#Belle bottom X jean-clawed

[askdespicablecharacters]

I feel I may have interrupted something.... anything Jean-Clawed would like to add? It's fine if not.

[He took a few minutes to freshen up and put his lobster arm back on]

[m1ssrenee]

Just published a highly romantic short story I just finished writing a few minutes ago about Belle Bottom and Jean-Clawed! I know all you GroovyLobster lovers are really gonna like this one! Go check it out!

[guest2621]

Jean... you're the only one I can trust with how I really feel.

Speedpaint:

I wasn't originally going to draw expressions on them but here yall go anyways

[kevingotabigasschin]

Stronghold has decided to grow out his hair, he was expecting everyone to like the change but he got a much different reaction from the Vicious 6 than he originally intended.

Svengeance didn't recognize him and thought he was an assailant that broke into the lair.

Belle Bottom laughed at him, telling him he looked like a wet dog.

Jean Clawed felt very bad for him.

Wild Knuckles told him he looked like one of those hippies at Woodstock looking to get stoned.

NunChuck thought he was cursed.

Well at least not everyone reacted negatively.

His girlfriend Rhonda loved that he grew out his hair, she found it much easier to play with.

It may be a cursed sight for some of ya'll but I really wanted to see what Stronghold would look like if he grew out his hair.

Since his VA has long hair, I thought it would be cool if he grew out his hair in a similar style to his VA's.

I think it looks kinda nice, Rhonda certainly thinks so too.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Bubblegum

summary: Zed has a bad day and needs an outlet before he goes on a rampage. guess who has to save the town from a possible Zombie attack? yep. it's you or no one.

pairing: Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - canon doesn't exist here. zombies being zombies. biting. this is not your Disney's Zombie.

💌this is a little bday surprise for @therosietoesy 🩷 i'm still working on your request, my dove, fret not. i just wanted to actually gift you something 🥰

bonne fête, ma belle

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Bubblegum

The thing about Zombies, you learned, is that they need to bite. The Z-Bands keep a lot of things in check, basically slow-release sedation to tamp down those violent urges, but if their heartrates rise above a certain level, the technology is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

And Zed's heartrate? Well, in the wake of the Prawn's devastating loss—that he shoulders the blame for—and another infestation of creepy creature that wants to whisk Addison away forever, Zed is on the brink of a total meltdown. To put it mildly.

His sockets are already black as the abyss when he finds you behind the school, snarling and spitting as he tries to ask for help, for an outlet; need you, now. He grabs your wrist as soon as you get to your feet and tugs you against him. Red lips curled back, yellowing teeth bared, the monster inside him clawing its way out faster than you'd ever seen.

You give him a pretty smile, "You wanna take this somewhere private, big guy?"

And, no, he fucking doesn't. Can't. Too consumed by thoughts of beating his fat cock into you until you scream. At this point, he can barely string together a sentence, words reduced to throaty animal noise. You giggle, sweet as sugar, and raise one hand to cradle his jaw and boldly sweep your thumb across his bottom lip.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" You comment, not surprised when he snaps his teeth at your thumb.

Breathing labored, eyes boring into you as you gaze so fondly up at him, "Want," he manages to growl. You don't consider it an attack when he grabs you roughly and pushes you against the wall, brittle nails digging into your flesh as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs. A long pause wherein he just pants against your neck and then, "Please."

Such a courteous beast.

His Z-band is practically wailing, the sound reminding you to cast that neat little spell you've been using since you and Zed started this thing.

You mutter the incantation between stinging kisses before he savagely shoves his tongue in your mouth, fucking it in and out as he tries to taste every tooth and ridge and soft piece of tissue. God, you live for these moments. When he's completely at the mercy of his darker side. The side he tries so hard to smother outside of Zombietown. The side you love.

Not to say you don't love the whole package. It's just that you're more exclusive with the monster than the man. Person Zed isn't as...upfront about what he wants with you. Less demanding, more cautious. Meanwhile, Zombie Zed is a lot more decisive and has sunk his teeth into your neck to claim you more times than you can count. Hence the rubber-skin spell. Keeps your skin intact and the Zombie cooties from spreading.

He finally releases your mouth, biting and kissing a trail from your jaw to your pulse point. He pins you to the wall with his hips as his hands claw under your shirt, fisting into the fabric before, without warning, he tears it open. Needy. Desperate. Fucking hungry for you in his ragelust.

