would I let you cum right now? You don’t deserve to cum just yet.” His length slid in and out of you harder as he got more deeper, the wetness making sloshing sounds that filled the both of your ears.

Maxwell was on his way to releasing and he didn’t stop his powerful thrusts yet. He hunched over you as he continued to thrust, his member now hitting you deeper and deeper. He could feel his cock swelling with each thrust and grunted, the sweat beading at his forehead beginning to trickle down. You on the other hand were a mess; you wanted to cum so bad and were so close to disobeying Maxwell, just to feel that sweet release.

Maxwell was thinking of you though and reached his right hand over you, his fingers rubbing your clit and pinching your bud. His fingers played with your clit sloppily as you gripped onto the couch and laid your head on it, biting your lip. “Cum for me, whore.” He uttered, his fingers not leaving your bud.

You cried out as you came on his member, his thrust not faulting as he continued to slam into you deeply and harder. Maxwell lived for breaking you down, so his fingers still kept on rubbing your clit as he kept on thrusting. His hips crashing into your ass harder each other, you were sure the both of you were going to be so sore the next day.

Maxwell’s hands transitioned onto your shoulders as he pounded you for the last few times, his sweet seed ready to fill you any minute now. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy up with my cum.” He groaned, his cock twitching as he began to cum and ooze into you.

The grip on your shoulders tightened as Maxwell released his load into you, he even moaned at the sensitive sensation it left him as he was still inside of you. He pulled out and laid beside you, not bothering to clean up yet. Like clockwork, the softy side of Maxwell came out and he pulled you close to him, kissing you on the forehead.

“Was I too rough on you?” He asked, heavily breathing. You shook your head, in fact you actually enjoyed this version of Maxwell and wanted to see more of him in bed, but it was nice to see the sweetheart in him again.

“No, I’m okay. You’re not mad anymore and I’m a happy girl that just got the shit fucked out of me. So, we’re even.” You shrugged, laying your head onto his chest as you two shared a laugh.

“Let’s go freshen up, okay? I’m gonna take care of you now.”

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 3 years

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Happiness Continues

Epilogue

Summary: The Ackles’ celebrate a birthday with their families.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.6K+

Warnings: Language, unprotected intercourse, oral sex (male receiving), semi-public sex

Author’s Note: Well, I can’t believe it, but here is the final installment to this epic saga (I can say that since I wrote it lol). I’m so thankful to each and every one of you who have taken the time to read. I sincerely hope it has lived up to your expectations. Many thanks to my constant cheerleaders and to @winchest09 for looking over this one. xoxo Alex

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Five Years Later

The island was littered with Tupperware, each one filled with pre-cut vegetables, meats, or cheeses. Y/n stood at the edge, humming along to the muffled music playing outside as she arranged the snacks onto servings trays. She was concentrating on the Halloween design she was putting together, missing the sound of the patio door opening and closing around the corner to the kitchen.

A soft ‘oof’ fell from her lips as a body pinned her between themselves and the counter. “I’ve got a full moon that’ll make you howl,” the voice of her husband was thick as he spoke in her ear, his arms coming to rest on the counter around her, effectively caging her in. Y/n reeled back from him, concern evident on her face as she turned her head. The couple made eye contact before bursting out in shared laughter.

“That was so bad.”

“Yeah it was really bad,” Jensen agreed, his body still shaking with amusement.

“I don’t even know what to say to that.” Y/n turned back to her task with a shake of her head.

“Uh, say you can’t wait to see my full moon because it’ll bring out the animal in you,” Jensen suggested, referencing back to the werewolf costume she had chosen for the night.

“Nope, not doing that.” Y/n was quick to shoot him down. “How long have you been working on that one?”

“Pretty much since you came downstairs in this little number,” his voice dropped as he let one hand fall to her knee, tracing the inside of her thigh up until it hit the edge of her skirt.

When her husband suggested Supernatural costumes, she hadn’t thought he was serious at first but he convinced her, not that it took much. She knew that she wanted to do something a little different than an angel or demon, choosing instead to emulate Garth’s werewolf family from the episode Sharp Teeth. So she got her nails done, bought a pair of yellow contacts and a silver bullet on a chain, and paired it all with a white turtleneck and plaid skirt. It was simple but she was satisfied with how it turned out. Her husband’s reaction to seeing it just the cherry on top she had not intended.

“You are such a guy sometimes,” she giggled, though she would never admit that it was one of her favorite things about him.

“Oh, you love it,” he purred, pressing the length of his body closer to hers, the hand that had been on her thigh now pressing into her lower belly. Her husband’s movement had Y/n biting back a whimper. “Been thinking about tearing it off of you all damn night. Care to come with me?”

“Have you lost your mind? Our entire families are outside.” Y/n dropped the cheese in her hand in surprise.

“They won’t miss us for twenty minutes,” Jensen shrugged. “There are a million people out there and a bouncy castle. Everyone is occupied.”

“Oh, you only need twenty minutes?”

“I seem to remember being able to get you off in fifteen once before.” Her body reacted to his words before she could stop it, arching her back against her husband who groaned as her ass pressed into him. The memory of that morning in his trailer had her biting her lip, the moment still clear in her head even if it did feel so long ago now. “Come on, leave the snacks for a minute.”

“Jensen...”

“Ah, it’s Dean tonight,” he interrupted her protest. “I know you’ve been dreaming of fucking Dean Winchester for the past eight years. So what do you say, sweetheart?”

“You don’t play fair,” she breathed as her body trembled at his words, heat pooling deep in her belly. He was right of course, it had been a fantasy of hers even before they started dating. And of course, he knew it without her ever needing to vocalize it. Jensen was playing her like a piano, hitting all the right notes.

“Is that a yes?” Y/n could hear the smile in his voice. She turned around in his arms and tried to put on her serious face.

“You better be fast, Ackles,” she asserted.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jensen agreed, swiping his tongue over the length of his lower lip before dipping in to kiss her hard and fast. He stepped back and took her hand, dragging her towards the garage. Stopping outside the half bathroom that sat near the garage entrance, he looked around before pushing her inside.

“So serious,” Y/n grinned at her husband as he shut the door and locked it behind them.

“Baby, you know I don’t kid when it comes to you,” he reached out for her, cradling her jaw in his hands as he tugged her body to his.

Their lips crashed together in a heated exchange, their mouths moving against one another in a rehearsed dance. She could taste the beer he had been sipping on all night as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and she relished in the flavor combined with her husband’s usual spice. Y/n slid her hands over the expanse of his shoulders, urging the flannel and canvas jacket that made up Jensen’s ‘Dean’ costume off his body. The fabric fell to the floor with a gentle thud. Once he was free, Jensen ran his palms over the globes of her ass, using his fingers to bunch up the material of her skirt to her hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, finding her barely covered by the lace of her black thong. “You knew what you were doing to me.”

“I only hoped,” she admitted, taking advantage of his distraction to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. Y/n dropped her hands to his belt, unfastening the leather from the buckle as her husband dipped his fingers between her folds. A moan crept up her throat causing her to bury her face in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“So wet for me already,” he noted as he continued to play with her. She could only nod in response, her shaky hands finishing her work of undoing his jeans. As the zipper came down, she wasted no time pushing his jeans and boxers below his ass and taking his hardening cock in her hand. He brought her lips back to his as she jerked him off, the couples gasping breaths making the air in the small room heavy.

“Spit on it,” his voice was gruff with his arousal as he pulled back from his wife. The grin on her face was wicked as she collected saliva in her mouth and dropped to her knees. She let it dribble slowly from her mouth and collect on the head before rubbing her thumb through it, mixing the drool and precum before spreading it up his shaft. “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

Y/n looked up at him through her lashes, the yellow contacts she wore glinting in the warm light of the bathroom. Her husband had his lip caught between his teeth as she took his length in her mouth and suckled against the head before taking him as far as she could. Jensen bucked his hips, pressing himself to the back of her throat, causing his wife to gag. She released him and took a deep breath, trying not to laugh but failing.

“Get up here,” he laughed softly along with her, squatting a bit to help her back to her feet. Placing a kiss on the tip of her nose before he spun her around, Jensen bent her over the sink as he pushed aside the thin material of her thong and lined himself up with her entrance. Her chin dropped to her chest as he pushed inside her, stretching her cunt just right with every inch.

“Oh, god,” she gasped, the sound echoing in the room and earning her a large hand over her mouth. Jensen brought her back against his chest as he began to move, his tongue poked out between his teeth as he bit back the vibration in his chest threatening to escape. Y/n watched him in the mirror, the concentration on his face making her whimper with every calculated thrust of him inside her. The noise had his eyes snapping up to meet hers in the glass, a devilish smirk crossing his face.

“You’ve got to be quiet, sweetheart. Unless you want everyone to know how you are taking my cock like a good little slut,” he husked in her ear, his eyes never leaving hers. She nodded her understanding and he released his hold on her mouth, his hand traveling down to hold her throat instead. Her eyes fluttered shut as he applied pressure, his hips still fucking her mercilessly. “Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see you when you come.”

Doing as she was told, Y/n once again met her gaze with her husband in the mirror. She was close, the rubber band in her core ready to snap and she knew he wasn’t too far behind. His dick was throbbing inside her, making her walls flutter against the length of him. Her vision was beginning to darken around the edges as his fingers flexed against her throat. Jensen could sense she needed a little more and used the thumb of his free hand to rub tight circles into her throbbing clit. The orgasm hit her like a truck, a scream assuredly escaping her mouth had she been able to breathe. He relented his grip on her as her pulsating walls milked him of everything he had.

A knock sounded at the door just as he filled her used cunt with his come. Both of them snapped their heads to the sound, their bodies tensing. The handle jiggled against the lock and she knew something had to be said.

“Be out in a minute,” she rasped, hoping her voice didn’t sound too wrecked. Footsteps could be heard against the tile receding into the house after a beat. Jensen rested his forehead against her shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. “We’ve got to go now.”

“Right,” he mumbled, pulling his softening cock from inside her. Y/n quivered as she felt the mixture of their release drip down her thighs. Jensen snatched a bit of toilet paper and cleaned her up before doing the same to himself. The couple swiftly fixed their clothes back into place before Y/n opened the door and peered out to make sure no one else was waiting. Jensen gave her a second head start before following after her.

As they came to the end of the hall, Donna looked up from her place at the kitchen island. She smiled sweetly at Y/n, her brows raising ever so on her forehead as she glanced behind the younger women. Y/n turned to see Jensen now appearing from the hallway. She flashed her husband a look before turning back to his mother.

“Oh, Donna you didn’t have to do that. I was just using the restroom,” Y/n tried to play off her absence, but she was still a tad breathless as she spoke. Her mother-in-law had taken it upon herself to finish up the task of refilling the snack platters in their absence, much to Y/n’s dismay.

“That’s alright. I came in to see if you needed any help, so I’m helping,” Donna waved her off as she looked back down at the job at hand. Y/n glanced over her shoulder at her husband, her eyes wide. Jensen gave her one curt shake of his head, urging her to move further into the kitchen. The older woman looked up as they reached the island, looking at her son this time. “Where were you at, honey?”

“Oh,” Jensen cleared his throat and pointed over his shoulder. “Um, Y/n asked me to check her car because she, uh, thought she bought another bag of pretzels but couldn’t find them.” Y/n had to admit he was pretty good at coming up with that on the fly and managing to keep his face straight, but she guessed that’s what decades of acting will do for a person.

“No luck I guess,” Donna noted that he was empty-handed.

“Nope, no pretzels,” Jensen agreed, his reciprocating smile tight on his lips.

“Alright, well the little ones are getting antsy, you might want to cut that cake soon,” Donna picked up the finished tray and headed towards the patio door but not before stopping to turn back to the couple. “Oh, and Jay?”

“Yeah, mom?”

“Your fly is still down.” She smiled sweetly before disappearing outside. Y/n spun to look at her husband, her mouth agape as he looked down and hurriedly zipped up his jeans.

“Oh my God,” she yelped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. Jensen moved past her with a huff and pulled open the drawer in the kitchen that held the candles and lighter for the party.

“Babe, don’t worry. It’s not like she is going to announce it to the whole party. Though she might tell my dad later,” he mused with a slight grimace.

“Don’t tell me that,” Y/n looked at him, the embarrassment written all over her face. Jensen chuckled at her as he used his free hand to pull her into his side. He squeezed her waist as he kissed away the wrinkles in the center of her forehead.

“Honey, we are married. I think everybody knows we have sex by now.”

“Sure, but they don’t know when we do it,” she cringed internally. “Or that we do it when they are in our house at our kids’ birthday party.”

Jensen leaned into her ear again. “You can’t fool me, you know? I know how much you secretly like everybody to know you are mine. It’s why you are gonna enjoy feeling me between your legs for the rest of the night.” He smacked her ass before leaving her standing in the kitchen as he rejoined the party. Y/n cursed him silently as she chased after him.

The sun was almost gone over the horizon, making it the perfect time to light the candles. Y/n made her way off the patio where the seating was filled with various adults and some of the older cousins and headed towards the hoard of children on the lawn and the bounce house.

“Who wants cake and ice cream?” She yelled as she reached the nylon structure. Her question earned a series of shrieks from the kids both inside and out of it. Josh, who had been watching those inside, helped her with getting them all out. They followed after the flurry of kids towards the house, arriving just as Jensen lit the candles.

The cousins surrounded the cake table. Ezra and Odette, who were nearly inseparable these days, found their way to the other side to surround Levi. Tom hung out with Mackenzie’s kids, having grown close in the past six years, and Shep tended more towards Josh’s kids, but they were all there, more grown than her heart wanted to accept.

The whole party began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ as Jensen grabbed the twins’ hands. He pulled them from the crowd of kids and close to the table, squatting down to hold them against his chest, one in each arm.

“Happy birthday dear Willa and Atlas, happy birthday to you!” The song ended with cheers from the party-goers. Jensen helped their kids to blow out the candles, the excitement written across their tiny faces as he cheered along with the rest of their family.

Y/n stepped up then and took Atlas from his father while the grandmas took over the cutting and serving of dessert. The twins got their’s first followed by the rest of the cousins and then the rest of the family. The handful of napkins Y/n held in one hand was no use against thawed ice cream and a toddler, the melted dairy getting everywhere. Not that their border collie, Poppy, was upset by the drippings hitting the edge of the table and the stone patio below. The parents however were a different story. Jensen was covered from Willa, and he had to permanently rid himself of the flannel and canvas jacket. Y/n had managed to keep her own clothes clean but the twins were out of luck. The two had to be stripped of their ‘Phil and Lil’ costumes before they were let loose again.

The kids spent the rest of the night running off all the sugar and excitement of the day. Surprisingly, it didn’t take as long as she had expected it to. By the time they were starting the bonfire, the twins were tapped out, trapping Jensen in his seat as they slept in his lap. The older cousins were also starting to slow down, enjoying the fire with the adults as the night cooled.

The fire pit sat not far from the creek that cut through their property; the night air filled with the sound of the crackling fire and undisturbed nature. Y/n sat back in her folding chair as she listened to the conversation being had around her by her loved ones.

“Mommy, can I sit with you?” Ezra stood next to her, evidently over sitting on the blanket with Odette. She nodded to him with a smile and helped him into her lap, allowing her oldest to rest against her chest. With the child growing more independent every day, Y/n was learning to savor the small moments like these, unsure of which one would be her last. Her head turned towards the bed of water to her right, watching the flames dance against the waves and tuning her ears to the rushing water.

“You know, in the five years you guys have been here, I have not been able to get over this view,” Jared spoke up from across the way with Gen sitting in his lap, after having followed his sister’s gaze towards the water. “I might have to move the family in.”

“Uh you do that and the horses are officially your responsibility,” Y/n laughed as she rubbed her son’s back absentmindedly, her hands running every so often through the blonde locks on the back of his head.

It truly was a beautiful property that had just gone onto the market when she and Jensen began looking. It was more than they initially had wanted to pay, but the seclusion and security couldn’t be matched. After everything that had happened, the couple took on a lot of new protective measures for their family. Moving somewhere more secluded was number one because while Chandler had gone to prison, he wouldn’t be there forever and he wasn’t the only crazy fan that lived out there. This way they could sleep again at night.

The ranch was almost forty acres of fenced property that cut through Barton Creek, just west of downtown Austin. It sat back off the road in a gated community, leading up to the nature preserve. There was even a barn for horses and a guest house. They were hidden from the world and that was just how she liked it. Now, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, even if it was a lot of work at the end of the day.

