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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months ago

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❥Sᥕᥱᥲt, bᥲbყ, sᥕᥱᥲt || Stanley Pines ||

A/n: Here it is, the winner of the poll!

Warnings: being filmed, P in V, teasing, cream pie, older!man x younger!reader { reader late 20's - late 30's }, spanking, creampie, dirty talk

Stan couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure hit him as you gave him that smile he loved so much. You wanted to...make a porno? With him? This felt too good to be true, honestly the man had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, how in the world could he ever say no to you?

His eyes were glued to your form, from how you set up the camera to how you stripped yourself free of your clothes, your body laying back on the bed as you parted your legs for the man, for the camera.

"Fuck me Stan."

Stanley's breath caught in his throat at your wanton display. The way you looked at him, eyes smoldering with arousal, sent a sharp thrill of desire straight to his core.

Growling low in his throat, he closed the distance between you both, his hands fumbling with his own clothing as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His calloused hands roamed hungrily over your bare skin, fingers tracing the gentle curves of your body.

Breaking the kiss, Stan gazed down at you with eyes darkened by unbridled lust. "As the lady wishes," he rasped, voice rough with need.

Now naked, Stan kept his gaze focused on you. You were so beautiful.

Shaking his head, a smirk formed on his lips as he positioned himself at your slick entrance, slowly sinking into your welcoming heat. A guttural groan escaped him as your walls clenched around his throbbing length. Stan stilled for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, before beginning to move - his powerful thrusts slow and measured at first, but steadily building in intensity.

Leaning down, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. His rough hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he drove into you with steadily increasing fervor.

"Oooh dollface," he growled, words punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh. "You feel so damn good..."

Letting out a cry, your nails dragged across his back as you then draped one of your legs across his hips, your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts.

"Harder...Stan...fuck...."soft cries leaving your lips.

Stanley's powerful hips snapped forward, driving into your heated depths with unyielding force. Your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, igniting a primal need to give you every ounce of ecstasy he could muster.

Calloused palms gripped your shapely thighs, holding you in place as he pistoned into you relentlessly. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with your breathless moans, your mind fogging forgetting for a moment you two were being filmed.

Shifting his angle slightly, Stan angled his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within you, drawing forth a shuddering gasp. He repeated the motion, reveling in the way your walls clenched around him in response.

Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries. His tongue tangled with yours in a sensual dance, matching the pulsing rhythm of his hips.

Pulling back, Stan gazed down at you with unbridled lust. "That's it, darlin'," he rasped, voice thick with need. "Scream for me. Let the whole damn world know who's making you feel this good."

He emphasized his words with a particularly hard, deep thrust, intent on pushing you over the edge.

Stifling a cry against his lips, you did your best to match your lovers thrusts as your gaze then drifted to the camera that was capturing your most intimate moment together.

Stanley's virile form moved with an animalistic grace as he drove into your willing body. Your breathless cries only fueled his primal need, every fiber of his being focused on bringing you to the heights of ecstasy.

The camera's red light blinked steadily, immortalizing their ardent coupling. Your gaze flickered towards it, eyes hooded with unbridled desire. The knowledge that you would be able to relive this moment whenever Stanley was away only heightened the raw sensuality of your tryst.

Stan's calloused palms caressed and gripped your trembling form, guiding your hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. His touch was firm yet reverent, conveying the depth of his affection even as he indulged your every carnal whim.

Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your soft mewls of pleasure. Stan's tongue tangled with yours in a sensual dance, mirroring the pulsing rhythm of his hips.

"That's it, darlin'," he rasped, voice thick with need. "Lemme hear how good I'm makin' you feel."

"Stanley." Your voice was desperate now, you did your best to cling to him. Your hold wavering, leg slipping off his hips from his powerful thrusts.

"I'm so close." You whined. The familiar heat coiling in your belly though all it took was a particular thrust from Stan that had you seeing starts. His name torn from your lips as her pussy clenched tightly around his cock.

Your legs now wrapped firmly around his hips to prevent him from pulling out. You wanted to feel all of him, you wanted to capture it all.

Stanley felt a surge of primal satisfaction as your desperate cries filled the air. The way your body clung to him, the exquisite sensation of your walls pulsing around his throbbing length - it was enough to drive any man to the brink of madness.

Gripping your hips firmly, he angled his thrusts to hit that sensitive spot deep within you again and again drawing forth another guttural moan. Stan's calloused palms caressed the soft curves of your trembling form, his touch reverent yet possessive, his hand moving up to give your breast a squeeze, thumb gliding across your nipple.

"That's it, darlin'," he rasped, voice thick with need. "Let go for me. I wanna feel you come undone."

Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. Stan's hips pistoned forward relentlessly, chasing his own release even as he sought to push you over the edge.

The camera's red light blinked steadily, capturing every moment of their ardent coupling. Stan knew this footage would be a treasured memento.

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, he felt your walls clench around him in a vice-like grip. Your back arched as you shattered, your scream of euphoria muffled by his searing kiss. Stan's own climax followed shortly after, a guttural groan rumbling in his chest as he spilled himself within your pulsing heat.

