#Bobby has a little praise kink

[kiwiplaetzchen]

bobby! drop your workout routine, please 🥺🙏🏻

Bobby likes to push. With lots of different body parts.

If you follow these exercises step by step, you'll have muscles just as great and graceful as Bobby's in no time!

Bobby will even share his special protein shake recipe with you!

Bobby asked to be portrayed as a graceful centaur as the final result. Bobby is a dreamer. 😌💚

[stellamarielu]

Mirror sex??😫

look at you

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: declan makes you watch in the bathroom mirror as he shows you just how much he loves you

content: nsfw, 18+, here’s the fluff you’ve all been waiting for, followed by some major smut, intimate, body worship, praise, him calling you princess, fingering, penetration, possibly a little bit of breeding kink sprinkled in here [whoops], basically just declan being madly in love with you

author’s note: anon, you deserve jail time because this is the most lethal request i’ve ever received!! mirror sex is SO declan coded i nearly spit out my drink when i saw this. thank you so much for the suggestion holy shit.

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you were taking what felt like the hundredth bobby pin out of your hair and letting it fall around you're shoulders as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

It felt nice to free your hair from the complicated updo it had been trapped in all night. your makeup was the next thing to come off as you reached to turn the sink on, giving it time to run and letting the water get warm.

you were all dolled up from a night of following declan around at a fancy network event. in fact, it was the first time you had joined him for something so public. declan was done feeling like he was hiding your relationship and convinced you to join him tonight, as his date. the two of you spent the evening sharing smitten giggles and innocent touches, and it felt nice not having to tiptoe around anymore.

you held your hand under the running water smiling to yourself at the thoughts swirling around in your head.

"what has you so giddy?" declan's curiosity interupted the silence of the room.

"nothing, just had a good night with you." you answered, looking up at the mirror to see him standing in the doorway.

he was still wearing his slacks but must have been in the middle of undressing seeing as though his white button up was completely undone and barely hanging on to his shoulders. his chest was exposed and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander, exploring the broad expanse of muscle that was covered in a coat of wild black curls.

"not as good as my night with you." he was pushing himself off the doorway as he spoke, a smile hanging on his lips.

"I didn't realize how much I'd like having you on my arm all night- gettin’ to show you off like that.”

in a few steps he was at your back wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace.

"I think I might just have to bring you everywhere with me now."

his voice is muffled as his head fits into the crook of your neck. he places a small kiss to the top of your shoulder and you’re leaning back into the soft sensation of his lips.

"I'd like that." you giggle, half due to his absurd comment and the other half caused by the familiar tickle of facial hair on your skin.

with his arms holding you close and his chin resting on your shoulder, his gaze finds yours, making eye contact with you in the reflection of the mirror.

"I love you."

the words took their time floating from his lips. his gaze was tender and his voice was serious as he spoke.

"I love you too." you keep your eyes on him as you respond.

your heart was fluttering in your chest as you raised your hand to declan's face, pressing it gently to his cheek and smiling sweetly at him through the mirror.

"I hope you know how deeply I care for you."

he was continuing to shower you in kind words. you adored this side of declan– the affectionate side he kept hidden away from everyone except you.

"I want the whole world to know you're mine."

his voice is once again muffled as his lips find their way back to your shoulder.

"you're so beautiful."

he's placing a prolonged kiss to the nape of your neck and his eyes dart up to find yours in the mirror. the sight of him leaning into you, kissing you and looking up at your reflection, is enough to make you go weak in the knees. but it's his words that do you in. with the compliment, your breath catches in your throat- the sound unmistakable. your sudden reaction has declan lightly chuckling, his laugh purring into your skin.

“so so beautiful.”

he lands another gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“your eyes.”

a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“your smile.”

a kiss trailing up to your jaw.

“those lips.”

a kiss on your cheek.

“this body.”

he’s humming as he moves your hair just enough to place a kiss right behind your ear. his hands begin to feel their way up the curve of your waist as he speaks.

“i don’t think you even realize how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.” his whisper is low in your ear.

you're stunned by the electricity flowing through you at his touch; unable to think, unable to speak and unable to move as you keep your eyes trained ahead, watching him intently.

you can’t see his hands anymore, instead you feel them at your back unzipping your dress.

as soon as the zipper meets the end of its track he's assisting the loose material and sliding it right down your body. given the fit of the dress you had opted out of wearing a bra, and judging by the look in his eyes, declan very much approves of your decision.

“look at you.”

his voice was hypnotic in your ear. he sounded so obsessed– so in love.

his lips were at your ear and his eyes were still staring into yours. now that your body was exposed in front of him he couldn’t help but let his stare fall to the reflection of your chest.

“god, just look at you my love.”

his hands are back on your body, running over your abdomen and up to your breasts.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” the words are strained as he holds your body in his hands, hungry to feel every single inch of you.

“i want you to watch yourself while i touch you.”

his breath on your neck was warm and the words on his tongue laced with scalding hot desire.

“i want you to see what i see.”

you watch in the mirror as one his his hands stays at your chest, the other trailing down the front of your body to the hem of your underwear– the last piece of clothing left on you.

“how perfect you are.”

he’s pulling the material down your thighs and you’re helping to kick them off as he seduces you with nothing but his voice.

“how unbelievably sexy you look when you’re coming for me.”

with that you feel his touch between your legs, fingers immediately finding the sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. your stare is glued to your own reflection, eyelids heavy. the sight of declan’s hands on your body has you completely wound up, your body tense in anticipation.

“relax my love, i’ve got you.”

his tone is laced with affection. the look in his eyes is deeper than love or lust, its devotion. he’s completely and utterly devoted to you– committed to you; your body, your soul, your pleasure.

declan is fighting the urge to turn you around and pry your legs open on the bathroom counter and put his mouth on your sweet cunt. he knows your body like the back of his hand. he knows that he could have you coming undone in a matter of seconds with his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling into you, but he refrains. instead he keeps his position behind you, his fingers circling your clit at a gentle pace. he’s losing himself in the expression on your face, already so fucked-out for him. your leaning your head back and your eyes are drooping shut in pleasure, all from the touch of his fingertips.

he’s growling in awe of the way your body reacts to him.

“so pretty for me darlin’. always so pretty.”

the attentive strokes he's paying to your clit cause you to whimper. you're nearly squirming under his touch in need of more.

“that feel good?”

you’re mumbling out an “uh huh” with a nod of your head when you feel a finger seamlessly dipping into your entrance. you can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of your mouth and your eyes instinctively squeeze shut, the sudden fill of his thick digit sending pleasure coursing through your veins.

“open those eyes princess.”

he's admiring the warmth of your cunt- always so ready for him.

“wanna see you watch yourself while i play with you”

his words are absolutely filthy and you know he’s already aching to have you come on his fingers.

he's pushing a second into you, trying his best not to plunge them knuckles deep. he wanted to be gentle and deliberate tonight. he wanted you to feel how much he adored you.

you watched his hand in the mirror. two of his fingers were pressing into you and his palm was rubbing deliciously against your clit with each movement. his hand looked so big as it worked between your legs. you watched the way he filled you. your eyes followed the flex of his wrist, each movement simultaneously adding to the pressure building at your core. you grasped his forearm as the sudden curl of his fingers pushes at the plush warmth of your walls. you can't help the profanities that slip past your lips. remembering declan's directions, you fight to keep your eyes open and watching as he taunts you with pleasure.

you search the mirror for him, needing to find the deep brown of his eyes to tether you back to earth. you catch his stare and feel yourself relax into him. he hasn't taken his eyes off of you, not even for a second. he's drinking in the obscene way you're looking at his hand as it works to bring you closer to release; thinking about what thoughts must be going through your head.

"you like this don't you?"

the haze in your eyes as you look at him has declan's cock pulsing. he needs to see you come for him.

"wanna feel you come princess- wanna watch you."

his voice is a groan and he can't focus on anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing his fingers, pulling him in deeper.

"let me see it baby."

he's losing all control as he fucks his fingers into the same spot over and over again causing your eyelids to flutter.

"I can feel ya. so close for me."

he's using his words to coax the orgasm out of you and it's working. you feel the familiar sensation of your release at it's peak right before it comes crashing down.

"c'mon let me see those pretty eyes while you come."

you're obliging his request as your back arches against his body and you’re seizing under his touch.

"there she is." he's murmuring into your ear as he watches you chase the high of your release.

his fingers are still moving inside of you mercifully, to help lull you back into your body.

you're still coming down when you turn your head to catch his lips with yours. the kiss is raw, the connection between you feeling like a cloud of steam. you're losing your breath in the arousal consuming you, yet you need more.

"I need you." you pull back from the kiss long enough to mutter the words through a breathless whisper.

he's crashing his lips back on yours at the confession.

his hands work to remove his pants while yours find the thin material of his dress shirt, tugging at it- wordlessly begging him to take it off.

then he's completely undressed behind you and you turn your head back to face the mirror. you reach your hand back to trace down his body, the warmth of his skin against yours feeling like a sweet reward.

you're raking your eyes down his naked figure when his arms wrap back around your waist in a gentle gesture of love and contentment.

you stand like that for a second. both of you admiring your reflection; two bodies holding one another in adoration, finding solace in the others arms.

"I love you." this time it's you who says it first.

"I want you." then you’re speaking from a place of greed, trailing your hand lower on his body while the words leave your lips.

he grabs your wrist before your hand can reach for his length.

"I know princess I know." his words sound almost mocking as he guides his cock to meet the slick opening of your slit.

"does my sweet girl wanna watch while I fuck her?"

his dick is throbbing at your entrance but he doesn't push it in yet, he's looking at you in the mirror, waiting for a response to his question.

instead of speaking, you nod your head and bite down on the swollen flesh of your bottom lip.

declan couldn't handle it; seeing you like this for him. it didn't matter that he had you in his bed every single night, he would never be able to get over the sight of you all needy for him. your eyes were clouded, your cheeks were flush from your recent orgasm, your hair was all messy and your cunt was dripping; all for him.

he let himself find refuge in the sweet clench of your walls as he pushed his cock into you. his hands find your hips pulling you back into him to fill you completely.

you take his hold on your hips as a signal to brace the countertop in front of you. your fingertips dig into the granite as you lean forward and push yourself back to meet his thrusts.

what was just a beautiful scene of two people admiring their love in the reflection in front of them was now a display of pure animalistic desire. you were both watching; each other, yourselves, the tight grip of your hands on the counter, the veins in declan's forearms as he gripped your hips, the place where your bodies connected. it was like a predator eyeing their prey, only it was unclear who took on which role. you were feeding off of declan's moans; the confidence of the evening going straight to your head as you continued to bounce back into declan's cock, sheathing it entirely inside of you with every thrust.

he was on another planet, the only thing tying him to reality was his hold on your hips. he was plunging into you at an ungodly pace, going deeper and deeper and watching your face contort in pleasure. both of you were making the most perverse sounds as the aura of pleasure built around you.

"so pretty baby." his voice is close to a whine.

you feel yourself nearing the edge yet again at his words. his voice is so desperate, and you love when he gets like this; when the tough guy facade goes out the window and he's nothing but a whimpering mess. hearing him lose his composure only surges your confidence. you're arching your back and squeezing your cunt around him as declan buries himself even deeper into you.

"god I'm close." he's panting out with each thrust.

"where do you want it baby?"

you recognize what he's asking and you know exactly how to answer.

"I want you to come inside." your voice is a sultry whimper as you bore your eyes deep into the reflection of his.

"please."

the added plea makes a groan escape from deep within declan's throat.

"oh fuck princess."

if he was almost whining earlier, he was definitely whining now.

"gonna fill you up real nice baby."

his voice lowered to a dark whisper as he grabs tight on your hips, pulling you back to meet him in hard, swift movements.

"fuck- gonna make you feel so good." he's groaning and his fingertips are pushing into your skin.

it's the way he's speaking to you and the feeling of his cock hitting that same spot deep inside time after time that has you chanting out declan's name as another wave of satisfaction crashes over your body.

your pussy is gripping and gushing around declan and he's succumbing to his relief alongside you. the hot spurts of his release filling you and causing you both to moan in unison.

his grip on your hips loosens and he’s once again wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you in safety and comfort. you’re leaning fully into him, the intimacy of him still being inside of you causing a delighted smile to form on your lips. you're still looking at each other in the mirror ahead.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to you bein’ mine." he's matching your fulfilled expression with a little smirk of his own and pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

my masterlist

[shawnxstyles]

stupid

DATE: MARCH 27, 2023

summary: as a challenge, you try to get yourself out of handcuffs. eventually, you find yourself unsuccessful, leaving you confined to your bed. when your roommate harry sees your predicament, he can’t help but be a little turned on, especially when he notices that you are too.

song: invisible string- taylor swift

words: 5.8k

warnings: SMUT (f-receiving [fingering, bondage {handcuffs}], m-receiving [masturbation], praise kink, unprotected sex [coming inside], dirty talk), some pining, and language

note: a cheesy ass storyline but it still has me in a chokehold. also, i’m posting this at 3 am :D (sorry if the gif is all weird)

fratrry x college!reader (my favorite pairing 🤭)

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“Oh, fuck me.”

It was stupid—you were so stupid.

Your heart falls in a panic as you thrash around on your bed, trying to break the cuffs surrounding your wrists.

You got caught up in a video. Some stupid video you scrolled to on the internet that explained how to escape handcuffs in an emergency. With a Bobby pin. You watched the full thing out of curiosity and boredom, but then decided to try it.

Because why the hell not, right?

Who the hell has a Bobby pin in an emergency? You didn’t think about this part until after you were stuck.

You rummaged through your messy closet, searching for the cuffs. Luckily, you were a bit of a hoarder and kept mainly everything you bought. One year for Halloween you were a cop (basic, but cute), so of course you had handcuffs when you bought the outfit.

Huh, they’re way nicer than you remember.

Snatching the handcuffs, you sat back on your bed and rewatched the video again. The demonstrator was handcuffed to the leg of a table while the instructor showed the camera and directed the viewers. Once you felt confident enough, you were going to attempt it.

At this moment, you didn’t think twice about how stupid it might be.

You looked around your room for somewhere to practice. You didn’t want to use the table in the small dining room because it was crowded with stuff on it. Plus, you didn’t want your roommate, Harry, to walk through the door and see you doing another stupid thing you found on the internet.

The amount of times he’s caught you doing something strange is ridiculous. To anyone else, it would be embarrassing. But Harry is your best friend, who is able to keep up with your madness, and who you might maybe have a crush on. Okay fine, it was a big, fat, stupid crush.

90% of the time your internet attempts were some type of trick that ends in something breaking.

But this—this has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever attempted.

Your eyes circled around the entire room before you landed on your bedpost.

Stable. Unmoving. Bingo.

Reaching up and turning your head, you locked one of the cuffs to your wrist. Then you grab the small pin in the other hand. You loop the chain around the pole and cuff that hand. Facing the locked cuffs, you cramp your hand in a certain way that allows you to ram the pin into the lock hole. You twist it easily and free yourself from the cuffs.

You smirk to yourself at how easy it was. You decide to do it another time. And then another. You got confident with the movements, so you switched the pin to your non-dominant hand. It was slightly trickier, but you were still able to release yourself.

Knowing yourself, you wouldn’t stop until the challenge became a real challenge. So you decided to make it a little harder.

You made sure your body was facing forward, away from the post, before looping the chain around the wooden pole. You clicked the cuff on your left wrist, locking you to the post.

Now, you would try to unlock the cuffs blindly.

With the pin in your dominant hand, you try to maneuver it so it can reach the lock opening. You feel around with your fingers as much as they allow, trying to picture where the hole is. Thinking you felt it, you confidently jam the pin into it before twisting it.

However, your confidence failed you because you were too cocky. The pin slides through one of the chain links that you mistook for the lock hole and slips from your fingers. You let out a small gasp as it does, realizing what position you’ve gotten yourself into this time.

“Oh, fuck me.”

It was stupid—you were so stupid.

Your heart falls in a panic as you thrash around on your bed, trying to break the cuffs surrounding your wrists. Your eyes dodge around the room, trying to think of a solution. You notice the key to the cuffs lying tantalizingly on the bed. It was way too close for you to reach it with your foot, and you obviously couldn’t bend your head down to grab it.

There was only one thing you would do; wait for Harry to come home.

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Harry presses a button on the treadmill, slowing down the conveyor belt beneath him. He huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath. Even though he feels like he’s killing himself at the gym sometimes, he can’t help but love the feeling afterwards. That post-workout sensation that motivates him to get up and walk in the gym the next day. It was addicting to say the least.

As he steps off the treadmill, his phone begins to buzz. He looks down at the contact, feeling his heart buzz similarly at the name. He slips his finger across the glass, answering your FaceTime call.

“What’s up?” Harry answers the phone, holding it up so you could see his sweaty face while he stares at your ceiling. He packs up his bag and heads towards the locker rooms.

“I need help,” You shout, loudly enough so Harry could hear you from the phone, which was at the end of the bed. You had finally used some cells in your brain to use Siri to FaceTime him. Harry scrunches his eyebrows and stands stucksill in the middle of the locker room. Without hesitation, he starts to head for the exit of the building, thinking you’re in some type of life-threatening emergency.

“What? Are you okay?” Harry speaks anxiously as he reaches his car and turns the engine on.

“I’m fine! I’m fine! I just need you to…help me out,” You reassure hastingly with a grunt, continuing to thrash around as if that’s going to work.

It hasn’t for the past half hour.

Harry’s heart calms down a few beats, since your life clearly isn’t threatened. He hears the clanging of the metal to the wood.

“What’s that noise?” He questions, scrunching his nose.

“It’s, um, me,” You squeak vaguely. It was so embarrassing that the words couldn’t even leave your mouth without a cringe rolling through your body.

In a flashing moment, the pieces finally clicked in Harry’s head.

“You did another challenge again, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, too stubborn to admit that he was right and that you were stupid. He knew you well enough to know that your silence meant he was right, so he scoffed and groaned before hanging up the phone.

After parking in his usual spot, he grabs his gym bag and heads for your shared apartment. He trudges up the stairs, his legs brutally sore after today. Harry fumbles with the keys until he unlocks the door. When he walks in, he instantly hears you shouting his name in relief.

“Harry! Oh my god!” Harry knew it was wrong to be thinking the way he was thinking, but he couldn’t help it.

He imagined those words as moans spewing from your mouth as you lie underneath him. He envisioned fucking you deep and slow so you’d feel every inch of him. If he lingered on the idea long enough, he could imagine the depth of your cunt as he sinks into it, all wet and snug around his cock. Your hands would pull on his hair as he said the most sinful things to you. Some nights he had to conjure this type of fantasy to relieve himself, and he felt selfish every time.

He couldn’t believe that he was turned on simply from your voice.

God, he wanted you so bad.

Throwing his gym bag on the messy table, he heads for your room and discards his thoughts. The door is wide open, and before he even gets inside, he’s facing your predicament.

Your arms are raised above your head while your wrists remain trapped in metal confinements. Your body was slumped, probably tired from trying to escape. Your chest rises up and down in frustration. He could sense the irritation radiating off of you. It was laughable. Very, very laughable.

But his mind wandered back to his thoughts from a few minutes ago when he imagined pounding into you. Now, in his new fantasy, you were cuffed to your bed. Just like you are now, you wouldn’t be able to have your hands in his hair, but he’d lower his head in between your legs this time. The thought—the sight— of you in those cuffs was about to send him in a spiral.

