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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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People Can See [Maxwell Lord x F! Reader] SMUT

Request by @luvzoria: hey sweetpea! i have a req! you obviously don't have to do this but it's my birthday today and it gave me the idea of surprise sex? with any pedro character (personal favs tho : max lord, pero tovar, frankie, marcus moreno, and javier peña)surprise birthday sex 👀 in a risky public place maybe? public teasing? if you're okay with that!! again thanks hun!!

Rating: 18+

Warnings: SMUT— unprotected p in v, public sex, exhibitionism, creampie, Max has a daddy kink, a lot of teasing, fingering, and also mention of food.

Word count: 2.6k words

Authors note: Happy birthday lovey! Michelle, I'm sorry this is a few days late but this is for you angel! I hope it's okay and I hope you had a fab day all things considered. I send you all my love. Xx

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," the guests at your annual birthday gala hummed in unison as your favourite chef brought over your cake. Courtesy of your boyfriend Maxwell, it was a three tier chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and your name delicately placed on top in intricately detailed fondant.

"Maxie," you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. You placed your hand on your boyfriend's thigh, rubbing it under the table. "This is too much. You shouldn't have."

"Anything for you, my princess," he whispered, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear. Leaning in further, he pressed a kiss into your lobe, before giving it a small and teasing kitten lick. You grabbed his thigh even harder, your fingernails digging into his skin and giggled at your gesture. When he pulled away, he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, as if to ask why are you giggling? He knew fine well. "Make a wish." he mumbled as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

There was no way you could possibly wish for anything. Dating Maxwell Lord meant that you could never want for nothing. He provided you with a beautiful home, lavish and luxurious clothes and jewellery, but most importantly he provided you with his love and warmth. You closed your eyes and wished that this happiness would last forever. There was no place you'd rather be, surrounded by your family and friends on your birthday— but most importantly, with Maxwell, the love of your life.

"You kept teasing me at the table." you muttered with a joking roll of your eyes. You and Maxwell were walking along the table filled with little bites to eat. Picking at the finger food, you both filled up your plates.

"Now sweetheart, you know that wasn't teasing," he chastised with a smirk. You nodded, knowing that he could do much worse. "Teasing could be you rubbing my thigh all night, huh? Did you think about that?"

As a matter of fact you had. Maxwell looked so handsome in his three piece tuxedo. The black pants and matching Armani jacket with the white button down suited him so well, but it didn't change the fact you desperately wanted to peel off that bow tie and have him gag you with it. You supposed it could wait until you got back to your hotel suite. You didn't answer, picking up a small item of food and shoving it into his mouth. He took it willingly, but stopped to wrap his lips around your finger, sucking teasingly.

"Maxie," you groaned wantonly. "People might see." He pulled off you with a pop.

"Let them watch." he shrugged casually before picking up another piece of food to go onto his plate.

Your birthday gala was a massive success, but you had no doubt it would be. Maxwell was always the best at hosting events. Your favourite part of the night was when he held you in your arms and you slow-danced to Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis, which was one of Max's all time favourites. You rested your head into your boyfriend's chest as his arms held your waist, swinging your hips in time with the music.

"You look absolutely stunning in that dress," Maxwell growled in your ear. You recognised that lilt in his voice immediately. Leaning back, you caught a glimpse of that primal look on his face, as well as a glint of lust in his already darkened eyes. "So glad to call you mine."

His hand maneuvered round to the curve of your ass and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up as you slowly looked around the ballroom, hoping nobody had noticed Maxwell's sudden onset affection. Thankfully, they hadn't. Other couples were too busy gazing into one another's eyes, or feasting upon the buffet on the other side of the room. In a crowded room, all Maxwell could focus on was you, his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend.

"I love you." you confessed with a happy hum.

"I love you too darling."

The night was still young but it seemed most people had taken a break from dancing, filing back to their tables to chat some more. You were making your way around all the different tables, wanting to make sure to speak to everyone and thank them for coming and bringing gifts. You slid into an unoccupied seat at the Black Gold Cooperative table, a huge smile on your face as you began talking to your old colleagues, and Max's employees.

Max approached you, holding a tired Alistair in his arms. Alistair, his son, was hugging one of your balloons tight to his chest as he fell in and out of sleep. "I'm gonna take Alistair back to our hotel room, he's exhausted," Maxwell announced and you nodded in affirmation before gently pressing a kiss into Alistair's forehead. "I won't be long." he promised before walking away.

"Mr Lord is so sweet for doing all of this for you," Raquel, Maxwell's assistant gushed.

"You know you can call him Max when he's not here." you giggled and Raquel blushed.

"Well I remember when Mr Lor- I mean Max first met you. He changed almost instantaneously. Less miserable, more polite. We all think you made him into a better person." Raquel revealed.

"Really?" you questioned, your eyes going wide at her revelation. The rest of the table nodded their heads in unison, confirming your question.

When Maxwell returned, his bow tie was slightly wonky and his hair had fallen out of it's style. You tucked a loose strand back into place. "You okay?" you pouted, letting your fingers trace the buttons on his shirt. You pulled out a chair next to you so he could sit down at the table.

"Yeah, Alistair couldn't settle so I had to sing to him," he frowned. "You should've been there," he chastised you teasingly. "You're usually the one who sings him lullabies."

You giggled, resting your head on Maxwell's shoulder. "You're such a good daddy."

Daddy— it was the word that set a fire in Maxwell's stomach and you knew it. Everytime you said it, you said it deliberately. You said it to gain a reaction out of him. You felt his body stiffen up and you watched as his hand slowly glide over his crotch, covering his hardening cock. It was crazy how just one word spoken by you could get him going. The rest of the table cooed and awed in delight at how sweet you both were, but even Max knew that your intentions were far beyond sweet. He'd been teasing you all night at your own birthday party, but two can play at that game.