Jared and Gen had convinced the Ackles to let them fill the barn not long after they bought the ranch. After all, it had been their plan all along, just not housing her brother’s horses along with her own. Though they were here all the time to help out with the upkeep, passing it off sounded like a dream.

“I think we could make that happen, after all, two of the three are ours,” Gen agreed, laughing at her sister-in-law’s face. Jared joined in with his wife and Y/n couldn’t help but smile at them.

“But seriously, I love seeing you happy, smalls,” Jared acknowledged, his gaze flicking to where her husband was next to her. She followed his line of sight, finding her husband now just as out as their twins.

“Yeah, me too.” A grin spread across her face as she watched the three sleeping. She felt her chest swelling as she let the scene take over her, the emotions hitting her all at once as she watched her family were overwhelming.

There was a time when she had resigned herself to the fact that this was out of her reach. As much as she had been content with her life when she walked onto the set of Supernatural all those years ago, she couldn’t deny that at times it felt like something was missing. And this, this was what she had been missing. That feeling in her chest due to the overwhelming amount of pure love in her heart as she looks at her husband and their family that she has no idea how to even begin to quantify it.

There will never be words for her to express to him how she truly feels. Words can’t describe it. And when she looks at the three little lives they created together, that feeling only multiplies. He took a self-proclaimed independent woman and taught her what it truly meant to love and be loved by another person. Then he gave her their most beautiful blessings and she learned all over again that the heart will always make room for more love. But most importantly, he taught her how to be happy. All she needed to do was let it in because the happiness has always been there, and now more than ever, it always will be.

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, commenting, and enjoying. The Happiness Saga will forever remain close to my heart xoxo Alex

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solarwonux · 4 years

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Unforeseen Circumstances

joshua!incubus x f!reader x mingyu

w.c: 2.5k

warnings: pure filth, degradation, mingyu praise kink if you squint, spanking, handjob, double penetration, voyeurism, ropes

note: here’s Laura and her too much gene, the way this was supposed to be timestamp i-, enjoy and I’m sorry lol. Let me know your thoughts.xx

It’s unclear how you ended up in such a compromising position. Staring at your incubus--Joshua while your cute downstairs neighbor--Mingyu ran the head of his hard cock up your folds.

“Frankly, I’m offended that you found someone else to play with angel.” Joshua snickers and leans back into the lounge chair that occupies the corner of your room. His onyx horns glistening like the night sky underneath the dim red light of your bedroom. Mingyu’s doing, of course, he says red brings out the devil in him.

If he only knew.

“Baby you’re so fucking wet I could just slip right in.” Mingyu hisses before slowly sinking his cock in between your folds. Your mouth goes agape with pleasure as your eyes find Joshua’s black irises. The glint reminds you of how you should’ve never messed with that spell-book all those months ago because now you were addicted to him and he knew.

“You know he’s right Angel, I can smell you from over here, I bet if I made myself visible you’d let me slip in as well.” Joshua taps his foot against the carpeted floor twirling the stupid cane he always carries with him in between his hands. “But I think you’re enjoying me watching you get fucked by this poor excuse of a human.”

Mingyu bottoms out as soon as the words leave Joshua’s mouth. His cock stretches you out nowhere nearly as much as Joshua’s but enough to get you moaning out his name. “B-Baby you’re so tight around me it’s like you were made for me.” Mingyu moans his hands find purchase against your hips as he starts to move slowly.

“He’s wrong you’re mine but I guess I’ll let it slide for now because you know he won’t fuck you as good as I do, isn’t that right angel?” He leans back and crosses his legs in front of him, placing the cane on his lap and toying with the gold raven head. “Answer me angel you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Mhmm, f-fuck yes sir.” You moan. Your back arches as the head of Mingyu’s cock finds the soft velvety spot inside of you. “I-I’m yours.” You hiss. Joshua grins, uncrossing his legs and taps his cane against your floor. Mingyu’s arm snake around your front and pulls you up against him as he continues to fuck up into you at a much faster pace than before.

His lips find the base of your neck. He bites down and sucks, making you moan out his name, a pleasurable sigh leaves his mouth as he admires his mark on you. “Get him to shut up, baby.” He whispers in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth and tugs on it.

Your body freezes as Mingyu chuckles, slowing down his movements. His hands grip your breasts rolling your hardened nipples in between his palms. “W-What?” Your hands find Mingyu’s and you gazed up at Joshua who was now standing up and leaning against his cane slightly.

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone fuck you, right?” Joshua smirks as he slowly makes his way to your bed. He brings his cane up and places it underneath your chin making you look at him, while Mingyu continues his slow and hard thrusts. “Mingyu and I go way back, and so when I couldn’t be there for you every time you begged for me I called him in, isn’t that right mutt?” He looks down at you giving you a wink, “It was fun pretending he couldn’t see me, honestly he lasted much longer than I expected.”

“F-Fuck, shut up Josh.” Mingyu spits out. Your body freezes in fear when you see the black slowly take over Joshua’s eyes. He removes the cane from your chin and shakes his head as he slowly makes his way behind Mingyu. You tilt your head as Mingyu’s movements come to a halt. You whine in protest when his hands are ripped away from your body and you fall against your bed.

The air escapes your lungs as you watch Joshua’s hand wrap tightly around Mingyu’s throat. “Just because I found a new cock sleeve doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that. I still own you baby boy.” Joshua’s poisonous drawl sends shivers up your spine. His onyx eyes on you before shoving Mingyu away. He stumbles catching himself before he can completely entrap you underneath his body.

Joshua stands there, looking down at you. The heat his body radiates makes the wetness between your legs grow and you moan clenching around Mingyu’s cock as it pulsed against your walls.

“You’ve had your fun mutt now it’s my turn.”

Joshua slowly tore his clothes away from his godlike body, making your drool.

You were sitting in between Mingyu’s legs, the silicon head of your vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. You mumbled incoherently trying to push the vibrator away from your body with your tied hands.

You knew it was a mistake buying the crimson ropes a few days ago. Your plan had been to somehow use them against Joshua or Mingyu for that matter. Obviously your plan had backfired.

“Why don’t you show him how hard you cum for me.” Mingyu whispers against your temple and raises the vibration level of your virbator. A quiet moan falls out of your mouth as your eyes meet Joshua’s black ones, while he unbuckles his belt. “I bet he’s jealous that every time I’ve fucked you, you’ve made a mess.” The cockiness in Mingyu’s voice is unmissed as you visibly watch Joshua’s features turn much darker than before.

“That’s enough from you mutt, I was going to go easy on you both but now I’ve changed my mind.”

“See he is jealous baby, he knows a lowlife human fucks you better than one of the princes of hell.”

Prince of hell, what the fuck?

Joshua growls and whips his belt on the side of your bed making you jump. Mingyu chuckles and presses the silicon head onto your clit harder than before making you squirm. His free hand gets tighter around your body. The glares your two lovers are sending one another makes your skin grow cold and the blood running through your veins coil.

“Make her cum and you’ll see what happens.” Joshua threatens his cock threatening to burst out of his black boxers. He stands there, arms crossed drinking in your body against Mingyu’s. The look he was giving you, full of lust and need. Is enough to send your orgasm crashing down at full force. You arch your back against Mingyu’s chest, the wetness rushes down your legs. Joshua licks his lips before kneeling down against your bed and slapping Mingyu’s hands away. A confident laugh falls out of the other boys lungs.

“That’s enough Mingyu, I let you have your fun.”

“You look so pretty tied up Mingyu.” You kiss down his chest, staring down at Joshua as he toys with Mingyu’s hot head. You watch as the precum leaks out of it as he squirms underneath you from being overstimulated.

“Why don’t you show him what you do to him in your dreams?” Joshua hazily gazes down at you before biting your cheek. “I know I haven’t been around but I still know what goes in that pretty little head of yours angel.”

“Did you enjoy them?” You move up Mingyu’s chest and over your lips over his. “They used to be of you and now they’re of another man.” You wink at Mingyu, his eyes hooded with ecstasy. “One that lets me play with him in every single way that I want.” You snake your hand between your bodies and grab his cock, moving it along with Joshua’s hand.

Mingyu throws his head back, “Oh, f-fuck, f-fuck please.” He tugs on his restraints as you watch him, admiring the way his abs moved as he buckled his hips up into yours and Joshua’s hand.

Joshua’s palm lands hard against one of your buttcheeks making you moan loudly and grip Mingyu’s cock harder. “Keep talking like that angel and you’ll end up like him.”

“But I love it when you tie me up, sir.”

Joshua shook his head in disbelief letting go of Mingyu’s cock. He places one of his hands on the back of your neck and brings you closer to him, his lips grazing your own. “I know angel but we’ll have other opportunities for that.” He mumbles before kissing your roughly his hands moving down your body. Your hand around Mingyu goes slack making him groan in annoyance. Your body melts against Joshua’s and you gasp against his lips when you felt his fingers spread your arousal around.

“So wet my angel, enough to slip us both in.” He speaks and tugs against your bottom lip before pulling away. “Ride him.” You nod giving Joshua one last peck before straddling Mingyu’s lap. Your ground, your soaked pussy against his cock. “Does that feel good Gyu?” You looked down at him doe-eyed. His mouth agape and his hands gripping on the crimson ropes. A moan leaves your lungs as you take in how beautiful and powerless he looks underneath you.

“You’re a goddess baby.”

“Do I feel better than Joshua?” You drawl, lifting your hips, grabbing his cock before slowly sinking down on it. You watch as the pleasure overtakes his body again. His toned chest heaving and his eyes pleading silently to be set free. And as much as you wanted to and feel his hands roam around your body. You knew going against Joshua’s orders was out of the question.

You had once been at the receiving end of one of his punishments and it left you on the brink of death. It took days and the drinking of his blood to recover.

You had learned your lesson.

“Be careful how you answer that mutt, don’t forget you’re still mine and I can do anything I want to you.”

You smirk and lean down, giving Mingyu a chaste kiss, then corner of his mouth, his cheek, and finally the shell of his ear, “don’t worry daddy your secret is safe with me.” You whisper. His body shudders underneath you at the sound of your lust-filled voice. You wink and place your hands against his chest, keeping your steady pace against him.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Joshua mutters. He moves so he is situated behind you, his hand goes up your back, tracing the ridges of your spin before it reaches your neck. He slowly wraps his fingers around your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You speed up your movements against Mingyu. “Are you ready for me?”

“Y-Yes please, I-I want to feel full.” Your nails dig into Mingyu’s pecst. His hands itching to touch you as you slowly fell apart above him.

“As you wish, angel.” Joshua grabs his cock with his free hand and spreads his precum around his length, lubbing himself up. Not that he needed it anyway, you were so wet that he wouldn’t have a problem with slipping in.

You stop moving and lean against Mingyu’s chest as Joshua inches his way to your stretched out pussy. “Tell me if it hurts alright?” He mumbles before entering you slowly, moaning loudly as he feels your warmth engulf him in and the ridges of Mingyu’s hard cock against his own.

“F-Fuck...we should’ve d-done this more often.” Mingyu groans, gripping the ropes around his wrists, as Joshua bottoms out inside you.

The feeling of having them both snugged deeply inside of you and Joshua’s grip around your neck was overwhelming. The pleasure ran through your body in intense waves and you felt yourself grow weak against the two of them. “M-Move please.” You whisper.

Joshua was the first one to move, Mingyu following in suit. Your body falls limp against Joshua’s. Your eyes closed as the pleasure increases. They begin alternating their thrusts. Your moans fill the air of your room along with the racy sounds of your skin slapping against one another.

“You like being fucked stupid isn’t that right angel?” Joshua hisses his grip on your neck falters. “I should’ve known your pussy was greedy and can take more than one cock at once.” He places his palm against your lower back and pushes you forward. Your sweaty chest lands against Mingyu’s, as they move together as one.

“She’s a selfish slut right baby?” Mingyu snickered. “I should’ve sent you the video’s she would send me every time I was at work sooner.”

“That’s right angel, I’m a little offended I never got any of those.”

“S-Sorry shit t I-I’m cumming please let me cum sir.” You whimper. “Fill me up with your cum please.”

“Mmmm, so dirty.” Joshua thrusts into you harder as did Mingyu, not wasting a minute to help you reach your high and theirs. You felt the pressure build-up in the pit of your stomach as they continue fucking into you harder than before. Your orgasm hits you harder than before as they both ram into you, hitting your sweet spot at the same time.

“Fuck you squirted again b-baby.” Mingyu groans thrusting once more before spilling himself inside of you, “Shit so pretty.” Joshua breathes before spilling himself inside of you. Their cum covers your velvet walls mixing with yours and spills out of you as they triy their best to fuck it back into you, while riding out their highs.

“G-God I’m so full, mmh, fuck fuck.”

“Untie me please.” Mingyu pleads, tugging on his restraints rather hard, making a shiver go up your spin and your spent body rests against his chest. Joshua rolls his eyes at Mingyu. He moves out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock. You clench around Mingyu’s cock as more of their cum leaks out of you. Joshua leans over your body and quickly unties both of Mingyu’s wrists.

Mingyu’s hands fly to your back, rubbing soothing circles against it as the three of you panted, trying to put the air back into your lungs. “I got you baby it’s okay.” You nod as he whispers into your ear, giving your temple a light kiss.

“How cute, but we aren’t done yet, we have a lot of lost time to c--”

“That’s enough Joshua let her rest for a while.” Mingyu interrupts him. Your eyes blow out in shock.

In the months you had known Joshua no one dared to talk to him the way Mingyu had been the entire night. It made you curious as to what the nature of their relationship really was because obviously, it had been more to what they led on.

“I find it funny how you th--”

“Enough Joshua, you may own me but don’t forget I know your little secret and we wouldn’t want your brother’s or whatever to find out now would we?” Mingyu sits up and pulls you along with him cradling you against his chest.

Joshua and he share a glare before the bed dips next to you. Joshua lays down, his hands behind his head as he looks up at the ceiling. You gaped at him his face contorting into all kinds of emotions all of which you couldn’t read and your curiosity grew.

“What se--.”

“Not important angel, he’s talking nonsense like always.”

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captainsdolly · 4 years

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Andy Barber fucking you in a semi public place (hc)

18+ only!

I suck at titles lol

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: Smut, Andy and reader hate each other (do they?), mean Andy, mean reader, kind of angry sex?

Requested by anon

Not proof read, sorry for any fuck ups

You and Andy have been working together for over a year now and let me tell you this: that man is a pain in the ass

You may be significantly younger than him but you're not stupid, you know what you're doing and you have this job because you've earned it

Law has always been your passion and this piece of fuck makes you want to quit and move to another country

Andy always knows best, he's always correcting you, even in front of your clients and it makes you look incompetent

Does he get off on making you feel like shit?

He's hot though, you'll give him that lol

So when you saw him approaching you this morning, you knew the day was going to suck

Turns out you're going to be working on a case together, yay!

"Listen, I don't like this either, I have one kid at home and now they're telling me I have to babysit another one", he scoffed and you were taken aback

You almost bitch slapped him right then and there

So now here you are, driving in a car with him, obviously he's the driver because he wouldn't let you drive his car, it's so precious to him, seriously choke on your own dick man

His eyes are on the road and his jaw is clenched tight because you're turning up the volume on the radio, singing some stupid song and he just wants to stop the car and make you walk the rest of the way

But you have an hour and a half to get to the meeting so he sucks it up and does his best to ignore you

"Can you turn it down a bit?", he gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel

"Can you not talk to me?", you didn't even spare him a glance, humming to the song and reading through the indictment

You almost have it memorized at this point, you don't want to give him another chance to make you look like a fool in front of the client

And to be completely fair you're really good at what you do, so it kinda looks like he's always looking for an excuse to be a dick to you

He turns down the volume and you turn it up again, he glares at you and just turns the radio off

"Is that why you can never focus when we're meeting our clients? Your head is filled with song lyrics instead of stuff that actually matter?"

"It's filled with both, maybe my brain is bigger than yours"

Your eyes don't leave the paper even though you just want to punch him in the face, his eyes look over your body briefly and he squints at you

"Well, maybe I don't need to distract myself with music to-"

"Fuck off", you say calmly and he huffs out a laugh

"Very mature"

Twenty minutes pass by, and you can't seem to focus on the paper, you sigh and glance at Andy

You freeze when you catch him just staring at your legs and the tips of his ears turn red as soon as he realizes you're looking at him

He clears his throat and looks away and you chuckle because girl did you see how he licked his lips while he was staring at you?