He was half hard.

“Fuck me,” He muttered, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply.

“Are you going to help me or just stand there and watch my misery?”

“I don’t know, I kind of like it,” Harry teased, being honest, but not in the way you probably thought.

You weren’t the type for one-night stands. But when he saw you bring home the person you were dating (at the time), some deep, unwanted feeling burned in his stomach. Harry eventually labeled the feeling as hatred; he hated everyone you brought home, no matter how nice they were in the morning aftermath. You and Harry got too close, too friendly for anything like that to be allowed.

So, he would invite girls over because he realized he couldn’t have you. And eventually that created a cycle he couldn’t break because, again, he couldn’t have you. He couldn’t break it without you. No amount of girls or any other girls made him feel the way you made him feel.

He thought whatever he was feeling for you made him weak, but it really made him stronger, better.

Now, he stood a few feet from your bed, arms crossed in amusement. He hopes that if he joked enough you wouldn’t notice the bulge growing in his gym shorts.

You felt a rush of heat creep up your neck at his words. Although he can be sweet and soft, Harry was as much of a frat boy as the rest of them. He talked women up and brought them back to his room with his panty-melting smirk. You couldn’t help but envy them every time you heard the noises they made, knowing that Harry was the one causing them. Your stupid crush and hormonal body made his words sound like some sexual innuendo, but you knew Harry wouldn’t truly have any intentions behind it.

So what if he makes flirty, teasing comments that make your stomach drop and your heart race a million miles an hour? They weren’t intentional and he does it with everyone.

“Like it? Kinky shit,” You mumbled to yourself as your neck burns up, but of course Harry wasn’t going to let that slide. He was going to have a little fun with it.

“What did you say?” Harry leaned towards you with his ear, now wandering closer to your bed. You glared at him in irritation.

“Nothing. Just open the cuffs!” You said, ignoring him without making eye contact.

“No, I don’t think I will. This is quite fun actually,” He crosses his arms and smugly smiles, teetering on his feet. He should have left by now to take care of his erection that’s pulsing in his shorts, but he’s having too much fun. This is truly one of the stupidest things you’ve done. You roll your eyes as you wriggle your wrists pathetically, attempting a lost cause. Harry laughs, clearly enjoying your misery.

“Do you get off on this or something?”

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs. You don’t know why, but your heart skipped a beat and your neck continued to be aflame. The slight thought that Harry might be attracted to you, even if it was you at your mercy, caught you off guard. Slightly. “You have to admit it’s a little arousing.”

Your heart rate increases as he steps closer to you, eyes doe-y and wide as you take in the view. Every comeback or quick wit washes away from you.

“Is it?” He asks.

“Is it what?” You try to focus on the conversation, but it’s hard when his post-workout body is standing only inches away from you. In any other scenario, you would have pushed him away or brushed off his comment. But you can’t run away this time. Instead of looking at him, you stare at some spot on the floor.

“Is it arousing for you? To be all helpless and needy?” His voice is taunting. His words caused your cunt to instinctively clench, making your thighs do the same. His eyesight peered at your legs for a moment, hopefully not noticing the action.

“No,” You lied straight through your teeth. Your hands turned into fists as you dug your nails into your palms, trying to keep it together.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes,” No.

“I don’t like liars, Y/N,” Harry raises his eyebrows in a hurtful way and then slowly starts backing away. You shake your head in confusion as he heads for the door. “Now, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be back.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do not leave me here!” You shout as you squirm for the millionth time. But he leaves and walks out of the room. He purposefully leaves the door open and heads down the hall into your shared bathroom.

Harry had a plan. If you weren’t willingly going to tell him you were aroused, which it was very obvious that you are, he would tease you. It was his greatest strength.

After turning on the shower and stripping from his clothes, he purposefully leaves his door open too, so you can hear everything. Once he gets in, he doesn’t hesitate to take his aching erection in his palm. He strokes his length as his body gets lathered in water.

Pictures of you with the cuffs appear in his head; helpless, needy, and vulnerable, just like he said. Based on your reactions, he could tell you were turned on by something and Harry was sure to crack you. He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now, all he has to do is not fuck up.

He imagines you squirming underneath him as he rubs your clit, desperate for relief and freedom from the confinements.

“Harry!” You called out, but it was hopeless. You could hear him in the shower, taunting you. Your mind went straight to the image of his naked body and pictured it above you. You’ve never even seen him fully naked, but just the thought of it aroused you even more.

His strokes became faster as you shouted, rubbing his thumb over his leaking slit. In his mind, he translated them as moans of his name, which motivated him to pump brisker.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He groaned loud, for once hoping you heard him.

His balls tighten as another fantasy explores his mind: you on your knees, cuffs behind your back, as you suck his cock. Your eyes peering up at him innocently with tears brimming your ducts would send him into a lustful frenzy. He moaned noisily, his sounds bouncing off the tiled walls and down the hall.

You could hear everything. Including the way his name groggily fell from his lips in that sultry voice you only heard in dreams. Your panties dampened with each loud groan, forcing you to bend your knees toward your chest and rub them together to stop the nearly painful ache.

It was so unfair.

“I’m gonna come, angel,” He nearly whined as his palm slammed on the shower wall, fist pumping fiercely to reach his orgasm. The name slipped from his mouth, but it fit you perfectly.

A small whimper elicited from your lips at his noises, your legs crossing together in agony. You controlled yourself to not roll your hips in the air, because that was rock-bottom level pathetic, no matter how badly you needed him. This was torture.

His knees nearly buckled when his orgasm hit him hard, his balls squeezing and shaft twitching. Spurts of his release paint the walls that are soon washed away by the water as he calms himself down. With breathy sounds and dazed movements, he completes the rest of his shower before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist.

He barely wastes time drying off before waltzing back into your room. Staring at your helpless figure caused a familiar ache in his cock, even though he just had an orgasm. He was insatiable when it came to you apparently.

Your eyes shot daggers at Harry, freshly showered and smelling like some woodsy soap that only reminded you of him. A white towel hung low around his waist and water droplets stuck to his body like he was straight out of a rom-com film. The burning in your lower belly and the pulsing between your legs never ceased. Your chest was rising quicker than it should have for being chained to the bed.

“Something you want to say?” Harry taunted with that smug smirk plastered on his face, slowly padding towards your bed.

His eyes pierced into yours, trying to force you into admitting. He sat on the edge of your bed beside your bare legs with the towel daring to slip off. Your head told you to not fall for his longing gaze while your body begged you to submit.

Your logic could only take you so far with the overpowerment of your body.

“No,” You replied with clenched teeth.

“No?”

He brought his hand to smooth over your shins, firing bolts of electricity straight to your clit. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs again to dull the ache, and you hated yourself for how obvious your arousal was. Harry slightly tilted his head condescendingly innocent, waiting for your response. But you tightly bit your bottom lip, refusing to say another word. You didn’t trust your next breath because if he kept touching you, you’d moan from just his hands on your knees.

“Hypothetically,” You didn’t like where this was going. It was scary, out-of-the-friend-zone territory. “If I were to check, you’re saying you wouldn’t be wet at all?”

You bit on your tongue. Hard. Harry shouldn’t be allowed to say the word “wet” in his deep, post-orgasm voice. When he touches you, you shouldn’t cave so easily.

Why did you have to like him? Your best friend and your roommate? That’s setting yourself up for failure.

Being the stubborn person that you are, you still continued to play snarky, even if you were soaking so much in your panties that you might be leaking through your shorts. “Not a single drop.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I jus’ took a look, right? I know you jus’ love being right,” His hands rub along your legs until they’re on your knees and lower thighs.

He’s not wrong, and you hate that. Why does he have to make everything so difficult? He could simply just unlock the cuffs and go back into his room like nothing happened. So why is he making such a big deal about it? Unless he…no way.

“Go right ahead,” You tried to sound confident, but you squeaked, heart beating rapidly. Did he want this as much as you?

A sly smirk creeps onto his lips as his palms snake higher up your legs until they’re at the hem of your shorts. Your breath hitches in your throat, too afraid to make any noise because it might betray you. How does one act unaffected when they are very much affected?

“Gonna take these off now,” He narrates, and then slowly slides off your shorts. You didn’t breathe, just watched it happen. Your heart was running a marathon in your chest, and you thought you might go into cardiac arrest. With your shorts now on the floor, your legs remain closed. You know that the second you open them you will be proven wrong.

Harry’s fingers sneak in between your thighs and practically pry them open, your right leg hanging off the bed. You gasp at the sudden vulnerability and sharply turn your head in embarrassment. You can feel his smirk and piercing eyes burn into your skin screaming “told you so” while he tsks, but he doesn’t openly say it. He caresses your upper thighs, so close to your panty line.

“Aw,” He says patronizingly when his hands pinch the sensitive skin of your thighs, causing you to subtly roll your hips toward him with a small yelp. “Helpless and needy.”

“Harry,” You tried to sound threatening, but it was breathy and quiet. “We…can’t.”

“Why not?” His reply was instant, almost too fast for you to register. His hand gripped your thigh, making you whimper shyly. You didn’t have a valid reason why you couldn’t.

The worst thing that would happen is that you would fall in love with him and he would leave you in the dust, just like every other one of his hook-ups. You didn’t want to be that to Harry. If you two did this, would everything you guys have built as friends just go to waste? Would you have to move out and find a new place?

“I don’t just want to be another one of your hook-ups. When I have sex, it means something to me,” Why did you always have to make it so difficult? God, you’ve wanted him for the longest time and you’re saying this? He’s just going to run away. He doesn’t want to deal with this shit.

“Y/N, I promise you’re not jus’ another one of those girls. If you knew what I was thinkin’...”

“What are you thinking?” You whispered. His fingers trail up to your panties and tickle the area of your mound. You gasp, as the pad of his thumb presses to your clit. It pulses and throbs beneath him, begging to be touched without the barrier of the thin fabric.

“Want to feel you wrapped ‘round me while I’m deep inside of you,” He informed gravely, eyes concentrated on his own fingers. You whimper again, pushing your hips into his touch. “Want to hear your sweet noises.”

“Oh,” You bite your lip harshly.

“Want to kiss you. Everywhere. Want to wake up and see you next to me. Want to come home to you in my bed, in my clothes.”

“Harry,” This time, his name fell from your lips as a delicate moan, endeared by his words. Your mind becomes hazy from everything; his touch, his voice, his words. You only need one thing now. “Please.”

That’s all he needed. He gradually slips off your panties until they’re joining your shorts on the floor. The air breezes over your drenched cunt, contrasting the burning of your skin. His thumb rubs over your bundle of nerves again, but this time you mewl at the bare contact.

“You’re soaked, angel,” Voice rough and deep, he grunts as his middle finger teases your wet folds. You buck into his hand, desperate for more. Harry’s lips curl into that familiar smirk before he slips his finger inside.

You moan noisily, not trying to remain quiet anymore. You didn’t care. His digit runs deep, nudging your G-spot. The deeper he went, the more your folds could feel his icy cold ring. You panted and wheezed embarrassingly when he slipped his ring finger inside. He pumps torturing slowly, making it possible for you to feel every detail of his skin sliding in and out of you. Your eyes roll back while your hips squirm under him. He glides his opposite hand beneath your T-shirt, thumbs caressing the underside of your breast.

“Harry, fuck,” Your stomach burned. Actually, everything burned. Your wrists struggled against the metal. Your muscles coiled tightly, alerting you that you were getting close. You weren’t surprised that he had you on the brink of an orgasm in a matter of a few minutes.

“Am I making you feel good, angel?” Lustful and sensual, Harry began to pump faster, realizing you were close. Your back arched toward him, seeking to be closer. You wanted to be melting into his skin because you were so attached to him.

“So good, H. I’m close,” You mewled as his thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple. He multi-tasked; his index finger and thumb twisted your aching nipple while his other hand curled deliciously inside of you. Your walls squeezed his digits and your legs began to spasm at the overwhelming sensations.

Not a second later, you felt a wave of relief flush over your body. Your heart thumped rapidly against your ribs and your face scrunched in undeniable pleasure. Harry’s movements slowed as he helped you ride out your unforgettable orgasm.

“You’re so pretty when you come, baby,” Harry compliments, still caressing your breast. You wearily smile, heat burning your skin from his words. He raises his fingers up to his own mouth and licks away your release. For some reason, you opened your mouth thinking he was going to put them in yours.

His eyebrows raise and that cocky smirk comes back before he’s laying his damp digits on your tongue. You suck, swirling your tongue erotically as he barely moves them. Your glossy eyes remain locked on his, never looking away.

“Fuck,” He mumbles before yanking them out of your mouth. His cock twitches impatiently under the towel, neglected. “Dirty girl, huh?” It was your turn to smirk now.

“Need to be inside of you,” He removes the towel and you nearly faint right there. Long and thick, his cock was pink and pulsing at the tip. Precum oozed from his slit and you had the urge to put him in your mouth just like his fingers had been. Harry’s eyes looked at you like he was hungry, and if he didn’t have you he would starve.

“H, what the hell,” You wheezed as he spread your legs wider apart and stroked his painful erection with his palm.

“What?” He questions, hissing as he looks at your soaking pussy again. He never wants to forget the sight of you fucking drenched for him. He’s wanted this too long and too much for this to be a simple one-time thing.

He knows that the second he enters you, you are his. No one else’s. He’s going to ruin you for every other man.

“You’re… huge. Where have you been hiding that thing?” Panting, you start to get nervous. Everything becomes so real. This wasn’t a part of your imagination or some fantasy you conjured up. Harry was really in front of you, and he just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.

You force yourself to get out of your head and live in the moment for once.

Harry chuckles hoarsely, and leads his tip towards your entrance. His body hovers over yours, face cradling in your neck. “Fuck, my condoms are in my room–”

“I’m on birth control.”

“I–are y’sure? About this, I mean.”

“I’ve never been more ready,” You smile at him endearingly. If your hands were free, you would have stroked his cheek.

“And I’ve also never been so impatient–” Cutting you off, Harry finally slides into you a couple of inches. You both share a string of groans and moans at the completely bare contact. You were more snug around Harry than he’d imagined—he thought he was going to come on the spot. He’s barely halfway in and you already feel a stretch.

More arousal leaks from you while your walls throb around him. His lips press into the skin of your neck and you inhale that woodsy scent again like flavored oxygen. Like you need it to live. His damp hair tickles your neck while your chest moves rapidly with the beat of your heart. You wish you could lace your hands through it.

“I need you to move, H,” You whisper, so quietly that if he wasn’t so close to you he probably wouldn’t have heard.

Obeying your request, he pulls out almost all the way before sinking back into you. Most of his length is in you as he pumps leisurely. Harry grits his teeth as your walls flutter around him, clutching him like a goddamn vice. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He doesn’t want to ruin this by going too hard. He wants to savor this moment forever. He repeats the action a few times before you get frustratingly impatient.

“Harry, I need more. Please,” Your words of plead cause him to screw his eyes shut.

“I don’t want to hurt you, angel.”

“Big ego you got there,” You roll your eyes as you rock your hips towards his. “Fuck me like you hate me. Please.”

A wavering sigh falls from his lips before he yanks himself completely out of you. You thought for a moment that you scared him off, but then, his cock slams back into you. An echoing moan bounces off the walls of the room while he pounds roughly.

His pace is brutal and concentrated, the head of his dick repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot inside of you. Your pussy clenches him, never wanting to let him go. Harry bucks his hips, ramming into your cunt at a new angle. Out of instinct, you go to move your hands to touch him, but are painfully reminded that you can’t.

“I want to touch you,” You plead, thrashing your wrists within the metal cuffs.

“No,” Grunting, he thrusted impossibly deeper–he practically melted into you.

You groan while he lifts up your left leg to shift it. He moves strategically and briskly, his thrusts never falting. Your eyes spin to the back of your head while the world around you seems to fade away. The only things that existed were you and Harry. But even in this moment, you two felt like you were one. When his lips began littering soft, pinched kisses on your neck, you thought you were going to lose it.

“Oh my God, Harry,” You sighed, hazy in bliss. Every ridge and vein of his cock could be felt through each hearty thrust. His noises varied from deep growls and soft moans, and you swear with just his sounds you teetered closer to your second orgasm.

“So fuckin’ tight, angel,” His breath fanned over your neck that was being covered in his love bites. The noises that fell from your lips were uncontrollable; you didn’t care if your neighbors could hear and you didn’t care if they would send a complaint the next day.

“Kiss me, H,” He didn’t hesitate to listen. After months of waiting, his lips finally collided with yours.

Interlocking, your lips molded together like the perfect experiment. Your chemistry bubbled up and created a flame the color of ecstasy. A firework of emotions burst all around you. He never halts his movements, pumping barbarically in and out while his tongue explores your mouth. To kill you even more, his free hand slips down in between you both and rubs your throbbing clit with a brutal pace.

How does he know how, when, and where to hit?

You become overwhelmed with feeling; everything was so pleasant and blissful, even if the scene was unbelievably dirty, it just aroused you more. Even if it was too much, you somehow couldn’t get enough.

He mumbles profanities as you squeeze his shaft firmly because that familiar wave was so close. Just a few more thrusts…

“Killin’ me every time you do that, baby.”

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” As you spoke, your muscles tightened and your legs wrapped around his torso, forcing him lower inside. He groans as you clenched around him again, orgasm finally releasing from you. Broken moans echo throughout the room as your high causes you to feel floaty. Your heart thumps in euphoria and overwhelming affection. Surrounded in a cloud of rapture, the only thing on your mind was to have him come inside of you.

Luckily, he wasn’t far behind. As he attempts to pull out, about to come, you whine and beg him to stay.

“Want me to come in you, hm? Who knew you were so dirty,” He taunts and you hum in response, simply just feeling him as you ride out your high. “Gonna be the death of me, angel.”

You jerked your hips forward, sensitive and squirmy, as his cock twitches. Before you know it, Harry is coating your walls with his release. Your eyes roll back for the hundredth time tonight, savoring the sensation of his ropes of cum. His heart pounds quickly like a galloping horse, still in denial of everything that just occurred.

Everything felt so surreal, you were positive that Harry had sent you into an oblivion. His strokes become sloppy as he tucks every last drop into your cunt, just like you wanted.

“H…” You don’t even know what to say. You were speechless. Harry literally fucked the words out of you.

“Are you okay?” Was his first question, his first words to you in the aftermath. Your heart swells for some odd reason, even though that is the bare minimum.

“Yes,” Was the only thing you could say in response. In a moment, you came to the realization that the bottom half of your body was naked. Your muscles jittered as you close your legs, covered in wetness.

“Y/N, I…” He wanted to tell you everything. Right now. There was no better moment than right now to tell you everything. Right?

But how does he say it?

You knew Harry was about to say something sentimental or serious. You knew when he was about to say something meaningful that it took him time to find the right words. That was one of the things you found most endearing and adorable about him. His next words were either going to break your heart or make you want to have sex again. Either way, you might cry.

“I feel fuckin’ stupid,” Okay, those were not the meaningful words you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I feel fuckin’ stupid for you. Do y’know how hard it is to live with someone you feel so strongly about? It’s bloody crazy. You drive me insane, Y/N. I’ve waited so long for this thinking that if I had you once it would be enough. But I like you too much for this to be a one-time thing. I need more than this. I need you.”