Maxwell stayed silent for the next few minutes as you laughed and joked with your friends, telling them about how brilliant your birthday had been. He fidgeted awkwardly, his dark eyes watching you intently as you took small sips of your champagne and fumbled with the gold rings adorning your fingers. You were truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.

When you were deep enough into conversation with Raquel about the brand new 1984 Polaroid camera Maxwell had gotten you, he took his chance to slide his hand up the hem of your dress. He peeled back the thin glittering sheath and drew small circles into the inside of your thigh. His actions almost took your breath away but you kept your cool, acting unfazed, like it wasn't even bothering you.

It would be okay. His hand was under the table cloth and nobody could see anyway. If he just wanted to stroke the soft skin of your legs, that was fine too. As long as you acted normal, pretending like your boyfriend wasn't touching you in front of all these people. You were doing a good job of seeming unbothered, it actually irked Max. He was doing all of this to see your reaction. He maneuvered his large, ring clad hand to the apex of your thigh, rolling the pads of his middle finger and index finger along your slick wet folds. You were evil for not wearing panties tonight. He couldn't believe how soaked you already were from just the slightest of touches, but, to be fair, you two had been teasing each other all night. His finger inched up to your clit and he began to swirl it around in tight circles.

The gasp you let out was almost inhumane and you felt your cheeks heat up. Maxwell kept working at you, trying to hide the smirk that graced his lips.

"Are you okay?" Raquel asked inquisitively.

Before you could even reply, Maxwell slid one thick finger into your aching core, doubling down until you felt his knuckles against your skin. "Y-yes," you choked out, reaching for your glass of champagne. "Think I just need a drink."

Your boyfriend continued to pump his finger in and out of you whilst sitting at the same table as his own employees. You kept taking sips of your drink to try and hide the longing moans that escaped your lips as he stretched you out. You felt wonderful around him, and he couldn't help but slip a second finger in. You made a fist, bunching up the material of your dress in your hand. When you began to feel your walls flutter around him, you knew your orgasm was approaching and that you wouldn't be able to stay quiet for him. You grabbed his wrist and shot him a knowing look. Slowly, he removed his finger from your core and you groaned at the loss of his fullness.

"Want more?" he whispered into your ear. You nodded quickly and he took your hand, whisking you away from the table and into a dark corner.

You began to palm at him through his pants, already eagerly trying to tug off his tuxedo jacket and pull off his bow tie. "C-can we go to the hotel room?" you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. You pushed your body against his as his hands stroked your bare arms, relishing the moment.

"Oh honey, but Alistair's up there sleeping," Max cooed, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows together in disdain.

"Maxieee," you groaned, pressing your thighs together. "But I need you."

The three words made Maxwell's cock twitch. He needed you too. He could already feel his precum begin to leak out from the tip of his manhood, staining his underwear. He looked around the ballroom. Everyone was too busy dancing and talking to notice you and Max had even left the scene. "Do you think they can see us?" he asked quizzically, his voice low as he brought his hand to your breast. He began to massage it through the thin material of your dress, giving it the occasional squeeze.

You contemplated his words. You were under a canopy, in the shadows. They probably wouldn't be able to see you from where they were standing, but if anyone approached this area, you'd soon become visible. "Right now? No, I don't think so." you hummed, weighing the scenario out in your mind. Max nodded his head in agreement before bringing his hand to your face. Under the dim light, his fingers still shone with your arousal, from when he had fingered you under the table earlier.

He brought his index finger to your lips, tracing them gently before pushing it into your mouth. You whimpered, sucking on his finger (just like he'd done to you earlier), and lapping up all your juices. Your bodies were pressed together and you began to run your knee over his erection, earning a few strangled moans from Max. "Now now Maxie, what are we going to do about this?" you hummed around his finger before he eventually pulled it away from you.

He looked around the ballroom once more, astonished that it had been a few minutes and no one had yet to see you both. He placed his hands on your hips and pressed you against the wall, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his knees, along with his black pair of boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw how hard he already was for you, how desperate his thick cock was for your pretty little cunt. You dropped your hands to the base of his manhood and gave it a small stroke.

"Ngh— no," Max shook his head as he choked out a groan. "Just need to be inside of you." he confessed.

He pulled up your dress so it was bunched around your waist and propped up one of your legs, wrapping it around him. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against your entrance and you gasped wantonly, spreading yourself as open as you could and running your fingers through his hair.

"People might see." you whispered, grinding your pussy along his cock in desperation. He kept nudging himself against you, teasing, as always.

"You're so fucking hot," Maxwell whispered, gently pushing himself into you. His hand snapped up to your mouth, trying to silence your moans of pleasure as his thickness stretched you open. "You're so tight for me, aren't you princess?"

You couldn't even reply, and instead just nodded as the lust clouded your every thought. He doubled back before pushing himself completely into you, enjoying the way felt around his manhood. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, having you all to himself, not having to share you with anyway. He couldn't believe was fucking you in front of hundreds of guests at your own birthday gala— and you were letting him. "You- fuck, you take me so well." he praised.

"Oh Max, I don't think I'm gonna last long." you admitted, digging your fingernails into his dress shirt as he increased his speed. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of you everytime.

"I'm gonna make you cum at your own birthday party," he announced with a low, gravely chuckle. "Gonna cum around daddy's cock, aren't you princess?"

"Mm, yes daddy. Please let me cum on your cock— ah!"

You bit down on his shoulder as his hips snapped into yours and you felt your climax undo, nothing but pure satisfaction washing over you. As Max felt you quiver around him, it spurred him over the edge and he spilt ropes of his seed inside of you, painting your pretty walls.

You stayed there for a few moments, against the wall, both heaving and panting, until Max's cock eventually softened and fell out of you. He sighed, carefully dropping you back to the ground and tucking himself back into his pants. You smoothed out his hair and he used his thumb to swipe away any of your smudged makeup.