"You hungry?" He breaks the awkward silence and pulls into a parking lot in front of a nice looking diner before you even have the chance to answer

"Technically, we're on the clock, we can't-"

"It's almost lunchtime", he glances at his watch and gets out of the car, before opening the door for you

He's walking so fast you're having trouble catching up with him but then he just stands in front of the diner and peeks through the glass door

You stop behind him, looking over his shoulder

"If you want to eat, I'd recommend getting inside"

He turns to you with a scowl, his brows furrowed as he looks around the empty parking lot

"It's closed"

"Oh no. Are you going to cry?" you give him a fake pout and you can see his nostrils flaring. "I wanna get back to my notes, can we go?"

"You know, your notes ain't worth shit, honey. How do you think you look when we're having a meeting and you just scribble something down in your cute little notebook? Like an amateur. You're not in college anymore. You should be thankful I've decided to take you under my wing because where would you be now, without me, huh?"

"Probably working with someone better than you", you gave yourself a mental high five when you saw his hands balling into fists, his eyes dark and he looks about ready to pounce on you

"Take it back", he growls out and you just laugh in his face, ready to go back to the car

You turn on your heel and the next thing you know, you're being pushed against the wall and his lips are on yours, his arms caging you in

Your mind goes blank and your hands automatically wrap around his torso, but he pulls away before you have the chance to relax into the kiss

"What are you doing?"

He stares at you for a second, swallowing thickly as he's trying to think of a way out

Does he want a way out of this?

Nope

"I'm... what does it look like? I'm kissing you", his rough voice doesn't match his eyes, they're scanning your face intently, looking for any sign of hesitation

You just look at each other for a minute, your breaths heavy, eyes dark and you're so close to each other your noses are touching

Your fingers twist into the soft material of his shirt and you're pulling him down, the kiss is rough and passionate and it almost makes your knees buckle

His hand slides down and next thing you know, he's tearing your panties into shreds and you gasp into his mouth

At this point, he's basically fucking your mouth with his tongue, his fingers dancing around your folds, circling your little nub

You break the kiss and hurriedly undo his belt but he stops you, looks around, and grips your wrist, dragging you to the back of the building where no one can see you

As soon as your back hits the wall he's on his knees before you, one of his hands grasping your thigh while the other slides up your stomach and under your shirt

"Get up, we don't have time for foreplay," you push his hand away and he looks up landing a harsh slap on your thigh

"Do you have to be so annoying even now?" he huffs, quickly standing up and hiking your skirt up, his other hand fumbling with his belt as you pull him down for a kiss

"I really don't like you," you breathe and he almost laughs at that, his hard, leaking cock already at your entrance

"I really don't give a fuck," he says through clenched teeth, right as his hips snap forward, his hand grasping your thigh and hooking your leg around his waist

"Shit, Andy," you moan out, hiding your face in his neck as he pounds into you, every harsh thrust punctuated by a groan

"That’s mister Barber to you," he says lowly, and you pull away narrowing your eyes at him, your fingers grasping his shoulders

"How about mister dickhead?" you pant out in between his thrusts and he laughs breathily, his other hand grasping your other thigh and he picks you up, slamming you hard against the wall

"Jesus Christ, I'm trying to fuck, can you cooperate just this once?"

Your hips and back are being repeatedly slammed against the wall and your head falls forward, against his shoulder, as you're getting closer and closer to your peak

You can feel his cock pulsating inside you and you whine, it feels like he's fucking swelling and the head of his cock is poking your cervix

His eyes are squeezed shut as his thrusts gain in speed, his jaw hanging open

"Yeah, fucking take it. That what you wanted, huh? You just needed to get laid?" his voice is barely audible, "I fucking knew it"

His words bring you closer to orgasm and you let out a shaky moan, your walls tightening around him and your body tense

The first wave of your orgasm hits you so suddenly your eyes snap open and you cry out, your cunt throbbing

"There it is. Little miss perfect cumming around her superior’s cock in an empty parking lot. If I had known you were so eager, I'd have fucked that tight, needy pussy of yours long ago," he husked, fucking into you frantically, his hips stuttering

Your body was limp in his arms, your pussy still pulsating around his cock, at this point it was so sensitive, every thrust of his hips made you whine and cry out into his neck

Hooking his arms around your shoulders, his body lunged forward as he felt himself getting closer, his cock nearly tearing you in half and his balls slapping against your ass

"Holy shit, fuck... Can I cum in you? Let me cum in that pussy, wanna see it leaking out of you," he groaned, his breaths getting heavy

"No, you're not wearing a condom, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He set you back to your feet with a growl, and next thing you know, your back is against his chest and he's hiking your skirt up, exposing your bare ass

He reaches for your hand and wraps it around his cock, using it to jerk himself, his other hand pressing on your shoulder blade, making you arch your back

"Gonna fucking shoot my load, gonna fucking cum on your ass," he grunts, his hand squeezing yours around his cock, fucking into it

Your legs almost give out as his hand squeezes your shoulder to keep you still, his hot cum shooting right on your bare ass, sliding between your ass cheeks and probably on your pussy

"Oh my fucking god," you moan, letting go of his cock and bracing both of your hands against the wall, your ass pushing back against his cock

He steps back finally, tucking himself back into his pants, and looks at you for a second, a proud smirk on his lips

"I should take a picture of you"

"Don't you dare," you straighten up, smoothing out your skirt, avoiding Andy's eyes

He notices it, of course he notices it, that fucker

He walks up to you, taking his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and offers it to you, his shoulders visibly relaxed

"This stays between us," you say as you get back into the car, clean and satisfied but also what the hell, you just got fucked by Andy Barber

He nods and turns the radio on, smiling when he hears you humming along

He’s thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel, biting the inside of his cheek and you know he's thinking about something

"What?" You ask

"You free this Saturday?"

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ppersonna · 4 years

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pick your filter - pjm | m

mix the colors in the palette, pick your filter. which me do you want? the one to change your world, i'm your filter - filter, bts

↳ summary- You love turning Jimin on, and you’re desperate to make him punish you for it. Jimin loves punishing you while you listen to his music.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 5.1k

↳ pairing- jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is literally just smut, there’s 1% plot and it’s pornographic too, there’s some fluff at the end but i repeat it is still smut. there is no god in this chili’s tonight

↳ warnings- buckle up pals. established relationship, explicit descriptions of sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), BDSM themes, spanking, belt usage, dirty talk, derogatory names, pain kink, daddy kink, face-fucking lol, unprotected sex, slight impregnation kink but like not really they just wanna have a baby together and talk about it lol, jimin is filthy and i cannot portray him as anything but filthy but then he has like cute babie syndrome at the end.

↳ a/n- hi i feel maybe 1% shame in how fast i wrote this but whatever. thank you to @carly-bean-blog for sending the prompt in! i loved it and went from a planned drabble to 5k words lolol. one day i’ll be less verbose 🥴🥴 plus enjoy and feel free to send in more requests or just a message to say hi bc as you can see i love talking. also RIP to the wine glass i broke while writing this fic because i hit my table to hard. wine glass 2020-2020

Turning Park Jimin on was a delicious challenge for you.

When you first began dating, all it took was a ‘come over’ text, and he’d be there in 5 minutes flat regardless of the fact that he lived 15 minutes away.

Now, a few years and a marriage under your belt, it took a bit more.

That’s not to say he wasn’t the same insatiable man you met at university; even after all these years Jimin could easily go 3 or more rounds a night.

But really getting him riled up, getting him hard and wanting and desperate for you was another thing. Sometimes, you just wanted him to come home and take you right against the kitchen counter, so turned on he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

You’re determined to win that challenge today.

To be truthful, the day was terrible for you, and you were seeking release in the form of your husband dicking you down until you were speaking another language. You were desperate to let loose, push aside the emotional and tender sex that seemed to be more commonplace in the bedroom recently (and you enjoyed equally) but today you needed to be treated like an absolute harlot.

The idea rolled through your mind while you were busying yourself with housework, laundry and dishes. Options of how to get your husband to take you on the floor, rip your clothes off, make you beg for more, simmered in your mind and made the low flame in your stomach burn. Lingerie could do the trick, Jimin definitely liked to see you swathed in delicate lace or creamy satin. You had a nice deep red set that was dying to be used and discarded on the floor.

It came to you as you set your speaker to play some music as you flicked around the house. Jimin’s sweet voice filled the rooms, causing you to pause as shivers raked your spine.

His music. There was always something Jimin loved about having his music on in the background of your sex that made him work harder on you, fuck you deeper. Maybe it was narcissism at its finest, but who were you to complain if it benefitted both of you.

You discarded all thoughts of cleaning the rest of the house as you stalked towards your bedroom closet, gathering the red bustier and panty set, with matching garter belt and stocking clips. You purchased it rather spur of the moment, a huge sale at your favorite boutique, and you wanted to save it for something special.

It appeared the special moment was now.

You took care to curl your hair, a gentle wave with not too much product. Jimin loved to tug his fingers through your locks, and grip them in a ponytail as you sucked his cock. Any product would unfortunately get in the way. Makeup was minimal, a dash highlight on your cheeks and inner tear ducts, light pink lip stain on your lips. Jimin had been the test subject of many a lipstick, as you determined to find the most blowjob-proof one. Needless to say, none of the lipsticks were 100% solid, but it was the best time Jimin ever had as a test subject. You preferred to stick with the stains, easier cleanup for the both of you.

You complete the visual as you swap your grubby cleaning day clothes for blood red lace lingerie, smirking at yourself in the mirror. The cups of the bra molded against you, encasing your tits perfectly. Jimin would surely lose his mind. The panties were simple lace, and you had the inkling that they would not remain intact tonight. Jimin’s propensity for literally ripping your knickers right off you was legendary. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted your husband to be absolutely feral for you.

Step two of your plan was now underway as you slipped onto your bed, perfectly made now, and snapped sultry photos. You ensured your cleavage and smooth legs were in the shot, a finger on the mouth. You took a few more, exposing more and more of your body.

me 2:56 pm- hi babe what you up to?

mini 2:56 pm- baby!!!! Not much, just waiting for hobi to get back from lunch so we can practice this new choreo.

Mini 2:57 pm- what about you? besides being the world’s cutest wife :)

Me: 2:57 pm- oh not too much. I did our laundry and cleaned up the house a little. Now im just relaxing and missing my babe :(

Mini 2:57 pm- baby :( i’m sorry. I should be home in a few hours okay! I’ll order in pasta from your favorite place to make up for it

Me 2:58 pm- well, i was sort of hoping you could make up for it but… i don’t want pasta

Mini 2:58 pm- you don’t? What do you want? Pizza?

Me 2:58 pm- [picture attached]

Me 2:58 pm- no, I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

Mini 2:59 pm- oh fuck

Mini 2:59 pm- baby you’re playing a dangerous game, teasing me like this.

You nearly had him, he was sniffing at the bait and soon he’d bite and you’d reel him in. You sent the next picture, showcasing your tits with one cup pulled down, nipple on display.

me 3:00 pm- you mean this kind of game?

mini 3:00 pm- christ

mini 3:00 pm- fuck babe, you’re gonna make me pop a boner at dance practice. You know I can’t come home for a few hours.

me 3:00 pm- hobi still gone? Go to the bathroom and i’ll send you a video.

mini 3:01 pm- holy fuck asdskadj okay

Time for the pièce de résistance. Ensuring the speakers blasted ‘Serendipity’, your husband’s full length solo, you clicked the record button and filmed your hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing over the mound with a rough hand. You breathed heavily, sighed, mewled a bit.

“Daddy,” you gasp. “Come home.”

You end it with a hand sneaking under the band and insertion of one finger. Leave him not just wanting more, but rabid for it. The video file is sent before you've even pulled your fingers from their spot resting on your clit.

Minutes passed, you were sure he was watching. The man lived for your exhibitionism.

mini 3:06 pm- you better have your hands behind your back and be on your knees when i get home, little one. In the middle of the bedroom floor.

mini 3:06 pm- i want you to listen to the music and think about me fucking you. Think about how i destroy your little cunt so good.

mini 3:07 pm- but don’t you dare touch yourself. Your pussy is only mine to play with, you got that?

me 3:07 pm- yes daddy

mini 3:07 pm- good. I’ll be home soon.

Congratulations, you smirk to yourself in the mirror's reflection across from you. You’ve won the grand prize. Please make sure you collect your prize from the man with the raging boner.

You idly realize that Jimin hasn’t told you when he’ll be home. You know that on any normal day he’d be home at 5:30. But was he leaving early? Could you chance it? As much as you wanted to disobey and face his delicious punishment, he also could just as easily punish you by not letting you cum at all. And the chances of that type of discipline tonight was high; Jimin would surely make you pay for teasing him at work by exacting torturous ache the same to you.

You’re spinning the pros and cons of preparing yourself now or later, when you are given your hasty answer by the sound of keys jingling in the front door. Your heart rate spikes dangerously, feeling like the muscle would force the blood out of your veins with the pressure.

You squirm off the bed and descend to the floor on your knees, resting back on your heels, and holding your hands behind your back. You lower your head to the floor, knowing Jimin loves it when you avoid eye contact until he tells you when and where to look.

His footsteps are heavy, slow and torturous because you know that he knows that you’ll be on the very edge of your sanity. The warmth in your belly is torched with tinder and starter and is flaring high. Jimin’s simple presence, just like this, is enough to get you to an incredible high. Nothing brings you to your knees faster than when he turns from your sweet, adorable and gentle husband into the sadistic and powerful dominating owner of your body and soul.

It takes 5 deep breaths from your belly before you hear Jimin enter the bedroom. He’s not saying a single word, but you can hear his soft footsteps on the hardwood floor. Your knees are aching at the pressure of the hard floor, but you ignore it. You’d ignore cauterizing wounds for the man hovering above you if he asked.

You’re trembling, you notice. Your thighs are quivering ever so slightly and the grasp on your hands behind you is weakening. You grip harder, determined to maintain perfect correct form.

Jimin is frustratingly silent. He walks around you, and you feel his eyes rove your body intently, as if looking for fault or reason to punish you. He seems pleased when he finishes his rounds, standing right in front of you.

“Look at me,” he states with authority, but his tone is gentle.

You finally tilt your head up to gaze at your lover and nearly gasp at the sight. Jimin is, on an average day, the most ethereally beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Today, he looks as if he descended from heaven mere minutes previous. His pink hair is pushed back, eyes darkened with desire, and wearing the tightest shirt you’ve ever seen, making his toned dancer’s body ripple under the cotton. Tight sweats that leave nothing to the imagination about what he’s packing between his thighs sit low on his hips and you spot just a hint of his lower abdomen, the v line of his adonis belt, and you’re sure you’re drooling.

“Look at me,” he corrects, a smirk on his face. Your eyes snap to his own again, and he winks at you.

“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” He asks, and it feels like a loaded question.

You play it coy. “Yes, daddy.”

He stands still in front of you, hand stroking his face as he watches you. His eyebrow arches.

“Are you sure? You have done nothing to upset Daddy? Nothing at all?” His voice becomes teasing, and the smirk on his features is sinister.

You bite your lip. “I sent Daddy a video of me, touching myself to his music.”

“That’s right, angel,” he murmurs and circles you again. You feel like his prey before he comes in for the kill. “You made daddy leave practice early. Don’t you think that’s not being a good girl?”

“No, I did wrong.”

“I’m glad you agree,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna make you regret getting Daddy hard and horny at work.”

He places his hands on your shoulders and you shiver. His hands are smooth, warm. You love the way you feel the cold steel of his wedding ring pressed to your skin, a tangible expression of his love and loyalty.

“Stand up,” he directs. You’re quick, thankful to be off stinging knees. He lets his hands glide down your back to meet at your clasped hands, pulling them apart and turning you to face him.

He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, sealing your lips to his. His lips are soft and taste of chapstick, a hint of sweat, and something just so simply Jimin that is addictive. He’s gentle and tender in the kiss, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife. It speaks miles beyond the simple action, and you chase it, revel in it, knowing it’s the last time he’ll be gentle tonight.

He breaks from the kiss, touches your nose gently and winks. It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

The control seeps back into his face; it's physically present in the tight gaze of his eyes and the coolness of his impassive features. It’s a stark opposite of who just kissed you, and you’re breathless at the sudden change.