Collapsing against you, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. His grip on your hips loosened, calloused palms caressing you in a soothing manner.

"Damn, sweetheart," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "That was one hell of a show."

"You're so sexy....hmmm I love you.." You did your best to return this kisses as you melted into his touch. Your fingers slowly running down his back showing off your own affection but thats when you remembered the camera.

"And you, my dear, are a vision," he murmured against her mouth, voice low and rough with lingering desire. "Driving me wild, as always."

With a lazy smile, you returned the kiss then sat up to grab the camera panning it down your body, letting it film to her slit feeling his cum slowly dripped out.

"You really filled me, didn't you Stanley."

Stanley's heart swelled with affection as you melted into his touch, your fingers tracing delicate patterns along the burn mark on his back. The adoration shining in your eyes made his pulse quicken, and he couldn't resist capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

Gazing down at you with hooded eyes, Stan watched hungrily as you angled the camera to capture the sight of his release seeping from your slick folds. A rumbling groan escaped him at the erotic display a surge of pride hitting him, he couldn't resist giving your backside a playful squeeze.

"Mmm, you're damn right I did," he purred, gaze drinking in the enticing sight. "Filled you up good and proper, just like you wanted."

Dipping his head, Stan placed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, savoring the lingering taste of their ardent coupling. His touch was possessive yet reverent, conveying the depth of his affection.

"This is one show I'll be eager to replay," he purred, nuzzling against your skin. "Though nothing compares to the real thing, darlin'."

Giving him another kiss, you let your fingers run through his silver hair. "My handsome silver fox, hmm I love you Stan."

Stanley's heart swelled with affection as Brooke's soft lips met his own in a tender kiss. The warmth and adoration in her voice made his chest ache in the most wonderful way.

"And I love you, darlin'," he murmured "Ain't no one else who can get me goin' like you can."

Pulling you close, Stan nuzzled against your neck, placing a trail of gentle kisses along the sensitive area. A satisfied rumble reverberated in his chest as he reveled in the afterglow of your love making.

"Mmm, you really know how to show this old dog a good time," he purred, voice laced with contentment. "Ain't no doubt in my mind, that was one for the record books."

Stan then brushed a stray lock of your hair from your face. "You're one in a million, sweetheart. My one and only."

Gazing softening, you gave him another soft kiss turning the camera off as you let it fall to the floor as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"I love you Stanley Pines."

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thebigbiwolf · 1 year ago

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Spittle - Part 1/2

Summary: The chocolate seems innocent enough - if you look past the Infernal writing on the wrapper, and with so few pleasures in the wilderness, you all but jump at the chance to sneak yourself a small treat.

Unbeknownst to you, the bar is infused with succubus spittle. Just one square is rumored to contain enough potency to send a mortal into the throes of ecstasy.

This is what happens when you eat half the bar.

Fic Tags: Sex Pollen (kinda), aphrodisiacs, succubus magic, a bit of dom!Astarion, unprotected piv, overstimulation, he talks you through it (iykyk), more tags will be added later.

Fic Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Dubcon (if you squint), Language, No use of Y/N, magical influence

Read on AO3: Here

A/N: Remember the dead spider? I remember the dead spider. Anyways, the reception I've been getting on Starvin', Darlin' has me wanting to thank everyone with a one-shot. This got away from me so I went ahead and split it into two parts.

I've never written anything like this and it was significantly more difficult than a multi-chapter fic. I hope everything comes across the way its supposed to! And a huge thank you to my beta @imaginarydromedary for...you know... encouraging me to post this, despite everything.

From what you could tell, there wasn’t much to the apothecary.

As you push open the dilapidated doors, your first thought is to search for supplies - anything that could help if things went south on your way to the goblin camp.

Dried herbs hang from the rafters beneath a thin veil of cobwebs, filling your lungs with a pungent clash of scents. Empty bottles lined the shelves along the wall, caked in several months worth of dust. Large chunks of the building were missing where stone met splintered wood, some areas almost entirely overtaken by greenery.

You step over broken shards of pottery, scanning over the floor and countertops for something - anything that may be of use, but to your disappointment, it seems like the shop was entirely ransacked long before your arrival.

You sigh deeply, knowing you’ll likely never hear the end of this from your companions. It was your idea to search the village. You were the one who suggested taking out the goblin scouts, exerting everyones’ energy, and now you’re afraid you’ll have very little to show for it.

You catch a glint of gold, an object reflecting the sun's rays beneath a pile of rubble. You kneel down to brush away the surrounding debris, thankful for even the smallest promise of coin before your hands catch on… some sort of serrated edge?

You pull at it, and it easily comes loose. It's a thin, rectangular block, just barely larger than the length of your hand. You wipe away some of the dirt with your sleeve, revealing an intricately designed foil wrapping underneath.

As you speculate what this might be, you hear footsteps approaching from behind, light and familiar. You turn to face the elf with a smirk.

“You’re supposed to be the stealthy one.” You chide at him, playfully, “Or has my blood put a little skip in your step?”