"Happy birthday princess," he mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss into your lips. "Are you ready to go back to the party?"

You nodded happily, kissing him back. "I am. I love you so much."

Maxwell took your hand and held you close, the both of you heading back into the light and walking over to the dance floor. "I love you too." he revealed as he wrapped his hands around your waist and began to slow dance with you again.

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deviantofthemind · 4 years ago

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Sanders Sides Ficmas 2020

↪ 𝔉𝔦𝔠𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 🎁

Dec 2: Gingerbread Rating: E

Janus comes home from a long business trip, stressed and burnt out to a nicely decorated house, the smell of gingerbread and his very lovely husband.

It had started to snow on his way home from the airport. Very cliché and terribly romantic. Patton was probably delighted and stoked for the possibility of actually white Christmas. Janus smiled to himself. He had missed him so much it was pathetic.

His new job had taken him away from home for four weeks at the time when Patton had finally taken over the bakery from his grandparents and he should have been home to support him through this extremely busy time. But Patton had convinced him to take the promotion he had been offered and everything that entailed.

So through the last four weeks they both mostly had shattering, busy days and lonely nights with just sleepy phone calls to tide them over. But now he was on his way back home, on his last mile over snowy roads and one day earlier than Patton was expecting him too.

The house was decorated with soft yellow lights like something out of a corny christmas movie. It was amazing.

Janus paid the taxi driver and got out. Immediately the thick snow flakes stuck to his coat, hat and hair when he made his way to the entrance. There was light on in the kitchen, so Patton had taken his advice and had gone home before nightfall for once. He fished his key out of his inside pocket and unlocked the door as quietly as humanly possible.

There was a rush of warmth when he stepped inside silently, shutting the door behind him. He quickly stepped out of his boots, discarded coat and hat, slipped out of his gloves and suit jacket.

There was a very distinctive smell wafting through the house. Gingerbread. Janus loved Gingerbread. And Patton was making some for him despite probably being a tired ball of adorableness and having worked almost non-stop for the last weeks.

He sneaked down the hallway towards the kitchen. Patton was humming along with the christmas songs playing quietly on his phone. Janus leaned on the wall outside, right next to the entrance to their open kitchen, listening and breathing in the aroma. If this were a mushy christmas story he would have said that his heart was full. He smiled to himself, good thing that his reddened cheeks were clearly from the cold outside.

Just when he decided that it was high time now to kiss and embrace him, Patton was taking the baking tray out of the oven and the smell intensified. Also Janus got a few seconds to just look at his unaware husband.

The stress was visible in Patton's face and tired eyes. He was flushed from baking, there was a bit of flour in his hair and he was obviously the best thing that had ever happened to mankind. Janus just stood right there in the entrance, watching with his head tilted lightly, waiting patiently and silently to be acknowledged.

Which was obviously a huge mistake. Patton got startled so bad that he let go of the tray, which thankfully clattered only a few inches down onto the countertop. It took one gasping breath until he realised who was standing in his kitchen.

“J-Janus..?”

Janus was over in a few long strides when he heard Patton's voice wobble like that and a few seconds later could see the tears accompanying them.

“Ohh, oh no..no Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you!” He murmured gently, taking the other man into his arms.

“You’re home…” Patton sniffled into his shoulder softly, taking a few deep breaths, before suddenly pushing away from him a tiny bit, eyes uge with surprise, “You’re home!” Patton swatted his arm lightly, grinning but still teary eyed. “You can’t startle me like that, you ass!”

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to.” he murmured, taking the other man back into his arms fully, kissing his cheek.

“ ‘s okay, I’m just tired and yeah..” Patton mumbled, muffled against his dress-shirt.

“I missed you so.” Janus sighed, tipping his husband's head up to finally press a kiss to his lip. He held his face cupped gently after, continuing to kiss his cheeks and nose and brow and forehead. “You can’t imagine how much I missed your adorable face.”

Patton chuckled, having closed his eyes under the gentle onslaught. “I missed you too..so much Janus. Let’s not do this again too soon okay?” Janus just nodded before pressing another kiss to sweet, pink lips, squeezing his lovely spouse even closer before deepening it. He tasted exactly like Janus had expected. Slippery warm, spicy, sugary goodness. And he was clinging to him, holding him just as close as he was holding him.

When they parted, they both panted softly, smiling as they rested their foreheads against each other.

“You made me Gingerbread…” Janus grinned smugly, like the proud, lovesick trophy husband that he was. Patton, who was the absolute best pastry chef and baker far and wide, had taken the time, after his incredibly busy days, and spent extra hours on his feet, in the kitchen to bake for him. Allow Janus the smugness. But also the worry. Because Patton definitely should be on the sofa, snuggled up with chinese take out instead of working even more.

“It needs to cool down a little more...I only expected you tomorrow.”

“You must be aching, love.” Janus frowned, tracing Patton’s cheekbone and watching his eyes flutter close again as he soaked up the endearment. "Mmhhhh yeah, but it's okay, we've the holidays now to relax.."

"We do, and you should really use them to relax, you look exhausted.."

"Not sure if I should be insulted?" Patton huffed a laugh.

"Want me to order food? So you can jump in the shower quickly?" Janus asked, brushing through Patton's soft hair.

"Am I smelly?" Patton furrowed his brow, trying to smell himself. He'd been up and about for many hours, been baking and organizing and obviously had been rather sweaty.

Janus laughed, pushing his face into Patton's neck to brazenly lick a stripe up to his ear. He shuddered and goosebumps were breaking out his arms when Janus laughed darkly into his ear. "Baby...don't play coy with me, hm. We both know that I love how you smell and that it turns me on. Just thought you would want to relax a little under the water."