“Gonna spank you with my belt, baby,” he murmurs. A hand slaps hard against your ass, surprising you and making you squeak out loud. “Lean over my desk like a good little slut.”

You obey immediately, jerking your body towards his grand oak desk. It’s gorgeous dark wood that matches the decor of your room perfectly and makes for a delicious spot for your sexual proclivities without being obvious. As much as Jimin wanted a sex swing, you would not cave to that.

You bend to fold your body over the desk, gripping the edge and pushing your hips back to allow for more access to your husband. The speaker system by your bed plays music, and you recognize the opening chords as one from his latest album with his six best friends. A smile slips to your face as the volume turns up, quiet enough you can talk, but loud enough it’s noticeable. His smooth, melodic voice is ringing through your bedroom and through your entire body.

He stalks in behind you and rubs at your soft globes.

“Mmm, you look so pretty in this,” he compliments. “You know I love seeing you in red.”

You turn your head to gaze at him, smiling. “That’s why I bought it, Daddy.”

“Good little bitch,” he sighs.

As expected, he rips the underwear from your body with one clean pull. You’re always surprised by the action. He never gives warning. Your eyes follow as the useless fabric soars towards the ground.

“Much better.”

He moves away from you, walking towards the closet. You train your eyes forward, keeping locked on the wall ahead of you, rather than staring. Jimin tells you when and where to look and you follow that.

The gentle clinking noise of a belt buckle causes your pussy to quake. You’ve been slowly moistening since you sent the first text, but you were now starting to drip as if you were overflowing. By the end of the night, you’ll be drowning in it.

He’s behind you again as quick as he left and he rubs the leather belt against your bare behind.

“What’s your word?” He asks, soothing at the skin with the device that will soon maar it. Jimin is ever careful, checking on your mental and emotional safety as well as your physical, and ensured a safe word was in place each time.

“Red,” you assert. He hums his approval and kisses your ass once, one quick little peck, before he lifts back up to standing.

“Count for me, little whore.”

The crack of the belt spanking your cheek electrifies you. You feel as if every muscle in your body clenches as the sting vibrates through your buttocks and down to your core.

“O-one!” You’re shouting, distracted by the pain in your ass to care about your pitch.

Crack. The next slap lands on the other cheek now, and you hiss at the pain. It bites at your skin, and it soaks your pussy.

“Two!”

He delivers the next straight in the center, hitting both cheeks and letting the sizzle melt its way to a pleasure that’s reverberating through your core.

“Three! Fuck!” you gasp.

SMACK. It’s the hardest yet and tears well up in your eyes at the initial whollop, before your hips are writhing and desperate for friction.

“Four!” You’re wailing and you know it makes your husband go even wilder.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum for a month,” he grits. Your hips stay put, knowing he’s a man of his word and not wanting to face his wrath.

He continues his barrage, and you’re counting out 15 strikes before he stops. You’re sobbing, the pain and pleasure surging so forcefully through your veins that your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re dripping onto the wood of the desk.

His warm hands are soothing at the reddened flesh of your ass, the sensation stinging at first, but oozes away to a relaxing warmth against the punished skin.

“Good girl, baby,” he commends you, hands rubbing all over your flesh. “Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

You sniffle in reply and he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs. He twists you around and pecks your lips again, a reminder that Jimin, your husband, is still there and loves you more than he loves life itself. It soothes you more than any salve could and it steels your resolve to continue. It’s easy to submit and thrill at the loss of control when you trusted the master with your entire being.

“Color?” He asks, checking in with you.

“Green,” you smile.

He’s pleased with your answer. He pulls away from you and pushes you towards the bed.

“Lay down on your back. Head off the side. I’m going to fuck your throat, and you will take it all.”

You’re giddy as you saunter to the bed and notice that Jimin is proud of the blooming red of your ass. It’ll be a literal pain in the ass to sit tomorrow, but it’s worth all the doting and affection you’ll receive in return for being such a good girl for him. The music has changed, another sensual track featuring your talented husband. It sends shivers down you, straight to your core.

You maneuver your body to lie on the bed, grateful for the soft blanket on your burning ass, and tip your head off the bed. Your mouth opens complacently and Jimin shoves his sweats down to reveal his hardened length.

You’re licking your lips like his dick is the finest meal money can buy, and he chuckles. His left hand strokes it, shivering at the cold press of his wedding ring mixing with the heat of his hand.

“You want my cock?” He asks.

You nod, captivated with the motion he strokes the shaft. You almost forget to speak, but his harsh gaze is like a whip.

“Yes! Yes, I want your cock Daddy!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” he hums.

Well, this would be too easy.

“I want to suck you dry, let you fuck my throat so I can’t breathe. I’ll let you cum down my throat and make my face so messy from cum and spit that it gets in my eyes and messes up my pretty makeup, daddy.”

His strokes have become faster, and he sucks in hard for air. “Such a filthy fucking mouth.”

You open said mouth again, letting your tongue hang out like a welcome sign to your throat.

He growls, it’s guttural, and it feels as if it’s positioned on your clit, vibrating the nub. Your bliss is cut short as he drives his thick dick into your mouth and directly to the back of your throat, leaving you no time to prepare. You whine slightly around it, and he tsks.

“Don’t you fucking dare whine. Take it all,” he sounds ruthless and your pussy quakes.

He sets a punishing pace, the tip of his dick ramming through your throat. It doesn’t take long for it to become messy, saliva trickling from your mouth, falling towards your eyes due to the angle of your supine head. Jimin sounds angelic, the moans that leave the dancer’s body should be recorded and played for an audience, you think. You’d suffer through hours of this for the reward of his sweet voice crying out your name.

“Fuck, my little cock slut loves it when I fuck her throat, hmm,” he asks, breathy and harsh. You nod as much as you can.

“Yeah, that’s right. You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love it when I fucking choke the shit out of you with my fat cock, huh?”

The voice of an angel with the words of the devil himself. The duality is intoxicating and you are head over heels for both Jimin’s inside of him, every aspect of the man you pledged your life to.

“Mmm, you suck me so good,” he’s groping at your tits through the fabric of your bra. You’re surprised that it’s still on, but you trust he’s aware and always has a plan.

“Are you crying, baby?” He asks mockingly. Tears and saliva mix and your face is completely ruined by it. You nod again and blink. “Good, fucking choke on it.” he goes even faster and you’re moaning. It hurts and the gag reflex is there, but the pain gets you off, and you know the second it became too much, your husband would stop in an instant.

“Little sluts get their face fucked when they disobey daddy,” he chides, emphasising each word with a thrust.

It’s as if you’re desperate for his orgasm, wanting nothing more than to swallow every ounce of what he spills into you, clean him up and ask for more. He won’t have that tonight, it seems, as he’s pulling out of you as quickly as he entered.

“I want to cum in this tight little cunt,” he bites. You slither up from your position and wipe at your eyes, resting against the pillow after he orders you to remove the bustier. He asks that you leave the belt and stockings on, however.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” he’s discarded his shirt and is sitting ahead of you, watching you. His gaze turns you on and opens you up like a flower.

Your thighs are spread far and you lean back further onto the pillows to put the star of the show on display. You’re coated with your slick; it’s slathered up and down your thighs and dripping onto the duvet below you. He breathes out in appreciation.

“I think my favorite thing about you is how fucking wet you get for me.” He’s still not moving and you want to beg him to touch you, please do something, but refrain. “You feel like a fucking dream when I’m inside you.”

“B-baby,” you break character and freeze, but he ignores it and allows you to continue as you sigh with relief. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he banters, and you nod with wide, needy eyes.

“Touch yourself for me, then. Show me how badly you want daddy’s cock in you.”

A hand flies to your cunt in record time and you’re desperately eager to spread the lips of your folds apart and rub at your slick and swollen clit. A breathy, heady moan escapes you at the friction you’ve been aching for since you sent the sexy photo hours ago.

“Fuck!” you shout, circling the bud. Jimin’s eyes are glued to your hands, and he watches with awe.

“Finger yourself,” he demands and you’re obeying before he’s even finished speaking, two fingers slipping down to enter your channel. You arch off the bed and grip a breast in your other hand, flicking at the nipple for extra sensation.

He coos at you as you fuck yourself with wild abandon, gasping his name as you slip deeper with each thrust.

“Add another.” His voice maintains its even quality, maintained and cool. But if you opened your eyes, you’d see that he’s salivating at the sight, desperately restraining himself. His cock is weeping pre-cum and he could explode in an instant watching this too long.

Your ring finger slips in with the other two and you’re keening at the stretch. The pain is gone in a flash, just a pinch that simmers to a desperate pleasure.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he breaks his composure, momentarily. He’s so in love with you, every single fucking bit, that he can’t help it. “God, you’re beautiful.”

His words have you blushing, as if they’re the most lewd part of the evening and not the fact you’re fingering yourself in front of your husband while he watches and orders you around.

“Rub your clit with your other hand, love.”

The pressure of your added hand on your clit and the fingers thrusting into you has you soaring to your high and your throat chokes on the air. “O-oohhh fuckkk!” You whine.

“You close, baby? You gonna cum on those cute little fingers and get them messy for daddy?” He asks, voice violently serene.

“Y-yes! Please, I want to cum,” you beg. You know the rules, he tells you where and when your body receives its pleasure.

“You wanna cum?” He asks again, and you feel a spike of irritation. He’s already asked you that, haven’t you already answered?

“So badly, daddy! Please! C-close.” Words are escaping your mental capacity now. You’re there, nearly there, just one little tiny string holding you back from the edge of euphoria.

“Too bad.”

Your fingers are pulled from your cunt quickly and you’re crying. Tears are forming in your eyes as you feel an ache deep to your womb. You had been so close, so deliciously close. Jimin knows this, thrills at watching you edge further and further through the night. You won’t admit it at the moment, it’s pure torture then, but the buildup to the finale is indescribable.

“You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you to cum. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy,” you babble, nearly incoherent from arousal and denial.

He makes you writhe there, pussy so slick its soaking the blankets and you’ll have to change them later but the only thing you think about is your cunt, your weeping cunt that’s screaming to release.

You feel your breath slowing and know that Jimin wants you to come back down to earth before he’ll bring you up again.

“Good fucking girl,” he kisses your belly, licking at the navel. He whispers quiet words of adoration as he trails down your abdomen and end at the top of your mound. Your legs are shaking, no, they’re nearly convulsing from need.

He spreads your folds, and it’s pornographic the way he spits on your pussy, as if it needs any more wetness. It’s not about the wetness, though, and you know it. It’s about the message, the ownership.

“My favorite little fuck toy,” he murmurs, lightly tracing everywhere but the bud throbbing with need for friction. “I can’t wait to cum inside this little pussy tonight. Gonna flood your whole fucking cunt, babe.”

Jimin knows the way to your heart, and the way to your orgasms is through his words. Gentle whispered ‘i love you’s’ in the day and disgusting filth at night. It’s just another reason in a list of a million why you work so well together.

“Should we get you nice and pregnant tonight? You want to make a baby?”

You nearly sob at his words. He can fuck you harder with his words than his cock.

“Please!” You’re yelling, tears streaming down your face. “P-please! I want your baby.”

He leans down and smiles for a moment before speaking. “Well, my little wife will always get what she wants when she asks so nicely.” His lips attach to your clit, suctioning it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. It’s swollen and slick, and it feels like fucking heaven. His plushy lips are working for it, taking you so desperately close to the edge.

You’re gasping a symposium of his name and praising the ground he walks on. You’re sure if you died now you’d die a very fucking happy woman. The world around you is gone, and it’s just Jimin’s sinful mouth suckling at your cunt.

You’re close again, and Jimin knows it. You’re begging, pleading with him, but it’s useless as he roughly pulls away.

The music continues on in the background. It’s lighter, and Jimin croons in the speaker as he grunts in your ear.

He muffles your anguished cry with a messy kiss that tastes of you, and he’s thrusting into you. The slickness guides him in easily and he’s whining against you at the feel of your walls accept him and hugging him tightly as if they’ve missed his cock swelling within them.

“JIMIN!” You’re seeing fireworks as your husband fucks into you, holding you close to him. It’s as rough and kinky as it is intimate and sweet. He holds you, cherishes you, while he’s pistoning his thick member into your loud, drenched cunt.

“I love you,” he whispers, slipping a thumb into your mouth that you suck at eagerly, as skilled with his fingers as you are with his cock. “I love you so fucking much.”

His eyes align with yours, yours full of tears of absolute unrivaled pleasure, and his with full and never-ending devotion.

You’re both so close, and you pull him against you to kiss his lips. You want to connect completely to him as you cum, as he spills into your womb and creates something, someone there.

Your cunt flutters intensely, quaking in anticipation as it builds and builds and builds. Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and warn you, “I’m going to cum soon, baby, please cum with me.” He’s gentle and sweet, the Jimin who cries at love stories and wears flower crowns now present inside you. You nod quickly, gasping as the coil winds tighter and tighter.

Your kissing is messy, passionate, and your hands grasp him everywhere. You’re tugging at his toned arms and solid back, seeking refuge as the tidal wave grows impossibly high, higher, so so high,

And crashes into you at 100 miles per hour. Your cunt is contracting and pulsing around him so intensely you nearly black out, crying loudly into his mouth. He’s groaning with you, the feeling of your already impossibly tight walls clenching down on him demands the orgasm out of him. He’s cupping your whole face in his hands as he spills into you and your walls suck him in further, so far he could disappear completely.

It feels as if you orgasm for hours, but it's merely minutes later that you’re trying to catch your breath and slip back into reality. You’re clinging to each other like last lifelines and the gaze between you is so intense it clenches at your racing heart.

The silence between you two is long and speaks an entire conversation before your lips even open. He’s singing so sweetly through the speaker, it sounds like he’s singing directly to you. “I love you,” you’re whispering to him.

He rubs at your cheeks in his palms, wiping away stray tears of bliss that have slipped down your face.

“I love you.”

You settle into him, unwilling to move a single inch away from your husband, and marvel at the beauty that is your life, your future.

Jimin holds you close, kisses you gently and sings softly along to the music as you fall asleep, and he adores the fact that he holds his entire world, his future, in his arms.

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magalidragon · 3 years

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#5 in anger management 😏😈

Alrighty then! 😈 Back to Barrister Dany and Judge Jon! In all their dirtiness, lol

#5. “I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

Jon idly rubbed the ‘Love’ tattoo on his wrist with his opposite thumb, listening to Tyrion complaining over a motion that Dany had just filed on behalf of her client, a motion that Tyrion seemed to have particular angst over. Jon figured it was because Dany had filed a motion claiming prosecutorial malfeasance, which honestly, given that it was Tyrion Lannister, Jon was pretty sure was 100 percent accurate.

He shifted in the back of the courtroom, glancing at Judge Ashara Dayne, who had transitioned to the Court of Common Pleas. She smiled in his direction, gave a small wave, and proceeded to rule that she would need time with the motion and until then, court was adjourned, over Tyrion’s protests. She banged the gavel, and everyone stood, including Jon, waiting for her to depart before they gathered their things.

He walked down the aisle towards the defense table, Dany saying goodbye to her client before the bailiff took him away. He stopped, waiting on her, and Tyrion wandered over. “You lost?” he asked.

Jon glanced sideways. He smiled politely. “Tyrion, lovely to see you of course.” He lifted his brows. “You said something?”

“I was just wondering if you were lost.”

“Your Honor.”

Tyrion frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I was just saying ‘Your Honor’, because last I checked I’m still a judge even if it in juvenile court.” He rarely ever played that hand, but it was fun to play with Tyrion, because he was such an arsehole.

Tyrion glared at him, gritting out, “Your Honor”, like it was glue in his mouth, and stormed away.

Dany stepped over to him, lightly pecking his lips. “That was fun.” She frowned at him, head cocking slightly. It made her earrings bob, sending bright red little sparkles of light around her in the sunlight through the wide courtroom windows. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to pop by.”

“Well I’m glad, let’s go back to your office.”

He walked at her side, his robes billowing out around him; he’d forgotten to take them off when he left his courtroom, not usually one to wear them beyond chambers. He rubbed his wrist again, wincing at the slight pain shooting through his radius. “Your block this morning still hasn’t worn off,” he complained.

She giggled. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how, pray tell will you do that?”

“You’ll see,” she said airily, checking her phone, and let out a sound that most dogs probably wouldn’t even be able to hear it was so high-pitched. “Oh!” She turned it towards him and sighed. “Look at Lya! She’s such a strong little girl!”