You can feel him through his jeans, huge and growing as the Zombie takes over completely, and your mouth waters. This is going to hurt in the best way. He grinds himself against your pussy; sharp, vicious strokes a threat of what's to come, all the while panting and snarling into your skin as he chews chunks of flesh that don't tear away from your throat.

Witches and Zombies really do make the best match, you think greedily, equally as frenzied as you yank his shirt over his head. Then it's skin on skin, your bra in pieces at his feet; his big, calloused hand groping your tit just this side of painful. He grunts, hips moving harder, faster, blunt teeth grazing the soft underside of your chin.

"Want," He rasps again, long fingers teasing under your skirt and pressing insistently between your pussy lips through your panties. In a brief moment of clarity, Zed leans back, expression pleading, "Baby, let me—fuck, I can't—" And then it's gone, the green mist rushing back in, making his eyes wild and his movements stiff as rigor mortis.

You don't even have the chance to give him permission before his fingers dig under the edge of your panties and plunge into you, corkscrewing deep as he growls in delight at how wet you already are for him.

"Mine," Zed bites into your throat, and you don't disagree, moaning as his fingers snap in and out, drilling your sweet spot. "Only mine."

There's no point echoing his sentiment, Zed so far under that he doesn't actually care to hear your thoughts, just wants to make sure you're aware that you're owned. He removes his fingers long enough to rip a hole in your panties, then to get his fly undone—the button flying, zipper torn—and his jeans pulled down enough to free his dribbling cock.

His free hand clenches a chunk of your hair and he angles your head, presses his brow against yours, demanding, "Tell me." He teases the fat head between your lips, pushes in the barest fraction, and smirks when you keen.

For a second, you have no fucking idea what he's asking until you remember, "I want it, Zee."

"Again."

Louder, "I want it, please, Zee."

Zed leans in, nips your earlobe and breathes, "Good girl...perfect little prey for me..." and then, fuck, he spears inside you, the feeling like being split in two. He has one hand on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, his teeth deep in the join of your shoulder and neck.

Every thrust is brutal, punching sighs and whimpers from your chest. He doesn't care if it hurts. He needs this. Needs you like this. And you lose yourself in it as much as he does, your nails mauling welts across his back. The sensation coaxes him to move faster, harder, both hands on your hips now to guide you on his cock exactly how he wants. Your tits bounce as he fucks you with everything he has, your brain scrambled from the sheer fucking strength he has at his disposal.

"Close," He grunts. He sinks to his knees, keeps your back against the wall, and fucks up into you with abandon. His head thrown back, lips parted, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby, gonna come."

He slams into you a few more times and then roars his release, biting into your neck with the intention of ripping flesh from bone. Zed stays like that, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills an ungodly amount of Zombie seed, so much that some oozes around his cock. He hitches his hips three, four, five more times before going still.

The wailing soundtrack of his Z-band finally stops. You don't actually need that to tell you he's slowly returning to normal. His muscles loosen marginally, his skin warms; popped veins shrink and his skin adopts a less sickly hue. Still grey, just less dead. It takes a minute for him to calm all the way down, and when he does, he removes his teeth from your neck and lifts his head.

You smile at him, gentle, fond, "Hey, big guy. You with me again?"

Zed swallows. Nods. His gaze falls between your joined bodies, and he licks his lips at the sight before glancing back up at you.

"Did I hurt you?" He has to know, his concern palpable.

"No." You promise, "You never actually do."

He doesn't look like he believes you, but he doesn't argue. Not today, anyway. You watch him take in your torn shirt and basically disintegrated panties and bra. With a cringe, he hands you his shirt.

"You know, one day I'm going to bill you for everything you've shredded," You say playfully in an effort to prove you're okay.

It works, "You'd think by now you'd start bringing an extra set of clothes with you." He teases back, smirking. It's the first time that he's acknowledged how he gets when the Zombie takes the wheel, and you almost miss it because you can't get your brain to get your mouth to work fast enough.

"You keep saying 'this is the last time, cutie, I swear'," You parody his voice as you roll your eyes. "So, why would I prep for something that isn't suppose to happen?"

And Zed looks utterly confused—still cockdeep inside you, mind you, hardly softened at all.

"I mean the last time I'll be rough. You know that I've claimed you, like, eight times," He says, again acknowledging for the first time what happens when his inner Zombie comes out.