Astarion scoffs. “I’ve been here the entire time, watching you fumble around in the dirt.”

Crimson eyes study you, then the object you’re holding. He places his hands on his hips, head cocked to the side with a raised brow. “Is that what you’ve dragged us all the way here for?”

“First of all,” you waggle a finger at him, “You’re especially grumpy when you’re tired. I’ll have to make a note to prioritize your beauty rest. Second, I haven’t finished looking around, but check this out.”

You hand the bar to him as you stand. The cool skin of his fingers brush against your own, and you’re irritated with the way your heart skips at the brief contact. Why did the one man you found attractive in your camp have to be such a primadonna? And such a huge pain in the ass?

Astarion’s eyes scan over the textured paper with suspicion, angling it towards the light to get a better look. The golden wrapping is stamped with an image of red lips On the back, letters twist and curve in a language you don't recognize, following a single circular pattern where they meet in the center. You’ve never seen anything like this, neither in your travels, nor within the city walls of Baldur’s Gate.

“Where did you find this?”

You shrug, then point to the pile next to you. “It was buried right there.”

He silently stares at the foil, mouth pursed, until your patience begins to wear thin.

“Well, can you read it or not?”

His nose scrunches. “Of course I can’t read it. It’s written in Infernal.”

That’s… odd. Why would an ordinary apothecary sell goods made by devils? Or, worse, for devils. Unless, of course, it was some sort of marketing trick, perhaps a play on the phrase ‘sinfully sweet’, or some other cringeworthy branding.

You take it back, turning it over in your hands before tearing at the corner of the wrapping. It's sectioned into dark, rich squares, and smells indisputably like chocolate.

“It looks like candy.”

“An excellent observation.” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now, can we go? We’ve spent more than enough time here already.”

You roll your eyes and stuff it into your bag, setting off for camp, vampire in tow.

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During dinner, you decide not to tell the others about what you found, knowing Astarion’s likely already forgotten the event. You set down your empty plate, thanking Gale for tonight’s meal. He smiles at you and bids you goodnight as you excuse yourself to your tent.

You pick up your rucksack, thinking fondly of the dessert that awaits you inside. Having lived at the beck and call of your companions for weeks on end, you can’t help but smile at the idea of selfishly indulging in a small treat like this.

You tear open the rest of the wrapping and snap off one of the squares, immediately popping one into your mouth. It melts - buttery in texture, with a smokey, slightly bitter flavor. You can’t remember the last time you’ve eaten something so rich. Maybe weeks of the same rations have made you easier to impress, but this felt especially notable.

As you break off a second piece, a strange tingling sensation begins to spread across your lips - a pleasant buzzing that starts at your neck and spreads down through your chest.

Strange, but not entirely unwelcome. You’ve heard of such inebriating chocolates, ones laced with alcohol or species of flowers that numb one’s senses for a short while. All harmless, of course, and you don’t have watch tonight. You may as well enjoy yourself. If worst comes to worst, Shadowheart is just outside with an assortment of spells and potions. Always better to ask for forgiveness.

It only takes you minutes to finish half the bar. You set the rest next to your bedroll for later and turn to blow out your candles, enjoying the lingering physical effects of the chocolate. Your skin feels flushed and delightfully warm as you settle down for the night.

When sleep finally takes you, it's dreamless, at first. Your consciousness sways, floating in an empty abyss, until colors begin to bleed onto the blank canvas of your mind.

A trickle of red morphs into the shape of familiar eyes, piercing you with their intensity..

Droplets of white spatter over a dark background, diffusing, blending into whisps. They curl and twist before settling into soft, coiffed fibers.

Hair , you recognize immediately, his hair . His eyes.

Astarion.

His image fully takes form, as if it had been waiting for you to make the connection before entirely revealing itself.

He reaches out and seizes you, grabbing painfully at your hips as you crash into his body, hands exploring you - tight, possessive, squeezing at every inch of exposed skin before settling on the curve of your ass. He digs into your flesh with the blunt edge of his nails.

His lips press hot, wet kisses to your throat, mouthing just below the ear, before dragging his tongue along your nape and sucking, hard . You whine at the pressure, eliciting a grin from the elf, so characteristically pleased with the pathetic little noise he’s managed to pull from you.

“You thought sleeping would allow you to escape this - to escape me , unscathed?” He growls against your skin, his voice almost unrecognizable - as if it’s layered beneath a lighter, somehow more arrogant, feminine one.

“No, no, no. Wake up, darling. You’re in for a very long night.”

–

You startle awake, gasping - loud, labored breaths struggling to make use of the unbearably thin air. The edges of your tent bleed in and out of focus, spinning at a nauseating pace as you attempt to recollect yourself.

You wipe at the sweat collecting on your brow, the muscles of your arm heavy and aching, and find that your skin is absolutely drenched.

Hot. Why is everything so hot?

It's as if you're being cooked alive beneath your blankets, strangled beneath the furs. You throw them off; normally soft to the touch, the fibers now only worsen the prickling beneath your skin.