“Dany, she has our son in a headlock.”

“Hmm, he’ll get out of it.”

The terrible twos were indeed truly terrible, especially with their twins. Daemon and Lya loved each other like siblings did, falling asleep in each other’s arms most evenings, but only after they had ripped at each other’s hair, thrown each other’s food, and had now begun fighting in a manner suggesting they had inherited their mother’s rage issues. He would need to get them into Arya’s martial arts class soon. He was positive Lya was already adept at Faceless, because even in utero she’d been hiding, using her brother as a shield until finally the doctor was able to space out the rather ‘erratic’ heartbeat and discover it was two babies, not one.

They entered his office via the back entrance, bypassing Gilly and Satin, who he believed—hoped—were out to lunch. He moved to unzip his robes, idly checking the schedule in front of him on the desk to see he didn’t have court until later that afternoon. He would work on some judgments until then, or rather…he caught sight of Dany, who had shaken off her blazer and removed her heels, padding over to him silently. He arched his brow. “Can I help you Mrs. Snow?”

“Hmm…that depends Your Honor.”

“On what?”

Dany pulled at the sides of his robes, her fingers flicking the zipper. She lifted her eyes, large and sinful, the lavender ring around her pupil disappearing into deep indigo, her lips parting to allow her tongue to dart out and wet the top one, voice husking: “On what you decide.”

“Decide?” he gasped, her hands tracing over his chest. He closed his eyes, suppressing the growl deep from within. He dropped his hands to her hips. “And what do I have to decide?”

“Hmm…the decision before the Court is…” She pushed him, easily, down into his chair. He shifted backwards, his dress slacks incredibly uncomfortable, the front already tenting out as he grew harder with every whisper of her words. She overed over him, her hands on either side, on the chair’s armrests. The deep ‘v’ of her dress gaped, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts. He moved, wanting to fill his hands with them, but she shook her head, pushing him back into the seat. “Nope. You have to decide.” She licked her lips again, whispering. “Do you want my mouth or…” Her fingers traced over the front of the robe, separating it, and began to pop his shirt buttons. “Or my cunt?”

He released a high-pitched whine, shifting in the seat again, gasping. “Both?”

“Nope, you get one or the other.”

Eyes clenched shut, her scent catching him, floral and spicy, he couldn’t possibly decide. Her fingers began to undo his belt buckle and it seemed she was going to decide for him, but she stopped, hands on his hips. “Dany,” he gasped, eyes springing open, seeing her smirking at him. “I can’t.”

“Nope, Your Honor must decide.”

Fuck, every single time she called him that he swore he could come. He shook his head fast, decision made, when she licked her lips again, bright red, the same color as her dress. “Fuck, your mouth.”

“Hmm, very well.”

She fell to her knees and pulled at his pants, his hips lifting to let his cock spring out, and she frowned, cocking her head. “Hmm…I think you lost your underwear somewhere.” She grinned up. “Your Honor.”

It was his turn to smirk. “I think they’re still somewhere in the couch from this morning.”

“So you’ve been commando in court all morning?”

“Hmm…I suppose I have been.”

“My, my, my, whatever will the Minister of Justice have to say to that?”

“Fuck, I hope she never finds out and can we not talk about Olenna Tyrell now?”

She licked at him, like a lollipop, from base to tip, silencing anything he had to say on the matter, her mouth easily sliding over him, engulfting him in her heat. His hands flew to her hair, wrapping the silky strands around his fists, hlding it from her face as she worked him over, her throat a hot, tight suction around him, taking him deep before she let go again, teasing and taunting, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, while her other scratched lightly up over his chest.

Seven hells, he thought, over and over again, his cries caught in his throat, a fist coming to cover his mouth so no one could potentially overhear what was happening in his office. He made the mistake of glancing down at her again, her eyes wide and watery, spittle and precum around her lips and chin, and he forced himself not to thrust into her suddenly, but couldn’t help it when his hips lifted, just in time for her to pop off of him.

“What,” he began, startled, and desperate to come, so close, his body quivering and the tingle in the base of his spine already starting, warning.

Dany hiked her skrit up over her hips, pushed aside her red thong, and gripping him, slid down easily, not stopping her long, low moan. He swallowed any further sounds she might make with his lips, kissing her hard, one hand still wrapped in her hair and the other coming down to her back, helping her grind into him, rubbing her clit on his pelvis as he arched up into her, hips rolling together, both of them so close.

He came fast and hard, flooding into her tight heat, hips juddering with each wave, and didn’t stop until she came too, a few seconds later, gripping him like a vice. He couldn’t see anything, just blinding light behind his eyelids and damn well couldn’t hear much either, nothing but a muffled “Love you.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, seeking her mouth again, whispering. “I love you too.”

They remained ine ach other’s arms a moment longer, until he softened and pulled out and she climbed off of him. In the bathroom they cleaned up and made themselves presentable, no one the wiser at what might have just happened. He kissed her goodbye, said he’d see her at the gym later before they picked up the kids at Auntie Arya’s, and reluctantly unlocked the door to see her out.

“Mrs. Snow,” Satin said primly, waiting for the door to open.

Dany grinned. “Satin.” She waved. “Bye darling, see you later.”

“Bye,” he called, watching Dany sashay out. He grinned and nodded for Satin to come into the office, taking a seat in his chair while Satin moved to the couch. He took the papers that they were set to go over and lifted up his pen. “Alright, so first I want to talk about the Rast judgment…”

Satin wasn’t saying anything, not even paying attention. Jon frowned. “What?”

Satin leaned over the edge of the couch and picked up a pair of black silk boxers, holding them up on the end of his pen. He smirked. “These yours, Boss?”

“Hmm,” Jon noted, frowning. “So that’s where they were.”

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years

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Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader

Warnings: smut (it’s not super explicit though)

A/N: Just trying my hand at filth with Frankie. It didn’t turn out as filthy as I thought but it’s something. It only happened because I stared at a certain gif of him for too long and couldn’t stop thinking about it lol.

Here it is @spookyold-saintjm

part 2

You wait up for him. He told you he was going to be late but you can’t sleep without him in the bed next to you. The front door opens and Frankie walks through looking tired as ever. He throws his hands up as soon as he spots you sitting on the couch.

“I told you not to wait up.” He shakes his head and shrugs his jacket off before making his way over to kiss you. “Obstinada...” Kiss. “Testaruda…” Another kiss.

“And you love it.”

“Maybe a little.” He sits down and you climb into his lap. “Okay, I like it a little more now.”

“Oh yeah?” You smile and kiss him again.

“Yeah.” He looks down. “You’re not wearing pants.”

“Thank you for that astute observation, Mr. Morales. Any other news?”

“Ha very funny.” He pulls you against him even more making you push against his belt buckle. You gasp and he pulls back. “You okay? What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” You look down and touch the buckle. “This.”

“What about it? Did it hurt you? I can take it off.” He reaches down but you stop him.

“Leave it.” You bite your lip and hide your face in his neck, moving so you brush up against it again. When you sigh quietly, he finally seems to realize what is going on.

“Wait. Are you…” He makes you sit up so he can look into your eyes. “Is that why you’re not wearing pants?” he teases, scooting down so his body is a little more relaxed while still sitting up.

“I’m not wearing pants because it’s late and…” You moan as he pulls you against the buckle again. “And…”

“And what?” He smiles knowingly and looks down to watch you grind, lifting your shirt a bit so he can see better.

“I don’t fucking know.” Your eyes are closed now and all you can do is focus on how good the metal feels against your covered center. Even through your panties, you can feel the cool metal, the bumps and ridges of whatever the fuck was on it.

“Sorry I’m so late, baby.” He grabs your thighs gently, helping you move.

“It’s okay.” You move faster and bring your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. His hat is in the way so you snatch it off and throw it, making him chuckle quietly until you pull his hair a bit. Now it’s your turn to smile, and you do, but soon your head is thrown back and your mouth drops open in a silent scream.

“Fuck, baby…look at you.” His grip on your thighs tightened and you can feel the effect you’re having on him. Every time you grind on him, he lets out a small sound, too focused on you to do much more.

When you look down at him, he’s biting his lip, concentrating on the way you’re practically fucking his belt buckle.

“Kiss me, Frankie,” you gasp and he looks at you, eyes full of lust and love and a little desperation. His lips meet yours in a bruising kiss and he makes sure you keep moving, knowing that you’re close. “I’m gonna cum, Frankie,” you whimper.

“I know. Come on.” He sort of growls it and that’s just about enough to make you finish right then and there. He holds his hips up off the couch, pushing up against the small circles you’re making against the buckle. You cry out and collapse against him, your hips still moving, trembling.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, kissing his neck, his cheek, whatever you can reach.

“And here I thought you hated the thing. You called it hideous, didn’t you?” His voice is still slightly strained.

“Well, maybe I like it now.” You smile weakly.

“I got a whole lot of ‘em,” he tells you. “But I’m guessing this one will be your favorite.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to test out the others.”

“Well, it’s only…” He checks the time. “Two in the morning. I can always go put another one on. I need to hang this one out to dry now anyway.” He chuckles when you hit his chest.

“I was thinking that maybe I should take care of you now.” You purposely grind against him as you say it.

He moans lowly. “You’re off to a good start.” He stands slowly, lifting you with him by your thighs as you wrap your legs around him.

“Aren’t you happy I waited up now?” you ask as he carries you to the bedroom.

“You have no idea.”

#Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales x Reader #Francisco 'Catfish' Morales #Triple Frontier #Pedro Pascal #headcanon #i dunno man

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smediumsmeatbae · 4 years

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Tremble (One Shot)

TITLE: Tremble PAIRING: Chris Evans x Reader SUMMARY: Chris' anxiety throws him for a loop but you know how to make him feel better WORDS: 2.3 K SONG USED: Oh Baby by LCD Soundsystem WARNINGS: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, light angst (if you squint), SMUT SMUT SMUT (no one under 18, please!) A/N: This is my first for a couple of things. This is my first smut fic, constructive (read CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism is welcome. (Praise is awesome too lol.) And secondly, this is the first fic I've used with a song running through it. I really enjoyed writing this and loved using the song through it. It might be something I do again in the future. This is also a submission for @jtargaryen18 's 30 Days of Chris. Thanks to her for hosting such a wonderful writing challenge and it's been super fun this whole month. This is not to be posted anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs/likes/comments loved and encouraged. Sort of been proofread. Any grammar mistakes are my own.

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There was a hush in the air that night as you sipped your glass of bourbon out on the back porch of your Boston home you shared with your husband Chris. He was due home in a few hours and you couldn't wait to see him, so you were trying to distract yourself with your favorite spirit and a book that Scarlett had lent to you. You tried to focus on it, you really did. However, as you re-read the same sentence about five times, that was proving to be a fruitless venture. You let out a small huff of restlessness and placed the book down on the patio table before taking a quick sip of your drink and opened up your phone. Maybe catching up on some work emails could distract you enough. Before you could open up the email app, though, you noticed that you had a message. It was from Chris! You smiled and tapped on the icon to open up the message.

CHRIS: Just touched down, got an earlier flight. Can’t wait to see you. Tour’s been rough. Should be there in about 20-30 mins.

Your belly was full of butterflies as you read the message. He was going to be home! His arm around you! In twenty minutes! You tapped on the reply button.

YOU: Yay! I missed you so much babe. Can't wait to see you too! ❤

It had been so long since Chris had been home. You missed the way he sang 80's pop music when he made pesto eggs in the morning, how the bathroom smelled vaguely of his cologne and soap - one of your favorite smells - after a shower, and how he would tickle you into submission after you had any argument with him. You also missed the way he caged his sculpted arms around your head and stroked your hair gently away from your face as he made love to you. God, how you missed sex with Chris; you craved it. Facetime was great, sure, and it helped temper the desire but it could only do so much. It couldn't give you the heat of his body melting into you or how he held you close, almost protectively, as you came down from your orgasm. You couldn't wait to feel him again and would probably jump him as soon as he got home.

As if Chris could sense that you were thinking about him, you heard the door unlocking and the sound of keys being tossed on the entryway table as well as suitcases and backpack being set down in the foyer, making a noise on the hardwood floor. You excitedly went towards the noise to see your tired husband standing in the foyer.

"Baby!" You yelled as you ran towards Chris. You threw your arms around his neck and drew him close to you as you nuzzled your cheek to his shoulder, smelling his cologne and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt on your cheek. He grabbed you back in turn and buried his face into your neck and clung onto you, taking fistfuls of your shirt into his hands. You noticed after a second, that his body was tense. He was also slightly trembling against your body and he was hanging onto you like you were his salvation.

"Chris?" You asked gently, pulling away your face in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Oh baby You’re having a bad dream Here in my arms

You cupped his face in your hands. He easily was a head taller than you but in that moment, he seemed so small, like a scared little boy that needed to be protected and loved. His eyes were cloudy and glazed over- he looked like he hadn't slept at all last night.

You came to me Could all be a bad thing And do you harm

"I'm… I'm ok, just really tired." He gave you a small smile but it wasn't working; you could see something was really bothering him. You knew your husband too well; that, and he was a terrible liar. He started to let you go and go back towards the foyer to grab his stuff and unpack from the press junket.

"Babe, please. Talk to me. What's really going on?" You folded your arms around your waist and spoke to him, not judging, just wanting to understand and help.

He slumped down and let out a sigh, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"I just… need to decompress for a second. Can we not talk about it for now, please?" His eyes were pleading with you and your heart broke a bit. You wanted to reach out and hold him but instead you nodded and dropped your hands from your waist as if to say you were giving in to his request.

You run from me Shot in the dark Please wake me For my love lies patiently Please baby please

You had a feeling you knew what was going on. Chris had issues with anxiety and he said earlier the tour was rough, didn't he? How bad had it gotten? He was usually really good about keeping his anxiety in check with some form of meditation and relaxation. What happened? You followed Chris into the living room where he turned on the tv, wanting to get out of his head a bit. Sitting down next to him, you wrapped your legs under you and nestled yourself into his side, letting his arm drape over you. You felt his chest rising and falling, missing so very much this feeling of closeness that you had not had since he left one month ago. One long month. He absentmindedly kissed the top of your head and stroked your shoulder lazily with his thumb. It was like the anxious person that came in from the tour was gone and Chris, your Chris, was back. At least on the surface. You knew that he was trying his best to bury it for the time being until he was able to talk about it.

You came to me Are you having a bad time? There in your home

"The junket was… A lot." He finally spoke after a long time. "There wasn't really any time for breaks, and they just kept pushing us with more and more and more interviews and meet ups and Q&As and pictures…" You could feel his body tense up the more he talked about it. "It didn't stop. And I did my best to push it down, I made a commitment to be there and I was going to see it through, but man that last day… yesterday. I just couldn't do it anymore. I had a panic attack in between one interview waiting on another and I had to get out of there." There was a hitch in his voice that wasn't there before and you moved from your position to straddle him and hold him close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed your hands through his nape and massaged it, an act that instantly calmed him down. He let out a breath, seemingly one that he had been holding in for eternity, and wrapped his arms around you, nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

Oh sugar Give in to me You're just having a bad dream

"Shhh, it's ok baby. I've got you." You cooed as you held him close. "Let it all out, I'm here love."

He gripped onto you and you could feel your tshirt and neck becoming wet with tears as he quietly sobbed into your shoulder. Your big man; your confident, funny, passionate, smart, loving man was shaking in your arms. You cradled his head and rocked him from side to side, wrapping your legs around his torso to feel him closer, closer, closer to you.

Oh but please Please shake me from my lovesick patient dream Please baby please And my love plays wait and see

He lifted his head up to you, lashes wet with tears and eyes still misty, kissed you softly. His hands unclenched from your shirt and they ran up your back, searching, needing, wanting to hold you. His eyes met yours, wordlessly asking and you nodded, needing to make this better, if only for a short while. You cupped your hands to his face, rubbing his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs and kissed him gently at first, then with more urgency. You opened your mouth and let your tongue explore his bottom lip before he opened his mouth for you to gain access. Tongues danced with each other for a bit, you moaning into his mouth.