Your mouth was wide open, shoulders slouching with your arms hanging. You were positive your arms had fallen asleep with the amount of time they’ve been hanging, but your heart was too full to care. That organ in your chest inflated with the admission he spoke. Those words might not have been as heartwarming or movie-like to other people, but to you, there was a strong, heartfelt passion that was real and true. You were surprised he cracked first. You surely thought it would be you.

“Harry, I–”

“If you don’t feel the same, I understand–”

“Goddamnit, Harry! Take these cuffs off of me so I can kiss you, you doof!”

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i thought this was only going to be 2k, so you’re welcome <3

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𝑫𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏

A/N: Hi guys! This idea just like.. came to me. I hope you guys like it! Don't worry, I will make more Sammy fics.. Nobody has asked I just figured its been a minute lol. If you enjoy this story, feel free to follow, comment and reblog <3 All feedback is appreciated! Enjoyyy!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Bimbo!Demon reader (Hear me out-), Demon!Dean, holy water, supernatural stuff, devils trap, cursing, shopping spree, sexual dialogue, groping, thigh grinding, edging/orgasm denial, praise kink, smut.

Summary: After running into the Winchesters, you find yourself in a sticky situation. You didn't expect your soon-to-be shopping spree to get turned into an interrogation. Fortunately, after lots of discussion, you convince the group to let you go. Oh how Dean regrets it.

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She was looking into a diner window, using it as a mirror as she reapplied her lipgloss. She carefully patted her lips with the pad of her middle finger, her lips in a perfect "O" shape.

She heard a faint sound of men laughing and adjusted her eyes to see through the glass, now noticing the two men at the diner. She smiled and rested her finger on her bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. She blinked and her eyes went black, staring down at the two.

It was a fun trick she did when she noticed men staring, scaring them to death, only for nobody to believe them. She noticed them stare at each other, the typical startled expression overwhelming their faces.

She turned on her heel and strutted down the sidewalk, a triumphant smile forming on her face. Her eyes were back to their normal Y/E/C color. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, listening to the urgent footsteps that followed behind her.

Y/N turned and grinned, giving the men a flirty wave. "Hi, boys! Can I help you?" She questioned, finding their expressions amusing. "I don't know, Sweetheart. What the hell was that little show you put on for us?" The shorter one asked, moving cautiously towards her.

"Oh, you mean this?" She blinked again and her eyes turned dark, a cheeky smile returning to her face. She expected their shocked expressions, hell everyone got scared. What she didn't predict was the holy water that burned her face shortly after.

She hissed and stumbled back into an alley, "You're gonna ruin my makeup!" She screamed, her hands covering her face as she stepped back further.

"That's your concern? Your makeup?" The taller man questioned, raising his brows in disbelief. She nodded quickly, flicking the burning water off of her hands. "Get the hell away from me! Who even are you?" She spat at them.

"Oh, baby. We're the Winchesters. Some of the best damn hunters you'll ever meet." Her eyes widened when she felt a blade enter her shoulder, a loud whine echoing off the walls.

She gasped and looked down at her now stained tube top, the blood quickly oozing down into the white fabric. "My shirt-!" She was cut off by a hand covering her mouth, the damp fabric hurting her skin. The holy water dripped down and evaporated off of her chest. Her vision went blurry and before she knew it, she was out.

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When Y/N woke up, her head lulled forward. She went to stand up, but was restricted by ropes to a chair. She shouted out and four men entered the room.

"Who are you?" She mumbled, nodding towards the two new faces. "I'm Castiel, the Winchesters guardian angel. This is Bobby Singer. That is Dean and Sam Winchester." The man in a trench-coat explained.

She rolled her eyes, "Well duh, I know who those two are." She said as she eyed the boys. Dean quickly walked towards her, stopping at the edge of the devils trap she was enclosed in. "See this? You're stuck here until you talk." He explained.

"You're tellin' me this girl is a demon?" Bobby asked, a quick, breathy laugh leaving her before he splashed holy water on her. She hissed and cried out, her fists clenching around the wood seat.

"What the hell! What did I do!" She barked, her face scrunched up as the liquid slowly fell to the floor. Sam stood behind her, Dean now standing outside of the trap directly in front of her. She thought it was odd, but didn't have much time to think about it.

"How did you find us, and who are you?" Sam questioned, his fingers curling around the back of the chair. "Find you? I didn't find you, I ran into you by chance."

Sam opened a flask and poured water down the back of her shirt. She screamed, tears starting to pool in her eyes. "How did you find us?" Castiel repeated from the corner of the room. She glanced up at him, her pupils now shot. "I didn't find you..." She barely whispered.

"Name! What's you're name!" The older Winchester hollered, making her flinch back. She glared at him, the fear in her eyes dissolving. "My names Y/N." She answered gruffly, her brows knitted tight together.

Suddenly, Bobby splashed more water at her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep quiet, but was surprised when she heard a yell. She opened her eyes wearily, noticing the steam rising from Dean's arm.

"You're a demon?" She asked, a nervous edge in her voice. It made sense. He didn't step too close to the circle and he didn't carry holy water on him.

"Pretty much, Sweetheart." He rolled his sleeves up, showing her the mark on his arm. Her eyes widened and she felt a bit uneasy. "So why are you attacking me..? We're like the same thing, right?"

"Not even close. He doesn't murder people." Sam answered, moving from behind her and now next to his brother. "I don't kill people? I guess I mean I hurt peoples feelings but I don't kill them!" She protested in a hurry, noticing the older man grabbing a book and whispering Latin under his breath.

"Stop, please! Listen to me! I don't hurt people!" She started getting overwhelmed, her eyes flickering from black to Y/E/C. She was hyperventilating and she bit down on her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop! I said stop!"

The room went white, the men grunted as they got back up to their feet. They didn't know what she did, but she broke the devils trap along with half of everything else Bobby owned. Once they were to their feet, they all stared at her.

Y/N was on the ground breathing heavily, curled into a ball on the floor. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, reaching her hands out in front of her to steady herself. She moved to sit down on the floor, an anxious expression evident in her features. "Don't hurt me." She pleaded quietly.

Castiel crouched down in front of her and rested a hand on her knee. "Are you okay?" She nodded and sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip, her eyes a bit puffy from crying.

"You guys are mean." She hiccuped, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrist. Sam raised his brows just like before and he nodded, "Wow. Yeah, uh, I think maybe we can believe her."

Bobby nodded and said something under his breath before stepping out of the room. Castiel followed shortly after, but the brothers stayed to chat with her.

They talked for some time, and she explained why she did what she did. Dean slid his his hand down his face, an exasperated expression following in its wake. "Holy shit, you are one dumb demon. You're aware that that can get you killed?" Sam had to hold back a laugh, shaking his head as he looked down at the floor. "I think she gets that now."

"I wanted to go shopping... You guys ruined my day." She huffed and crossed her arms, turning her face away from the boys. "Alright, Sweetheart. How about I drive you to wherever you were staying, you get cleaned up and then we take you to the mall. How does that sound?" He offered, and her eyes lit up.

"Oh my gosh! You would do that!" She stood up quickly and hugged Dean, her arms squeezing tight around his neck. He was stiff at first but eventually hugged her back, his arms gently squeezing around her waist.

Sam cleared his throat and began slowly creeping out of the room. "I'm not going. You two have fun." He stated quickly before leaving completely. Dean patted her back and she pulled away from him, pecking his cheek before strutting happily out of the room.

Jesus Christ, he thought to himself.

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When they arrived at her hotel, Dean was impressed. It was a fancy joint, tall building and nice decor. He insisted he'd wait in the car as she got ready and she agreed. He watched her prance into the hotel, her heels echoing into the car through the half opened window.

After about forty-five minutes, he heard the now familiar clack of her shoes and he turned his head. His jaw dropped. She was wearing a light pink, cropped tank top along with the shortest shorts he's ever seen. The white straps of her thong hung on her hips above her shorts, making her curves more noticeable.

Her heels matched her jewelry, white rhinestones covering the baby pink material. Her ears were decorated with pink and white-gold dangling earrings, small heart shapes above the two hanging pieces.

She slid into the passenger side door, the scent of her perfume flooding his senses. "Hi! Sorry I took so long. I couldn't decide which top I wanted, but I ended up choosing this one. Do you like it?" She asked as she moved to face him completely. Her shorts rode up the tops of her thighs impossibly higher.

Dean groaned and threw his head back into the headrest, shutting his eyes tight. "What? Do you not like it?" She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out.

"You look fucking fantastic, Sweetheart. Now let's go." He said, not daring to look at her again. She grabbed her phone from her purse and began texting away, quiet giggles erupting from her randomly.

He glanced over, his eyes skimming over her. "What's so funny?" He asked and her smile only grew. "You're gonna pay for the shopping trip, right?"

He closed his eyes and exhaled, reaching his hand over to pat her leg. "Sure thing, Princess." He muttered and she squealed in excitement. She moved her hand to cover his on her thigh, squeezing it in appreciation. "Thank you, Dean!"

"Sure thing." He kept his hand there, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the side of the soft flesh. She toyed with his fingers, pushing back his cuticles and studying his nails. "You could use a manicure." She suggested and he gave her a firm slap on the thigh before pulling his hand away.

"Keep dreamin', Sweetheart." She pouted and dragged his hand back to hers, interlacing her fingers with him. "Be nice to me!" She ordered and he scoffed. "Talk to me like that again and you'll be bent over Baby."

"Baby?" She questioned, leaning towards him a bit more. He pulled the car into park a little too fast, making her slide forward a bit. "The car, Sweetie. Anyway, we're here."

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They had been in the mall for hours, bags weighing down Dean's arms. He had at least a dozen bags on each side. The only thing she was holding was a large slushey.

Once she had finally decided she had enough, she dragged him into the car and ranted about how excited she was to give him a fashion show.

"Are you serious? I just followed your ass around that whole damn building and you expect me to watch you try all that shit on?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Sweetheart, there are like twenty bags back there. I'm not doin' it."

She frowned and glanced up at him, her bottom lip slightly pulling downwards. "Please..." He looked over at her and cursed under his breath. "Fine. Stop looking at me like that."

She giggled and leaned closer, her hands resting on his thigh. "Like what, Dean?" She batted her eyelashes, her fingers gently digging into his leg. He bit his lip and grasped her hands. He shoved her back and she giggled.

When they arrived at her hotel she led him to her room and she took a handful of the bags from him, heading into the bathroom to change. He watched her twirl around in various different dresses, outfits and- Holy fuck.

Lingerie.

She did her little strut through the hotel room, showing him all the different angles of her outfits. He tried hiding the raging boner growing in his pants, but the denim betrayed him.

She smiled when she noticed it, raising a brow. "Oh, Dean." She giggled and slowly walked towards him, the black lace cupping her breasts and pushing them up.

She leaned down and rested her hands on the bed next to him, moving to crawl into his lap. He groaned and pulled her closer, his nails imprinting her hips.

He positioned her so she was straddling his thigh. "What are you doin', Sweetheart?" He asked as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I wanna play with you." She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him.

He completed the kiss, slowly beginning to move her body back and forth, grinding her core against his leg. She whimpered into the kiss, his mouth abruptly leaving hers, moving down to trail bite marks down her neck.

She whined and her head fell back, quiet moans leaving her throat. He pushed his thigh up further and pulled her down harder, making her cry out. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she was squeezing his shoulders, so close to release.

He groaned and one of his hands moved up her back, pulling her head backwards by yanking on her hair. She gasped, clenching around nothing as she moved in rhythm with him.

"Are you close, Princess?" He whispered in her ear, nibbling on the pulse point beneath it. She nodded eagerly and he smacked her ass hard. "Words, sweet girl."

"Y-yes, I'm really- really close." She whimpered out, her thighs squeezing tightly around his. "Good girl." He praised, and she gasped, the feeling in her stomach so close to breaking.

Suddenly, he pulled her off of him, setting her down onto the bed next to him. She protested, incoherent rambles spewing out of her mouth. He shoved his thumb into her mouth, shutting her up instantly.

"Awh, Sweetheart. You look so pathetic. Go back into the bathroom and keep the show going." He told her, and she tried to argue. He just clamped her jaw closed and hushed her. "You wanted to do a fashion show, baby. You better finish it, and then maybe I'll let you cum."

She nodded and stood up, his thumb sliding out of her mouth. She stumbled over to the door and closed it behind her. He sighed in satisfaction, leaning back onto the bed.

"Such a good girl."

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A/N: I Hope you guys enjoyed! It was - also - kind of rushed. Let me know if I made any mistakes <3 Please follow and comment if you liked it :) All feedback is so appreciated! Send requests if you have anything you want me to write about <3

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Teacher's Pet

requested?: no pairing(s): teacher!kim mingyu x afab!student!reader genre: smut (literally pure filth), school AU warning(s): implied age gap (read the pairings loves, is mentioned that reader is of age), piv sex, unprotected sex (stay safe ladies and gents), oral (f&m receiving), praise, degradation, size kink, hair pulling, doggy(?), gyu being a thighs man, not proof read, semi-public sex, spanking, lmk if i missed anything:) summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 word count: 2.7k a/n: i promise i will write a fluff for this cutie😭😭 but here you go for now. this is based off of my bot i made of him, so go wild:). make sure you eat and drink something, love yas, mwah -Cilla

you had recently broken up with your boyfriend, or rather, he broke up with you. it was safe to say that you were absolutely heartbroken, and you started failing all your classes. one class in particular, that he would never think you would start failing, was mr kim’s biology class.

he was by far the only teacher that noticed that your grades were dropping, since you had put so much effort into his class. so today, you were yelling at someone in the halls, cussing them out. mr kim needed an excuse to talk to you alone, so he gave you a detention for the same night, which was mandatory that you attend.

so you did.

you made your way there straight after last period, and walked to his classroom. teachers had already begun to leave, and it as practically only the two of you left in the building.

“okay, i’m here, what do you want me to do?” you say in a monotone voice, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“first of all, i want you to treat me with a bit of respect,” he said, rolling up the black sleeves of his dress top. mr kim was wearing a black thin dress shirt with black dress pants, his shirt very loosely tucked in. he was sat at his desk, but slouched back in his office chair, manspreading, but not much. “and i want to know what is up with you, you have been acting very weird lately and have been failing most of your classes."

he sat up, leaning forwards on his desk, clasping his hands together. his rolled up sleeves were complimenting his well sculpted arms. they were thick and muscly, but veiny at the same time. the veins ran down his arms to his hands where they were scattered like little rivers. you swallowed thickly, and nod.

“sorry sir” you whisper, he nods in response before standing up. he moved around his desk and stood in front of you, perching himself on his desk, you moved backwards. gods, he was tall. at least six foot two. he was still tall perching on his desk like this.

“what’s going on with you, miss kang? you have been failing in almost every subject. i’m getting concerned for you” he says as he takes on of your hands and holds it in his. his hands were cold, much unlike his warm personality. they were so cold you just wanted to take them and hold them against yours to warm them up. he snapped his fingers in front of your face, it snapped you out of the trance you were in.

“sorry” you swallow thickly “just, stuff has been going on” you look up at him, into his eyes.

“like, at home stuff, or stuff here? i can try my hardest to help you know” he speaks softly, putting his other hand on top of the hand he was holding.

“no, just me and my boyfriend have broken up recently, and its been hard, y’know? i just miss him a lot mr kim” you say, tears brimming in your eyes.

he gives you a small sympathetic smile before nodding. he, quite obviously, didn’t know what to do.

“call me mingyu” he lets go of your hands, bringing you to his desk and sits you down on his chair “would you like a drink?” he asks politely. he looks down at your thighs as they grow with your new sitting position.

he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing as he did so. he looked nervous, but you couldn’t tell with his, now stoic, expression.

“no thanks” you smiled, spinning on his chair as he pottered around at his desk, you were a few steps away, looking around with a small smile on your face.

“you sure?” he asked, turning to face you. you nodded, and again, he looked down at your thighs.

“is something wrong, sir?” you ask innocently, looking up at him with doe eyes. he looked up at your face, nodding and turning back to his desk, clicking a few things before logging off of the computer.

you could just about see the veins in his hands moving as he did so, making you rub your thighs together to give you some friction for the growing wetness in between your legs. this didn’t go unnoticed by mingyu, though, as he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him.

“something the matter, doll?” he asks with a smirk, you shake your head.

there was something wrong. he was gripping the edges of the table, which was making the muscles in his upper arms bulge and his veins show even more in his hands. you needed them to be gripping something else, your ass, your waist, your thighs, your sweet tits. no! he was your teacher, you couldn’t, besides, you had barely just broken up with your boyfriend, you couldn’t do that now.

even if you were technically of age, you couldn’t have sex with him, let alone him being your teacher. you look up at him again, noticing your eyes had wandered down to his dress pants.

“you sure? because it looks like you’re having a little trouble right now. i saw you rubbing your thighs together doll, don’t try to deny it. you want me to fuck you hard? teach you how to suck my big cock in your tiny mouth huh? suck your pretty clit in my mouth, my tongue spreading around you, filling you up huh? you want that?” he asks, kneeling in front of you. you follow his eyes as he moves, looking down at him now. your face flushed a deep shade of red at his words.

you didn’t want to nod, but you could barely stop yourself before you knew what you were doing. your eyes widened as his smirk widened, realizing what you had just admitted.

“want me to fuck you good? better than he ever could? make you cum hard huh? well if you want it so bad then maybe you should come suck me off first doll” he says, standing you up and flipping you both around so you were on your knees in front of him, his legs spread. there was only one thing, you had never sucked someone off a day in your life, so you didn’t know where or how to start.

“uhm, mingyu?” his eyes darkened as you used his name “sir? i’ve never given someone head before” you say shyly, avoiding eye contact with him. he pulls your chin up to look at him.

“then i guess i’ll have to teach you, doll” he gives you a small sadistic smile, “first you gotta take my pants off, go on doll, you can do that surely?” he asks, guiding your hand to the zipper of his dress pants, guiding you in unzipping it. he moved his hips upwards to allow you to take his pants off fully, before settling himself back down.

his thighs were spread in front of you, showing you his large hardened cock. you stared at it with a panicked expression.

“have you never had sex, doll?” he chuckles.

“no, i have” you protest “you’re just so… big. none of my exes were as big as you” you admit quietly, he pulls your hair to look up at him.

“aw, jagi” he says sweetly “you can take it, i know you can. i believe in you” he says before moving his hand to your mouth, using two of his fingers to pry open your mouth.

he let your tongue swirl his fingers before tutting quietly and taking his fingers out. “such a good girl f’me, hm?” he says before taking your hair in his hands, putting it up into a ponytail.

“you need to open your mouth wide, like this” he mimics opening his mouth wide, you copy his actions “good girl. now you need to take my cock” he lets your hand take his dick “and now put your mouth around it” you do as he says, taking his dick in your mouth and sucking on it gently.

he groans and throws his head back onto the back of his chair, his mouth falling open. you gag as he hits the back of your throat, your nose tickling his happy trail as you take all of him in your mouth, you grasp his thighs as you do so.

“that’s it, atta girl” he groans out, shoving your head further down onto him. you bob your head on his dick, sucking him and gagging every once and a while. “oh yeah, just like that” he groans, enjoying the way your throat contracts around him. you start to feel him twitch in your mouth, his groans getting more frantic. “i’m close doll, you think you can swallow my cum in your tiny little throat? yeah?” you nod on his dick.

not long later, he spills his cum into the back of your throat. you swallow, and he pulls your mouth off of him, pulling you up and opening your mouth with his two fingers, making sure you had swallowed. when he knew you had, he nodded to himself.