Could this be some sort of illness? A fever?

No, this doesn’t make sense. Everything feels off.

Fleeting thoughts of Astarion cross your mind - quick flashes of a sinful smile that was not his own.

It didn’t quite match the one you’d silently come to admire, and now that you think of it, the hunger in his gaze was much too intense for the reserved elf.

His hands, his mouth, the way he touched you -

Your abdomen cramps, bringing your thoughts to a screeching halt.

A stabbing, visceral pain; a knife plunging into your organs. It overwhelms you, forces your body to curl into itself. You hold your pelvis, grunting, and grasp at your sheets. Tears sting the corner of your eyes.

This is - well, you have no idea what this is.

You can’t think past the pounding in your head, the throbbing in your midsection. You're compulsively twisting, writhing, begging the gods for some sort of reprieve, but it's then when you make the most mortifying discovery of the night.

You’re soaked .

N ot just your smallclothes, which may have been understandable given your strange dreams, but through your damned pants. Not even the sheets were spared.

“What in the hells…?”

You run your fingers over yourself, only intending to confirm the horrifying reality of your situation - that this is not, in fact, some sick, perverted nightmare, but the lightest touch sets off every nerve.

You wail at the sensation: one massive wave of bliss giving way to several small jolts of pain.

Pleasure to the point of agony.

The shock of the sudden orgasm courses from your sex through every limb, clenching and releasing pitiful, warm slick. It leaks freely out of you into your already thoroughly ruined underwear.

Your heart pounds. You stay like that for what feels like a lifetime, toes curled, limbs twitching, waiting for your body to settle.

After a minute or so, your breathing evens, and the thick haze surrounding your thoughts begins to lift just slightly, along with the suffocating heat.

But something within you knows this isn’t the end - knows this isn’t enough . A desperation lurks beneath the surface that you can’t quite name. It screams at you. You need more.

‘Aw…’ A familiar, feminine voice prods at your mind. You quickly recognize her, the woman from your dreams who wore Astarion’s image.

‘All alone, are we? Empty and needing to be filled? Doesn’t that hurt?’

It does. It aches unlike anything you’ve ever known. The lingering buzz of your orgasm just barely quells the worsening cramps, and they’re beginning to rear their ugly head again not minutes later.

You choke out a sob. “Wh- why are you doing this? What do you want?”

Sharp, wicked laughter fills your head, echoing off the walls of your skull. ‘I’m not doing anything, dear. Just enjoying the show.’ She hisses, ‘I told you, it’s going to be a very long night.’

You must be hallucinating. This fever - whatever this is, is simply cauterizing your senses, or possibly interacting with the tadpole? But the tadpole doesn’t speak, not like this. Never so clearly. Not with words.

Think, please. There has to be a reason this -

“Is everything alright?” Shadowheart raps on the canvas of your tent. “I heard a yelp. Are you hurt?”

Shit.

‘Ooh, this one might do!’ You feel an unwelcome… eagerness flood you.

No. No. Absolutely not.

You try not to panic.

Under no circumstances should she or anyone else come in here.

The best strategy may be to ignore her - pretend you’re still sleeping. It seems like a good plan, but before you have a chance to follow through with it, another sharp contraction hits. This one is somehow even worse than the ones before.

You pull your sheets up to your mouth to stifle your whine, but the half elf’s ears are sharper than most. “I’m coming in.”

She opens the flap to your tent and gasps when she sees you there - skin flushed pink, doubled over and covered in sweat.

“Gods, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” Her hand reaches out towards you.

Without thinking, you swat it away with your own. Your skin tingles at the contact, and the essence of a smile crosses over the threshold into your mind. The intruder giggles with satisfaction.

“Don’t,” you plead, “Don’t touch me.”

She scans over you, taking in your humiliating state. Her face twists with concern. “I need to know if you’re feverish. Please. You look awful.”

‘Well, I think you look delectable.’

You groan.

At this point, you know it’s no use fighting this thing on your own. You go back and forth on whether you want to tell her the whole truth, about the voice in your head and its influence on your body, but the idea mortifies you into silence.

Regardless, a cleric is likely your best chance of fixing this literal mess, so you nod, close your eyes, and brace yourself.

Shadowheart’s palm meets your forehead. It’s somehow worse than you anticipated. Even the simple, chaste touch sends you reeling, as if her soft hands are caressing your entire body. Flashes of heat wash over you, burning your skin, threatening to pull you back under another wave of ecstasy.

It’s too much. You try your hardest to suppress a moan, but the muffled sound manages to escape from between your tightened lips, pitiful and broken.

The disembodied voice squeals with delight.

She quickly retracts her hand, clearing her throat. “Apologies. I can confirm your temperature is… elevated, but the rest…” She shakes her head. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

You want to scream, cry - anything to release your frustration, but you keep your mouth shut, not wanting to risk making any more unsavory noises.

“I believe I can give you some relief by treating the fever, but I’ll have to consult the others on the rest. This doesn’t look like any ordinary sickness.”

Consult the others? No. Gods, no. Nobody can know about this. Is she mad?