Chris was pulling at your over-sized shirt, and you obliged, lifting your arms up and letting him remove it. It was actually his old shirt, but you wore it, especially when he was out of town, because it smelled like him. With your shirt off, you reached for his as he unclasped your bra. You were so hungry for skin on skin contact, to feel his sculpted upper body next to yours. Soon, you were both bare chest to bare chest, your hands massaging the nape of Chris' neck while you licked and nipped at his collarbone, the fingers of your free hand playing in his chest hair. His hands were on your ass, grinding you up against him. You could feel the prominent bulge beginning to form in his pants and you melted from the sensation, matching his grinds with your own.

“I missed you so.. Much.” He groaned into your ear as he squeezed your cheeks and buried his face into your breasts, kissing and sucking; marking you as his.

“Oh, I missed you too baby.” You gasped out as your hands scratched his shoulders and down his back making him hiss. You felt your wetness soak your panties. “I’m here, Chris. I’m all yours, my love.”

You wanted to let him take the lead, take what he wanted from you. There would be time tomorrow for talking and kissing and exploring each other anew all day, but tonight you wanted to make his entire trip melt into a distant memory. You guided your hands down his magnificent pecs and abs to his belt buckle. He adjusted himself so that you could zip his pants down and get his hardness into your hands. You both moaned out when you cupped him into your hands.

“Need you.” You heard him rasp out, nipping your jaw. You looked into his eyes and they were dark and lust blown. You nodded with a whimper, needing him just as much too, needed the familiar stretch that you had been longing for since he had left a month ago.

With one arm, he lifted you up with ease, helping you off of the couch while you both got rid of the bottom half of your clothing. Chris eased himself back onto the couch and you had to restrain yourself from just jumping onto him as you straddle back over his waist. You took his head in your hands and crashed into his mouth with passionate kisses, with teeth and tongues and biting lips, fighting out for dominance on who was giving the better kiss. His thick arms were back around your waist and butt. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lifted yourself up and positioned yourself over his manhood. He helped guide you and in one swift move, you felt him inside, stretching you deliciously. You both moaned out, chests heaving at the sensation.

“Oh fuck baby.” Chris groaned as he bit down on your shoulder. “Feel so good… so tight for me.”

You started to move your hips, and Chris put his big hands on either side of your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock. Putting your hands on the back of the couch to steady yourself, you matched him thrust for thrust. Your forehead pressed against his lightly for a second as you kissed him again. He adjusted himself a little bit more on the couch so that he could hit you deeper and you shouted out as he hit your g-spot over and over.

“Oh god, Chris yes! Right there!” panting heavily you sped up your rocking. You were so close to ecstasy, and you could feel from the twitch in his cock as you moaned out his name that he was close too. He matched pace with you and slammed into you with all he had.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” His voice was low and intense. He took one hand off of your hip to dip down between your thighs and rub tight circles onto your clit with his thumb. That was all it took and you cried out, your whole body shaking and pulsing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. Feeling your walls grip around him was enough to push Chris over the edge as well and he let go, moaning out your name as his strong hands went up your back and pulled you down to him.

Oh baby Lean into me There's always a side door Into the dark Into the dark, shh

Once both of your breathing had returned to normal you parted from his embrace and scooted off of him, feeling him slide out of you. You got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom for a wet washcloth to wipe up with. Finishing with that, you nestled down next to his side, running your hands across his naked torso, blissfully loving how his breathing was way more peaceful at that moment then when he came home. He pulled you close to him and dipped down to kiss your lips tenderly.

“Welcome home, Chris.” You sighed and ran your hands through his chest hair.

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lonelyboxpet · 3 years

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put back into place || viking whump

this is just a random first person whump snippet without any context lol, hope you like it. it´s set in the tv show "vikings", doesn´t contain any spoilers, only my best friend and me cuz i love whumping myself uwu

cw: alcohol, belting, manhandling, beating, brief mentions of non-con and r@pe, brief mentions of pregnancy and abortions, some heavy language, knife whump, ragnar being protective and getting his revenge on that dumb drunk dipshit, a shit ton of sarcasm

The light of the fire glistened against the metal cups and the candle holders, gold and matted, weakly illuminating the dark hall. Men were laughing, drinking, drunkenly dancing and sharing stories, as they always were, while eating - and making a huge mess, of course.

I sighed. I was holding a cup, almost untouched, and playing with it anxiously. I didn't really like the ale, unlike my friend, who already downed three drinks and now was very cheerily devouring the fourth one. I scoffed a little and sipped from mine. I had to admit it wasn't bad, the ale was pungent and sweet, but I didn't really like the idea of getting drunk around a bunch of two-meters-tall, buff, scary viking men who mostly knew shit about consent and didn't care about what an age gap is. And the last thing I wanted was getting raped and getting pregnant with a child of some drunk-ass 40-years-old fucker in a world where abortion wasn't invented yet.

,,You look like a lost puppy, dude,” Jáchym laughed softly and nudged me, making me smile weakly. ,,What is it?”

,,I just… I don't really like this, bro,” I replied reluctantly, gesturing with my cup to the whole hall. ,,Ragnar and mostly everyone who we know isn't here and were left in the company of a bunch of dangerous drunk dudes who could crush my skull with one hand. Of course I don't feel good.”

He shook his head. ,,Why would they want to hurt us? Look, don´t worry. If you want to, we can go, get some fresh air or something.”

I looked at my feet and squirmed nervously. ,,Nah. You don't have to leave just because of me. You look like you're enjoying this. It's okay.”

,,Alright,” he shrugged and finished his drink. ,,But if you change your mind, just tell me.”

I nodded and decided to try to fight my anxiety. Fuck this, alright? We're here. How many times will we get an opportunity to feast with fucking vikings? I downed my drink in one go, squinching my eyes at how it stung in my throat. Jáchym quietly cheered and quickly followed my example. I smirked at him and peeled myself off of the wooden pillar I was leaning on, diving into the crowd.

My heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I almost choked on it, but I headed to the table, eyes fixed on the big goblet with more ale. I reached over the shoulder of some man, who was laughing loudly about something, and tried to grab it, but he quickly caught my hand and forced me to topple over at the table, getting more laughs from his friends around.

,,Sorry,” I yelped out, trying to pry myself from his iron grasp, ,,I just- I just wanted to fetch the ale.”

The man's eyes narrowed. He reached for the goblet. ,,You wanted this?” he asked. I slowly nodded, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment as more looks landed on me.

,,Yes,” I replied. ,,Ye- yes. I´m sorry.”

He looked me straight in the eyes and strengthened his grip, as he slowly turned the goblet upside down, pouring its content onto the floor. His friends´ laughter rumbled in my ears as he grinned at me, without a trace of humor. I squirmed again.

,,Hey, leave her alone.”

Oh my fuck, bro, I swear to gods, don´t fight this dude, I prayed quickly as Jáchym approached us, opening the man´s hand and forcing him to leave my forearm. I backed off as fast as I could, grasping the bruises he left, watching him and my friend with wide eyes.

The man stood up slowly, hovering over Jáchym as he tried to keep balance. My friend was apparently too dumb to do the logical thing, which was turning around and running for his fucking life, but instead, he striked first.

The man groaned and fell back onto his seat, grabbing his bloodied nose. Now Jáchym backed up, probably finally realizing that fighting a viking wasn't the smartest thing to do, but the man grabbed his shoulder and punched him. Well, he tried, Jáchym dodged it at the last time, and the man´s fist just lightly stroked his cheekbone instead of landing on his chin.

I forgot that I was fucking terrified, my blood raced through my veins. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt. I forgot how to breathe. And, I did the dumbest thing possible. I jumped forward, head-butting the man´s face before he could punch my friend again.

He groaned, I felt his already injured nose to crack, and white stars of pain flew across my skull. He grabbed my throat and threw me to the ground, as one of his friends twisted Jáchym´s arms behind his back to stop him from fighting again, even though he thrashed around and tried to stomp on his feet.

I tried to get up, but a kick forced me to fly back to the ground with a pained gasp. Jáchym managed to strike the face of his opponent with the back of his head, but a punch to the gut forced him to topple over, wheezing for breath. The man over me grinned as he unbuckled his belt.

,,You gonna fuck this little bitch, Hrolf?” one of his friends laughed, watching the whole scene while drinking his ale.

The disgusting piece of shit, apparently named Hrolf, just sneered. ,,I´m not fucking dogs,” he snarled, erupting more laughter from his great pals. ,,I´m just gonna put these two sneaky pieces of shit back to their place.”

His belt landed on my arm, leaving an angry red mark. I yelped and tried to pull away, but to no use. The leather of his belt hit my skin again, and again, and again, no matter how much I squirmed. In the end, I just curled up, covering my head with arms, quietly weeping and hoping that he'll get enough soon.

My hopes apparently came true, since the blows stopped coming. Hrolf scoffed. ,,And now the other one.”

Oh well I think the fuck not, I thought, pulling my bloodied arms from my head. Jáchym growled and fought against the two men who were manhandling him, trying to push him down. Hrolf raised his arm, ready to hit him.

I bounced off the floor and flew forward, kicking him in the groin with all the strength I had. Which wasn't much, but it was enough to force him to screech and topple over, falling back onto his seat hard. Jája pulled himself out of the grasp of the two men, quickly stepping away.

The metal buckle of the belt landed on my face, erupting in a white-hot lash of pain. I fell to the floor, feeling the metal taste of blood in my mouth, but I looked up at Hrolf with a bloody grin when he turned around and left the scene with a scoff, swaying and grabbing his crotch.

Jáchym´s warm hands lifted me up. I wiped the blood from my face, hissing as I touched the open wound and splitted lip.

,,You alright?” he asked, concerned. One of his eyes was already swelling up. I frowned, gently touching it, and he softly tsk-ed, pulling away from my touch.

,,No, bro. Are you alright?” I replied, voice full of worries. And blood. It´s sweetness mixed up with the bitter aftertaste of the ale.

He shook his head. ,,No. Let's get out of here.”

I agreed with all my heart. We supported each other as we stumbled out of the hall, into the cold darkness of the night.

>><<

Rangar´s eyes were piercing me as he softly turned my head with his fingertips, examining the marks.

,,You say he beated you two up for getting a drink?” he asked Jáchym, who stood a few feet away.

My friend nodded with a frown. ,,Yeah. He said something about putting us back in place or something,” he confirmed, his face dark with anger. I shivered softly when I saw his expression. Ragnar turned my attention back to him.

,,Um, I mean, it was kind of my fault,” I admitted quickly, stuttering a little when faced with his blue, stark eyes, who did not blink. ,,I- I shouldn't have sneak up on him like- like that, I´m really sorry-”

,,Stop it,” Ragnar cut my stammering. ,,He hurt you. Floki,” he turned to the boat-builder who was watching the whole scene, leaning against the frame of the door, ,,go find Hrolf. Tell him I want to talk to him, now.”

Floki sneered a little and perked up. ,,Of course, Ragnar,” he grinned, as he always did. ,,I will tell him.”

He disappeared and Ragnar sighed, patting my shoulder. I let out a soft gasp of pain and he immediately stopped, gently grabbing my side instead. ,,I´ll deal with him,” he promised to us. I felt the anger building up inside him and I shivered, clinging to Jáchym instead. ,,Come with me.”

>><<

,,Hello, Hrolf,” Ragnar greeted the man who entered the hall coldly, not even turning around to face him. I sat at the heel of the stairs leading to the chairs dominating the room, trying to hide in the shadow. Jáchym didn´t. He sat at the top and was piercing Hrolf with the deadliest stare he knew, considering the fact that one of his eyes was swollen and almost closed.

,,What is it, Ragnar?” Hrolf asked, the trace of sarcasm too visible in his voice.

,,You know why I wanted to talk to you,” Ragnar said softly, still with his back turned on Hrolf as the man approached. ,,You hurt these two.”

Hrolf scoffed. ,,The girl sneaked up on me. She then disrespected me, and the boy tried to fight. I simply put your slaves back to their place.”

Now Ragnar turned around swiftly, facing the smaller man, their faces only a few inches apart. ,,They´re not slaves,” he corrected him, voice terrifyingly calm and low. ,,We found them while raiding, but they're not slaves, Hrolf. I think of them as high as of my own children.”

Hrolf threw his arms apart. ,,Well, I didn't know that you were so keen on them,” he snarled in irritation. ,,They annoyed me. I fixed that. If they learned their lesson, I have no problem with them. Is that all, Ragnar?”

Ragnar smirked, locking Hrolf´s arms in an iron grip. ,,No.”

He head-butted Hrolf´s face so fiercely that his head flew back, breaking his already kind of damaged nose once again and leaving a bruise around his eye, similar to Jáchym´s from yesterday. Hrolf howled in pain, but Ragnar´s grip forced him to stay on his feet. Ragnar grinned wildly as he flicked a small knife from behind his belt - and then he turned to me. I shrivelled and curled up under his gaze.

,,Come here,” he ordered me, still holding a groaning Hrolf in one hand and the blade in the other.

The last thing I wanted was to get close to a furious Ragnar with a knife in his hands, but his command was just impossible to ignore. I shakily got up and approached him, my eyes flickering from the glistening blade to Hrolf´s fucked up nose to Ragnar's stone-cold face with a soft smile on it.

,,Closer,” he gestured, softly taking my chin to lift it up, examining the place on my cheek where the belt broke my skin. ,,Hmmm.” He turned back to Hrolf and lifted the knife.

I backed up, knowing very well what he was about to do, and I also knew that there was no use in trying to stop him. I just turned away, trying to ignore Hrolf´s pained gasps and panting as Ragnar slowly, too slowly started to carve the same wound into his cheek. Jáchym softly hugged my side when he felt me shivering, frowning, but not turning away.

Finally, Ragnar was done, the bloodied knife fell to the floor and Hrolf was quietly hissing.

,,Now, I think we're good,” Ragnar said, still not letting him go, watching the blood drip from his chin. ,,But to be absolutely clear…” He pulled Hrolf even closer, so close he felt Ragnar´s breath on his ear, ,,You ever lay a hand on them again, and I will cut it off myself. Understood?”

,,Ye- Yes,” he gasped, gulping. ,,I understand.”

,,Good,” Ragnar smiled and let him go. ,,Now, be on your way.”

Hrolf started to back up, wiping the blood from his face, leaving the hall abruptly, shutting the door behind him. Ragnar let out a huge breath and picked up the knife, wiping it against his pants. Then he looked at us.

,,Which one of you broke his nose the first time?” he asked.

,,I think it was me,” said Jája.

Ragnar grinned and reached a hand out to him, helping him to get up. I quickly stood up too, my eyes flinching from Ragnar back to my friend.

,,Good. The next time, punch out his teeth too, boy.”

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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Ooooh but like what if it's gray getting jealous and a teeny but insecure too when MJ mentions some of her work mates and other close guy friends w whom she hangs out and drinks and parties yk?And when he finally meets them he might not be able to get some inside jokes or be pissy on how touchy one of her guy bffs is?!And just goes like"baby am I too young for you?"🥺maybe some cute fluff and hot makeup sex?? ;p Sorry if this too much or straight up lame It's cool if you don't wanna concept this

Ok, first of all, I love this. Second, this is my first MJ concept and I’m soft af🥺

If there’s one personality trait Grayson Dolan wouldn't normally attribute to himself, it’s that of being easily jealous. Why would he be? His life, despite it’s occasional heavy downs, is relatively picturesque in the grand scheme of things. He’s got a loving family, an amazing career, a beautiful girlfriend, and he’s narcissistic enough to proudly say he’s a good-looking dude.

But the little green monster first starts to stir in chest when said beautiful girlfriend lays back on his chest one morning, scrolling through Instagram while the two of them laze in bed. MJ is looking through the pictures she had been tagged in at a company dinner the night before, double-tapping her phone screen occasionally and diverting his attention away from his own phone when she does.

“Who’s that?” he asks, trying to sound as casual as possible as he eyes a certain picture with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Hm?” MJ had already scrolled down to the next photo, but she goes back to the one in question. Grayson points to the guy standing next to her. “Oh. That’s Jesse. He’s one of my teammates.”

Grayson doesn't respond right away, his gaze focused on the way the attractive young man has his arm wrapped tightly around MJ’s waist in the group photo. MJ is leaning away from him, but it still gives him a bad vibe — not from her, but from him.

“He looks friendly.”

MJ glances up at him and slaps the other side of his bare chest with the back of her hand jokingly. “Relax, we all had to squeeze in to get the picture. He’s just a colleague.”

“Yeah, to you,” Grayson mumbles. He tosses down his phone and turns on his side so he can throw his arm over her middle, nuzzling into her hair.