“good girl, doll” he husks “i think it’s your turn now, hm?” he asks.

you look up at him with your innocent doe eyes again, curiously, asking what he had meant.

“m’ gonna keep my promise and suck your clit, if you promise to be quiet for me, doll” you nod frantically in response. he chuckles and lifts you up, spinning you around and sitting you down on his office chair.

he pulls down your tights, taking your skirt and panties with them. he smirks upon seeing your soaked panties and then your soaked pussy.

“wow, doll, so wet for me already? who would’ve known I have this much of an effect on you, huh? is this what you’re like in the middle of my lessons when you’re staring at my hands, wishing that they were stuffed inside this pretty little pussy of yours? bet your boyfriend didn’t make you cum as well as i will, was he bad at fingering you huh? just needed me to fill you up?”

he pulls your shirt off, as well as your tie, throwing them somewhere to the ground, but keeping your tie. he manages to unclasp your bra in record timing, throwing it with all of your discarded clothing. he massages one of your tits as he slowly kisses down your body, stopping as he reaches your pussy and looking up at you.

he smiles as he places a small kiss to your clit, making your hips buck towards him, leaving shivers as he did so. he smirked as he dove into your pussy, lapping up all of your juices and flattening his tongue against you, all the while he kept his eyes on you, memorizing all the faces you made as you tried to hold your moans and whimpers in.

he sucked on your clit harshly, making you almost yelp as he did so, but he was quick to cover your mouth. glaring up at you, he continued to suck at your clit and thrust his tongue into your pussy repeatedly. sounds of your pussy and its wetness bounced off of the walls and back to your ears, making you impossibly more turned on.

you felt the familiar knot in your stomach tighten with one particularly harsh kitten lick to your clit.

“m’ gonna cum sir” you almost moan out, but its muffled by his hand, he nods against you, your hands fly to his hair as you got thrown over the edge, feeling nothing but immense pleasure as you came against his mouth.

he tried his hardest to clean up all of you, licking a stripe up your slit when he was done, swallowing you, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. he stood back up, towering over you. he stood you up against him. you felt his hardness against you again.

mingyu pulled you close and kissed you deeply, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue. he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you tugged at his shirt. he unbuttoned it and threw it to the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes, revealing his toned chest and abs. he turned you both around so that you were being held against his desk.

he pulled away from the kiss and spun you around, bending you over his desk. he slapped your ass harshly, one after another.

“you’ve been such a naughty girl, failing my class because of a stupid pathetic little boy like him. how big was his dick doll? mine bigger?” you nod, he pulls your hair “words, you whore, or i’ll force them out of you when i’m fucking you so good you’ll be screaming my name so loud that the whole school, or whose left here, will know how good i’m fucking you, and i know for a fact that your little ex has a detention tonight, so maybe he’ll hear, is that what you want? hm?” he practically growls

“m' sorry sir, won’t happen again, i swear” you whimper.

“good, now, you gonna be a good girl and take all of my cock inside that tiny little pussy of yours, or am i gonna have to punish you?” he says in your ear, letting go of your hair.

“no sir, i’ll be good, I promise”

“good”

he wasted no time in pushing inside of you, your ass on full display for him as he fucked into your tight pussy, you both let out sounds of pleasure as he pushed inside of you. he gave you time to adjust before he started slamming into you without warning. he held your hands behind your back and held them there with his right hand, his hips pistoling into you.

he held you down with all of his might, the only sound was his hips hitting against yours and the sound of your wetness taking him oh so sinfully, but so well.

“fuck- so tight” he groans “he really didn’t fill you up well, did he? have to fake an orgasm as well doll? you won’t have to do that now, you have me, and we won’t stop until your begging me to, okay?”

“yes sir” you moan out sinfully, but to him, it sounded like heaven.

he grabs a fistful of your hair before pulling it back so you were looking forwards, towards the door of the classroom. he never slowed his thrusts as you moaned out that you were about to come, if anything, he spread up, wanting you to cream around his cock.

“gonna have to keep fucking you like this if you want to keep a good grade, jagi” he groans out.

a white ring formed at the base of his dick, his balls slapping against your ass as you came had for the second time that night. you saw white as you came down from your high, ears ringing. you felt nothing but pure bliss as mingyu kept thrusting inside of you, eventually emptying his load inside if you.

not long later, he pulled out and got himself redressed before holding you up and helping you get dressed. he left a kiss on each of your thighs as he pulled your tights back up.

you said your goodbyes, and to were about to leave until you asked him something.

“sir?” you turned back around, he looked up from his desk and smiled at you

“mingyu” he corrected

“right, mingyu. how did you know my ex had a detention today?” you ask with your signature doe eyes

“i gave it to him. i knew you both had broken up, and i was picking out everything he had done until i found a reason to give him it” he smiled innocently, you nod

“what did you make him do?” you ask after a while

“helping miss hwang redecorate her classroom” he smiled.

you couldn’t help but snicker, miss hwang was the most boring teacher in the whole school, everyone knew that. you turned around and were about to leave when:

“so you knew the whole time?” you turn back around “why did you ask me to come then?"

"just wanted to fuck you” he says, placing a hand on your waist “maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“sure, why not?”

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Happy Kink-tober ~~

This years kinktober is 100% compiled of self inserts because I am a spoiled brat and this is my account :)))

I am not sorry for any of these

As always pls read the tags for EVERY SINGLE fic before you read. Don’t accidentally trigger yourself.

Day 1: Steve Harrington

Teasing- Your friends cannot take a hint and Steve doesn't seem to care

Day 2: Suna Rinatarou

Thigh Riding- What kind of jerk invites someone over and then sits on a computer game for 2 hours? Suna, that's who.

Day 3: Shota Aizawa

Oral Fixation- Y/N gets bratty without something in her mouth and Aizawa is tired of hearing her.

Day 4: Jax Teller

Daddy Kink- Y/N knows what that word does to Prince Teller, she just doesn't care

Day 5: Eddie Munson

Corruption- She is the cutest thing he's ever seen and he cannot wait to ruin her.

Day 6: Spencer Reid

Sadomasochism- Angry Dom!Spencer = Unfair punishments

Day 7: Hitoshi Shinsou

Mind control- Hitoshi's quirk is fun, when he can convince his partners to let him do it

Day 8: Johnathan Byers

Brat Taming- Johnathan is a pushover. His submissive is well aware of that. However it takes more than a pout to sway his friend Eddie

Day 9: Izuku Midoriya

Forced Orgasms- Y/N tastes like heaven and Izuku can't control himself

Day 10: Ushijima Wakatoshi

Size Kink- Ushiwaka is a big 'ol boy

Day 11: Sam Winchester

Angry Sex- Sam hates Y/N. Y/N hates Sam. Dean and Bobby think it's hilarious.

Day 12: Billy Hargrove

Costumes- Billy didn't even know Y/N was coming to this party, but he knows they're matching costumes and that her ass looks perfect in those shorts.

Day 13: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) ft. Kirishima

Teaching- Kirishima has some questions for his mentor and Fatgum is happy to help.

Day 14: Katsuki Bakugo

Phone Sex- Katsuki's away on a mission and Y/N can't cum without him

Day 15: Eddie Munson

Throat Training-Eddie is really good with his mouth, Y/N wants to make him feel just as good as he makes her feel, but it takes a little work.

Day 16: Kotaro Bokuto ft. Kuroo

Group Sex- Kuroo's little girlfriend is really cute and he knows it. Bokuto is a connoisseur of cute things, and Kuroo's not so bad.

Day 17: Eijiro Kirishima

Pain Play- Kirishima is a people pleaser and Y/N likes a little pain with her pleasure

Day 18: Jax Teller

Dumbification- Even 'big hot shot Scientists' need a few moments to be a little brainless.

Day 19: Amren

Blood- Amren has never had blood wraith

Day 20: Arron Hotchner ft. Spencer Reid

Pet Play- Arron forgets to mention he's bringing home a friend, and Y/N is deep in pet space when they get there

Day 21: Cassian

Primal Play - Cassian’s an animal.

Day 22: Steve Harrington ft. Eddie Munson

Degradation and Praise- Steve and Eddie balance each other very well, or at least Y/N thinks so

Day 23: Azriel Shadowsinger

Edging- 'If you hold it I'll reward you'. Y/N likes rewards.

Day 24: Spencer Reid

Bondage- Reid wants to practice his knots

Day 25: Dean Winchester

Overstimulation- Dean is cocky and Y/N thinks it's funny to push his buttons.

Day 26: Eddie Munson

Dacryphilia- Eddie teaches Y/N a thing or two about discipline and can't help but notice how pretty she looks when she's crying.

Day 27: Shota Aizawa

DILF- Aizawa knows he's old enough to be her dad, but his Nanny is perfect

Day 28: Tetsuro Kuroo

Psuedocest- He knows he shouldn't but she sounds so desperate. What kind of brother would he be if he just let his little sister suffer?

Day 29: Spencer Reid

CNC- Y/N is stuck. Like really really stuck. Her neighbor Reid agrees to help under one condition.

Day 30: Keiji Akaashi

Mutual Masturbation- Akaashi is a visual learner, but Y/N thinks he just likes to see her embarassed

Day 31: Jax Teller

Rough Sex- Jax likes to fuck after he fights, and his choice of ass has a hard time saying no to that smile.

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Old Lady - 2

(Warnings: Slight exhibitionist kink, semi-public smut?... Nah let’s just label that as definitely public lol. Public smut, exhibitionist kinks, some oral, hair pulling, this is basically just dirty as fuck lol. And then some fluff at the end)

Scottish Gaelic:

Leannan - sweetheart

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You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Bobby, staring at the bar counter in his usual outfit, sitting at the bar with Clay. You smiled softly at Chibs who walked in with the bag you had packed when you got home yesterday. “Hey, what’s the frown for?” you asked in an attempt to cheer them up, Bobby turning to look at you, his mood seemingly improved already “holy shit, they let you out already?” he asked as he walked over and was about to hug you when he thought better of it, instead gently patting your shoulder as you gave him a thankful nod and a smile. “Uh, sorta-”

“Against medical advice” Chibs spoke up, still a little grumpy about your choice. Both Bobby and Clay frowned as Chibs left to put your bag in his dorm room. “Shit, (Y/N)-”

“You know I hate them, Clay-”

“I thought you got over your fear of hospitals and doctors?” Clay asked with a frown as he walked over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a gentle side hug. “Well I’d rather get shot again than stay there any longer than I have to” you murmured, Chibs tutting lightly at you as he walked closer “don’t ya joke ‘bout that, love, my heart can’t take another scare like tha’” he murmured as he kissed the top of your head gently, a smile forming on your lips as you sighed and let him guide you to his dorm room “I know, I’m sorry I just-”

“It’s alright, love, I understand… I’m stayin’ ‘ere with you until yer alright to go back home…”

“I don’t need a babysitter-”

“Yes, yer do. You ain’t fully healed yet, love, I want someone to be there in case yer need help, I’ve talked with Tara-”

“Oh god…”

“And yer need at least 10 days before yer out of the woods-”

“10 days?!”

“Leannan, please” Chibs murmured and you sighed heavily, nodding ever so slightly, making Chibs nod. “Alright, first order of business, tunin’ up the bike-”

“Yes!” you blurted out, Chibs knew just how much you liked to watch him fixing and tuning up his bike, dear god if it was particularly hot he’d take off his kutte and good Lord above, his arms in those t-shirts while he’s working and sweaty and has a little smudge of oil on his face that-

“Love, yer daydreamin’ again” Chibs stated with amusement and you scoffed lightly “you’d have trouble not daydreaming too if you could look at that arse of yours” you stated in your best Scottish accent, Chibs smirking at you before simply wrapping an arm around you and guiding you outside.

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You were grinning from ear to ear as Chibs ran his hands all over you, worshiping you while also desperately trying to reach everywhere he could at the same time. You enjoyed parties such as this, where you didn’t get stared at or judged as Chibs shamelessly groped you as you sat in his lap, mumbling praises in both english and scottish gaelic as he kissed down your chest, your lacy red bra, which he had given you, and your very loose shirt that had been pulled down being the only things separating him from your perked nipples and the soft flesh of your breasts, that and he didn’t want anyone else to see your breasts, no matter how badly he wanted to rip that bra off and do what he wanted the most right now, besides fucking you silly. You couldn’t help but moan quietly as he grabbed the flesh of your ass, dragging you over his obviously hard cock, pulling you closer to him as he sucked your neck and started to move your hips against his crotch, the friction giving you chills after two weeks of nothing, since you were still ‘healing’, as he’d put it. You opened your eyes to see that Tig was watching you with hooded eyes, despite the woman on top of him, a twisted spark of excitement running through you as you kept looking at Tig while moving your own hips against Chibs, hearing him groan into your collarbone, his hands gripping your flesh in an almost bruising grip but you loved it, the sense of excitement making you smirk a little as you seemed to have Tigs’ undivided attention.

As Chibs kissed up your neck and sucked right under your ear you let out a tiny whimper, your hands clinging to Chib’s shoulders, clutching his kutte desperately as your barely clothed pussy grinded against his clothed cock, another moan spilling from your lips as you felt yourself already dripping wet, your eyes closing for a brief moment as you leaned back to look at Chibs, your hands in his hair, almost prying him off of you to lean down and kiss him, lips clashing together as you began to ground your hips and clothed pussy harder against him, his hands moving to grip your ass and he stood up, kissing your neck as he carried you off to a room in the back, your eyes on Tigs as you smiled at him and gave him a small wink, not seeing the way Tig groaned and actually rolled his head back, cuming in his pants, which the girl on top of him thought was due to her, grinning at him as he didn’t correct her, looking back at the room you had disappeared into with Chibs, catching a glimpse of you as Chibs closed the blinds, not thinking of the other window and blinds facing another room, which were currently empty.

As Chibs turned back to face you, he saw that you had already discarded your shorts, left only in your lacy underwear and your heels, which were nowhere near as tall as the girls out there wore, but Chibs liked it, he liked that you weren’t outrageously flaunting yourself while also showing the world exactly how gorgeous you are. “Fuckin’ shite” he muttered as he pulled you closer and onto the empty table, your legs wrapping around his hips and he leaned down, kissing down your chest and stomach, his lips lingered over the still healing gunshot wound, kissing it so softly that you barely felt it before he moved on, his lips trailing over your hips as he kneeled down, your eyes closing as you briefly rolled your head back when you felt him suck and bite gently on the inside of your thighs. You leaned up on your elbow, watching him with flushed cheeks as he gazed up at you, a tiny whimper falling from your lips as he kept his eyes on yours while licking a long stripe up your clothed pussy, his next move was pulling your lacy underwear off, throwing it to the side before practically diving head first in between your legs, your hand landing in his hair, tugging and scraping your nails across his scalp as you moaned loudly, knowing that with the moaning, music and chatter outside, no one would hear you, so you could practically be as loud as you wanted. Chibs’ hands held your thighs, moving them over his shoulder, leaving him with his hands free which began to run up and down your sides as he ate you out. “Fuck” you murmured as he sucked on your clit, staring up at you with hodded eyes before closing them out of sheer pleasure, tasting you and tongue fucking you just how he knew you liked, alternting between sucking on your clit and pushing his tongue inside of you.

“Fuck, just like that… fuck…” you moaned loudly, your head rolling back briefly until Chibs gently, very gently, bit your clit, a yelp leaving you as you looked back at him, laughing at his teasing and playfulness before moaning as he sucked on your clit and pushed a finger into you, your mouth open in a silent moan as you watched him as he ate you out, the feeling of his finger thrusting into you make a spark of pleasure shoot through you with every thurst. You happened to look towards one of the windows, finding Tig, staring as he tried to hide but it was obvious he was there. You should’ve looked away, either ignored him or told Chibs or asked Chibs to go somewhere else, but instead, you smirked at him, your hand threading through Chib’s hair as you grinned at Tig, moving to smile down at Chibs, chuckling with him before moaning loudly again, your eyes closed as you laid back down on the table, arching your back and turning your head, opening your eyes to look at Tig as you felt yourself nearing the edge. “Fuck, Chibby” you moaned as you felt your legs shake, Chibs continuing to eat you out with a new vigor, adding another finger as he curled them inside you, making you moan even louder as you clutched his hair, pulling his face further into you as your entire body was shaking, your eyes moving to Tig as you came, a loud moan tearing through you, your entire body tensing and twitching as Chibs continued to eat you out until you gently tugged on his hair to pull him off of you. You pulled him up and pressed your lips against his, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue and lips and you eagerly lapped it all up, smirking up at Chibs when the two of you finally parted for air.

You began to rip Chib’s clothes off, his kutte, shirt, your hands flying to his belt to unbuckle it as quickly as possible, all while kissing him, his hands helping you along until finally the belt unbuckled and you wrapped your arms and legs around him as he pushed his pants down, one of his hands moving behind your back to unclasp your bra but you caught his hand, smirking up at him seductively as you made a small ‘tsk tsk’ at him, Chibs’ hand moving up and around your throat, not squeezing but just resting there, a small reminder and a silent plea and after thinking it over, for barely a second, you reached behind yourself and unclasped it, knowing Tig was still there, half-hidden, watching. Chibs kept his hand on your throat, kissing you as he lined himself up with your hole and slowly pushed into you, a loud moan leaving you as you had to part form his lips, eyes shut as you rolled your head back as he continued to slide in until he was all the way inside, as far as he could reach. “Shite woman… Jesus fuckin’ Christ” he cussed quietly, having missed the feeling of you wrapping around him, one of his hands pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder, his lips pressing desperately against your leg as he gripped it with one hand, kissing it as he waited for you to adjust as you laid back down on the desk.

You gently rolled your hips, telling him you were ready and he kissed your leg softly, gently, even tenderly as he began to move his hips, quickly setting a hard and rough pace as his hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place as you moaned lightly, fondling your own breasts as you began to moan louder and louder, your gaze finding Tig, his hand moving under the window frame, indicating he was jerking off to the sight of you getting fucked, the sight making you smirk at him, giving him a small wink before moaning loudly as Chibs pulled out of you, flipping you over on the table, putting one of your legs up on the wood before grabbing your hips with his hands, leaning down, his lips touching your ear. “Let’s give our friend a little show, shall we?” he asked quietly, your eyes moving to Tig, a mischievous smirk on your lips as you gave a single nod. You moaned loudly as Chibs thrust back into you, hands gripping your hips, your back against his chest, lips near your ear as he fucked you until you saw stars, mouth open as you moaned and whimpered, arching your back into him, pushing your ass against his hips. One of his hands left your hips and wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly, enough to make you dizzy and a blissful smile formed on your lips, eyes closed as you grinned and panted and moaned. “Eyes open love, c’mon” Chibs purred in your ear and as hard as it was, you opened your eyes, staring at Tig as Chibs fucked you senseless, squeezing your throat as he kissed and nipped along your shoulder, neck and ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently pulled, a whimper leaving you as that coil began to tighten in your stomach, your walls clenching around him and he began to fuck you harder, hitting that spot each and every time, making you move closer and closer and closer to that sweet edge. “You like this, love, don’tcha? Hm? Bein’ watched as yer fucked by yer Old Man, eh?” he whispered in your ear, hearing a whimper leave your lips in response, Chibs tightening his grip around your throat “eh, love? Asked ya a question” he growled, another strangled moan leaving you as you nodded “yes, yes I like it” you breathed out, eyes closing briefly before moving back to Tig, grinning ever so slightly before frowning and moaning as Chibs gave a particularly hard thrust. “Fuckin’ knew it, can feel ya squeezin’ me, love. You fuckin’ love this, don’tcha? Him watchin’, knowing you’ll never be his” Chibs continued, the coil tightening even more at his words, your eyes shutting tightly as you felt the wave starting to build. “Yer gonna cum, love? Right ‘ere? While he’s watchin’ you?” Chibs asked, already knowing the answer, even as he let go of your throat and you nodded, moaning as you leaned down on the table, both of his hands back on your hips as he drove you over the edge, a sound mixed between a scream and a moan left your lips and your leg nearly buckled, if it weren’t for his iron grip holding you up, grunting as he watched your ass bounced with every one of his thrusts, a groan leaving his lips as he spilled inside of you “fuck!” he growled, panting heavily, the both of you having sweat dripping down your bodies as Chibs leaned down, placing tender kisses along your spine, making you smile ever so slightly, opening your tired eyes to find Tig leaning against a wall, panting heavily, eyes closed and his hand no longer moving.