You intend to protest, beg her not to share this with anyone, tell her whatever death awaits you on the other side of this would be preferable, but she’s speaking an incantation before you have the chance.

A bright, green aura envelopes you, cooling your skin and ever so slightly easing the cramps. With the pain dulled, it's as though you can finally think again.

You want to laugh. This situation is so utterly ridiculous that you’d find it hilarious, were it anyone else, but with the modicum of relief comes exhaustion - eyelids heavy, vision blurring with weariness.

“Get some rest. We’ll figure this out.”

Her reassuring words are the last thing you hear before you’re overcome by darkness.

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blackynsupremacy · 2 months ago

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CRAVING

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: only two weeks after your honeymoon, the craving for your new husband drives him to distraction at work. when he comes home, he teaches you a lesson on how to be more patient.

contains: based on this request, 18+ content minors dni, smut, swearing, l bombs, fluff near the end, mention of sexting/sending nudes, mention of masturbation, dom!nicholas, sub!reader, begging, spanking, edging, sir kink, cum play, nipple/titty play, unprotected sex, rough then romantic sex, degradation and praise kink, mention of a safe word, nicholas and reader are newlyweds, swearing, masturbation (f!), overstimulation, use of a vibrator, oral (f/m giving and receiving), squirting, cream pie, aftercare, implications of round two.

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“you think you’re so clever, aren’t you, mrs. chavez?”

your husband, nicholas, slyly inquired as he leaned against the doorway of your master bedroom. you paused what you were doing as he had just caught you pleasuring yourself with the pink vibrator that he detests with his entire being. you’re married to him, what the fuck do you need that for? he loves how much you yearn for his presence and his touch, yet you’re so damn impatient. what he can’t stand even more is that you decided to tease him while he was away on his set for a new project. you both knew that crashing down from the high of your honeymoon to the reality of daily life and careers would affect you, but damn— nicholas knew he was fucked up when he saw the photo of you posing on the bed in that sultry, midnight blue satin lingerie set while sporting a chained necklace of his while he took a brief break while on set. he knew he was fucked up when they came in an album of you in various ways. whether you were teasing yourself within the thong, groping the plush melanated skin of your breasts, or worse—letting your fingers dig deep down south before sucking them off like no tomorrow. nicholas couldn’t count on his fingers the amount of times the director had to call cut due to fumbling over lines as his head was clouded with such explicit visions of you. with each call to cut, his frustration towards you grew. eventually, nicholas finally got his shit together by articulating his lines without a hiccup and filming for the day had successfully wrapped, but being the perfectionist that he is, nicholas was fuming as he sped to your home. the tan skin of his knuckles glowed with ivory as his large hand deathly gripped on the steering wheel, he huffed out a breath to slightly settle himself because you already caused him trouble at work—the last thing he needed was trouble with the law. after he pulled into the driveway to enter your home, he immediately followed the sound of his name echoing through the silence of the house which now brings him to the point of catching you red-handed.

“nicholas!” you feigned a gasp and froze in your position, the toy still buzzing against your bundle of nerves. you bite down on your lip to withhold a mosn from both the sensation and your husband’s pissed, yet lecherous gaze upon you. with a nervous chuckle, you attempt to innocently play off as if this wasn’t your diabolical plan to begin with,

“h-how was work today, baby?” you question, the pitch of your voice raised as it was breathier now. you observe as he deliberately saunters closer to the bed to where he’s standing in the center of your propped, spread legs. the usually soft brown gaze of his now shifted to an intense black as he peered at the sight of that damned pink contraption still giving you half-assed ecstasy. with a scoff, a wicked chuckle vibrated from the depth of his chest. nicholas slowly shook his head.

“after everything that you’ve done, that’s all you gotta fucking say?” he quizzes with a tilt of his head, his brow raised to see how long you could keep up this facade.

“nicholas, i—”

“i’m sorry, baby, but i don’t know who the fuck you’re referring to—you see, nicholas indulges his time with women who’re patient, but sir, does not. do you understand that?”

you only respond with a nod because you could feel your first orgasm slowly approaching. he could tell also from the way your open legs slightly twitch, as well as the rise of your bucking hips from the bed. nicholas places his hands on either side of your hips, making sure to keep distance as he leans forward over your body.

“oh, no, sweetheart. y’know that mute shit doesn’t fly when you’re on punishment. tell me that you understand. right. fucking. now.” he whispered, his lips kept in a tight straight line as his eyes searched your face. by the look in your own eyes, you were practically begging him to snatch the vibrator away and scratch the itch that’s been bugging you since you’ve returned from your trip. you needed him, but due to your impatience, you might not get what you need by your way. you were in trouble and it only increased your craving for him to properly handle you like a man should.

“y-yes, sir. i—i understand.” he smirks as you actually manage to comply. in these situations, you’d be a brat, but as your husband, his heart raced as he could see that your desire for him was higher—more urgent, now that you both vowed to love and hold each other forever.

he peered down at your dripping sex briefly before shifting back to your angelic, glowing face,

“you’re bout to cum soon, yeah?” he softly questioned, chuckling as soon as a whimper left from your full lips.