You're almost stunned at how casual he's suddenly being about everything after months of ashamed side-eye and stilted aftercare.

"I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe." He tacks on, his expression telling you that you should've known.

Gaping at him, "Wait, I thought all of that was heat of the moment stuff?" You blink wide eyes at him, almost falling back on your ass when he dislodges you and helps you to your feet.

"Heat of the mo—You know I'm still me when I'm Zombied Out, right?"

Actually. No. You didn't know that. You assumed up to this point that Person Zed and Zombie Zed were completely separate entities with conflicting views on what they want from you.

Oops.

"So, when you say I'm yours...?" You ask slowly, not quite able to believe that this whole time you've possibly been Zombie married.

Zed scoffs, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his body, his gaze turning dark and heated. "It means your mine, baby girl." And then, "Why the fuck do you think I come to you when I'm having a meltdown?"

"...because I don't scream in terror and run away?"

"You're an idiot." Zed snorts as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

You shrug, "Apparently, I'm your idiot."

In playful retaliation, Zed nibbles your neck, bites and pulls the skin, chuckles, "Definitely mine." Then, dangerously, "but it looks like I gotta make sure you really understand what that means," he murmurs right as his Z-band beeps its first alert.

🫧___________fin.____________

also on AO3!

[theeeveefan]

I recently had this idea by drawing despicable me/minions characters as pokemon. Since you’ve seen the Pokemon teams for the despicable me/minions characters that I created, i thought I should draw the characters as Pokemon.

Anyway I’m showing off the first few characters as Pokemon and that is the vicious 6. As you can tell, Belle bottom is a furfrou, stronghold is a chestnaught, nun-chuck is a clefable, Svengeance is a houndoom, jean-clawed is an infernape(with crawdaunt arm) and wild knuckles is a mightyena.

(For Belle bottom’s furfrou form, I gave her a special cut since furfrou have different styles in the x and y games so this is her own cut.)

I’m currently working on the rest of the characters and I’m planning to redraw scenes but as their pokemon selves.

[magicaltrash]

Illumination's Villain-Con Minion Blast attraction is shooting "dark ride," located at Universal Studios Florida inside Minion Land. Think riding a conveyor belt and shooting at animation on screens as you travel by, earning points.

Officially described as an opportunity to "join Illumination's Minions, Belle Bottom, Jean Clawed and the rest of the Vicious 6 at Villain-Con as you blast your way to supervillain stardom. Use your E-Liminator X blaster and test your skill in this fun, interactive attraction." You can tell this is a modern theme park attraction because the name is actually a paragraph. You just know it's going to be referred to as "Minions shooting thing" or "Villian-Con."

Our focus is the UnMagical portion of the attraction… the trash cans. To Universal's credit, attraction-specific cans exist for this ride, based on the existing circular, open-top design seen throughout their parks. Branding for "Villian-Con" anchors the look - along with a real-world reminder that you are in Universal Studios Florida. Make sure you don't forget that!

// Universal Orlando Resort, Universal Studios Florida, Minion Land, Illumination's Villain-Con Minion Blast, 2023

[Source: LaughingPlace.com. Used by Permission.]

[shadowsandcoffedripss]

... i may have decided to expand my x reader/ headcanons stuff to more fandoms i'm in!

So here's all the characters you can send me requests for!

Minions Rise of Gru Belle Bottom Jean Clawed Svengeance Stronghold Winx Club Kalshara Brafilius

Disney Villains Everyone (yes, every single one)

Total Drama

Scarlett Max Jacques Josee

I don't have many rules, probably the only one is that i don't write nsfw stuff

So if you want to offer me a request go ahead!

[bennys-drawing]

Belle bottom x Jean clawed art

[schemmentisimpasours]

My Love, My Life

Summary: The finale to the original request of @youngjusticeimaginesus​. This will be the end of the Saving Mini Benson Series. Please beware there is a lot of mention of abuse, potential sexual assault, blood, violence, alcohol, weapons, William Lewis. It is a lot.

This also fills a square on @storiesofsvu​‘s fall bingo My Love, My Life. This specifically was requested by my amazing partner. Shout out to Bell for thinking of this mini series for this song. All song lyrics will be BOLDED. And with that let’s jump right into it.