MJ smiles and scratches her nails up and down his sculpted arm, his warm breath tickling her ear. He’s not really the possessive type, too confident in himself and trustworthy in her for this to have ever been an issue in their relationship, but her work world is one entirely separate from him. She doesn’t think it’s too irrational for him to be suspicious, especially since she can admit feeling a little iffy about the way Jesse had so easily sidled up to her for that photo.

She shifts her head on the pillow so she’s facing him, kissing his lips softly but soundly. It’s an unspoken reassurance between them, and they both let the topic go.

A few days later, they’re in the kitchen together, a pass only she is allowed while Grayson cooks. MJ sits on the island, her feet dangling over the cabinets as Grayson stirs the vegetables he’s sautéing on the stove, when her phone buzzes on the marble countertop beside her. She picks it up and chuckles, her manicured fingers typing away.

“What’s so funny?” Grayson asks nosily.

MJ hits ‘send’ in the text response she wrote. “Jesse sent a stupid meme that reminded him of this super difficult exec we have to deal with for one of our clients.” She holds up her phone so Grayson can see it, but without the further context he doesn’t really see the humor in it. It causes a weird sensation to bubble in his stomach, one he can’t quite place, but it definitely makes him give the veggies an extra vigorous stir that has some of them flying out of the pan on accident.

He draws the line on this guy in his head when MJ sends him a text the next afternoon while he’s in a Wakeheart meeting downtown, just a few blocks from her office.

ugh baby i’m so sorry i have to cancel our lunch date :/ jesse wants to keep working on this report we have due this afternoon and i’ll look like a dick if i leave.

Grayson huffs and feels the back of his neck flush with anger. Why is Jesse controlling whether or not she can take her lunch break? She has a habit of skipping it to begin with, which Grayson can’t stand and actively tries to make sure she doesn’t do, so his irritation with this dude is through the roof now. His mind can’t help but wander to the possibility that maybe Jesse is doing it on purpose; he knows for a fact all of her coworkers know about him, so who’s to say he’s not trying to keep her to himself today? Before he can type out a heated response, however, MJ double-texts.

i promise I’ll make it up to you tonight. whatever you want, on me. literally and figuratively ;)

She knows him too well, can probably sense his frustration a few streets away. Grayson sighs, but his mouth lifts in a little smile, because he loves her and he’s low-key looking forward to that promise now.

Alright. I’ll be thinking about that to get me through this meeting. Pls eat tho baby, it makes me worry when you don’t.

me too lol. and gonna order some kreation now, don’t worry. ily

She punctuates her message with a few heart emojis, and Grayson returns the sentiment before pocketing his phone once more. His mind is far from the financial projections he’s supposed to be paying attention to, but luckily this is much more Ethan’s territory in the business than his, anyways.

Friday, he and MJ are cuddling on the couch watching a movie when out of nowhere she gasps a little and sits up from where she’s leaning on him. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. You and E doing anything tomorrow?”

Grayson chuckles and shakes his head, amused by the suddenness of her question. He pushes a lock of her hair, damp from their shared shower, behind her ear. “Not that I know of, other than we might go to the skatepark.”

MJ grins. “Well, my boss is making us do our monthly team-building workshop at a climbing gym, if you want to tag along. I don’t think you’ll be able to join us during the middle of it, obviously, but afterwards it would give you the chance to meet some of the people I work with, if you want.”

He considers it. He hasn’t been climbing in a while, and he’s actually been itching to get back into it. Not to mention, it’ll give him a chance to keep an eye on Jesse while he’s around MJ in the skin-tight lycra she wears to work out in.

“Yeah, I’m down. I’ll ask E if he wants to come, too.”

The next day, the three of them roll up to the gym in Ethan’s Tesla. Grayson wastes no time in taking MJ’s hand in his as they walk through the parking lot, just in case a certain set of eyes are watching. MJ squeezes his fingers reassuringly; she’s not dumb, not impervious to the fact that when he kisses her goodbye once they step inside and before they go their separate ways that he had caught a glimpse of the man from the picture that put his guard up to begin with.

When he pulls back but makes no move to join Ethan on the other side of the gym, MJ shakes her head with a grin and cups his cheek softly.

“No need to stake your claim, Neanderthal,” she says.

He looks down at her with a pout that makes her heart and her panties melt. His wide hands plant themselves on her hips and tug her a little closer to him, anyways. “Am I being obvious?” he asks.

“Only to me,” she winks, rising on her toes to give him one more chaste kiss. “Now go with E, before Chanel gets here and I have to reverse the roles.”

Grayson laughs but does as he’s told, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before they part ways. MJ’s company had rented half of the gym, which was roped off for them. He chooses the open wall closest to the one they're using, eager to keep his girlfriend as nearby as possible for the couple of hours they would be separated.

As he sits on a bench and slips on his climbing shoes, Grayson can’t help but search out where Jesse is. He’s easy to spot, that’s for sure. Not only is he already next to MJ, chatting animatedly while she smiles and nods politely in return, but he stands out with his curly mop of hair, caramel-colored skin, and pale blue eyes. Maybe his attractiveness is part of the reason Grayson is somewhat intimidated by his obvious interest in MJ, but he’s also part of her everyday life, one he knows nothing about other than what she shares with him.

It’s never been something that bothers him, because it’s healthy to have a life outside of a relationship, but he’s always dated — hooked up, whatever you want to call it — in his industry. There was always a mutual understanding of what work and life in general entailed with those flings, and it’s taken Jesse for him to suddenly realize he doesn’t have the experience or the knowledge of how to handle his feelings with that not being the case with MJ. It makes him feel out of control, not good enough somehow.

Grayson Dolan does not like to be out of control and he most certainly does not like being below his own standards.

“Who’s that?”

Grayson is brought out of his daze by his brother’s voice and the hand he had clapped to his shoulder. If he were able to laugh at himself in this moment, he might have found Ethan’s question funny, since it was exactly what he’d said when he first saw Jesse, too. Ethan’s gaze is fixed on MJ and the man in question, who had placed his hand on her elbow as he talked only for MJ to duck down to ‘tie her shoe.’

“Jesse,” is all he says, standing up to buckle his chalk belt around his waist.

“Oh,” Ethan replies, nodding his head a little. “Do we like him?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.”

Ethan becomes another set of eyes for Grayson while they climb, giving him nudges or a little whistle every time he catches Jesse standing a little too close to MJ, or finding a reason to touch her, or to ‘help’ her as she climbs up the wall. Grayson glowers over every time, trying his best but probably failing to not to come off as the jealous boyfriend. Every once in a while MJ will catch his eyes, giving him a quick wave or a thumbs-up with a pretty smile just for him. It makes his heart settle some, only for his chest to tighten again when Jesse starts cheering for her a little too loud.

The two hours pass by a little faster as he settles into the rhythm of climbing, trying to put her touchy coworker in the back of his mind. He trusts MJ with everything in him, but he knows how men can be — ignorant either by choice or by idiocy to a woman’s obvious signals of disinterest.

“Gray!”

He’s just reached the top of the wall when his girlfriend’s voice cuts clear through the loud chatter around them. He looks down and sees her on the mat, hair pulled back in a cute high ponytail, freckled cheeks flushed from the exertion of the day, as she waves him down with that same bright smile.

He grins, excited to have her to himself once again. “One sec!”

Once he’s made it back down the wall, he greets her with a kiss. She’s tied her jacket around her waist, leaving her top half covered only by a pretty green sports bra that happens to be both his favorite color and one that makes her eyes pop beautifully.

“I like this,” he says suggestively, hooking his finger in one of the straps and tugging gently.

MJ rolls her eyes and reaches up to adjust the center of the Wakeheart cap he’s got backwards over his hair. “Come on. You can meet the idiots I have to put up with every day.”

She leads him to the group, who are all standing around chatting, gulping down water, gathering keys and such as they prepare to leave. He gets introduced to them a couple at a time. Some of them he recognizes by name, such as Valentina and Jude (both of whom MJ actually likes and considers friends), MJ’s intern Alessia, and Chanel, of course, who bats her eyes so obnoxiously it’s almost comical.

And then there’s Jesse, who’s immediately sizing Grayson up with those striking eyes as soon as they approach him standing in the corner on his phone. Grayson doesn’t back down in the slightest, a smirk fixing itself on his lips when MJ leans into him and wraps her arm around his back. He drapes his own over her shoulders, pulling her that much closer to him.

“Hey Jess. This is the famous boyfriend I’ve told you all about,” she introduces, patting a hand on his hard stomach and smiling up at him for a moment.

Grayson lets go of MJ long enough to extend his hand. “Grayson.”

Jesse accepts and shakes his hand politely. “Jesse. MJ and I are teammates.”

“So I’ve heard,” he says, keeping a tight smile on his face as Jesse continues to square up to him, like Grayson has posed some kind of challenge.

Jesse nods, a grin of his own popping up as he gets the idea that MJ has maybe talked about him before. Grayson wants to roll his eyes, but he stays trying to be the bigger person here.

“So what do you do, Grayson?” Jesse asks.

Another hot flash overcomes him. He’s heard the question often enough to know there are two ways people ask it: innocently and genuinely; or knowingly and almost maliciously, like Jesse is now, waiting for him to say the ‘i’ word and berate him for it passive-aggressively.

MJ tightens her arm around him some, and it calms him down enough to answer with an even tone. “I do social media.”

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, though,” MJ steps in for him with a grin. “He and his brother have a whole production team under them. And they're CEO’s and part-owners of a fragrance company, Wakeheart. I think I’ve told you, whenever you compliment my perfume, that it’s Grayson’s, right?”

She’s incredible, really. Grayson smiles and shows off the diamonds in his teeth, which glint in the harsh artificial light. “Well, Jesse, if you like MJ’s perfume so much, I’d be glad to send you our whole collection. Maybe you’ll find one that’s right for you.”

He can see Jesse’s resolve start to waver, especially when MJ stands on her toes to kiss Grayson’s stubbled cheek. “Very generous, huh Jesse?”

Jesse clears his throat and digs his keys out of his pocket tellingly. “Ah, yeah. Thanks, man, good to meet you. See you Monday, MJ.”

He brushes past the couple without another glance, and he at least has the decency to blush a little from embarrassment. MJ turns and wraps her arms around Grayson’s middle, staring up at him with big green eyes that sparkle with amusement.

“Do you think he got the picture that I’m completely, totally, head over heels in love with you?” she asks, swaying slightly as he wraps his arms around her as well. “And that he has no chance in this universe whatsoever?”

“I don’t know, I feel like you could’ve laid it on a little thicker. Hyped me up a bit more,” Grayson jokes, dipping down to brush her lips with his. A blonde statue glares at the pair of them when he pulls back and glances over MJ’s head. “Chanel is staring daggers at us. Should we make out right here so she can see how I feel the same about you?”

MJ giggles and shakes her head. “Unfortunately, nothing will faze that bitch.” She nuzzles his nose with hers affectionately, the chaste display a perfect disguise for the dirty whispers that comes out of her mouth next. “Mm, my CEO boyfriend can take me home, though, and fuck me nice and hard in the shower.”

Grayson’s eyes turn a shade darker, and he bites his plump lower lip. He wants to slip his hands down to her ass, but he’s also very aware of how public they are right now. “If we even make it to the shower,” he murmurs.

MJ scrunches her nose and raises her brow in a look of mild disgust. “Gray, if you think I’m sucking your dick after it’s been in a cup for nearly three hours, without you taking a shower, you better think again. I don’t think even Chanel is down for that.”

Grayson lets out a belly laugh and releases her, taking her by the hand instead to go find Ethan. “Noted, baby. Noted.”

#no smut but #might post some tomorrow👀#thank u again bb for sending this in it means a lot❤️#dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson mj #grayson mj blurb #blurb #g blurb

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Love Bites

Title: Love Bites

Fandom: Supernatural and Vampire Diaries Crossover AU

Characters: Dean Winchester x Caroline Forbes

Word Count: ± 2700

Description: Sneaking around makes everything sweeter.

Warnings: Smut; fingering (female receiving), p in v. Vampirism/Biting/Bloodlust. Sneaking around. A bit fluffy towards the end.

Written For: @anyfandomgoesbingo - Square Filled: I’m Worried About The Others. And @becs-bunker #2; Sneaking Around/Forbidden Love

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Caroline released a pleasant moan as the bark of the tree pushed into her back, her eyes fluttering as her body reacted to both the wood scraping into her skin and at how forceful Dean was being with her.

He pushed himself against her, pinning her in place with his hips. His lips collided with hers in a hard, yet sensual kiss, hungry with desire. His large hands began to roam her body, embracing every dip and curve of her voluptuous frame, despite the layer of clothes that still separated them.

“Dean,” Caroline murmured against his lips in warning, her own hands playing at the waistband of his jeans. His skin was hot against her fingertips and she could hear his blood pumping with each excited beat of his heart.

He grunted in response to her voice, his lips leaving her mouth so that he could suckle her neck, taking special care near the sensitive patch just below her ear.

Her eyes rolled at the sensation, another moan of desire escaping her. Her head naturally tilted to the side, her blonde hair cascading over her right shoulder as she offered him a better angle. Her hands slid up his shirt, her touch featherlight as she made her way up and around to his back. She could feel the muscles flexing there beneath his skin and she moaned, her nails dragging down the length of his back.

Dean growled into her throat at the sudden contrast to her touch and pain it had caused, her nails biting into his back. That would definitely leave a mark, but God did that feel good. He took the opportunity to leave a mark of his own, sucking hard into her skin and pulling the blood to the surface until it formed a bright red hickey.

Caroline gasped and moaned while he worked, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip.

Dean pulled away to admire his handiwork, smirking confidently. However, his claim on her neck healed and disappeared almost instantly. His brows rose and he scoffed, impressed.

Determined, Dean resumed his hungry attack, greedily kissing his way down her collar bone and across her chest, nipping at each of her overflowing mounds. His right hand snuck under her shirt, his fingers spanning over her ribcage. The tips of his fingers brushed along the lacy fabric of her bra, taunting and teasing.

“Dean,” Caroline gasped again as Dean groped her ass with his other hand, squeezing one large palmful of her round cheek, the gesture made easy by her short skirt. “We- I- Dean, we shouldn’t.” She muttered, breathless and unconvincing.

“We can’t.” Despite her words, she moved to fight with his belt buckle, her fingers just as eager as Dean’s mouth. “I-I’m worried… about the ot-thers.” She confessed breathlessly, worried about what their friends might think.

A hunter and a vampire? It was unheard of. It wasn’t right or natural. But holy fuck did it feel good. How could something that felt so… amazing, so right, be wrong?

“We should.” He disagreed, pulling at the hem of her floral shirt. She shifted so he could remove it, leaving her in a blushing pink bra and yellow skirt. “We can.” He cupped her breasts through her bra, his fingers instantly finding her nipples.

He rubbed his thumb over the perky nub, enticing another moan from Caroline and he dropped his head to suckle at her cleavage. “Fuck what they think.” He insisted, groaning as he ground his growing bulge into her.

Caroline shuttered against him and the impressive mass behind his tightening zipper, her already weak resolve fading. She returned to her task and began to unfasten his belt, yanking the leather free from the loops in a smooth and impossibly fast motion, showing off her enhanced abilities.

Dean stuttered in his movements, surprised, having forgotten about her speed and strength. An impressed smirk soon replaced his initial shock, “Oh, sweetheart, you’re just full of surprises.” He complimented, his green eyes sparkling with adoration.

Caroline couldn’t hide her smile, her own ocean green eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips against his pulse point, “Baby, you have no idea.” She purred, her breath hot against his ear while her hand rubbed down the front of his jeans.

The sudden contact with his cock, even through the layers of clothing, made him groan. His eyes shut while she rubbed him, his hardening cock reacting eagerly to her delicate touch.

Caroline kissed at his neck, stealing another grunt of pleasure from Dean. Her lips could feel the blood rushing through his veins and she could hear his heart jumping just below the surface, fluttering with every teasing stroke of her hand.

Her own desires began to coil inside of her and her hunger began to rise, building deep and pooling between her legs, hot and needy for Dean. She felt the familiar pang of her fangs growing as the blood rushed into her eyes, the veins growing dark and rising below the skin.

The points of her fangs brushed against his neck, the teeth extra sensitive with hunger. The pair of them shuttered against each other, every nerve and fiber of their being reactive and eager. She continued to work at his fly, unbuttoning the jeans before pulling down the zipper.