“Fuckin’ shite love… god I’ve missed this cunt” he murmured against your back, reaching down and circling your clit, making you jump and yelp, Chibs chuckling against your spine as he removed his hand, peppering kisses alone your spine as you chuckled with him. “So, what do we do about peeping tom?” you asked in a tired voice as you were trying to catch your breath, Chibs scoffing quietly as he pulled out of you, hearing you whine at the loss of being filled, Chibs kissing you sweetly the second you were turned back around to face him. “Don’t fuckin’ care ‘bout him right now, but I don’t want to make a habit of ‘im watchin’ us” he murmured, a small nod leaving you as you panted “deal… didn’t even know I-... liked it” you admitted with heat filling your cheeks, Chibs smirking against your lips “the way you kiss me durin’ shite like this was a bit of a giveaway, love” he whispered, your cheeks filling with even more heat as you scoffed and rolled your eyes “maybe I just like you a lot?” you offered jokingly, Chibs smirking at you with amusement “aye, think I got the hint” he joked back, kissing you softly before giving you back your clothes and underwear, getting dressed himself.

You were trying to tame your hair, straightening your clothes as Chibs threw an arm around you, leaning down and kissing you openly, you could still taste some of yourself on his lips, the taste making you moan quietly and Chibs groaned at the sound. “Don’t get me riled up a second time, love, I’m an old man” he muttered, a giggle leaving you as you gently shook your head and smiled up at him. “The only kind of ‘old man’ you are is my Old Man…” you whispered, kissing him seductively before smirking up at him “want to get ready for round two by grinding and making out on the couch or do you wanna head home?” you asked, a genuine question despite your joking tone, you knew you both would go back to what basically everyone else was doing, which would probably end up in another little display that Tig would without a doubt watch again. “Nah, think it’s time we headed home, eh?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear and you smirked, giving a brief nod before allowing him to lead you outside, his arm around your shoulders and as you walked you spotted Tig come out one of the bathrooms, adjusting his pants, your eyes finding his and you gave him a quick wink and a smirk before leaving.

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You were sitting on Chib’s bike, both legs on one side as his hand was on your hip, talking with the boys until a loud boom was sounded, you flinched briefly, thinking a car had backfired or something before looking over your shoulder, seeing Bobby drive out on a bike you thought he’d put out of it’s misery, a look of shock on your face as you laughed briefly. “Jesus Christ Bobby, that thing still alive?” you asked teasingly as he pulled up, Half-Sack chuckling “hey, it’s an Old Fat Boy on an Old Fat Boy” he teased, a giggle leaving you as you leaned into Chibs who smirked at you. “I thought you put that beast to sleep?” Jax asked amused as he lit his cigarette, your lips twitching upwards in a grin as you looked the ride over with amusement, no way that would hold all the way to Eurika. Bobby gestured to the bike when he heard Jax’s comment “this fat boy ain’t even reached his prime” he stated, a giggle leaving you, smirking at Bobby who looked at you “you or the bike?” you asked teasingly, Chibs chuckling and squeezing your hip tightly, pulling you closer against him in a silent praise for your sharp tongue. “Barely looks like it can reach the end of the lot” Opie stated casually and you gestured to him in agreement, looking back at Bobby who put his hands on his hips in a very ‘now listen here you little shits’ kind of way. “Best bike for a long ride, and I’d put it up against any of you pretty Dynas” he stated as he gestured at all of you, a smirk on your lips as you chuckled “I think I’d be able to outrun that, and I’m technically still healing” you teased, Bobby rolling his eyes “weren’t in so much trouble at the wrap party” he shot back and you smirked and shrugged, looking down at your Old Man with pride, your hand running through his hair, nails scraping along his scalp soothingly “what can I say? I love pain when he’s causing it” you teased, leaning up and kissing him softly, parting only for him to reach down and kiss you more passionately, Tig staring with a half open mouth, which you noticed as you parted from Chibs. “Tiggy?”

“Yeah, doll?” his mouth was still somewhat open, a smirk tugging on your lips as you reached over to him, like you were going to cup his cheek and he already leaned into it, until you closed his mouth for him, retreating back into Chib’s arms “don’t want flies to set up camp in there” you teased, Tig looking down with a light blush and you had to hold back laughter. You made Tig, the unashamed horny guy, who got turned on at the drop of a hat, blush. This day already had a good start.

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Weekly Recap | January 1st-7th 2024

First rec of 2024! Happy New Year everyone! I hope it's a good one!

(damn, can you tell I was off from work? this rec is long af 😅 I know it's a bit late but once I got done I just wanted to yeet it off my drafts asap)

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🔥 All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit): Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.

🔥 a blaze in the dark by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (Post-S6, Eddie Coming Out | 117K | Explicit): Set post-Season 6, where Buck has inadvertently sacrificed his friendship with Eddie in order to focus on his new relationship with Natalia, and is shocked when Eddie comes out to the team and subsequently reveals that he is dating a guy.

i'm down on my knees (i wanna take you there) by burnthatbridge/ @burnthatbridge (PWP, Glory Hole | 5K | Explicit): Buck is… a little drunk. So, he honestly thinks, when he first spots it, after stumbling into the stall, clumsily undoing his fly, and taking a very needed leak, that he’s seeing things. It takes him reaching out — with a hand he was already going to wash and probably should doubly do so now — and sticking a finger through it to convince him that the sight hasn’t been fabricated by his inebriated brain. It’s real. It’s a glory hole. His first thought is, huh; his second is, I have got to show Eddie.

making love to the flashes by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (PWP, Hot Firefighter Calendar | 11K | Explicit): When Buck had told them all the Hot Days, Smoldering Nights, Men of the LAFD Wall Calendar had selected him to represent the 118 for the month of July, Eddie hadn’t thought much of it. He’d congratulated him with a clap on the shoulder, laughed along with Hen, Chim, and Bobby’s good-natured teasing, and that had been that. Well, Eddie certainly isn’t laughing now.

with a bird at your door by @sibylsleaves (S6, Getting Together | 3K | General): Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him.

we're gonna need some land between our bodies by @sibylsleaves (Post-Poker Date | 9K | Explicit): or, Buck and Eddie can't fuck yet (four times Buck and Eddie try to define the relationship and the one time they do)

my heart's a secret (tell me you'll keep it) by @sibylsleaves (Getting Together | 5K | Teen): Or, Buck tells Chimney a secret. This proves to be a mistake.

the winner takes it all (the loser has to fall) by @burnthatbridge (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): Buck and Lucy compete to see who's the better kisser. Eddie somehow finds himself the judge. (Part 1 of winner takes all)

the winner takes all (of me) by @burnthatbridge (PWP, Buck/Eddie/Lucy | 4K | Explicit): An alternative ending to Buck and Lucy's kissing competition. (Part 2 of winner takes all)

Calling (So You'll Answer) by Princessfbi / @princessfbi (Angst, Hurt Buck | 29K | Mature | Warning: Rape/Non-Con): “Buck? Did you drunk dial me?” Eddie did not envy Buck’s headache in the morning. He fought back the urge to smile at the thought of Buck, hungover and pouting with his curls in wild form on his head and his hands twisting and knotting in his favorite hoodie for the comfort the texture brought him. “Can you come take me h-home?” Buck asked, his voice sounding so painfully young. “I don’t …feel good.”

Smoke and Ashes Brushed Off with Ink by @princessfbi (Tattoo Artist Eddie AU | 18K | Mature): Tattoo Artist!Eddie Diaz AU inspired by the tumblr thread about praise kink discovery when getting a tattoo.

i'll lie awake for you by diazbegins/ @evanbegins (Married Buddie, PWP | 8K | Explicit): Or: Buck and Eddie, newly-weds, spend their well-deserved time alone.

I'd Wait Here Forever by @princessfbi (Angst, Stalker | 21K | Mature | Warning: Rape/Non-Con): “Come on. You and me could—” Buck caught Chimney moving to intervene between them but the words were already falling past Buck’s lips before he even realized he was speaking. “I have a boyfriend.” Buck stopped when he registered the words. So, did Chimney before he shot Buck a look over his shoulder like Buck had grown a second head. Probably because, like Buck, Chimney knew that Buck did not have a boyfriend. In fact, he’d been single for a painfully long time since he and Taylor split up. Single and probably very obviously hung up on his best friend who didn’t seem to notice the way Buck would throw himself into oncoming traffic if Eddie asked.

Tear Me to Pieces; Skin to Bone by @princessfbi (Undercover Mission, kidnapping | 22K | Teen | Warning: Violence): Bobby wasn’t comfortable with the LAPD wanting to use Buck as bait. Because that’s exactly what Buck would be: bait. Or: The LAPD want to borrow Buck for an undercover mission to hunt down a serial killer. No one is thrilled.

pink and black and blue by devirnis/ @devirnis (Getting Together | 1,5K | Teen): “Hey!” Buck calls. Eddie spares himself a moment to briefly entertain the idea of fleeing out the back, but knows it would ultimately be pointless. His truck is in the driveway so Buck knows he’s home, and they’re on shift together in two days and there’s no way his bruises will be gone by then, no matter how much he ices them. “In the kitchen,” Eddie answers resignedly. (Bad Things Happen Bingo: Black Eye)

on sleep and unspoken things by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4 | 2K | Not Rated): “You reached out for me. On that day. You tried to touch me.” The words sink into the silence between them. He did, didn't he? Eddie doesn't remember much from the shooting—only pain, and fear, and screaming (his own and so many others), and the vague echo of Buck’s voice—but he remembers that.

in red blue green by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Documentary | 11K | Teen): The commissioner signs off on a workplace documentary set in the 118 to better community attitudes towards the fire department. Unfortunately, whatever is going on between Firefighters Buckley and Diaz is a much more interesting story.

with blood in my nose by @henswilsons (Canon Divergent, S4E14: Survivors | 9K | Teen): or, Buck is the one who gets shot instead of Eddie.

let me know you (bedhead and morning breath) by @burnthatbridge (Post-Lightning | 6K | Explicit): Buck hasn't gotten off since the lightning strike. Eddie watches him do something about it.

sometimes an onion really is just an onion (and that’s all there is to it) by snarkymuch / @snarkythewoecrow (Post-Grocery Store Argument | 5K | Teen): Buck wanted fajitas, so he went to the store for the sweet onions he needed, but he got the wrong kind because he unexpectedly ran into the team, which had nothing to do with why he was crying in his kitchen--obviously, the shitty onions were to blame. And his day just gets worse from there--as he ends up fileting off a strip of skin, bleeding everywhere, then accidentally hitting his talk-to-text and sending a ramble he never meant anyone to hear to the last person on earth to care: Eddie.

i find you in everything (but its here you find yourself) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck takes another sig of beer, "she left." "Sorry, man, I know you liked her. Guess where most people are scared of death, a death doula is scared of life." "Wow, that's actually pretty poignant," Buck says. "Didn't know you had it in you." Eddie just rolls his eyes. "Its weird, though, her being scared off by a donor baby." Eddie frowns over at him. "Chris didn't freak her out?"

Paper Rings by buckleyblueyes (orphan_account) (Canon Divergent, S4 | 6K | Teen): Maddie went quiet for a moment, looking at him not with pity, but instead with empathy, and shared sadness. “So. What did you find, then?” “An engagement ring.” The words weighed heavy on his tongue. “He’s going to propose to Ana.” 

Burn a bridge, learn how to swim by WatermelonShots (AvocadosUnderTheEaves) / @applesorcery (Getting Together | 13K | Mature): In which there is some unexpected making out, some pining, one third of an existential crisis and a lot of unhelpful advice. Not necessarily in that order. (Part 1 of Burn a bridge, learn how to swim)

Can't cross the sea just standing there by WatermelonShots (AvocadosUnderTheEaves)/ @applesorcery (Established Buddie, PWP | 7K | Explicit): In which there are sleepovers and snakes and some jealousy. (But probably not the kind you think.) (Part 2 of Burn a bridge, learn how to swim)

tell me how it feels (say it ain't so) by Iover_of_mine (I_almost_do)1 @lover-of-mine (Post-S6, Getting Together | 8K | Teen): Eddie hears Natalia saying Buck's death was cool and things spiral out of control from there.

Arm Candy by @princessfbi (Poker Date spec | 8K | General): “Act cool.” Buck shivered at the rumble of Eddie’s voice. “I think I got us in on the game.” Act cool? Act cool! How was Buck was supposed to act cool when he had Eddie dressed like sin parading Buck around like— Buck choked on his tongue as he finally realized what Eddie was doing and why apparently everyone had been so blasé about Buck going undercover after treating him like he was made of glass for weeks. “Am I the arm candy?” Eddie was damningly silent.

empty, broken, lonely, hoping by DaniWib/ @daniwib (Post-S6, Presumed Dead | 44K | Mature): Eddie's world crumbles when Buck’s apartment building becomes engulfed in a cataclysmic seven-alarm fire, resulting in a devastating mass casualty event. Amidst the chaos, Eddie and the rest of the 118 grapple with the heart-wrenching belief that both Buck and Christopher have met a tragic fate within the merciless inferno.

i lit the match, the firemen can do the rest by honestlydarkprincess / @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S6, PWP | 6K | Explicit): Or, the one where Eddie is pining and decides to drive over to Buck's. He doesn't expect to walk in on friends-with-benefits Buck and Natalia and he definitely doesn't expect the night to end with him getting everything he's ever wanted with Buck.

The Comfort of Your Hands by Spotsandsocks/ @spotsandsocks (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck accidentally starts running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. Eddie lets him and things slowly move towards something special.

unfold me (tell me you love me) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (S4, Love confession | 2K | Teen): Eddie goes on a date and has some realizations about what he really wants

the measuring contest by ColorMeParanoid/ @color-me-paranoid (9-1-1 LS S2E3: Hold the Line | 2K | Teen): Hen snorted from her own cot. “Trust me, guys. This isn’t the kind of measuring contest you want to play with Buck because you will lose.” But, comparing scars and exchanging crazy stories when meeting other people in your profession was basically a rite of passage so of course they didn’t take her warning seriously. It became a challenge instead and Eddie settled in for the show.

live while we're young by ashavahishta / @ashavahishta (De-Aging | 5K | General): Or: Some wonky magic leaves the firefam to take care of a tiny Buck for a few days. He's really, unfairly cute.

Radio Silence by madamewriterofwrongs/ @madamewriterofwrongs (Hurt Buck | 9K | Mature): Bobby was going to have a long talk with him about his self-sacrificing habits. For now, he kept his words calm and authoritative; for both their sakes. “None of that, you just hold still. Are you injured?” There was silence. Around him, the paramedics and firefighters of the 118 waited with bated breath. “Pretty bad.” There was little humor in his voice, though they could hear him trying. “My head. And uh, hahaha,” his laughter came as a gust of air. “I’ve been impaled?”

Buck Is My Warrior by elisela/ @elisela (Fluff | 5K | General): “We’ll be filming a special edition of American Ninja Warrior,” Troy announces after the introduction to the current contestant ends, “focused on our brave first responders. Go to our website to find out more details and how to submit your videos.” Oh. “Buddy,” Eddie says, “I don’t really know if that’s my thing.” Christopher looks at him, then says, “I want to nominate Buck.”

The Badass Background of one Evan Buckley series by Onlymystory / @theallandthemoreofit (Navy SEAL Buck | 5 works | 32K | Complete):

A Six Minute Man (Hostage | 3K | Teen): Or the one where Buck's secret background as a Navy SEAL comes in really handy in a hostage situation. Buck Begins (Backstory | 1K | Mature): When Evan Buckley Spencer is five years old, he wants to be a firefighter. They save people he says. He’s going to be one someday. One of the Good Guys (Revenge | 3K | Mature): Eddie says “You find every single person that hurt our son and you burn them to the ground.” - The Moscow Rules are simple. “Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time is enemy action."

With A Little Help From My Friends by @extasiswings (PTA Eddie | 3K | Teen): Eddie makes friends outside of work and realizes that Buck might not, in fact, be just a friend

(Not) Under the Mistletoe by Tizniz / @tizniz (Christmas | 2K | Not Rated): Buck is definitely not avoiding Eddie at the Christmas party where mistletoe is everywhere.

Flash Forward by @daniwib (Different First Meeting | 3K | Explicit): The last thing Eddie remembered was pressing the tiny, blood smeared photograph of Christopher to his trembling lips while huddled behind rocks, hiding from the insurgent's attack. The next thing he knew was when he woke up, naked, with a muscular body on top of him. OR: Eddie has a flash forward when he gets shot during his last tour.

WIP

and we are homeward bound by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (established Buddie | 1/3 | 3K | Explicit): "Okay," Buck says finally, muffled. He rubs his face against Eddie's shirt again. "You promise you're not going to dump me if he smashes a salad bowl over this?" "I promise I will not dump you if our kid has a tantrum about us finally getting our act together," Eddie recites solemnly. Buck laughs against his shoulder and finally pulls back. Or: Buck and Eddie get around to telling the people they love that they're together. (sequel to Something Dumb to Do)

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 21/? | 14K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 21. 10. Surprise kisses, in which your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 10/? | 25K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 2/18 | 9K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 104/? | 283K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Re-Read

🔥 the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by theleftboobgrabber (Post S3E15 | 49K | Explicit): When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret.

🔥 come out to the sea, my love by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Canon Divergent - Tsunami | 8K | Teen): Tsunami au in which the 118 find out about Buck and Chris being stranded on top of the ladder truck and come to rescue them before they get separated.

🔥 Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart by Taste_is_Sweet (Sentinels AU, Tsunami | 82K | Teen): Clara Williams just wanted to visit Pacific Park during her layover in Los Angeles. She never expected to find a young, exceptional Sentinel dying for lack of a bond. Actually, what she really never expected was a tsunami, or the same Sentinel to save her life. But Clara's a Guide, so now she's on a mission to keep Evan "Buck" Buckley alive until she can get him to Eddie Diaz, the Guide who should have bonded with him, but didn't. Because Clara can't bond with Buck, no matter how much she wants to. There's just one problem: Buck's convinced Eddie doesn't want him, and he might not survive long enough to find out the truth.

i (for)get you by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Temporary Amnesia | 6K | General): buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?

you're my whole house by hammersmiths / @henswilsons (Getting Together, PTA Eddie | 12K | Teen): Eddie shrugs. “Christopher mentioned to Daniel that Buck and I are partners. I mean, sure, it’s a little weird that she invited him over as well, but—” “Partners,” Hen interrupts, “like work partners?” Eddie and Buck glance at each other. “Uh, yeah?” Eddie says. “What other type of partner?” Hen stares at them for a moment, before she bursts out laughing. “You dumbasses. She thinks you’re together.” or, Eddie joins the PTA.