Warnings: Violence, Weapons, Potential Sexual Assault, Blood, Episode Spoilers, William Lewis, Alcohol, If you think it is bad it is probably in here.

Characters: Olivia Benson, Reader, William Lewis, Fin, Cragen, Warner

Relationships: Olivia Benson x Daughter! Reader

Words Count: 1559

Two days later Y/N had moved past the sadness stage of her kidnapping. In fact, she had passed every feeling stage that there was. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was just numb. This could have happen for many reasons. It could have been the fact that she only had been given straight vodka for the entire time. So much that it didn’t even burn going down her throat anymore. Y/N couldn’t even tell if she was drunk anymore or if she just lived in a constant stage of buzzed. However, the numbness also could have come from the fact that the pain was never-ending. She had stopped when she got to 30 cigarette burns that littered both of her arms. There were at least ten on her chest as well. Her body was so weak she couldn’t even lift her head to see if there was any on her legs.

If William Lewis wasn’t burning her skin he was beating her. Her left eye was almost swollen shut it was bruised so badly. She was sure that her arm broke after he pulled her down the fire escape the first day. Her ankle was most likely shattered as well though she hadn’t been allowed to walk on it for days. Then when hearing the way her bones snapped became boring to Lewis he decided to place random pieces of duct tape all over her body. He tore them away and laugh as Y/N convulsed from the shock.

None of it really began to bother her anymore though. It had just become part of her daily routine. Lewis didn’t even get the satisfaction over her begging through the gag anymore. In fact, Y/N barely looked at him at all. She kept her eyes trained at the ceiling all thoughts gone from her head. The more it happened the more upset Lewis became. He wanted to play a game and his toy was no longer playing with him.

Finally, Lewis had enough and pulled Y/N’s chin so that she was looking directly at him, “Oh come on now doll we are just getting started. I have more fun waiting for you.”

He got up from his spot and yanked Y/N’s feet towards the bottom of the bed. Her arms pulled against the handcuffs that were wrapped around the iron bed frame. She let out a tiny grunt as he held her ankles firmly pressing into her bruised skin.

“I think this will be just perfect. We will tie your legs here,” Lewis said nodding to himself, “So doll should we burn your clothes off or cut them?”

When Y/N didn’t answer Lewis instead walked out of the room to find scissors. With the last bit of strength, Y/N had left she pulled against her handcuffs trying to find any way to escape. She didn’t want to die this way. Not before she got to tell her mother she was sorry. She quickly stopped before Lewis entered the bedroom again with a claw-like tool in his hand. He grinned at her before twirling it in his fingers.

“Are you feeling sad? Thinking about someone you will never see again?” He asked slitting the duct tape that bound her feet, “Your beautiful mother? A boyfriend? A girlfriend even? Who is it?”

Y/N turned her head away from the noise as he started to tear through her jeans. It didn’t last long though as Lewis got on top of her and leaned down in her face, “It has to be someone doll. Someone you would do anything for just to see that one last time. Well, trust me doll when I am done with you. No one will want you. I can promise you that.”

Lewis pulled away the duct tape letting Y/N finally respond to him, “Just do it already.”

“Do what doll?”

“Just do it. If you want to rape me or kill me just fucking do it. There is a lot of talk but not a lot of action,” Y/N said spitefully.

“It’s coming.”

“I wonder if you just aren’t man enough to get it up. I think that all you have done is prayed on weak women your entire life and now you are afraid. You are afraid of me.”

Lewis slammed his knife against the dresser and then started to unbuckle his pants, “Oh that is where you are mistaken. I could never be afraid of a pitiful girl like you.”

At that moment Y/N pulled on her handcuffs one final time causing the bar to break away in her hands. She launched herself off the bed and swung at Lewis. One. Two. Three times before he collapsed on the floor. Y/N couldn’t stop herself though. All she saw was red as she continued to kick and hit him with the pole. When he finally laid still for more than a couple of moments Y/N felt like she could finally breathe. She kept the pole in her hand as she moved around the room looking for the burner cell that Lewis had been using. When she found it she moved into the closet locking herself in just in case he woke back up.

She held the phone in her hands and dialed 911. As soon as the operator picked up Y/N spoke as quickly as she could, “My name is Y/N Benson. I was kidnapped by William Lewis. Send help.”

As the last two words slipped from her mouth Y/N dropped the phone to the floor and the world around her went black.