His pants dropped to his knees, his length tenting his briefs and straining the thin fabric. “I’m f-full of my own-” His eyes rolled when her fingers coiled around his hard cock. “-s-surprises.” His voice shook with pleasure, his breath hitching in his throat.

Caroline couldn’t help but hum with approval, enjoying the effect she had over him. She arched a perfect blonde brow at him, her expression mischievous. “Well what are you waiting for, Winchester?”

She pressed her lips against the hollow of his ear, nibbling playfully, her breath heavy. “Show me just what a hunter is capable of.” She tugged at the waistband of his briefs, his impressive cock springing free. She sucked in a breath at the sight of it, the heat collecting and soaking her panties.

Dean practically growled at the challenge and he dove forward, his mouth finding hers once again. His hands cupped her face roughly and brushed the blonde hair from her eyes, pulling her into the bruising kiss to deepen it further. He didn’t care about the dangerous fangs or the hungry desire darkening her sea-green eyes while his tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her.

He’d been in the business long enough now to know that not everything was black and white, that not every supernatural creature was, in fact, a monster. Because Caroline was anything but a monster.

The old version of himself wouldn’t have thought twice about stalking her. She was a vampire after all. But Hell changes a man; in more ways than one. Because now? Now he didn’t want to imagine himself anywhere else.

Dean lowered one of his hands, hiking her skirt higher before tucking his hand into the damp lace of her panties. He continued to kiss at her mouth, swallowing her gasp of pleasure while his fingers began to work their magic, sliding his thick middle finger between her slick folds.

He groaned at her warmth, his cock twitching with anticipation. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, gasping, rubbing into her heat. He used the base of his palm to grind against her sex, applying just the right amount of pressure there. He hooked his finger inside of her, pumping at a steady rhythm before he added another, going knuckle deep.

Caroline dropped her head back against the trunk of the tree as he began to pleasure her in ways that only Dean knew how, her eyes rolling as she clung to his broad shoulders for support, her legs already beginning to shake. “Oh god,” She moaned loudly.

“That’s it, baby,” Dean encouraged, picking up his pace and adding another, going deeper and hooking them inside of her. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers and he continued to encourage her towards her release, his thumb rubbing circles into her clit. “Cum for me. Cum in the palm of my hand, Care.”

His green eyes were glued to her beautiful face, watching as she came undone around him. She couldn’t breath, her mouth hung open in a silent moan as her powerful orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. “That’s it.” His upper lip twitched at the sight of her, his eyes heavy with lust. Her walls fluttered around his fingers while he rode her through her orgasm, only slowing when she went limp against him. He retracted his fingers and grinned at her, one side of his mouth pulling up into a cocky smirk.

Caroline sighed and chewed on her bottom lip, undeniably impressed at how quickly he’d drawn that orgasm out of her. She reached out and grabbed his wrist gently, pulling his hand toward her mouth. Slowly, she parted her lips and sucked her slick from each of his fingers, tasting herself. She hummed with satisfaction and Dean groaned as a response, aching for her.

He couldn’t wait any longer. His cock was full and throbbing, begging for her attention. He needed this. He needed her. Removing his hand from her grasp, he reached between them and tore her panties free, his muscles flexing and showing off their strength.

Caroline gasped with surprise before a smile broke across her face, once again, impressed by the hunter. Dean glanced up at her face for a moment, as if silently asking permission before making his next move, only continuing when she nodded. He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her, hooking her legs around his waist. She braced herself with his shoulders, attacking his neck with affectionate kisses.

Dean lined himself up with her entrance, gently probing her with his tip before inching himself in. He groaned into the crook of her neck, her heat overwhelming as he walls clenched tightly around him. He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust to the size of him before he began at a steady pace.

He rocked himself inside of her, pumping deeper with each powerful thrust of his hips. His breath came out heavy and strained as he struggled to regain control of himself; she just felt so fucking good, so tight and warm around his cock. It was almost unbearable, suffocating even.

Caroline could feel herself reeling again, her body still tingling from her previous high. The coil began to retighten itself, twisting and building, waiting for Dean to spring it free for the second time that evening. She kissed and nipped at his neck, her tongue dancing along the surface of his skin, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Her eyes shifted again, growing dark with hunger as her fangs made an appearance.

“Fuck, Care,” Dean panted between powerful, yet frantic thrusts, chasing his own release. It wouldn’t be long now, fuck, he was so close. Not yet. Distracting himself, he folded down one of the thin cups of her bra, spilling out her naked breast. Reveling in the gorgeous flesh, his mouth watered. Taking the perky nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, groaning.

“Dean.” Caroline murmured into his neck, withering against him, moments away from falling apart once again. “Don’t stop,” She begged, breathless, her walls fluttering around his cock. He increased his frantic pace, thrusting himself as deeply as their bodies would allow.

“I’m so close, Care.” He warned with a grunt, his release building and growing stronger. His legs shook, trying to hold off as long as possible.

“Dean, don’t stop.” Caroline whimpered as a response, so near her own undoing. His heart was pounding so loudly in her ears now and his scent was stronger than ever, only growing stronger by the second; her primal desires took over, unable to resist. She sank her teeth into his neck, needing to taste him while she came. His blood rushed into her mouth, hot and sweet as it hit the back of her throat.

Dean groaned at the sharp pain in his neck, faltering briefly before the pain quickly subsided. She drank him in, pulling his blood into her throat with deep mouthfuls. The sensation was surprisingly soothing and sensual; quite unlike the other bites he’s endured in the past. “Fuck,” Dean moaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he plowed into her. She didn’t seem to notice.

The bite was enough to send them both crashing over the edge, the pleasure like nothing they’ve ever experienced before. Dean’s thrusts slowed as he buried himself deeply inside of her, his muscles tensing as he released himself, spilling his seed into her fluttering core.

Caroline suckled at his neck, licking up the trickle of blood that streamed out of the wound before planting an affectionate kiss near the puncture. She lowered herself to the ground, unwrapping her legs from around Dean’s waist. He kept his hands at her hips, offering to steady her in case her legs decided to give out.

They stood there for an immeasurable amount of time, panting, lost in their own little world in the woods. They stared into each other's green eyes, trying to catch their breath as the sunlight broke through the leaves. Caroline swore she could count each and every one of the freckles that speckles his nose and cheeks. She smiled at him, her dimples creasing her cheeks, satisfied.

Dean was the first to move, lifting his right hand to her face. He touched her jawline sweetly with his knuckles and used his thumb to brush a stripe of blood from her bottom lip. He’d never seen anyone quite as beautiful as Caroline Forbes.

Unexpectedly, a blush creeped into Caroline’s cheeks, feeling suddenly embarrassed under the hunters intense gaze, self conscious because of her stunt. But, for a vampire, hunger and lust were practically one in the same. She ducked her head a bit, letting her hair fall in front of her face, trying to hide her blush.

“Hey now,” He quickly corrected her posture, tilting her head so that she’d look at him. It didn’t take him long to decipher the look in her eyes and he smiled fondly. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He encouraged, his voice soft.

A smirk played on his lips then and he scoffed, teasing, “I mean, a little warning would have been nice,” He smirked, before adding, “But hey, I’m not gonna lie, I’ve always had sort of a kink for biters, anyway,” He chuckled with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood and make her feel better.

Taking notice of the smile that curled the corners of Caroline’s mouth and the subtle roll of her eyes, he knew he’d succeeded. Stepping away, he moved to pull his pants back up, wincing ever so slightly at the pain the movement had caused his neck, blood streaming from the wound.

However slight, it was enough for Caroline to notice. “Here, let me.” She insisted, her eyes going dark and her fangs appearing as she brought her wrist to her mouth, but Dean was quick to stop her, grabbing her arm gently, but firmly.

“No thanks.” He assured, his expression stern, though appreciated the offer nevertheless. “I prefer the old fashioned way.” She nodded in understanding and he removed his hand from her arm, then proceeded to fasten his pants, securing them around his waist.

He knelt down to retrieve his belt and her shirt from the leaves not too far from where they stood, handing the garment over when he rose back up in front of her. “Thanks,” She accepted the offer, readjusting her own clothes and pulling her shirt back on over her head. “We should probably head back before the others start asking questions.” She realized with a heavy sigh, raking a set of fingers through her messy hair.

“Let them ask.” Dean shrugged out of his button up and used it as a cloth, cleaning up his neck and stifling the steady bleeding, leaving him in only a grey t-shirt. He honestly couldn’t care less about what the others thought.

When Caroline was ready, he walked with her through the trees, his hand on the small of her back. He smiled contently and curled his fingers around her hip to tug her into his side, planting a kiss on the top of head. “I don’t care what they think, sweetheart.” He assured and then swatted her ass, smirking as they emerged through the tree line.

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first 20 lines meme

i got tagged by @coldshrugs tysm azia! tagging: @trvelyans, @zarneki, @rosykims, @forestcreatures, @starrypawz, @heartbrreak, @bitchesofostwick, @juniper-tree, @wayhavn, @pearlsandsteel, and whomever else go for it !

The challenge is to list the first lines of your 20 latest fanfics. these’ll include wips too lol there’s some vague nsft stuff below the cut--nothing truly explicit in these though

1. prompt fill wip:

Rubble digging into Pollux’s shoulder blades, a heavy dead weight across his back pressing down on him. He winces, gritting his teeth and there’s just shallow breaths, ribs pressing painfully into the ground.

2. pollux finding out fic:

Mason curses as he breaks yet another cigarette and he tosses it into the trash, yanking out the old worn packaging for another one. Hands shaking, he takes a deep breath to steady himself and it works this time.

3. more shoe string french fry biting fic:

Pollux fishes another fry out from the little package of shoe strings, chewing slowly before he speaks: “You remember when I bit you?”

Ortega groans, shoulders hunching and the hood of the car once again protests under their weight. “You’ve bitten me no less than three times, Lux.” He reminds him and Pollux chews another couple of fries and swallows.

4. bathtub fic:

Pollux sinks lower into the water and for the first time in a long while, it’s quiet.

The faucet still drips, ripples spreading out until they hit his knees and he too lets them sink beneath the water--distorted and unclear.

5. the five feet apart because they’re not (gay)

Five feet.

A foot between him and the desk, another two and a half feet of desk, and then Grayson a foot and a half away. Might as well be miles and Pollux sniffs (again) picking at his thumbnail (again).

Five minutes.

Five minutes they’ve been sitting in silence. Nick is quiet too, but there’s a buzzing of anxiety whirling and twisting on itself that Pollux isn’t sure if it’s his own or just Nick. Probably both, if he’s being honest with himself.

6. nightmare/dropping the cups fic:

it’s too late to still be awake, Ortega thinks. He should be in bed with Pollux, instead he’s picking his way around the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of dinner neither of them bothered to deal with once they were done.

7. phone go brr fic:

it’s far too early when the distant sound of the factory standard phone chime beeps over and over again, drawing him out of sleep. The sun hasn’t even come up, Pollux squinting his eyes open to stare at the blue hour haze coming through the thin curtains.

8. pollux shaving his head panic attack rip:

4am and he’s stuck sitting on the lid of the toilet, hands shaking uncontrollably with what he knows is yet another panic attack, his upper back and diaphragm aching from the frantic breaths. It’s all muted under the sound of clippers, the buzz and the strain as he combs the blades through his curls, watching ringlet after ringlet fall to the white tiles. They’re cold beneath his bare toes and and oh god he can *feel* it—

Why do they have to be white tiles?

Cool air on the back of an open shift, shivering at the cold and indignity of it all, laying on his side and staring at the floor, large needle pressing against his lower back deeper, between vertebra and poking into his spine—

9. legit just some pwp

Pushed against the wall and Pollux gasps, Ortega’s lips immediately following to meet his again, open mouths and trying to breathe while kissing is incredibly difficult. Ortega pulls him closer and Pollux has to crane his neck to keep reaching his lips but he doesn’t mind the effort.

Pollux grasp his shirt, pulling on fancy buttons and silk to find skin, fingers running across his stomach, feeling Ortega’s breath catching.

10. don’t stop (color on the walls)

It’s a clear night out tonight, the sky an endless dome stretching miles and miles overhead out into deep inky blackness bespectacled by freckled stars.

Pollux blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth and it drifts up and up until it dissipates and he wonders if any particles of the smoke will reach that impossibly high ceiling. If they’ll touch moon perched on the roof, staring down at him with her grey blue light.

11. thigh kisses thigh kisses pollux kissing thighs (nsfw)

Hands on his belt buckle, sliding the belt through the loops and its tossed onto the floor. Pollux’s hands work at the button and zipper, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed, knees trapping Ortega in close.

12. morning after stuff per usual lol

Pollux grumbles and grunts, hiking his pants up and over slim hips in a smooth motion, adjusting them around his waist once they’re buttoned and zipped up. His hip smarts a touch and he shift his weight from one foot to the other, rolling his ankle. It clicks like always does, his knee the same crackling as always.

13. more pwp bc. couches.

kissing a path down his erratically moving stomach and Pollux bites his trembling lip hard, head cocked at an awkward angle, shoulders pressed against the back cushion of the couch. Ortega’s hands gripping his hips, thumbs pressing into the divots of his hipbones and fuck he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how big Ortega’s hands are, how he holds him so tightly and so assuredly.

14. the twenty questions fic im never going to finish:

“Okay question one.”

“Question one?”

“Well yeah, this is how twenty questions goes.”

Incredulous and obnoxious is how this is going. And the chair is especially uncomfortable, the stupid molded plastic thing.

Charge has refused to meet in his office, saying it was too professional of an environment to get to know someone and Pollux wonders if there’s anything professional about the man. Well, beyond the very nice (and expensive no doubt) dress shirt and slacks, but even then the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

15. a follow up to our reflections

Pain greets him when his eyes open and Pollux clenches his eyes shut once more, the screaming headache cut off suddenly at motions too fast for his battered brain and body. It quiets to a dull roar at the base of neck, spreading down across his shoulders with each breath.

He groans softly, but steady arms and hands find him, pulling him in close. Mason buries his face in his hair and Pollux tucks his face against his chest, hand smoothing out and across Mason’s ribs, feeling him breathe long and deep. Warmth seeping into his hand.

16. a wip i made happy without trying:

“Okay, okay now it’s your turn sweetheart. Worst fuck you’ve had.”

Pollux sighs and sits further back on Mason’s hips he’s straddled, crossing his arms and he fusses with a loose strand on his borrowed shirt. Pity that Mason is left shirtless, but he hasn’t complained yet.

“Okay fine...does it have to actually have been like, dick in...?”

“Nah.”

“Give me a minute then.”

“Wow that many?”

Pollux glances down and gives Mason a wicked glare, but the anger is tempered by the grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Mason grins back, hands running down the slope of Pollux’s back and down the curve of his thigh, fingers tucking against the back of his knees pressed against the mattress. He shivers at the motions, giving Mason a brief glance.

17. hotel california

A haze creeps around the edges of Rabbit’s mind, a steady rise back to consciousness; details escape them, the haze of drowsiness like cotton between their ears and they blink slowly in the dim yellow light. The gibberish hum of a tv turned down low on the edge of their hearing, but they know the sound of the news anywhere--the monotone of a newscaster droning

18. the “i refuse to believe adam doesn’t go down” fic + trans rights

Jamie pulls his head back when he hears Adam’s knees hit the floor, the air cool against his heated skin as he pulls his sweats down with him. Adam leans in, scattering Jamie’s hips with kisses and little marks he knows will leave behind marks. He’ll be covered in them by time they’re done and Jamie’s trembling, biting his lip and staring down at Adam.

19. another i dunno i just wanted a different perspective fic

ringing—ears ringing. sharp pain in his jaw and work out the kinks, make sure nothing is broken. Nothing is broken—he knows the pain of broken bones and this doesn’t feel like it. Nothing crunches as he moves his arms, the world rapidly spinning back into focus.

20. our reflections:

Feet stumbling over each other, Pollux’s shoulder slams into the door and he curses loudly. Pain radiates down his arm and into his ribs, scattering across his shoulder blades and ending at the headache welling across his scalp. Breath catching, pain making his diaphragm stutter but he knows this well. Pause, close his eyes, lean against the door, and take a few deep breaths to ease the tightness.

#tag meme #thank you azia im like a week late but im doing in nonetheless lol #owen writes #god i have so many wips #not counting the thousands of words sitting in other docs #pour one out for the abandoned 5k fic somewhere in my drafts

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