“y-yes— yes, sir. wanna cum so bad, please.”

nicholas tilts his head, sucking his teeth.

“i get it, but with this.” he referred to the vibrator, “ah, no, baby, i think you got something twisted.” the next thing you knew, he slapped the toy from your hand and soon as the light thud hit the hardwood, two of his skilled fingers easily slid inside of you. you bawl out a whine once his thumb takes the devices place on your clit. this was all you ever wanted, his touch. nicholas’ length grew hard at the fact of how easy it was to gain access. with each motion of his fingers against the velvety cushion of your clenching walls, your arousal was getting out of control. it was like his fingers were on a fucking slip n’ slide. there it was again, that ball of heat forming within your abdomen,

“s-sir! m’gonna cum. only you can do it f’me! just—please, let me cum!” you thrash your hips against the rhythm of his fingers, you feel your entire body cave in when you look to see that gorgeous smile of his flash before you. maybe he was going to let you off the hook this time, right?

wrong.

just as easily as they went in, his fingers slipped out of you and his thumb ceased its sweet caress, leaving you to hang. this was only just the beginning of your punishment now. the luminous glistening skin of nicholas’ fingers were instantly clean by his tongue, he hummed at the addictive taste of your nectar, a taste he could never tire out of.

“as much i love to hear you beg, i don’t think you deserve to cum right now.” nicholas paused briefly as he began to unbutton the pristine white shirt he wore, effortlessly sliding the garment off of his bulging shoulders and biceps to reveal the sculpted body he’s been working so hard on for years. hell, he’s still working— no matter how many times you’ve seen him in his true form, it was like he was getting thicker.

fuck, you were so lucky to be married to such a fine specimen and him being good looking was just the bonus.

“i love you, y’know that? and as your husband, i want to take care of you because that’s what i vowed in front of our families—i intend to keep my word while i’m out living my dream and booking projects, but y’know what really fucks it up f’me?” he questions, unbuckling his belt to unzip his pants and free himself only to his black ck boxers you gifted him a while back. you were tuned in to listen, but of course you were distracted by his well endowed arousal staring back at you. he grabs your attention by softly grasping your jaw, forcing eye contact.

“my eyes are up here, baby, you already know how i feel about you, so don’t act so surprised.” it’s amazing that nicholas could be cross with you, but manage to still make you feel adored—as if you were his only one.

“it fucks me up how i’m out here working my ass off to support you, my wife—and then you tease me with that body of yours, knowing you’re my weakness.” he chuckled before continuing, “i looked so damn stupid messing up my lines because you’re all i could think about—” he sat upright on the bed, “get over here, now.” giving a once over to his lap. you shakily sit up to crawl over on his lap, laying on your stomach with your ass angled up for him perfectly.

“atta girl.” nicholas affirmed your compliance, rewarding the side of your ass with a smack of his hand, you yelp.

“sir, i’m s-sorry, i was just—” you cut off by another smack to your skin,

“i don’t want excuses, doll, i want accountability. now—i’m gonna show you how much you really affected me. you’re gonna count the times you made me mess up on set. if you can be a good girl, i’ll forgive you and give you what we both deserve, that good with you?” he softly caresses your skin, setting the expectation before you respond,

“yes, sir.”

“if you don’t, you don’t get to cum, but if it’s too much, you remember our safe word, yeah?” he peered down at you, using his fingers to guide your eyes to meet his sincere gaze. you reply with the words said previously, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. it was short, but full of fire and reassurance.

“good, y’know i’d never want to hurt you.”

there he goes again, his duality between a sexually charged dominant and doting husband were remarkable to you, you could never guess his next move.

“get ready to count, mrs. chavez.” he drew his hand back, returning to make quick contact against your skin.

“one!” you don’t hesitate to cry out.

another smack makes it debut,

“t-two!”

he adds a little more force with another,

“three!”

nicholas repeats,

“f-five!”

uh oh. you skipped a number, you were so damn drunk into the sensation, you fucked up. you pussy tingles when you hear him darkly chuckle.

“you’re pathetic, but you were so close. it was actually five times, but i guess you really wanted to get punished, did you, mrs. chavez?” you were speechless, the lingering sting from his palm remained on your skin.