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As soon as the call was received and the location tracked the police rushed to the scene. Olivia was the first one to jump out of the car before it even stopped and started moving towards the house.  

“Olivia, do you really want to go in there? You don’t know what condition she will be in,” Cragen said, grabbing her arm.

“She called the police, which means she is alive. That is good enough for me,” Olivia replied, pulling her arm away, “That is my daughter and she needs me.”

As Olivia rushed into the house all she could think about was the song that she used to sing Y/N when she was little. She would rock Y/N in her arms as she fell asleep. As Y/N’s eyes would flutter close Olivia would repeat the lyrics: My love, my life In the mirror of your eyes. My love, my life I can see it all so clearly.

As the words of ABBA continued to scroll through her head Olivia barged into the house, gun drawn as soon as she made it through the front door. Fin was following closely behind her as they swept room after room. It was the last door in the house that Olivia finally threw open with a crash. She noticed Lewis on the floor and immediately aimed the gun at him. 

“Fin! In here!” Olivia screamed searching the room for her daughter.

“I’ll take care of him. You find Y/N.”

Olivia immediately moved to the closet throwing open the door. She dropped to her knees in front of Y/N’s bruised and battered body. Tears were already beginning to wash down her face as she gently tried to wake her daughter up. Y/N peeled her eyes open slowly slightly jumping at the contact on her skin. When she saw it was her mother however for the first time in days she actually smiled.

“There is my sweet baby girl,” Olivia whispered reaching down to lift Y/N into her arms.

“You found me,” Y/N mumbled, “I am so sorry Mom. I should have never skipped class that day.” Olivia hugged her daughter gently kissing her forehead, “Oh honey you are okay. I should have never been so hard on you. You are an amazing woman and you make me so proud every single day. I love you more than anything in the entire world.”

Y/N buried her head further into her mother’s chest, “You know what I was thinking about after I called 911?”

“What my love?”

“That song you used to sing to me all the time but I could only think of one lyric. You are still my love and my life. I love you mom.”

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A couple of weeks later while waiting for trial without bond inside of prison Lewis hung himself in his cell. He was declared dead and the trial dismissed. Against Olivia’s advice, Y/N persisted that she needed to see the body. So they went down to the morgue and Y/N watched Melinda pull back the sheet covering his pale body. She touched his cold arm and then whispered: I’m glad you are dead you motherfucker. 

That night was the first-night Y/N slept alone in her own bed. Well at least for a couple of hours before her nightmares came back. Olivia could hear her screaming and immediately rushed into her room. She soothed her traumatized daughter and held her close till she drifted off to sleep. That was the only nightmare she had that night. It wasn’t perfect but it was progress and the only thing that mattered to Olivia was that she had her daughter back.

[askdespicablecharacters]

Question for Belle Bottom: ......what's the deal with you and Jean-Clawed? SPILL IT GIRL

He wasn’t supposed to be over there 🤭

[m1ssrenee]

I’m dying to see more fanart of the whole Belle Bottom and Jean-Clawed ship!! 😭 Why is there hardly anything??!

[guest2621]

the edit:

the glitches along the way:

day 1 of me complaining about capcut glitches

[kevingotabigasschin]

Oh no! Looks like the Vicious 6 have gotten a hold of the nyah statue and now all the men have become catgirls!

Once you grab it, you get a tail, cat ears and big furry kitty paws.

You start acting more like a cat, depending on personality, whether playful or devious.

You purr and you meow, you start chasing lasers and jumping on things you shouldn't.

I'm so incredibly sorry.

Rhonda's boyfriend is now a kitty, she doesn't mind tho.

And yes I did the rest of the Vicious 6 boys, for some reason, the statue only affects men.

Svengeance doesn't seem to mind tho.

"Belle stop laughing this isn't funny!"

"Now I can see why they call you Jean Clawed ha ha ha!"

Jean is terrified at the fact that he's part cat now and Belle is finding it humorous as hell.

"I knew it was a bad idea to steal this, but something about it just captivated me."

"Begone within Knuckles devilish creature!"

Knuckles had stolen this statue from a cave and now deeply regrets it since it's mayhem for the Vicious 6 now, however unlike Jean he's unbothered by his new form since he's experienced similar things like this before.

Nun is just dead set on getting Knuckles back to himself.

"I told you you shouldn't have grabbed that thing, now look at us!"