I can't love you any more (than I do now) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2K | General): Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

Tell me where you wanna go by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Post-S6E11: In A Flash | 4K | Teen): Buck wakes up from his coma and Eddie offers him a passenger seat and a couch and a home.

🔥 Autocowrecked by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Miscommunication | 2K | Teen): Eddie is never, ever using the talk-to-text function on his phone. Ever again.

[katebishopshands]

Simmer Down and Pucker Up

Kate Bishop/Reader

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After escaping a stuffy party for her mothers company, Kate show you some of her many talents.

Content: wlw,smut, cunnilingus (k!receiving) face sitting, vaginal sex (r!receiving) strap on sex, daddy kink Kate, top Kate, vaginal fingering, praise kink (both ends)

Kate bishop plays the bass because I said so

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Her apartment was smaller than expected. Still huge and close to nothing you could afford, but you would’ve assumed that a girl who could seemingly buy anything In the world would have some lavish apartment.

“You can uh, set your coat down on the couch or I guess wherever you want.” Kate removed the suit jacket she was wearing and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. You followed suit and hung up your coat on the prong next to hers. She gave you a soft smile, her blue eyes meeting yours. Her cheeks were flushed a little, either it be from the winter wind that beat at her windows or the whisky she had drank at the party you had just left, you didn’t know. She looked good though.

“I’m surprised your mom let you leave that party” you looked at her as she started to loosen her tie, popping the top two buttons of her shirt and rolling up her sleeves. Kate laughed and shook her head as she rubbed her neck.

“Do you really think she knows we left? I couldn’t STAND to be there for another minute. It was just a bunch of stuffy old people talking about investments and shit.” She sat down on her couch and started working on taking the bobby pins that held her hair up out.

You couldn’t help but stare, she looked great. Something about getting her away from her mothers ever watchful gaze changed her. She smiled more, she was more relaxed.

“Maybe it would benefit you if you stuck around and listened to those stuffy old people for once. If you’re going to take over the company you’ll want to know what to do” you laughed as you took a seat next to her. You glanced up and down at her form as she put the last bobby-pin on the coffee table. Kate shrugs and turns to you.

“And be a boring CEO like my mom? No thanks, I’ve got cool things to do, like fighting crime and saving civilians” she takes the ponytail off her wrist and ties her hair up.

Your eyes glance over to the makeshift archery range next to her kitchen. Thinking about the girls that Kate has probably saved and how lucky they were to be held in her arms. You laugh a little at your own thought. Like you need to be some damsel in distress to get Kate Bishops attention. The shifting of the couch next to you pulls you from your thoughts.

“What do you say we keep the party going?” Kate wiggled her eyebrows at you as she got up, giving you a suggestive look

“And how would you suggest we go about keeping the party going?”

“I have some shitty boxed wine in my fridge”

You smiled at her, always the life of the party.

“Sounds good to me. Pour me a drink bartender Bishop!”

Kate giggles at your joke and salutes you as she slides her way into the kitchen, grabbing the handles of the fridge to keep her upright.

You continue looking around her apartment. Various posters decorated the brick walls. Some Taylor Swift posters, Abba, things a normal 22 year old would be into. Lucky’s presence seemed to be in the apartment, but the dog was absent. His bowl was next to the fridge in the kitchen, his leash hung up on the wall and toys scattered around the living room. The girl loved her dog, so it was strange that he wasn’t in the apartment.

“Where’s Lucky??” You yelled back at Kate.

“Oh he’s at Clint’s” her voice came from behind you, making you jump a bit. You hadn’t heard her come up behind you.

She hands you a wine glass filled up way too much of some cheap pink wine that smelled sweet before sitting back down next to you. Kate takes a swig of her wine and grimaces, but goes back for another one.

“Yeah Clint took him for the weekend, he knew I wasn’t going to have a lot of time to let him out, so he’s happy at the farm for the weekend” she takes another drink of her wine.

You blink a couple times at her in reference to her morbid choice of words.

“Shit no, that sounds awful. He’s not dead. He’s just…having a vacation.” Kate backtracks, realizing just how bad that also

sounded. She shakes her head and laughs a bit.

“This isn’t helping my case…it’s it?”

“No but, it’s cute watching you try to help it” you shake your head, laughing a little bit and lifting the wine glass to your lips. Kates cheeks flush more and she looks away for a second It was way too sweet, the wine, and you coughed a bit as you swallowed.

“This is AWFUL, how do you drink this” despite your words, you go back for another big sip. Kate laughs at you and takes another sip from her own glass.

“I know right?? Why do you think it’s been sitting in my fridge for so long?”

She sneaks a glance at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Kate bishop you DID NOT serve me your shitty,unwanted wine!” You punctuate your words with a hit to her arm, laughing. She shrinks away from you, taking another swig.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. But the sooner we finish this, the sooner I can buy an actually good bottle of wine and have you over again”

It was your turn to flush now, hiding your face in your almost empty glass. Kate did the same.

“Another?” You asked her, nudging her with your glass.

“As you wish” Kate gets up and takes your glass to go get more wine.

Once again you were left looking around the apartment. Every shelf was filled with Knick knacks. Various trophies, avengers merchandise, Hawkeye merch to be more specific. Her fencing gear was hung up on one wall, although it looked like it had been neglected for a bit.

Something shiny and purple catches your eye from the corner. It’s a guitar, you don’t know what kind, but it’s very pretty. Deep purple with light purple and cream accents.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that uses musical instruments they can’t play as decor?” You tell Kate as she hands you your glass. She snorts and gestures to the guitar,

“What do you mean? My bass? Unlike the other girls you’ve been talking to, I can actually play”

So it was a bass guitar. Kate sets down her glass and goes to pick up the guitar.

“I’ve been playing since I was 12. My dad did, so I had to pick it up at some point.” Her gaze softens at the mention of her dad and she plucks at some of the strings.

“Mom hates it, says that I should be putting my time into another more useful instrument, like cello or something” she scoffs and continues to fiddle with the instrument. You watch her for a minute. Watching as her arm flexes with every pluck of a note, her eyes carefully watching her fingers.

“Show me”

“What?”

She looks up at you, her brows furrowed.

You took a swig of your drink.

“Show me how you play. I uh..want to see”

Kates eyes light up and she nearly runs over to you, guitar in hand.

You sit and watch her pluck out different notes. Watching the way her fingers move and the way the light catches on the silver rings she has on them. She has very nice hands. Slightly veiny, and you can see the callouses in her fingers from her bow and from what you can assume is her bass. You wonder what else they can do besides play the guitar and shoot deadly accurate arrows.

A few notes are played and she looks at you.

“Do you know what song this is?”

Your shake your head, right now it just sounds like the support system to a song.

“Here maybe if I plucked it out with you, you’d figure it out”

Kate takes the guitar off of her for a second and spreads her legs. Opening enough space for someone to sit in between them.You gawk for a moment, no fucking way this is happening. She pats the space, gesturing for you to come sit.

“Cmon, I don’t bite….well, not right now at least”

You set your cup down and move hesitantly between Kate’s legs.

It’s a tight squeeze, but you make it work. Kate puts the guitar back on, the butt of it resting on her knee and her chest flush behind you. .

“Put your hands, here..-“ she grabbed one of your arms and brought it to the neck of the guitar “-…and here”

Kate drapes your other arm at the bottom of the guitar

“Just don’t actually touch the strings..let me do all the hard work”

She starts the plucking again , the tune starts to become more familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it yet. Kate leans farther over your shoulder, her dark hair brushing your cheek .Your legs squeeze together involuntarily as she looks over your shoulder. The cologne she had put on earlier in the night hitting your nostrils and making you dizzy. She’s humming as she continues to play, occasionally taking glances at you to see the gears in your head turn. She was so close, and so so warm. Your senses were on fire as you watched You both sit there in silence. Kate content with where you’re sat and you trying to figure out the puzzle that was what song she was playing. The missing piece was eventually found as she got to the chorus.

“Do I Wanna Know!!” You yelled suddenly, having the notes click in your head.

You turned to face her, beaming with pride that you had figured it out. Kate returned your smile, nodding she compliments you,

“Good girl, I knew you could do it”

Your face dropped, cheeks flushed.

She couldn’t have actually said that. Your thighs rub together again. Kate looks you up and down,

“Shit, you’re into that aren’t you?” Here eyes flick down to your lips for a moment.

When did she get that close to you? Her nose is practically brushing yours now. You squeeze your legs together again, heat growing at a rapid pace. Kate’s eyes flicker down for a moment then back to yours.

“Can you do something for me?” She bats her eyes innocently. The smudged eyeliner that rings her eyes making them pop. You don’t dare to lose eye contact as you nod your head. Kate removes the guitar from you both and resituates you so you’re perched on her thigh. She brushes a piece of hair out of your face and cups your chin. A whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it.

“Can you be my good girl and tell me what you want? Use your words for me.”

You’re frozen in your seat. Sat on Kate Bishops toned thigh, having her tell you to uses your words to get what you want . Her eyes flick down to your lips once more and then back to your eyes. It’s clear what she wants, but can you actually say what you want?

“Cmon..you can do it” Kate’s thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and she pouts a bit at you. Your eyes flicker shut as you take in the moment. Her nose barely grazing yours, her thumb on your lip, the smell of the stupidly sweet wine on her breath. You couldn’t tell if you were drunk on that or drunk on Kate herself. Leaning into the hand that was resting on your face, you took a deep breath and gave into your desires.

“Kiss me. Now. Please.”

She obliges you, crashing her lips into you so hard you slide off of her thigh.

“You have no idea-“ Kate starts, her hands sliding up your dress.

“How long-“ She catches her breath, and then kisses you deeply again, then pulls off once more,

“-that I have wanted to do this. That dress has been driving me crazy all night”

You laugh a little and hide your head in your arms. Your back is now on the couch, legs propped up a bit on Kate’s leg as she leans over you. Her chest is heaving and her eyes look almost black ,the crystalline blue that they normally are being overtaken by her blown out pupils.

Her hands knead at your thighs as she positions herself over you.

“Have you wanted this long?”

“Hm?”

You’re spaced out, not paying attention to her question. She looks beautiful . Pupils blown, ponytail disheveled, tie hanging crooked from her neck.

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You shrug. You’ve wanted to kiss her basically since you met her, but you couldn’t tell her that..could you? Your face is hot and you crave her lips on yours again, craving more of the cheap wine and lavender lip balm flavor she left on your mouth. You settle on a shrug for an answer, thinking it will curb her curiosity.

Kate grins, a sly, all knowing grin. Faster than you can process what she’s doing, she cups your clothed cunt, hard. Your body jolts and a desperate whimper claws it way from your throat . Kate looms over you, kissing her way up your neck, hand still on your cunt.

She stops when she gets close to your ear,

“So shy, cmon…tell daddy what you want”

You clench around nothing at the name she gave herself. You didn’t know she was into that kind of thing, and despite your previous thoughts on the nickname, it was stupid hot coming from Kate Bishop.

“I want…I want you”, you reach your hand up to her face, toying with her lips as your eyes search her face. Kate smiles at you, a dorky, sweet smile before leaning down and kissing you hard. You gasp into her, letting your arms wrap around her neck, Hands tangling in her ponytail. She smiles into your mouth again as her hands find your waist , pulling you back up into a sitting position. She situates you on her thigh again and gropes at you for a moment, her hand finding it’s way to your ass. You moan a bit into her mouth. Kate pulls back, panting. Her hair is pulled out of her ponytail slightly, full lips slightly swollen and kiss stained. Her cheeks are flushed as she looks down at you.

“Can I pick you up?”

“Kate what?”

She catches you off guard. You don’t think anyone has ever asked you if they can pick you up.

“I want to do something but I can’t do it here” she gestured to the couch, her fingers impatiently drumming on your hips.

“Im perfectly capable of walki-“, you yelp as Kate scoots you forward one arm wrapping your legs around her waist and the other hand scooping under your armpit and setting it over her shoulder. She stands, and you cling onto her as if your life depended on it,

“Kate bishop put me down”, she starts walking towards the stairs that lead to her loft. A playful grab at your ass makes you jump.

“Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets”

She laughs and starts up the stairs.

“Daddy?” You laugh slightly,

“Yeah baby?”

Your voice dies in your throat when she responds. You were originally going to question the nickname, but something about the way her demeanor changed made you stop. Kate gets to the top of the stairs and you nuzzle your head into her shoulder, the gravity of what your we’re going to do suddenly weighing on you. You were friends, and this would change everything. Kate presses a kiss to the side of your head before setting you down on her bed. She crawls over you, as you lean backwards eventually laying down.

“So..who gets naked first?”

You snort at her and reach for her tie, loosening it more so you can take it off.

“I hate this tie”, you throw it across the room and then start on her shirt buttons.

“ and this stupid ass shirt” you mutter as you work your way down, aggressively untucking the bottom from her pants. When you look up from untucking the shirt you’re greeted with the sight of Kate Bishops rack in your face, not that you’re complaining. It stuns you for a moment and you forget what you were doing.

Kate smiles down at you and shrugs the shirt off.

“What else do you hate?”

Your next target is her belt. You aggressively tug it open and pull it off of her.

“This belt, and these pants..I hate this whole suit”

“And whys that, pretty girl?”

Kate steps out of her pants and brings her face close to yours.

“Because,…” you grit out, looking up at her,

“Because it makes me so fucking horny….I can’t stand it”

She kisses you again. Kate bishop kisses you like it’s her last time every time. You could die kissing her and you would be content. The last thing you would taste is that disgusting wine and the lavender lip balm she insists doesn’t taste like old lady perfume. She reaches for the hem of your dress, pulling it up your body until it pools around your waist. Lithe fingers work their way around the lace of your underwear. She teases you a bit, running her fingers over your folds. You’re slightly embarrassed at your arousal, you can already hear her fingers.

“A little kissing got you this hot and bothered?? Poor thing”, her tone is sarcastic as she continues to tease you, refusing to touch your clit that’s throbbing for attention.

“Katie…” you groan, bucking your hips up.

“I know baby, I know. I haven’t been taking care of you. I’m being selfish teasing you so much” Kate practically purrs. She removes her hand from your underwear and continues taking your dress off, finally pulling it over your head.

You sit up, facing her fully.It’s your turn to kiss her now. Exchanging hot, open mouthed kisses she whines into you. Kate moves forward, sitting in your lap. She’d grinds herself down on you. You squeeze your thighs together at the noises she makes, attempting to give yourself some relief.

“Kate….” She continues kissing you, moving her way down to your neck while her hands find the clasp of your bra. She ignores your words.

“Katie….” You try again with a sweeter tone. She ignores you again, popping the clip of your bra and peeling it off your body.

You swallow your pride,

“Daddy….”

Her mouth stops working on the hickey she was sucking onto your chest. She glances up at you through thick lashes.

“Yes?”

You could cum at the sight. Kate bishop near inches from your nipple, batting her eyes at you as if she’s never done anything wrong in her life.

“Can I have more,please?”

Kate presses a kiss to your breast before sitting back up fully.

“ I love when you use your words, such a good girl”, you clench on nothing at her praise.

“But, I need you to do something for me first? Can you do that for me?”. She strokes your sides lovingly, rubbing her thumbs over your hips. You nod, willing to do anything for her.

“I’m going to sit on your face, okay? And after I finish I’m going to make you feel….really fucking good” she kisses your cheek and stands up off of you. Your mouth is salivating. You could swear you have died and gone to heaven. Kate pulls off her bra and underwear and then sits back on the bed. Without needing to be told, you lay back, ready for whatever she wants to do.

“So good for me” Kate mutters as she crawls her way up to your face. She’s soaked. Her cunt is glistening with arousal. She had been getting off of teasing you.

“Tap my thigh twice if you need a break, okay? Not that you’ll need it.” If you could see her face, it would have a shit eating grin on it, you know it would. Kate gingerly lowers herself onto you and you get your first taste of her. She moans when you experimentally lap at her, getting used to the feeling of Kates cunt pressed to your mouth.Your arms wrap around her pale thighs as you grow more confident with your motions. Licking and sucking onto her clit.

Kate bishop is responsive. You know you’re doing a good job because she begins she whine. You can’t help but wonder what she would be like if the roles were reversed.

“Fuck…fuck you��re doing so good”,

She rocks herself back and fourth, humping your face. Your cunt throbs. Her noises were so pretty. What you would give to be a fly on the wall in this room. Between Kate taking control of the pace, and your combination of licking her folds , sucking on her clit and the occasional bump your nose gives to her clit, she’s finishing in no time. With a call of your name, she finishes. Gushing all over you face, and you take it, you even welcome it.

Kate gives a last few rocks and she comes down from her orgasm. Once she’s calmed down she climbs off of you and you take a big breath. But not for long, Kate crashes her lips against yours, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You did….so so good.” She says in between breathless kisses. You kiss for a bit more, as she plays with your tits. Pinching and tweaking your nipples occasionally. Every motion has you flinching and moaning into her mouth. You begin to move your way down to her jaw, nipping and sucking marks down to her collarbone. Kate throws her head back, digging her nails into your scalp and pulling your hair. Your head gets tugged back slightly as you whine into her chest.

“Okay okay..reward time. You were so good to me” Kate releases your hair and kisses your head gingerly.

“What more could you have in store for me?” You look at her, pupils blown.

“Panties . Off. Now”, she demands. Her shift in tone catches you off guard, but you still giggle a bit.

“….pfft..panties” you laugh as you wiggle out of your underwear, tossing it to the side. Kate looks less than amused at your giggling. The archers fingers reach down to your drooling cunt to gather some slick on two of her fingers.

“In your mouth, open”

“What?”

“Suck on my fingers”

You do what you’re told, the embarrassment not being strong enough to overpower the arousal you feel. You swirl your tongue around Kate’s fingers a bit, looking up at her with doe eyes. You think about her playing the bass, and how her fingers were moving when playing the song that started this.

“Fuck don’t look at me like that” she whines at you, her dominant demeanor cracking. Once Kate decides that her fingers are throughly wet she pulls them from your mouth, giving you a quick kiss.

“How many can you start with? Let’s see”, She roughly inserts two fingers into your pussy. A needy noise escapes from your mouth as she curls them.

“Fucking hell” you pant. Kate begins to curl her fingers as she kisses you again, once again pushing you gently back into the mattress. Her thumb gently presses on your clit, rolling it so slightly. The band in your gut begins to tighten. You thrust your hips upward. Kate uses her free hand to hold you down.

“Daddy please..” you beg. You sound pathetic, whiny, needy. Kate begins scissoring her fingers while continuing the gentle rolling of your clit.

“ just a little more, and then you’ll be ready, I can’t put my cock in you without prepping you”. Kate doesn’t meet your eyes when she says this. Her eyes are locked on your entrance where she begins to pump her fingers in and out. Your eyes roll back at her words, another moan being released. Your band is tightening at a rapid pace and you don’t know how long you can last like this. Kate continues her motions, and before you finish, she pulls her fingers out.