They ended up doing exactly that. Patton padded upstairs with an adorable blush on his cheeks to have a nice, hot shower and Janus ordering takeout and smuggling his suitcase and with it, Patton's Christmas presents into their bedroom.

The shower had been a brilliant idea. Patton had been incredibly tense and standing under the warm stream really helped his soreness. It also helped that he could hear Jan clattering in their adjoining bedroom. That was soothing and lovely and just good. Patton had missed him so much and having him back at home gave him a peace nothing else could.

"Sweet thing I'm waiting downstairs in case the food comes. Take your time."

Not half an hour later saw them curled into the same corner of their huge sofa, both clad in soft flannel pyjamas . Jan's long legs left and right of Patton and the Lo Mein precariously balanced between them. And finally they had some time to just vent about the last weeks.

Patton told about how is Grandparents just couldn't let go and were head butting in on his decisions for the bakery, even though that officially resigned and handed over. And how everything was kind of tense because they couldn't accept him making decisions now. Jan just was tired of the missing competency in his new Department and how much time he had to invest to implement a new structure.

It just felt good, comfortable and familiar. Both of them just relaxed in each other's company while eating. Patton was always amazed how even a short span of time spent with only Janus could recharge him so fast even though he had been downright exhausted before. Which, he still was. But he felt about a thousand times lighter than before his husband had come home.

Once they had diminished the noodles, Janus took Patton's feet into his lap and just leaned back closing his eyes. When Patton wiggled his toes he huffed a laugh before he gave in and gentle rubbed them.

“Oohh..this is so nice…” Patton mumbled, positively melting into the cushions. Janus grinned a little and carefully pressed his thumbs to the sole, kneading steadily.

“Holy fuck, Jan! So good…!” Patton downright moaned, back arching a little.

“Now you’re just trying to turn me on.” Janus deadpanned, turning his head to look at his very pretty spouse, not ceasing his massage.

“Maybe..is it working?”

Jan could only laugh again as Patton sleepily blinked up at him with heavy lidded eyes from where he had slipped down. He gently pressed his feet down into his lap to let Patton feel his half-hard dick. “Absolutely.” he said solemnly, “But I think you are very tired now, are you Baby?”

“Hhhmm”, Patton frowned thoughtfully, his brain a little mushy from that heavenly massage, “But I want naked snuggles?”

“How about I carry you upstairs, suck your pretty cock and then we’re having some Gingerbread in bed?” Janus suggested and got prompt, enthusiastic nodding from Patton. “Okay, grab two and up we go.”

Hoisting the shorter man up on his hips was as easy as ever. He nuzzled happily into Patton's neck, holding him securely against himself, the others penis trapped between them as they climbed the stairs slowly.

“Is that huge dick hard for me, love?” Janus cooed softly, “I wanna ride it so bad, gotta have you inside of me first thing in the morning…”

“Your mouth is filthy!” Patton whined, hips rolling against his husband's stomach on their own accord.

“What are you going to do about it?” Janus asked smugly, letting Patton bounce on their bed, coaxing an adorable little shriek from him, “Stuff it full of dick, Baby? I’d love that.”

Patton let the gingerbread fall to the bed and hid his face in his hands groaning. “ You’re incorrigible!”

“Yeah. But you love my dirty mouth and me.” Janus agreed easily, opening the knot on Patton's pants to tug them down and be rewarded with the hard cock he'd been yearning for, slapping heavily onto his lover's belly. “There we go…”

He was pretty sure he wouldn’t like giving head so much if it weren’t Patton. But as it were, they had both lucked out. Because the other man tasted so good and made all the perfect little breathy sounds Janus adored. And judging by how heavy and hot his balls felt he really, really enjoyed being swallowed down just as much.

With Patton's hands in his hair, cock stretching his lips and the smell of them all around Janus lost himself so fast. He didn’t even register rutting against the sheets or Pattons soft tugging to warn him. He came as soon as warm, sticky come flooded his mouth and throat. A lot of it, he couldn’t swallow all of it, letting it dribble down his chin, growling and sucking his love dry while his own orgasm tore through him.

“Dear God, I love you…” he croaked, throat a little sore and grinned up at his husband's fucked out face.

“You’re a mess..c’mere..?” Patton coaxed him up his body and surprised by being a horny little pervert. He used the gingerbread to scoop up some of the spunk dripping down Jans chin to take a bite and offer the rest to him. “I didn’t get to decorate before you came home, did I?”

Janus' brain was short circuiting and if he hadn’t had an orgasm literally right before this he would have been hard again this instant. As it was, he just took the gingerbread, eating under Patton's heated gaze. “Fuck Jan...this was definitely one of my better ideas. You taste so lovely, Darling, don’t you think?”

In all honesty, he did not think much with his fried, tired brain that wasn’t related to absolutely worshipping Patton. However...he could only agree: It did taste good.. Salty and sweet and a little forbidden. He did like spunk on it’s own just fine but this had really been next level.

Shaking crumbs out of their sheets the next morning had never been this hot.

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 16 - This Life

Warnings: Swearing, birthday sex, oral (female reciving)

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Time flies by, John and Kate continue their relationship, Kate’s birthday and earning her degree.

Guest OCs: Paige Winchester [mentioned] Kenneth Smith [mentioned]

Guest characters: Chuck/God [mentioned], Archangel Gabriel [mentioned], Castiel [mentioned].

Note: Chapter 2 of The Mother will be posted soon!!!!!

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“You’re okay. You’re okay” John says, holding Kate in his arms. Stroking her hair.

“What-what- what happened?!?” she wheezes out.

“You were dead!!” Morgan tells her.

She looks at her confused, “Maybe that's why I saw my dad” she says.

“What?!” John asks while looking at her confused.

“Your dad?” Morgan questions.

“My dad. I saw him, and I spoke with him” she tells them.

“Isn’t your dad dead?” Morgan asks, eyebrows raised.