"I'm sorry I bumped it, I didn't want it to fall and break so it would give him a reason to kill us."

"The boss is gonna be so upset when he finds out his henchmen are now cats."

Knuckles' henchmen had a job in protecting the six's new stolen artifact but failed miserably, Knuckles told them not to touch it and now they are going to have to explain to him why they look like they just walked out of a furrycon.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Shush ‘mega

Summary: The reader meets a very intriguing Alpha named Dean and comes to realize he’s her true mate. But her new Alpha thinks she’s being a little too loud and doesn’t want to wake the neighbors...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Ball Gags

Word Count: 1,055

Warnings: mature (language, m/f sex, abo, knotting, ball gags, quiet kink)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“You’re so loud, even for an Omega,” purred Dean. You whined into his neck, kissing over his bonding gland. “Tell me what you need, little Omega.”

“A knot,” you breathed out. His scent was overwhelming. It was pure Alpha, full of musk and pheromones, an instinctual need rising up inside of you from the second you saw him at the bar. You let him take you across the street to his motel room and while a hundred alarm bells went off in your head, there was a calming presence to him that overpowered the rest. Something different you’d not felt around an Alpha before.

“If I knot you, you’re mine Omega,” said Dean, leaving kitten bites along your skin.

“You’re my mate,” you said. You rocked your hips against his, praying to god he got you out of your clothes soon. His hands settled over your waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

“You smell it, huh,” he said. “Me too, Omega. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Then claim me,” you said. You put your hands over the bulge in his jeans and bit your bottom lip. “Please, please, please Alpha. Please knot me.”

“Too dangerous,” he said, capturing your mouth with his. You went lax and he pushed you back on the bed, your hands flying to his back, keeping him as close as humanly possible. You whimpered under him, his nose twitching up. “Don’t care if you smell like that. I can’t mate you, sweetheart. It’s a death sentence for you.”

“No it’s not,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at you, breathing heavy. “Alphas protect their Omegas and you’re my Alpha. If I’m wrong, get up and leave right now.”

“I can’t walk away from my job,” he said.

“Not asking you to, Dean.” He stilled, licking his lips as his eyes turned darker. 

“We’ll have to be apart sometimes,” he said.

“Good. I don’t want an Alpha that thinks he fucking owns me anywhere outside of a bedroom. If he owns me in it it’s because I let him,” you said. Dean sat up and cocked his head at you. “Is that a problem for you?”

“You are my true mate,” he said with a big smile. “Gotta have an Omega that stands up for herself.”

“You gonna knot me now or what?” you said. He smirked and pushed his flannel off his shoulders. You sat up and helped him with his shirt, kissing him gently while you worked on his belt. He tugged down your skirt and grinned, breaking off with a pant.

He ripped your body suit you had on along with your underwear, tossing it right into the garbage.

“You owe me a new one of those,” you said as you took off your bra.

“I’ll buy you as many as you want, sweetheart,” he said. The second his pants were out of the way he was on top of you, two fingers rubbing over your clit. Your hips bucked and you moaned loudly, Dean chuckling to himself. “Fuck you’re loud.”

“Am not,” you said, rolling your hips against his fingers, arching your head back. “You got a quiet kink or something.”

“Yes, I do,” he said. “Horny little Omega like you can’t help herself from moaning like that.”

He teased the tip of his cock against your folds and you groaned, Dean slapping a hand over your mouth. You got louder as his hand muffled some of the sound, Dean teasing you over and over, barely dipping his bare cock inside of you.

“Gonna wake up the whole damn motel,” he said. “Need some help with that?”

You nodded and he grinned, holding up a finger. He left you on bed and you whined, Dean returning quickly with a ball in his hand. He held it up and you swallowed.

“Need my other hand to fuck you real good. If you don’t want it-” he said as you opened your mouth. “Grab my wrist if you want it out.”

“A dom, sweet, kinky, Alpha? I hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I,” you said. He smiled and popped the ball gag into your mouth, securing the strap behind you.

“Wait until I knot you, sweetheart,” he said with a wink. You quickly got used to the feeling of the ball pressed against your tongue and were even grateful when Dean thrust half of his cock inside you. You shouted but it came out muffled, Dean chuckling to himself. “Relax. Plenty more where that came from.”