“Kate what the hell?”

You sit up to look at her. She’s licking your arousal off of her fingers as she gets off the bed, reaching for for the table next to her bed.

“I can’t let you finish ,I’m not done yet”. There’s a smile in her voice as she digs through the top drawer. You groan a little and throw yourself back down on the bed, chest heaving . You’re about to reach down and start touching your clit in an effort to finish yourself off when the adjusting of straps catches your attention.

When you turn your head you’re greeted by Kate, a harness around her hips and a purple dick hanging between her legs. For probably the millionth time that night your breath catches in your throat. She was going to put THAT in you?

“I couldn’t just put this in you without prep, I’d hurt you.” Kate’s climbing back on the bed, kissing your face a few times.

“Fuck Kate..” you whisper as she kisses down your neck. In her wake purple marks blossom, her signature color.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you..you know that?” She mutters against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck. You whine, digging your fingers into her scalp and thrusting your hips up.

“Okay okay, easy girl” she laughs and begins to insert her strap into you. You squeeze your eyes shut. It’s thicker than anything you’ve taken before. It’s not painful, but it’s uncomfortable. Kate continues to push herself in, kissing your face and neck.

“So so good for me” she purrs. “We’re almost in, and then I’m going to make you feel so fucking good” she reiterates what she told you early. You roll your eyes, despite the uncomfortable fullness at your core.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, you know that?” You mock Kate in reference to her use of the word fuck. She furrows her brows, looking down at you and with one quick thrust bottoms out. The nice demeanor she had before being wiped away. The smartass comment you had prepared for her died before it even got the chance to leave your mouth. A guttural, needy moan taking its place. Kate begins setting a brutal pace, not letting you adjust to the intrusion. You cling to her, arms wrapping around her neck as she continues to pound into you.

“You want to act like a brat..” she whispers into your ear, “then you’re going to get treated like one” . She punctuates her word with a particularly hard thrust, jolting you upwards. The familiar feeling of an orgasm started building in your gut.

“What happened to being my good girl, huh?” ,She nips at your ear, breathing heavily.

“Sorry daddy. I’m sorry for not being good.” The shame you had once had felt referring to her by that name was gone, you wanted a release. You didn’t actually feel bad, but you knew Kate would continue to toy with you until you apologized. Kate continues to thrust into you, your walls clenching around her strap. Your legs wrap around her waist and your nails press little red crescents into her back. You can feel her back muscles shift with every thrust of her hips. Her strap hits so far inside of you you think you might see god. Maybe god IS Kate Bishop.

“I know you’re sorry, I know” she presses a kiss to your temple, her hands groping at your tits.

“I was being mean and making fun of you”, a kiss you your lips. She slows her pace for the first time and sits up slightly. Her blue eyes scan over you, watching the bounce of your tits with each thrust, your fucked out face, hair sprawled out behind you, the bruises on you that seem to darken in front of her eyes. Her face softens as you meet her eyes.

“ you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen “, her pupils are so blown out with lust you could’ve sworn that her eyes were black. Her demeanor shifts, from the the hardass she was moments ago to a girl stricken with puppy love. Puppy love looks good on her. She continues with slow, deep thrusts into your cunt. Grabbing your hips to help meet her thrusts, she guides you.

“Feel good?” Kate checks in with you. You nod your head quickly.

“Yes, fuck Katie…feels so good”. You want to close your eyes but you’re scared to, scared to miss a moment of her concentrated face. You moan at a particularly hard thrust.

“So so pretty. So good for me” Kate mutters, you’re not sure if it’s to you or herself. Your coil begins to tighten at an alarming rate , the grand finale of the night.

“Kate…” you pant, ” I’m so close”. She smiles at you, not stopping her movements.

“Whenever you want, pretty girl”

Her words send you over the edge, and with a moan louder than expected, you cum. You cum hard, legs tensing up and locking themselves around Kate’s waist. She gives a few shallow thrusts throughout your orgasm until you’re whining for her to stop, to which she obliges. She waits a moment before she pulls out of you. You hiss at the feeling, feeling empty. Kate gently unhooks your legs from her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee before standing on shaky legs to remove her harness.

Once her strap is removed she crawls back into bed with you, pulling the comforter over you both. Her arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you close, it’s nice. She feels safe. Neither of you say anything, the only noise is your heavy breathing. It’s comfortable silence, surprisingly not awkward. After a moment you roll around to face her. Gently, you reach your hand up to her face and give her a quick kiss.

“So..” you start, searching over her face, admiring the beauty marks on her cheeks, “daddy, huh?”

Kate groans throwing her head back . She laughs slightly,

“Oh my god, shut up!”

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For sinful Sunday I have to know: kinks, toys, and volume for our Bobby boy

Kinks: This man's breeding kink is insane. Even when his partner was on birth control, he's talk about filling them up with his cum. "Gonna make ya so full of me darlin'. Gonna give it all to ya. Think it'll take? Fuck, I hope so wanna see you full of me." When its time to try for a baby? He is insatiable! You are getting fucked almost daily, not that you're complaining.

I can also see Bob being into roleplay. He goes all out, buying scrubs when y'all do a doctor/patient scenario, modifies his office a little bit when you try out student/professor. I can see him needing some coaxing when it comes to CNC though. The idea of hurting you terrifies him, but after he does some research and y'all set your boundaries, he enjoys it much more than he thought he did! One kink I can't see him being 100% into is having people watch while he's fucking you. His partner is his, and only he gets to see you like that.

Now, if it's Natasha and you're asking, that's a different story.

More under the cut!

Toys- Robert Floyd is a true man in the sense that he is not intimidated by sex toys. He sees them as a partner, a way to heighten your pleasure. He definitely has plugs, along with vibrators and a strap on for you. I can see him bringing a fleshlight with him when he's deployed and he uses it when y'all are having phone sex.

Volume: This man whines. He whimpers about how good you feel. But he's not screaming. No, he would rather make you scream about how good he feels. Bob loves a loud partner, he loves being told verbally that he's doing a great job (the man has a praise kink lbr). I think when you peg him, he gets louder. I also think he's louder than usual when y'all have sex the first time he returns from deployment. He is clingy and just needs to let you know how much he missed you, physically and verbally.

[littlenightma]

Things l Love About The Joy Ride Movies

• First up, the most obvious — Rusty’s voice. All three movies chose three great actors that are delicious to listen to on and off a CB radio.

• Ken Kirzinger who played Rusty in 3 was Mark Gibbon’s stunt double in 2.

• “How’s my little hussy?” #2 — Had me giggling and kicking my feet.

• “Hey, little girl.” #2 — Rusty makes all the boys his bitches (I may or may not have a fic in mind with Rusty fucking Bobby and a virgin!female!reader together in his barn and then kind of adopts them as his new pets).

• “No rush, no rush.” — #2 I can see him saying this in bed when you get all worked up and need a minute to calm down.

• This interview with Rusty — #2 I turned the brightness up and at some parts you can tell Rusty is smiling and he looks so precious even though he’s talking about killing people.

• The way Rusty’s hands shake when giving Bobby the dice — #2 I imagine that they shake when he gets really excited so it also happens when he’s getting ready to fuck you and he has to grip/hold something to get them to stop.

• “Get wet for me.” — #2 You don’t have to tell me twice, Rusty.

• “Where you at, baby?” #3 — *wheezes* I’M RIGHT HERE

• “I don’t party, little girl.” #3 — Because you’re old and miserable?

• When Rusty moves the hair out of Jewel’s eyes when he’s demanding her to plead on video. #3 — He should have kept her alive so he could have her all to himself. Imagine Rusty stealing not just your car (ironic in itself) but also your girl too.

• “Anyone out there know a Candy Cane?” — #1 This man spent all day looking for someone who stood him up and I can’t be certain if he was mad or not when he was asking for her the second time, but I am pretty sure he fell in love over the radio and my heart can’t take it because it was all a prank. He just wanted to find his Candy Cane :(

• “I’m not sure I’d be what you’d expect.” — #1 He’s so shy and awkward and probably has a praise kink. BUT when he starts getting comfortable enough, he’ll take control and have you coming undone.

• “What room?” #1 — I don’t know if Ted meant to do this or if I am hearing things but it really does sound like Rusty’s voice gets huskier when saying this because he can’t fucking wait to meet Candy Cane alone in a motel room and you damn well know he stood there fiddling with the bag carrying the champagne because he was so nervous.

• Rusty’s hand veins.

• His character as a whole makes the brat in me want to come out. Totally have not pictured myself getting punished by all three Rustys at the same time because Matthew, Mark, and Ken can GET IT.

• All three versions of Rusty are big boys and if you’re into big boys then you would love Rusty Nail. He’d keep you so warm and safe and would kill anyone who looked at you wrong. Literal poster boy for ‘hates everyone except you’.

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Masterlist

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Prefer to read on Ao3? I crosspost on there! Hancock's Dagger

Requests: Open!

Published:

(In other words) ︱read︱

John Hancock x reader

While high on Hancock’s couch, you get ready to tell him you’re leaving Goodneighbor tomorrow. Trouble is, the thought of kissing him just keeps distracting you. ︱ First kiss ︱ Getting together︱ Hancock is a simp ︱

Shake, rattle and roll ︱read︱

John Hancock x reader

You reunite with your lover after weeks away in the wasteland. The two of you are eager to reconnect ︱sappy smut ︱fluff︱ Hancock is a simp ︱

Well fed ︱read︱

Requested!

John Hancock x reader

After a scuffle on the road, Hancock takes care of you ︱ request! ︱pure porn ︱ trans masc! reader ︱ afab genitalia ︱ oral sex (m recieving) ︱praise kink ︱ knife play ︱service top! hancock ︱

Oh, the night's so blue ︱read pt 1.︱pt. 2 tbd︱ pt. 3 tbd︱

Something turned in my heart pt. 1

John Hancock x reader

implied/potential Nate (SoSu) x reader

After a drunken one night stand with your boss and mayor, you'd planned on hiding out in your room for several months. Those plans get delayed when Nate, general of the Minutemen and childhood friend, asks you and Hancock to join him on a quest in the west of the Commonwealth. ︱pining︱drunk sex so... dubcon?︱fell first/fell harder︱Hancock is a pining simp in this one︱ and a bit of a slut tbh︱ reader is not SoSu︱

Red nightgown blues ︱read︱

John Hancock x reader

Prompt from an ancient Livejournal Fallout kink meme. Not at all sure the original poster is active or has any idea I wrote this, but I figured I'd share it with you guys as well! Please heed the tags! ︱Miscarriage︱ reader has afab! anatomy︱ reader is the SoSu︱ angst (not much actually)︱ hurt/comfort︱ established relationship︱ reader worries about medical conditions︱

To be published:

A girl and her dog ︱August 20th︱

Cooper Howard x reader

A strange sight awaits you at the Super Duper Mart you'd been planning to make a trade at. He doesn't seem all that interested in you, but he does like your dog. ︱first meetings︱canon divergent from e4︱smut!︱

And wondering why it's me you're wronging ︱August 25th︱

John Hancock x reader

He said the mess with Bobby was nothing personal, but the glint in his eyes and his grip on your hips says otherwise ︱request!︱smut︱d/s vibes︱trans!masc reader︱ degradation︱mean Hancock in this one!!︱

Walk my way ︱August 30th︱

John Hanock x reader

You're acting like a schoolchild with a crush, despite being fully grown, second in command of the Minutemen and very much capable of holding John Hancock's hand without feeling like your face was on fire. ︱ new relationship ︱ flustered awkwardness from both of u︱ Nick and Nate are so sick of ur guys' shit︱ flirting︱ chem sharing︱ fell first/fell harder trope︱ terrible, terrible puns ︱

Currently unnamed three parter! ︱first part in september︱

John Hancock x reader

Tracking your relationship with John from neighbors in Diamond City to adults navigating life in downtown Boston ︱Childhood friends to lovers ︱ angst a plenty︱ smut! ︱miscommunication ︱Mistaken/concealed identity︱more tags to be added ︱

Promised never to ride (on another bronco) ︱tbd︱

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

Captured and tied, your captors toy with you to torture their enemy, the Ghoul. Left alone, with some unknown chem running through your veins, you get him to comfort you. ︱ SEX POLLEN!! ︱so dub-con︱still enthusiastic consent from u︱ oddly soft cooper︱ his first time in 200 years︱ ooc cooper?? I hope not but I'm a soft bitch and I need soft love︱

We’re not above birds (let’s misbehave) ︱tbd︱

John Hancock x reader

A quick little chem break on the road ︱smut︱shotgunning︱intoxicated sex︱

My love is a rider ︱tbd︱

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

The mojave: 2280. The backdrop for the perfect modern cowboy romance, right? ︱ohoh this one'll get freaky. I'm keeping my secrets︱

Singing my song (of loneliness) something turned in my heart pt. 2 ︱ tbd ︱

John Hancock x reader

Possible Nate Fallout (lmao what's his last name again) x reader

You weren't exactly sure how you'd been dragged from your comfortable bed in the Old State House to act as a therapist for the Sole Survivor, but here you were, in the great Green Jewel, with cooling noodles in front of you and a crying Nate on your shoulder ︱Very possibly maybe a threesome sitch? ︱ more of an introspective piece︱ reader is not SoSu ︱

Reduced to skin and bone ︱ tbd ︱

Multi-parter

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

Falling in love with an older, failing actor in the throes of divorce was definitely not the best career move for you, an up and coming Hollywood script writer, but something about those eyes drew you in... ︱ pre-war ︱ post-war ︱ very romantic ︱ personal drama ︱ tons of smut ︱ older man/younger woman ︱ fucked up vault-tec experiments ︱ more tags to be added ︱

[lexi-pup]

Bathena Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

It’s not over yet but I decided to start the masterlist with the ones I have completed. Under the cut will be link, title, prompt, and short summary if it’s even long enough to have one.

Hope you’ve been enjoying! Hopefully I can get the inspiration to finish the final 4 lol.

Day 1:

Bathena’s First Time LINK

Kink: Body Worship

Summary: After another date with Athena, Bobby felt he was ready to take things further tonight. Athena, ecstatic at this decides to make this a night he won’t forget any time soon.

This one has a full version that can be found HERE.

Day 2:

All Pent Up LINK

Kink: Masturbation

Summary: While her husband is working a shift, Athena takes care of herself after being pent up all day thanks to him being flirty with her.

Day 3:

The Toy Box LINK

Kink: Cock Ring

Summary: Bobby returns home from grocery shopping to find Athena has their toy box out in the bedroom. Having a special need that only he could satisfy.

Day 4:

Who’s a Good Boy? LINK

Kink: Praise Kink

Summary: One morning, Athena is feeling particularly needy. So she decides to give Bobby a little present. Something to try out in the bedroom for some morning fun.

Day 5:

Sergeant Nash Can’t Wait LINK

Kink: Phone Sex

Summary: When Athena can’t wait for Bobby to get home, she takes matters into her own hands. Fortunately after some apprehension, he gets just as needy for her.

Day 6:

Be Quiet or my Team Will Hear LINK

Kink: Office Sex

Summary: Athena comes down to the 118 to have some fun in Bobby’s office.

Day 7:

Athena Gets Caught LINK

Kink: Pillow Humping

Summary: Unable to wait for Bobby to come home, Athena decides to get herself off. Not realizing how soon he was going to walk through the door.

Day 8:

Lost in a Fantasy LINK

Kink: Handcuffs

Summary: Bobby has been a bad boy… so bad that Sergeant Grant needs to handcuff him and take him down to the station. AKA their bedroom for a more thorough inspection. Just to make sure he isn’t secretly hiding anything from her.

Day 9:

Make Me Feel Good LINK

Kink: Face Sitting

Summary: After throwing their clothes off, Bobby and Athena fell back onto the bed. Athena choosing to not waste a single second before straddling Bobby’s head.

Day 10:

Talk Dirty to Me LINK

Kink: Degradation

Summary: After winning a game, Bobby takes control of how things go in the bedroom that night.

Day 11:

Come Here, Handsome LINK

Kink: Formal Wear

Summary: In a universe where Bobby didn’t quit during the award ceremony, he and Athena have some fun when they get home.

Day 12:

Captain’s Orders LINK

Kink: Role Reversal

Summary: Tonight, Bobby is in charge while Athena is handcuffed to the bed and at his mercy.

Day 13:

I’m in Control LINK

Kink: Fight for Dominance

Summary: Bobby wants to be the dom tonight but Athena isn’t willing to give it up so easily.

Day 14:

Beg me, Baby LINK

Kink: Orgasm Delay/Denial

Summary: N/A

Day 15:

Riding Your Thigh LINK

Kink: Dry Humping

Summary: N/A

Day 16:

Best Thing About Getting Dirty Together… LINK

Link: Shower Sex

Summary: …is getting clean together.

A continuation of that scene.

Day 17:

Tears From Laughter LINK

Kink: Tickle Kink

Summary: N/A

Day 18:

My Sweet Pet LINK

Kink: Pet Play

Summary: it was still a new scenario and kink for them. But they were both enjoying it. So much so that Bobby sat at the front door and waited for Athena to come home like a good boy.

Day 19:

Baby, Don’t Tease me Like That… LINK

Kink: Strip Tease

Summary: N/A

Day 20:

Happy Birthday, Bobby! LINK

Kink: Pegging

Summary: N/A

Day 21:

Obsessed With You LINK

Kink: Yandere

Summary: Feeling a little kinky one day leads to Bathena roleplaying again. This time? Athena is a crazy girlfriend that ‘drugs’ her handsome boyfriend to keep him forever.

Day 22:

A Vampire’s Snack LINK

Kink: Biting / Vampire AU

Summary: After another date, Athena decides it’s time to put a few of her powers to use. Including love bites that heightened the pleasure for Bobby and hypnotizing him into a calm yet still horny state.

This one inspired my multi chapter vampire!Grant family fic. Can’t Fight the Moonlight can be found HERE.

Day 23:

Her Demon LINK

Kink: Dubcon with Demon!Bobby

Summary: One spooky night, Athena has an unexpected houseguest. A demon that she can’t help but get wet over. After all, it’s just a dream… right? Wet dreams are perfectly normal to have.

Day 24:

The Face Behind the Mask LINK

Kink: Mirror Sex with Phantom!Bobby

Summary: One year ago, a fire broke out at an LA theater. That same day, Captain Nash disappeared but strange things started to happen at that theater after these events.

Now a year later, Athena is the one brave enough to investigate the real life Phantom of the Opera while hoping to find some clues on the missing fire Captain.

Day 25:

Muzzled LINK

Kink: Gags with werewolf!Bobby

Summary: N/A

Day 26:

You’re My Aliens LINK

Kink: Threesome / sort of size difference

Summary: My excuse to do a threesome between Bathena and the lady!reader.

It’s been a few months since you were abducted by the two humanoid aliens. It was weird at first but you soon began loving what they did to you. It was only fair to give them your love in return.

Day 27: Will be posted later

Day 28:

Day 29:

Day 30:

Day 31:

[spnbangbang]

Face the Pain

Author: nickelkeep

Artist: tallula03

Primary Ship:  Bobby/Crowley

Other Ships:  Jody/Donna

Length: 5,000

Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings 

Tags: AU- Modern, AU- BDSM, Submissive Bobby, Dom Crowley, Finding Love Later in Life, Classic BDSM Tropes, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Wax Play, Gay Sex

Summary After a long and stressful day at his salvage yard, Bobby Singer needs one of his 'special' breaks— a trip to Juliet's, Sioux Falls' best little BDSM dungeon no one has ever heard of. However, when he gets there, his Domme, Mistress Jody, isn't available. Wound up and stressed out, Bobby is about to leave when another Dom, a gentleman who introduces himself as Crowley, offers his services for the night, even offering them for free when Bobby politely says he doesn't swing for the same team.