Kate nods, “Yeah but I saw him. On the other side!”.

Morgan, and John look at each other in confusion, “You mean Heaven?!?” he asks.

“Plane of existence actually” she says, in a matter of fact tone.

“Okay, you really need to get some rest. You spent the last hour dead, and you lost way too much oxygen in that noggin of yours” Morgan says.

They help Kate stand up, and they take her to her room to lay down.

After helping her, Morgan leaves the room, leaving John and Kate alone together.

He lays next to her on the bed. He sighs, and says to her “I read that brown leathery notebook”.

She looks up at him, “What?!”.

“That notebook, the brown journal” he says, pointing to the bookshelf.

She sits up, and asks “What did you read from it?”.

He looks at her, “A little too much about you, and your family”.

Looking down at her hands, “Yep, that's my whole life, and before I was born written in that notebook by my dad”.

John gets up from the bed, grabs the notebook from the shelf, and sits back down on the bed.

“My dad wrote this before my sister was even born. Every hunt he went on with his brother, or with an old friend, or any other relative, or friend. It’s all written in here”

She flips through the pages on the book, and sees the photo of her and Paige.

“I saw that photo earlier” John says while resting his head on her shoulder.

Kate chuckles, “I think I was 2 months old? A month in a half?. Maybe?”.

“I believe so” he says and looks over at her, “Sasha”.

She looks up from the notebook, and looks over the imaginary camera in her room.

“What?!” she asks, acting like she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

He smirks at her, “Sasha Georgia Winchester”

She looks over at him with wide eyes.

“That was supposed to be your name” he says chuckling, padding her hand.

“Where did you find that info?!?’ she asks looking away from him.

He cocks his eyebrows at her, “From the notebook of course” he says sarcastically.

“Sasha Georgia?. That name wouldn’t have suited you” he adds, sighing.

“Yeah I know. Katella Evyanna doesn’t suit me either” she says, looking down at the photo.

“Yes. It does” he says, disagreeing with her opinion, “It goes perfectly with you” he kisses the side of her head.

Kate sighs, “If I had to choose my name, or if I wanted to change it, my name would be either Jenna, Saraya, Katherine, Daenerys, or Lacey”.

“If you were my daughter I would’ve named you Allison, Samantha, or Isabella” he tells her.

Kate smiles, “If I had a daughter I would name her Daenerys, Saraya, or Arya”.

“What kind of name is Daenerys?!” he asks, mispronouncing the name. Saying it as Dee-nay-ers.

“Day-nair-es. It’s the name of a character from my favorite tv show, Game of Thrones. She has bleach blonde hair that's in beautiful well done braids, and she has 3 dragons. She’s the Mother of Dragons”

“I’ve never seen it” he says, sitting back in her bed.

“It’s a great show. I love it, season 1 of course is like watching porn” she says, making John chuckle.

“One scene some guy is getting his head cut off, and the next scene is some girl is getting fucked in the ass” she adds, laughing a little.

John chuckles again, and says in a lustful tone “What are you suggesting?” as he moves closer to her. His hand moving up her back.

“I’m suggesting” she says, moving closer to him, “That we watch Game of Thrones”.

“Or we can do something else, while that plays in the background” he says, placing his hand on her thigh.

Kate lets out a soft giggle, placing her hand over John’s, rubbing it gently.

He starts to nibble at her neck, then turns into light biting, then kissing.

Kate moans softly at this, lifting her head to give him better access.

“You know I can hear you right?!?!!” Morgan yells out from the living room.

Making John stop for a moment, and Kate lets out a loud laugh.

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Several months later, John and Kate are still together, after everything that had happened she had Castiel wipe John’s memories of Saleos possessing him, and everything that Kate had told him about demons, ghosts and everything related to what happened.

But his memories of that can be restored if Kate, and Kate only were to bring it up to him.

It’s August 5th, and it’s also Kate’s birthday, she is now 20 years old and is 1 week away from earning her Masters of Science degree in Psychology.

There was supposed to be a graduation ceremony, but with the Cult terrorizing the town, all the students who are graduating were to be given their degrees handed to them, or mailed to their residence.

She’s surprised she was able to keep her grades up for all 8 of her classes, and managed to keep her job. All at the same time.

Especially with her personal life going into the shitter. Well more like Hell.

Her friends getting attacked by demons, her boyfriend getting possessed by a demon, forcefully being atone for her sins, exorcising the demon from her boyfriend, working cases, getting involved with a Cult, being dead for a whole hour, and meeting her dead father for the first time in her life.

Yep, that’s the life of a Winchester, and it couldn’t be any weirder. Fuck it, it can be if Chuck wanted it to be, or maybe let Gabriel make it weird for him.

To her surprise Kate got a call from her older sister Paige, whom she hadn’t heard from in months. She wished her a happy birthday, and mentioned that her and Kenneth are getting married in April of that following year.

In regards to her birthday, John wanted Kate’s birthday to be special.

He went the extra mile to make it a private ceremony/party for him and her.

Not really an extra mile, but fuck it. He loves her, and it’s her birthday and she earned her degree for being a Doctor.

Even though she doesn’t have her Doctorate Degree, and she’s technically not a Doctor yet, that's her next step.

John hired professional chefs to make them dinner, and dessert.

He surprised her with expensive gifts. Expensive clothes, jewelry, shoes, and other miscellaneous items.

After dinner, and moving on to dessert.

The chefs brought out a 3 layer red velvet cake with vanilla buttercream frosting, Kate’s favorite. She's not much of a chocolate fan.

Halfway towards the end of dessert when the chefs cleaned up and left, leaving John and Kate alone.

That’s when he gives her his birthday gift.

He lifts her up, grabbing her ass, and lays her down on the kitchen counter.

His hand creeping up her dress, the other reaching over to the cake, and grabs a piece of it.