“sir i—” you try to defend yourself, but now you’re past the point of no return when he commands you to get on your knees. despite the slight ache, you follow through, your head right in between the thickness of his thighs. the impressive tent beneath the onyx fabric of his boxers stared at you, putting you in a state of hypnosis. your thighs clenched, salivating at the mere thought of his taste. you were sure to get in his good graces again because you knew exactly what to do with his precious gift,

“this is your only chance for me to forgive you after acting like such a slut—and you’re just gonna stare at it? i know you’re smarter than that, mrs. chavez.” nicholas leans back, his hips rising off the bed to swiftly remove the final piece of clothing from his body, revealing one of his greatest assets. he was thick and girthy from the base to vein ridden shaft. your mouth watered at the sight of the swollen, strawberry red tip that was already oozing out his seed. his voice broke out of your trance,

“go on—earn my forgiveness.”

he commanded with a whisper, attentively looking on as you started to stick out your tongue to prep your hand, but you paused, another delicious idea creeped into your mind. you bit your lip at nicholas’ baffled expression, your hand descending down your body, reaching to your slickness. you move your hand back and forth, rubbing circles around your clit to emit more juice without cumming on yourself. you wouldn’t dare. once your hand was coated with enough, it doesn’t take long for you to grip at the base of nicholas’ cock before you start to stroke fluidly. as soon as your thumb paints figure eights around the leaking tip, a deep grunt mixed with some profanity echoed throughout the room,

“what the fuck, you’re fucking incredible—my wife is such a nasty whore. keep going, baby, give it a taste.”

he bucks his hips with your hand, now craving more. with soft “yes, sir.”, you bring your tongue out to lick a stripe up on the underside, swirling it around the tip before hallowing your cheeks to take in as much as you can of his length. his taste mixed with yours drives you to move your head up and down in the perfect tempo, not so fast to end it all, but to let you both savor this moment. he deserved it, busting his ass to bring in a bag and take care of you, but here you were fucking it up for him behind the scenes because you couldn’t wait a few more hours. now, feeling super remorseful, you hum and guide him deeper within your throat. the vibration along with your skill causes nicholas to caress his large fingers through your scalp as he feels himself reaching closer to the edge,

“ah, mm. shit—you must be really sorry, huh? fuck, you’re doing so amazing. i bet you’ve been wanting to do this shit all day, you nasty little slut, c’mon, take it.” with a firmer grasp to your head, he practically fucks himself within your throat. he’s grateful that you’re able to take it so well because he’s never want to harm you for his pleasure. nicholas’ body convulses when the wave of ecstasy finally crashes over him, causing his seed to rain down into your mouth. he could bust out more as he observes you swallowing every single drop before popping him out of his mouth, but he just hoisted you up onto his lap to draw you into a fervent kiss. you’d both been longing for each other’s lips to touch since this morning. it was a kiss that resembled two lovers being apart from each other for years on end. with a grip to your neck, his tongue intrudes within your mouth. he took his time to swirl around it before wrapping his lips around to completely suck on your tongue, a moan emitting from your lips as he pulls away. your hand reached to caress along the soft skin of his jawline, you’re still in awe that he was your husband, a man that so much of the world wanted and fell for. you lay one last kiss on his lips before uttering,

“i’m so sorry, nicholas—i didn’t mean to get you into trouble, i promise to wait for you next time. i just—crave for you—” you giggle feeling his face heat up under you while peppering kisses on his skin, “so much.” you whisper into his ear, pecking the lobe before gazing back into his eyes, awaiting his forgiveness.

you knew he was back to the doting husband you exchanged vows with, he didn’t even correct you for calling out his name.

“all is forgiven, sweetheart. y’know, i always want to make sure you’re taken care of and thank you for being so understanding.” his gaze shifted from yours to the skimpy top you were still wearing, his finger slid up to to bring each spaghetti strap down on your shoulders.“y’know i’ll always give my wife what she deserves—take that off. i wanna see you.”

nicholas moves out of the way, so that you could stand before him to teasingly remove the last part of clothing that you had on.

“god, my wife is so fucking beautiful. like, it’s insane—lemme touch you, baby.” he comments resuming his casual position on the bed.

feeling bashful under his gaze, you thank your husband for the compliment before you step closer to him. once you’re in his reach, he pulls you down onto his lap and places your legs securely around his waist. nicholas leans in, his lips ghosting over yours before he finally closes the gap between you again. he spends quality time sharing his lips with yours before they descend to show affection on the skin of your neck, a hum erupts from his chest as his tongue swirls around the glowing melanated skin of your collarbone. you shudder in pleasure at his skill and you were lost in a trance as you watched him bury his angelic face within your chest. while his hand was groping one, his tongue would be teasing the point of your erected nipple then he would alternate. nicholas always made sure each of them got special treatment, but that was just the appetizer.

with such a gentle touch, nicholas turned you around, so that your spine was connected to the bed. his large body loomed over yours as he was still staring in awe at your body. everything within you heats up the longer his eyes lingered over every inch of you. a sigh escapes your lips as his travel from your chest and to your stomach. nicholas reaches your navel, just right above where you need him the most. his gaze holds yours as if asking if he can further. after receiving a silent yet eager nod of approval from you, your thighs were already perched on his shoulders as his head disappeared in the gap between your legs. you’re already a moaning mess when his tongue takes the liberty of claiming its territory along your clit. nicholas nodded and shook his head in different directions as his tongue continued to love on the sensitive bundle of nerves. the chocolate tresses of his hair are tousled by your fingers when he encloses his lips around the pleasure point, giving it a well deserved suckle.