But free is free, and what should be a one-off session turns out to be a life-changing moment for Bobby.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

[beautifulandvoid]

Party Time

inspired by one of the prompts I posted a little while ago,

"Overly competitive for a children's game", this is part of the Bob and 'Sota series, which I highly recommend you read both parts before this one. This also has unhinged smut, idk where it came from, but i even shocked myself with what I wrote.

AFAB!reader, smut (like a lot), fluff, slight bdsm, DOM BOBBY!!, praise kink, daddy kink.

Word count: 3.6k words

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If your age is not in your bio or pinned post you will be blocked, NO exceptions. I do not consent to my works being posted into any third party or AI generator.

Bob Floyd Masterlist

You pushed the cart full of supplies for the party, you had at least 20 burgers and 10 pounds of ribs. Among the other ingredients you needed. Bob trailing behind you with a cart full of beer and other drinks, “you know, next time let's make it a byob party. We’ll be bankrupt if we have to buy beer every time for the squad.” You laugh at him as you drop a jumbo pack of solo cups into your cart. You and Bobby were throwing a party to celebrate living together for a year. Your phone pinged, you glanced down to see that Nat has texted you. “Sota, do I need to bring anything? Snacks, drinks, beer since we’re going to bankrupt you. 😂” You turn to see Nat at the end of the aisle laughing at you. You signal to Bobby that she's behind you. He turns, rolling his eyes when he sees her. “Hi lovebirds. So should I pick up beer so we don't bankrupt you Bob?” She pulls you into a hug, sticking her tongue out at him.

He groans, pushing the cart away from her. You laugh at him following suit, “we’ll see you later Nat! 6pm, don’t come early unless you want to risk walking in on us again!” Bob whips around with a ‘what the fuck’ look on his face. You giggle at him grabbing plates off the shelf. “She only walked in on us 1 time, ya know” “no, she only walked in on us on base, one time. She's walked in on us doing it at least 3 times at the house.” He grabs another after you, subtlety smacking your ass as he does “you think 20 is enough? They don't know how to reuse a plate.” You push your cart to the checkout, and $650 later the two of you have everything in the car. Bob starts the ribs when you get home, you starting on the multitude of salads it takes to feed the lot. 

An hour later the salads are done, and the cheesecake is sitting in the fridge. Bob slides his hand up your back, brushing your hair aside. He buries his face in your neck, sliding his hand up your shirt to your boobs. You laugh and push him off, “c’mon we don't have time.”, “yes we do.” “that's what you said the time on base that Mav caught us. We’re lucky he only saw your shoulders and not anything else” He laughs at you, muttering into your shoulder,  “They won't be here for 6 hours. Plenty of time.” He gently pushes you up against the counter, sliding his hand into the band of your shorts, “Bobby. With your appetite, we will not get done and cleaned up on time. Besides, I need a nap.” He laughs into your shoulder, reaching to grab his phone. “Ok, I set an alarm for 4:30. Go take a nap, and I'll wake you up then.” He guides you towards the stairs, gently pushing you up them. 

You trudge up the stairs, shedding your clothes and turning the shower on. After your shower, you put one of his shirts on and put your heatless curlers in. Bob always makes fun of you, saying you look like an alien. You crash the second your head hits his pillow, his smell wrapping you like a comforting hug. What felt like minutes later, he was gently shaking you awake. “Hi miss alien, time to wake up now.” With a groan, you let him pull you out of bed. You get ready for the party, taking longer so you can watch him in the shower. “And I'm the one with an appetite. I can see you staring sota.” You blush as you realize you've been caught. He hops out smacking your ass as he passes. “BOBBY!” He laughs as he walks into the closet to get dressed. As you finish setting everything on the counter, you hear a loud knock at the door. 

“HELLO! LOVEBIRDS! I'M HERE!!! GET YOUR CLOTHES ON!!” You laugh with Bobby, Nat has arrived. “Come in Nat! We’re dressed.” She pushes the door open, kicking her shoes off. “I figured I'd make myself very loud, since the last 3 times you somehow didn’t hear me.” Bob groans next to you, you pushing off the counter and walking towards her.  “What are you carrying?” She sets the board games on the coffee table, you glance at them 'chutes and ladders’, ‘monopoly’, ‘operation’. “Nat, why did you bring childrens games?” you hear Bob call out from behind you. She pulls you into a hug, hooking your arms together before she backs you up towards Bob. “because why not? I figured it would be fun to get drunk and play with them. See Jake crash out over monopoly.” You all laugh as you hear from behind you, “I only did that ONE time, and that was when we were at Top Gun the first time.” You turn to see Jake and Bradley standing in the doorway. “We brought beer.” Bradley says as he holds up the 12 pack. 

They kick off their shoes and join your trio in the kitchen. Bob pulls you into his arms as the rest of the squad trickles in. You clock Monica and Reuben coming in. Monica sees you staring at Nova, who's now almost 2, “do you want to go see Auntie Sota? Go get her” Nova comes toddling over to you, you picking her up and cuddling her close. “Ok, everyone! The food is ready, we have ribs and burgers. Callie, we made chicken for you. There's plenty of salads, so please eat up! Also I have cheesecake, and a snickers salad for dessert.” “what the fuck is a snickers salad?” Jake cuts you off. “A. snickers. Salad. You'll see what it is. Ok everyone, eat up!” they make their way through the buffet line you had set up. You and Bob hung back, letting everyone get food first. You moved to set up Nova's high chair, and Monica set her food in front of her.  Bob inisited you sit down, and made a plate for you. He sat it down in front of you, sitting down by you and Nat. After the squad has consumed all of the food you had made, you pull the cheesecake and salad out of the fridge. 

“What the fuck am i looking at?” Jake says as he stares at the snickers salad. “A snickers salad. It's snickers, apples, caramel sauce, and cool whip. It's a midwest staple. Just wait til you hear what Ambrosia salad is.” He hesitantly takes some, along with a cheesecake slice. You make everyone wait to try the salad until they're all in front of you. “Ok, go!” They all try it at the same time, moaning when they realize how good it is. Jake stands up and grabs another scoop, sitting back down before he devours the whole thing. “We have games, so once we're all done we can play those.” Bobby chimes in as everyone begins to finish up. Everyone helped clean up, something surprising from the normal parties you host. 

You all fall over laughing as Jake crashes out “IF I LAND ON A CHUTE ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!!! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU ALL IN THE SKY MONDAY!!” Bradley rubs his arm trying to calm him down. He had landed on every single chute and had yet to make it above halfway. “Seeing as Jake is losing it, we’re gonna head out.” Reuben announces. You wave goodbye to them as Jake lands on yet another chute. He stares at the board, eerily silent. “Don't you dare flip the board Jake, if you do when we play monopoly and i won't let you be on the same team as Bradley.” You tell him. Callie and Nat laugh at your threat, knowing Jake would rather do anything than not be on a team with his boyfriend. They are coming up on a year together, you finally telling them when you moved to hurry up and fuck each other. 

“Ok, I say it's monopoly time. Jake’s clearly never getting to the end of this.” Nat declares once it's been an hour and half since you started it. “Hey.” Jake nudges you with his foot, “yes, Jake?”, “Is there more of the Snickers salad, and can I have the recipe?” You laugh at him pointing at the fridge, he hops up pulling the bowl out of the fridge. He opened the cabinet to get a bowl, “Jake, how do you know where the bowls are?” He points at Bob, who shrugs and slinks his arm around you pulling you into his side. Jake plops down on the couch next to you. Nat hands you the dog, you’re never anything but the dog. You spend the next 2 hours playing monopoly, you and Bob having hotels on all of your properties, “you. Fucking. Bitch.” Mickey says to you after he lands on park place, completely bankrupting him and Javy. “ok, we’re leaving. Enjoy my money fuckers.” You all say bye as the duo leaves, leaving Nat and Callie, Jake and Bradley and you and Bob. 

You bankrupt Jake and Bradley, Jake threatening to break in and find the snickers salad recipe the next time you leave. Jelly, who had been sleeping on the ouch behind him, pipped up meowing at him incessantly for pets. He pulled her onto his lap, clearly not interested in heading out until the game was over. That is until it was 11:30 and the game was nowhere near the end. “Ok, we need to leave now. Just tie it already.” The duo left leaving just the 4 of you. “I agree. I'm tired, I say we leave the board as is and we can finish it another time.” Callie says standing and stretching. You hug the two goodbye and help Bobby finish cleaning up.

 As he stands at the counter, you slide up behind him grabbing his ass. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “C’mon Bobby, we’re all alone now. And you know how those shorts make me crazy.” You press your hand back up against him, him reaching out to stop you. “Behave. I’ll give you what you want soon.’’ You test him again, before he whips you around pushing you onto the counter on your stomach. You hear him whip his belt off, before you feel him pull your wrists together with it. “I told you to behave, but you didn’t listen.” He flips your dress over your back, before pulling your panties down. 

He responds to your groan with a smack to your ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. He slides his hands between your folds, “i’ll give you what you want,” he flips you over so he can see your face, “c’mon, be a good girl for me.” You whimper at the tone of his voice, your sweet loving Bobby is gone, and his Dom alter ego has arrived. He ruts up against your legs as he pulls you to the edge of the counter. “You want me so badly, I'm going to take my time. Because this is my pussy, no one else's. No one can make you feel like this but me, right baby?” He teases you as he slides his fingers through your folds, stopping right before your clit. “No, no one else.” 

He responds with a quick smack to your folds, “no, what?” “No, daddy, no one el-”, “GOD DAMNIT, NOT AGAIN!”  you both whip your heads to see Nat standing there holding her jacket she forgot. “LOCK THE DAMN DOOR NEXT TIME!!!” She yells as she slams the front door closed. You look at each other before bursting into laughter, “even if we did she’d just use her key to get in.” Bob pulls you back to the edge of the counter, his fingers immediately sliding into you. You throw your head back with an almost pornagraphic moan. It doesn't take long before you're teetering on the edge, “bobby please, let me cum. Please!” He pulls his fingers out of you immediately, “clearly i didn’t make myself clear enough. That’s not my name, darling. Hmm, what to do, what to do?” he mutters as he teasingly walks around the counter, he pulls you off and lays you over the kitchen table. He readjusts his belt holding your wrists together, making sure they aren't burning you. “I think 10 will do, but what I use will be up to you.” he says as he rubs his hand over your ass. “Your hands please, Bobby. Please” 

He clicks his tongue, “well now i get to choose, and it's up to 15. Wait here darling, well it's not like you can move anyway.” you hear him go upstairs, not daring to move. He comes back down what feels like an entirety later, you glance to see that he has the soft paddle. You feel yourself getting wetter as you realize that he grabbed it so he could spank your- his pussy safely. “Count them baby, and thank me after each one. Miss one, and I add on. But my baby can take it, can't she?” He glides the paddle down your back, before pulling it back and swinging it. “Thank you, daddy.” He only hums, before repeating the process. “Count the last 5 babies, you're being such a good girl for daddy. I bet you want to come don't you.” He slides his hand between your legs, spreading them open more, rolling his fingers through your folds. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, savoring your taste. 

You whimper as you count the last 5 hits, all of which he lands right on your pussy. He sets the paddle on the table next to your head, before he flips you onto your back. He moves to the other side of the table and pulls you so your head is hanging off. He motions for you to undo his pants, and you do so as quickly as you can with your hands tied up. He pulls the belt off your hands and slides his hands into your hair. “You wanted daddy so bad right baby? Well, show daddy how bad you wanted him. Hmm, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”, you nod as you slide him into your mouth. His hands grip your hair as he guides you to go faster, he knows exactly how far to push you and your gag reflexes. You pull one of his hands to your throat, he loves feeling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby. C’mon just like that.” He pushes into you slightly causing you to see stars, he quickly pulls out of your throat before pulling you off the table and to your knees. You pull him back into your mouth, and it isn't long before he’s bucking into your throat chasing his release. 

You bring him over the edge, rubbing your thighs together to get any type of friction down there. He pulls you off the floor and back onto the table, hooking your legs over his shoulders. You don't have a moment before he's diving in like a man starved. You grip his hair, trying to guide him closer. “You keep tugging and I'll go slower, be nice to my hair baby. I’m trying to enjoy my pussy.” he says as he pulls away, causing you to whimper and cry out. “Bo-daddy please, please!” He hums a praise you can't quite make out, before continuing to bring you to the edge. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, “daddy, please. Please, please can I cum. Please?” He pulls back causing you to cry out, “only because you got my name right baby.” He pulls you over the edge, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he works you through your orgasm.

You lay on the table as you feel him stand. “Color babygirl?”, “green, like neon fucking green.” He chuckles at your eagerness, as he rubs your thighs. “Do you want to go upstairs, or should I take you here?”, “here, please.” he hums, as he walks away from you, “where are you going? Are you just torturing me?” He walks back into your view carrying the blanket from the couch. He lifts your butt up sliding it under you, “have to make you comfortable, I don't plan on being done with you anytime soon.” He steps between your legs, lining himself up. He makes eye contact with you as he pushes in, causing you to grip his shoulders as you try to adjust. “God, you're so tight. Hm, I should've worked you more.” he says as he begins fucking you harder. He pulls your legs up to his shoulders, giving him an angle to fuck you harder. “Daddy!” hearing you call him that causes him to growl animalistically, before he slides his thumb to your clit. “C’mon baby, cum for me. You're doing so well for me, keep being a good girl for me. C’mon” He pushes you over the edge again, you can feel his hips stalling as he chases his high behind yours. He collapses on top of you, your pussy still clenching around him.

“fuck, baby. Still green?” you nod in response, running your hands through his hair. He gently pulls out of you, groaning as he sees him spilling out of you. He grabbed the polaroid, taking pictures for his next deployment. You can help but giggle as he glances up at you through the tops of his glasses.  “They are hot you know, right? I don't know why they call them ‘birth control glasses’, they should call them ‘baby making glasses’”. He groans at your teasing. “Hmm, maybe we should practice that baby making then huh?” You pull him back down to kiss him, before he pulls you off the table. Guiding you over to the couch, you straddle him sliding him back in. He throws his head back, groaning as he can still feel his cum inside of you. You roll your hips, tempting him as you kiss up his neck. 

He slowly rolls his hips to match yours, causing you to moan into his shoulder. He adjusts on the couch, giving his feet a sturdy stance to buck up into you. “Daddy, please. Give it to me.” He growls as he pulls back out, flipping you over to your stomach and sliding you back in. “fuck, please!” He pushes you down to the couch, using his angle to rail into you as you try to find a grip on the couch. He pulls you off the couch, pushing you onto the coffee table, before sliding back in. He rails you within an inch of your life, your third orgasm quickly coming crashing into you. He fucks you thorugh your orgasm as you grip the edge of the coffee table. “Fuck baby, come for me.” He pulls out and you feel his warmth splatter across your butt and lower back. You can feel him smear it down, the click of the camera going off again. 

“You're such a good girl for me. Aren't you baby, you know that.” You groan in response, not trusting your ability to speak. He leaves, returning just a moment later with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up. He pulled you into his lap on the couch, wrapping you in a blanket. “Nat’s gonna kill us. We fucked up the monopoly board. Whoopsies?” you say after a few quiet moments. Bobby laughs, wrapping his arms around you looking at the destruction of the monopoly board. “We probably should have moved it, huh? Well, we’ll get her a new one, because there's no way she wants this one back.” The two of you laugh, before you look at your phone, realizing that it was 2am. 

“Jesus, it’s 2am? You don't have to work tomorrow, right?” you turn to him, also showing him the text from Nat saying to make sure to use protection, well too late for that. “I do not, which means we have all day to lounge around, fuck, bake the cookies i know you want to.” He says as he stands from the ouch, pulling you into a bridal position. You giggle as he carries you up the stairs. He sets you on the toilet, turning the bath on. You take care of yourself before he gently helps you into the warm water, settling in behind you. “So, baby making practice? Careful there Bobby, you need to get a ring first.” you tease at him as you remember what he said to you earlier.

“Get a ring? Baby, I bought one the day after you agreed to be my girlfriend. You haven't found it because it's with one of the Daggers, and no, they won't tell you which one has it.” you laugh at him, as the two of you finish and get out. He dresses you in one of his shirts, as the two of you get into bed. You snuggle into his shoulder, falling asleep quickly, you swear you hear him mutter something about when he’ll do it. You're too blissed out to care at the moment, but you’ll ask him tomorrow.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you liked it! This will be cross posted on my Ao3, ElizaKazansky86, that is the only place and name it will be under!

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Obey me brothers in bed part 2 of 7

Minors DNI

Beel

Beel is such a sweetheart, he loves praising you and he is just so scared of hurting you, so normally sex with Beel is sweet and caring.

Beel is the definition of soft dom CHANGE. MY. MIND.

He prefers eating you out/ sucking you off, then receiving. What can he say? You are his favorite flavor. 

Contrary to popular belief, I don't think he is found of food play. He likes it, but not his favorite thing, he likes to taste only you in bed. 

I think he likes the smell of you when you sweat or when you workout.

He has fucked you at least once in the kitchen.

Beel takes so much time in foreplay, he doesn't want to hurt you.

He loves lifting you up, both in the sexual and not sexual way.

Beel thinks you look pretty when tied up, like meat when drying up.

He secretly loves to see you cry at the stretch of his cock.

As I said before Beel is mostly a soft dom, BUT when hungry, jealous or you teased him too much he turns into a beast, he fucks you hard, handling you like a fleashlight, when on this state he only growls, he doesn't say a word he just attacks you. Biting your neck, marking you  claiming you as his,  only his. If he finds out you are REALLY into him being rough, he will start to be rougher with you, slowly the soft sex will turn rough, he will still be sweet to you tho, he just started to care, just a little bit less, about hurting you.

The aftercare is always soft. When rough, he says he is sorry so many times.

He will never hit you tho… the only way he likes to see you cry is out of pleasure, maybe some pain if we count the stretch of his big cock, but that's beside the point. 

One thing that I said before, in Belphie's post, there will be threesomes between you, him and Belphie.

Beel will be there treating you like you are made of glass while Belphie degrades you and slaps your ass or bites your thighs.

Beel is into cumming inside, he loves the way your belly gets even more stuffed than before.

He likes your breasts, small, large or medium, he doesn't care, he likes sucking them, groping them etc…

One thing beel finds hot is chasing you, but he would never bring up the topic to you.

He loves the small sounds you make when you two are doing the deed.

Beel have broken the bed at least once while fucking you.

He has a breeding kink.

For what is worth, I don't think beel is innocent, I think he is just a soft guy with some kinks and has an idea of how to please you, I think he has some experience, nothing like Asmo, Mammon or Lucifer  but still he has some.

Ways you can tease Beel:

Suck anything, wear work clothing like short shorts and a tank top,  play tag with him, baking can also make him horny,  soft touches (like toching his man bobbies by "accident"), flavored lipstick and you playing with children (makes him think of creating a family with you).

Thank you for reading.

From: your dear author <3