Having her lick the frosting off his fingers. Pushing them into her mouth.

“Happy birthday darlin” he says, as she licks his fingers clean. Sucking on them.

“Thank you” she moans, as he moves his hand away from her mouth.

He undoes his pants, and slowly removes her panties. Her bare ass touching the cold kitchen counter. He lifts her dress up, and rams his cock in her tight cunt. She cries out in pleasure, arching her back up.

His hands holding her hips in place, he moves them up so he’s pinning her hands down.

Attacking her neck with kisses, and bites as he thrusts in and out of her.

He lifts her up with one arm, and unzips her red dress from behind with the other.

Slowly moving the straps down, kissing her exposed soft skin.

He removes her dress completely, dropping it to the floor, leaving her completely naked on his kitchen counter. Admiring her amazing body, licking his lips, the feral lust growing in his eyes.

John takes off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. Kissing her stomach, and curves. His fingers tracing the Lust scar on her chest.

“You’re so beautiful” he moans in between kisses, “So exquisite. You’re so perfect. You belong to me”.

His hands covering her breasts, kneading them as he moves down to her nether regions.

Her breath shaking as he kisses her inner thighs, her fingers running through his hair.

Slowly spreading her legs open, kissing her wet core. His body holding her legs open.

His beard tickling her thighs. He gives her a long, hard lick to her wetness.

Making her moan loudly, her stomach in knots.

“J-John” she whimpers.

“Hmm?” he hums as a response.

“I want you. Please” she moans, “Please touch me”.

He lifts his head up from her legs, their faces inches away from each other.

“It’s your birthday. What do you want?” he whispers into her ear. His hot breath giving her goosebumps.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me” she begs him. Feeling her eyes getting watery.

He smirks at her, finding her pleads for him to fuck her adorable.

“Anything in particular?” he whispers in a teasing manner, while moving her hair away from her face.

“Anything” she whimpers again. Her eyes looking so innocent, pleading him to fuck her.

He chuckles, moving her hair away from her face.

“You’re gonna be sore once I’m done with you” he chuckles, his voice filled with malicious yet lustful intentions.

He pulls her closer to him. Her bare ass dragging along the cold, marble counter.

He shoves his cock in her, fucking her so hard and so fast that she felt herself piss a little.

Like he punched her in the vagina with his dick.

Immediately hitting her G-spot over, and over again.

His movements are so fast that she can barely keep up with his pace.

She couldn’t make any sounds because it took her by surprise, all she can do is look up at him, her mouth dropped open. Tears leaving her eye canals.

All of her moans, and screams trapped in her throat.

John’s grunting grows louder, and louder by the second. Not once did he slow down, he practically fucked the wind out of Kate.

She closes her eyes as he fucks her senseless, tears streaming down her face, his hands gripping her thighs move up to her chest.

His mouth latches onto her right nipple, still keeping his fast pace.

Wrapping his arms around her as his mouth plays with his nipples.

“John” she moans, her fingers tangled in his hair, “John”.

He moans in response, tugging, and sucking at her nipples.

“I love you” she moans, not realizing what she just said.

He stops, her nipple in his mouth, he lifts his head from her breasts, and moves up to face her.

Those perfect blue eyes staring down at her brown eyes.

He looks her in the eyes, and says “I love you too”.

She smiles in response, tears streaming down her cheeks, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him deeply.

His soft lips crashing against hers. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, wrestling with hers.

“I love you so much” he moans against her lips.

John wraps his arms around her, sitting her up on the counter.

He rests his forehead against hers, both of them out of breath.

“You love me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His arms wrapped around her.

“Yes” she responds, “I love you”.

Trying to hold back his tears, “Say it again” he whispers, voice raspy.

Kate smiles, “I love you John”. Running her hand through his beard.

Biting his lip to keep the tears from falling, “One more time”.

“I love you John Seed” she says again.

“I love you too Kate Winchester” he says, looking into her eyes.

He pulls in her for another deep passionate kiss, lifts her up off the kitchen counter, and bridal carries her upstairs to his bedroom. All while kissing her, like it was their wedding day.

He drops her onto the bed, and he immediately starts to make love to her.

Crashing his lips against hers. Desperate, and hungry for her, needing to be inside her. His hands tangled in her hair. His body pressed against hers, pinning her to the mattress.

Kate wraps her legs around his waist pulling him closer to her, begging for him to be inside her.

He pulls away, looking down at her while he thrusts in and out of her.

Watching her facial reactions as he fucks her.

He places his left hand around her throat, making sure it’s not too tight. She lets out a loud pitchy moan, “Oh John”.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, biting at it.

Moaning into her ear, “You were made for me. Your body knows how much you want me. Only I can make you feel this way, only I can make you feel this good”.

Moaning loudly into her ear, his breath giving her goosebumps.

Kate feels his cock twitch inside her, and she prepares herself for his ejecutlation in her.

He stops, slowly pulls out of her and sits on her chest. His knees on either side of her head.

His dick right in her face, just barely touching her nose.

She immediately knows what he wants, and she wants to hear him say it.

“You did a great job before” he says, biting his lip, "You know what to do".

She takes a look at his cock, it's hard, pre-cum dripping out, and well trimmed like he planned all of this.

Taking all of him in her mouth, his right hand holding her head. He lets out a loud raspy moan, thrusting himself in her mouth.

Pulling her head forward, making sure to get every inch of himself in her mouth.

Making her gag. His raspy moaning echoing off the walls as Kate sucks, and swirls her tongue around his cock.

The tip reaching back of her throat, making her gag once again.

He hisses as her tongue sucks along the vein.

Her hands creep down from his sides down to his balls.

Moaning her name several times in less than a minute that's how she knows he’s close.

Rocking his hips forward, fucking her throat.

She feels his cock twitch against her tongue as she sucks on it, and he holds her head in place.

Releasing his load into her mouth, down her throat.