He thrust half of his cock in and out, thrusting and pumping until you stretched before slamming himself inside, balls deep. You clawed at his back with one hand, the other tugging on his short strands. He grunted and started a deep, fast rhythm, slapping skin the only sound in the room. His knot was growing already and trying to push itself inside. You felt it slip once and then twice inside before tugging back out. Your legs wrapped around his back and pulled him closer, Dean dripping sweat down on top of you. You thrust your hips up as Dean slammed inside, his knot bulging and popping inside of you. You both moaned and suddenly it was tight, tighter than you’d ever felt. Dean thrust again and he wasn’t slipping back out, his knot growing bigger and bigger, both your hips snapping like you were going to explode if you didn’t get your orgasms.

You shouted when the heat in your core finally burst, hot, sticky liquid flooding you, filling you up. Teeth bit into the soft flesh of your neck and you saw nothing but pure white hot pleasure. By the time your eyes were opened again the ball gag was removed and Dean was kissing over your mating mark, soothing away the pain.

“Alpha,” you murmured. Dean smiled and suckled your fresh mark. “Thank you.”

“Always take care of my Omega,” he said. “Promise.”

“Alpha,” you hummed.

“Yes?”

“Knot me again when it goes down?”

“Whatever you want, Omega. Whatever you want.”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

T shirt and panties.

This is for my dear @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo​ who planted this seed with her yummy Hank story this morning. 

Miguel is first and after the ****** is Bishop, same idea but different characters.

Warnings: Hint of the smut to come and just fluff.

WC: 1742

Enjoy x 

The only things that were missing when Miguel walked back through the door was strobe lights and smoke machines. You loved the old house till it burnt down, but you had two requests when you were looking for a new house, a walk-in  wardrobe and blue tooth sound system through the house. Miguel laughed to himself at your request but the real estate came through for you and you were happy and that’s all he could ask for after you lost so much in the fire.

You were known as the first lady of Santo Padre, you were very hands on with the town and very well known, not just as Mrs. Galindo but also as a good charitable person, always willing to help out whenever anyone in the town needed it. You came from humble beginnings and it was just by chance that Miguel crossed your path, but it was the best chance encounter of your life. You were always dressed to the 9’s out of the house. Very well groomed, hair and make up always done and cloths immaculate.

Miguel made his way up the stairs your voice almost as loud as the music pumping through the house. He rounded into the bedroom and found you dancing in the walk-in wardrobe. The Spanish beat and words filled the room and Miguel stopped, looking on with his arms crossed in front of himself and a smirk on his face. As much as he loved you in your fancy cloths, he loved how you were dressed now; One of his old college t shirts, a pair of black lace panties and your hair half up, half down pulled back with a claw clip.

“Mamita, yo sé que tú no te me vas a quitar (¡duro!)

Lo que me gusta es que tú te dejas llevar (¡duro!)

Todos los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (¡duro!)

Mi gata no para de janguear porque”

Miguel bit his bottom lip listening to the words coming out of your mouth loud, at how you sang the words, his eyes sparkling watching as you dent down picking up pairs of shoes from the box in front of you putting them on the shoe rack on the back wall. His eyes scanned down to your hips, at how you moved them to the beat of the music. Shaking them from side to side and dropping down low. How the rest of your body moved like a snake to the beat. The music was too loud for you to hear the growl that rattled through his chest.

“A ella le gusta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)

Cómo le encanta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)

A ella le gusta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)

Cómo le encanta la gasolina

(Dame más gasolina)”

Not taking his eyes off you, he toed off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket and walked into the space, he came up behind you, his hands going to your hips. You let out a giggle as his big warm hands moved down your thighs and back up again. The beat taking over both of you. Miguel pulled you back onto him and you grinded back into him, your clothed ass grinding back into his crotch. One of your hands came up to hook on his neck. You both danced together for the remainder of the song, your hips moving together and your bodies pressed together, his solid chest pressed into your back. Miguel’s lips and beard brushed over your neck. Miguel’s hand ran up the arm to the hand that was on his neck, he grabbed onto it pulling it away from him, taking it into his hand. He rested his other hand on your hip and spun you around.

Miguel winked at you, pulling you into him and dipping you down at the end of the song. You broke into giggles as he lifted you back up, his lips meeting yours as you stood back up on your feet. Miguel’s hand sliding down to latch onto your lace covered flesh, giving it a squeeze and then a slight slap,

“Those hips don’t lie, Amor” Miguel rested his forehead on yours as you both started to sway along to the next song.