He pulls himself out of her mouth, leaving drips of cum on her chin and chest.

“Since it’s your birthday” he pants, looking down at her all sweaty, out of breath, and God she finds it so fucking hot.

Moving his wet hair away from his sweaty face.

The sweat shining off his toned, tatted and scarred up body.

“On your hands and knees” he orders her.

Kate does as she's told, and lays on her stomach with her ass in the air.

John positions himself behind her. Normally he would finger her, stretch her out a little but he wants her now, and doesn’t have the patience to tease her. His cock brushing her wet entrance.

He forces his cock into her tight cunt, digging his nails into her hips.

She cries out, moaning loudly at his sudden penetration.

“Ohh darlin you’re so tight” he moans, picking up the pace.

His cock deep inside her. Making her scream, moan and beg for him.

“John, fuck, John” she cries out, “Fuck me, shit fuck me”.

This is how John imagined it. How he imagined life with Kate.

Her being his wife, the mother to his kids. Seeing this view whenever they have sex.

The sight before him, Kate on her hands and knees with his cock buried deep inside her pussy, made him fuck her even harder.

His faster, harder pace makes Kate go into tears.

“Fuck, fuck” he grunts as his movements speed up. His nails digging into her flesh.

Joseph was right. He was right about everything. He didn’t want to lose Kate, he loves her, and she loves him.

They were meant to be together, when the Collapse happens everything will be in motion.

That’s when they make the next generation of the Winchester, Seed family.

Going to the gates of Eden with Kate as his wife, and their children.

Lost in his thoughts, Kate cumming on his cock, and her loud moaning snaps him back into reality.

“John, John” she cries. A moaning sweaty mess underneath him.

“Good girl” he moans while rocking her hips against his.

She collapses on her side, John lays next to her. Holding her close in his arms.

“Best birthday ever” she says out of breath, before falling asleep.

He chuckles, and kisses her temple.

Falls asleep with her in his arms. Holding her close to him.

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SILVER AND JACKIE TEAMING UP TO FIGHT A NEW VILLAIN, BUT THIS VILLAIN HAS SOME KIND OF SEX POLLEN/APHRODISIAC GAS AND THEY FUCK LIKE RABBITS UNTIL IT WEARS OFF THEN THERE'S SWEET FEELINGS, THANK YOU GOODNIGHT

I'm- ANON YOU ARE A GENIUS! A PURE *CHEFS KISS* GENIUS! I KNEEL BEFORE YOU! Okay, but no joke, I've had a similar idea for weeks and I love you now.

Oh! Also! The villain - Ivy - is inspired by Ivyplier (an ego stemming from the Unus Annus body painting video) and is basically just Poison Ivy but male and Asian.

Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, imrpoper usw of healing factors, rough sex, Jackie being Jackie, cum being used as lube. As always, ask me to add any necessary warnings!

Jackie was many things. But too proud to admit when he needed help, wasn't one of them. The villain was new, and Jackie had no idea what to do. He was arrogant, with green skin and red hair and an unfairly attractive face and body. He was also arrogant, and had covered downtown in giant, thorned vines.

At least, Jackie had thought the villain was new. Unfortunately (or fortunately, if Jackie wasn't being petty), The Silver Shephard had experience. Well. Silver had experience in many ways, this way just happened to be in fighting the villain.

"He goes by Ivy nowadays," Silver said, grabbing Jackie's arm before the older hero went flying off the vines the two were currently fighting against. "Dr. Ivan Song is his real name, but you're likely to get a thorn in your stomach if you call him that."

"Why does this matter?" Jackie growled, punching clean through a vine.

"I'm getting there," Silver replied, quickly moving the vine so it wouldn't fall and hurt anyone. "He's probably mad at some deforesting operation. We just need to get close enough to calm him down and he'll stop. Duck!" Jackie sighed unhappily and ducked as Silver jumped over him and kicked a vine.

"So how do we do that?" Jackie asked.

"Uh. We climb." Silver shrugged. "Or you get on my back, I flit us up there, and we get this over with." Jackie sighed unhappily and climbed onto Silver's back.

"You're still annoying," he commented. "Even if you are helping."

"Wow, annoying and a good fuck? I'm the whole package," Silver replied, laughing. "Hold your breath, we'll be up there in half a second." Jackie didn't even have time to hold his breath before Silver took off and then they were standing on top of the building Ivy was resting on. In the time it took Jackie and Silver to clear a path up to him, Ivy had moved to lounging on a beach chair and drinking some fruity alcoholic drink.

"Well, took you long enough," Ivy commented, looking over the top of his sunglasses and smirking slightly. Jackie swallowed thickly, his eyes drawn Ivy's long legs, revealed by the leotard he wore. Silver looked at him for a second, then sighed.

"You're useless," he sighed, shaking his head. "Ivy, it's over! Get rid of your vines."

"Fine," Ivy replied, smirking.

"That was easy," Jackie commented.

"Way too easy," Silver replied, frowning and stepping closer to the villain hesitantly. Ivy set his drink to the side and pressed his wrists together, offering them up to the heroes.

"I don't tru-" Silver was cut off by a big, yellow flower exploding pollen in his face. "Shit!" If the sputtering noises next to him were any indication, Jackie had suffered a similar fate. Silver panted heavily, pulling his mask off and glaring weakly as the pollen's drug already started making it's way into his bloodstream.

"It really is the best way to incapacitate you," Ivy commented, picking back up his drink. "You fall for it every time!"

"Ivy," Silver growled, looking over at Jackie. Jackie had fallen to his knees, obviously confused and in pain. Silver winced in sympathy- his first time had been intense, too. "Just give us the antidote."

"My dear, poor, annoying little Silver," Ivy sighed. "You know the antidote. Well. One of them." Ivy shrugged and flipped Silver off before stepping off the edge of the building and away from the two heroes.

"Fuck," Silver cursed, carefully going over to Jackie and touching his shoulder, groaning at the contact. Both of their suits were going to get very uncomfortable, very quickly.

"Jackie," Silver said, laughing breathlessly at Jackie's responding glare. "Hey. Uh. We need to get somewhere more private."

"Oh, really?" Jackie replied sarcastically. "Whay gave it away!? The fact that you took your mask off, or the giant fucking hard-on we're both suffering!?"

"Shit, Jackie," Silver groaned softly. "Just- both. Let's just go."

Jackie laughed faintly. "I forgot that you get off on that," he replied, grabbing Silver's shoulder and quickly pinning the other hero beneath him. "On me being rough with you."

Silver swallowed thickly, staring up at Jackie with wide eyes. "J-jackie, we just got hit with a really powerful aphrodisiac," he muttered, full-on moaning as Jackie pressed against him.

"I can tell, stupid," Jackie replied, smirking and grinding against Silver. Jackie gasped softly, strength faltering as he collapsed against the smaller hero. "Why does it fucking hurt!?"

"You-" Silver paused to bite his lip and hide a moan. "I-it's like a drug. The first time is always gonna be a lot more intense."

"Silver," Jackie whimpered, grinding against Silver's thigh. "I need you, please~"

Silver groaned softly, switching his and Jackie's positions rather easily. "How lucky, then, that your suit opens in the front." Silver licked his lips, slowly dragging open Jackie's suit.

Jackie groaned, gripping Silver's hips weakly. "Hey, how're you so much more put together?"

"How do you figure I'm more put together?"

"Because you have the ability to tease me, meanwhile I just came at the sight of you licking your lips."

Silver paused and laughed, hanging his head slightly. "That is... Wow. You really have an obsession with my mouth, huh?"

"Half the fuckin' city has an obsession with your mouth," Jackie replied, bucking his hips up against Silver. "There are whole blogs about it. People write porn of you, you know. Big long fics of how fucking incredible your mouth feels~"

"I-" Silver blushed brightly, stilling enough for Jackie to flip them over. "I-I suppose you've read these, then," Silver replied eventually, staring up at Jackie.

"A few,"Jackie answered honestly, quickly stripping Silver of his suit. "I bet they're all written by horny old men. Those old men in suits that you save from falling cars."

"Y-you're surprisingly attached to this idea."

"Maybe I just like knowing that the whole city thinks of you as a slut," Jackie replied, quickly jerking Silver off and relishing in how quick the younger hero was reduced to whines and pleas. "You never answered my question, you know."

"I-I've been hit with it before," Silver replied, crying out as he came.

"I see," Jackie purred, using Silver's cum as lube up his cock. "And who did you ask for help the first time?"

Silver blushed and closed his eyes, missing the possessive look Jackie gave him. "F-first time, I asked Doc. I didn't know what was happening, and he's a doctor. I figured it was the best idea I had-" Silver cut himself off with a surprised moan as Jackie savagely thrust inside of him.

"How many times have you been hit?" Jackie growled, pressing his forehead against Silver's shoulder as he immediately came when he thrusted inside of him.

"T-twice," Silver whimpered, hooking a leg around Jackie's waist. "Please, Jackie, move~"

"Who did you ask for help the second time?" Jackie growled, pounding Silver into the roof beneath them.

"W-wilford," Silver moaned, gripping Jackie's shoulders. "He was fucking huge. I couldn't walk for a week by the time it wore off..."

Jackie growled and tugged on Silver's hair roughly. "Shut up," he growled, tugging Silver's head to the side and biting and suck a large, dark mark into the side of his neck. "You're mine, you fucking slut. No one else gets to touch you."

Silver whimpered and came, arching his back and dragging his nails roughly down Jackie's back. Jackie squeezed his eyes shut as he came again, gripping Silver's hip with one hand in a bruising grip. Silver moaned softly and pulled Jackie into a rough kiss, their teeth clacking together and scraping against each other's lips. Jackie growled and pulled away, turning Silver over onto his stomach before pushing back in.

At some point, Jackie had the piece of mind to fly himself and Silver to the warehouse they'd established as a sort of reluctantly shared base. It took three hours after that for them to finally work out all of the pollen.

"Fuck," Jackie groaned, collapsing to the side of Silver and looking at him, exhausted. "Well, that was... an experience."

"You're fucking telling me," Silver replied, panting heavily and looking to the side at Jackie. They held eye contact for about five seconds before both were laughing.

"That was fucking insane, dude," Jackie laughed, absently pulling Silver to his side in a sort of half cuddle.

"Yeah, no kidding," Silver laughed, resting his head on Jackie's chest. "So, how was your first time?"

"Which one, bottoming or getting hit with an aphrodisiac?" Jackie laughed, referencing somewhere around hour two where Silver had managed to convince him to try bottoming.

"Both," Silver replied, absently combing his hand through Jackie's chest hair. "You should do some man-scaping, dude."

"Oh, shut up," Jackie huffed, slapping Silver's hand away. "Can't say I liked either, if I'm honest."

"Fair enough," Silver replied, looking at Jackie curiously. "Hey, when you said I was yours...?"

"I was completely serious," Jackie said, looking down at Silver seriously. "Look. You may he a shit hero, and I may be an asshole, but I happen to have ridiculously stupid feelings for you."

"You do?" In response, Jackie simply leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Silver's. It was nothing like any other kiss they'd shared. It was soft and loving and beautiful. Silver closed his eyes, gently cupping Jackie's face as he returned the kiss.

Jackie pulled away after about fifteen seconds, pressing his forehead against Silver's. "Let's get some sleep, love. I'll take you home later."

Silver smiled and snuggled closer to Jackie, quickly falling asleep. Jackie smiled despite himself and turned on his side, holding Silver protectively and falling asleep.

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