“Nor do yours, my love” you peaked his lips.

Miguel gave you a grin that was filled with nothing but sexual desire. He started to back you into the shoe rack till you were pressed into it. Miguel hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and pulled them down as he sunk to his knees. Miguel pushed your legs apart slightly, lent forward and licked a strip straight up your core, your legs trembling at how good it felt,

“You know what else doesn’t lie, my love? The way you scream my name when your about to cum”

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You weren’t living together yet and hadn’t been together for that long, but it had gotten serious quite quickly and you were both happy with how it was going. Bishop had been out for a run for nearly four weeks and you wanted him to come home, just relax and not worry about anything. He telling you previously that he would lock himself away for a couple of days after a run to clear his head and relax. You did a quick grocery shop and picked up a case of his favourite beer, driving over to his house, finding the hidden spare key and letting yourself in.

As soon as the door opened, a damp smell hit you, making you crinkle your nose at the ugly smell. You sat everything on the kitchen table and rushed around the house opening all the windows to let in fresh air. You walked back into the kitchen putting everything away where it needed to go. You went into the bed room stripping the bed and throwing the sheets in the washing machine for a quick wash.

Sweat was dripping off you, you walked into the lounge room turning on the aircon to try and cool down, it made a big bang and the green light turned off. You swore under your breath wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand and ringing a repair man that was going to come out the next day to look at it, you writing a note and putting it on Bishop’s fridge. You couldn’t handle the heat so you kicked your flats off and pulled off your jeans, leaving you in your panties and t shirt, as you continued to move around the house, cleaning and tiding.

It was later in the afternoon, you had vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, did another load of washing that was in the drier, made a pasta bake that was cooking slowly in the oven and had just remade the bed when you laid on top of it just to rest for a moment till the pasta bake was done and you were going to go home and wait for Bishop to come and see you when he was ready.

Your eyes shot open when you heard the front door close and you heard foot steps on the hard wood floor in the hall way, you had been asleep for an hour and you jumped up rushing to the doorway, when you came face to face with Bishop, a big smile on his face,

“Hey sweetheart” his arms came around you pulling you to him, yours around his neck and his lips met yours, his hands running along your lower back “Sorry I was away so long, I missed you” Bishop kissed your shoulder.

“Missed you, so much” you kissed his cheek. You heard the bell on the oven and you pulled away from him walking to the kitchen “Let me get the pasta bake out, I’ll open you a beer and I’ll get out of your hair. I know you like to relax after a run”  

Bishop looked around the house as you walked into the kitchen, after his eyes were glued on your pantie covered ass, till you were out of sight. His eyes went to the living room, clean blankets draped over the couch, floor clean, then he looked in his bedroom at the clean sheets and a basket of clean folded up cloths sitting on the end of it, he then walked into the bathroom looking at how tidy it was and smelling clean, then walking into the kitchen to you pulling out his favourite pasta dish and walked to the fridge opening it and his eyes blew open at how full of food it was and his favourite beer stacked up on the bottom shelf.

You sat the hot tray on the stove, closing the oven and turning it off. You walked to the cupboard reaching up on your tippy toes for a plate when Bishop came up behind you, his hands running up your thighs and moved around, squeezing your cotton covered flesh, kissing the middle of your back,

“How did you know I was coming home today?” Bishop whispered into your ear as you stood back down flat on your feet.

“I didn’t, I thought you were coming back tomorrow. I just didn’t want you to worry about cleaning or food shopping or cooking. I just wanted you to relax once you walked through the door”

You turned to face Bishop and he pressed his body onto yours. His lips kissing along your neck, your hand coming up to rest on the back of his head, the hairs on your body standing on end at the feeling of his beard and warm lips. Bishop wrapped his arms around your middle, lifting you up off the floor and walking you into the bed room, dropping you on the bed. Bishop shrugged off his vest and started to undress himself,

“You know something sweetheart? Your right, I do like to relax after a run. But I like to relax in a different way now” Bishop pushed down his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers “I have you and there is nothing more I want to do then to fuck you into this mattress and then sit with you on the couch, stuff our faces with that amazing pasta, drink beer and watch our show” Bishop moved to settle between your legs that he pushed apart “Sound good to you, baby?”

“Sound amazing”

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