“fuck, nick baby, that feels so good!” you exclaim, gripping his hair a bit tighter, your thighs hugging him in closer. this only motivated him to be more relentless, he moved his tongue rapidly along every part of you and gave a little something extra by having his thumb work on your clit. nicholas grinned in satisfaction at the sight of your legs trembling, your sounds getting higher and desperate. you were going to cum and that’s exactly what he needed.

“c’mon, sweetheart. give it all to me. let go.” your body convulses and falls under the spell of his soft coaxing voice as you let your love for him gush from within you. his tongue lapped you clean of every drop that spilled out of you.

“you did so good f’me, doll, but i know you want more.” nicholas wastes no time in scoring himself up closer, so were face to face. with the use of his hand, guides his cock to line up at your awaiting entrance before he fills you up completely until he completely bottoms out. you both sigh in relief as you both connect, he pulls out and makes his way back in before he starts to skillfully roll his hips into yours. his hands take a hold of your hips to give him leverage as he sits upright. at this new angle, nicholas accelerates his movements as he pulls your legs upon his shoulders and places a kiss towards the bone of your ankle.

“hah, fuck, i love you so much—mmph! take it, baby, take it.” you whimper, trying your best to return the phrase as his tip continued to strike at that sweet spot of your cervix,

“i—ah, love you more!” you arch your back, pressing your hips up closer to his once he hit the target inside of you. nicholas moved so fluidly, the squelching sound of your arousal made it easy for him to do so. nicholas loved the way you just fit around him, you were so warm, so tight, and so inviting. he craved to be closer to you than ever. taking his hands from your hips, he placed them on the small of your back to meet you right where he his. your chest bounce against his as his motions don’t stop when grinding his hips vertically inside you.

“c’mon, baby, fuck me back.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. your clenched your thighs tighter around his torso for your hips to meet his rhythm as you bury wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and bury your face within his neck. he grunts as you clench tighter and tighter around him.

“m’so close, nick.” you whimpered out, digging your nails in the skin of his shoulders.

“just a little more, baby—wait f’me.” he urged, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as you pushed your heated, sweaty body closer to his. with each stroke of his hips, he pushed you closer to the edge. that familiar ball of heat within you started to intensify if he kept going at this pace.

“shit. nick, please…” you gasped, your breath hitching as you try to hold it just for him, you knew exactly what he wanted to do. nicholas reached in between your bodies for his thumb to send stimulation to your clit. he moves in figure eights that’s sure to take you there. the cries of his name mixed with your consistent clenching of your walls around him caused the tempo to increase, he could let go at any moment, but he wants to share that moment with you, his wife.

“baby, look at me—cum with me, i got you.” he murmured, pulling you from his shoulder to maintain eye contact. there’s just something about the way you look at him that just makes him falter. your eyes resemble those of a doe, as you blink he notices the curl of natural eyelashes and the way your brows furrow with such concentration. it all makes him want to melt.

“ready?” he questions, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. you respond with a quick nod and instantly press your lips to his. with one final stroke, you felt yourself become undone. there’s pleasure washing over you like a great tsunami as your juices find themselves on your thighs and his cock. your body trembled as you repeatedly moaned out his name mixed with the occasional profanity. nicholas felt his own release course through him as he watched you ride out your high, his movements never ceasing. the mixture of your fluids started to drip from deep inside of you. after you both came down from your euphoric state, nicholas slowed the roll of his hips, his hands gently caressing your thighs as he pulled you in closer. he initiates a lax, yet sensual makeout session for a brief time before pulling away, giving you the most smitten of stares at your afterglow.

“are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“yeah, why’d you ask?” you nod, matching his concern.

“i don’t know, i think i went overboard with the whole punishment thing. if i hurt you i’m so—”

you cut him off with a kiss, “mm-mm. i’m fine, honey. besides, you looked sexy as hell while doing that.” you softly chuckle, caressing his sculpted jaw. “maybe i should tease you at work more often.” you quip, smiling as he joins in the laughter. “hm. maybe, because that was fucking amazing.” he places another kiss on your lips, “you’re amazing—i love you, mrs. chavez.” he proclaimed in a hushed tone. he took your left hand and giving the rock on your finger a peck.

“i love you more, mr. chavez.” you reciprocate the affection, rewarding him with more kisses. his hands continue to roam your body, soothing and grounding you within his lap. it wasn’t long until he pulled out gently to place you on the bed. you felt a shiver run through you at the loss of contact. nicholas gingerly placed you in arms bridal style and he leads the way to your shared bathroom where you both continue to indulge each other in the shower.

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mclachlanupdates · 9 months ago

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officialsarahmclachlan on instagram stories.

#Sarah McLachlan #Instagram #Instagram Stories #IG #IG Stories #Concerts #Live #Tour #Fumbling Towards Ecstasy 30th Anniversary Tour

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madhatterbri · 1 year ago

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Frustrations | K.M.

Summary: Kol makes up being busy with his family to you. 18+.

You knew the risks of dating someone from the Mikaelsons. They were a close knit family. Any person that dared to mess with one sibling was met with the others. It was charming at first but now it was making you frustrated.

It had been weeks since the last time you had sex with Kol. Several varying excuses led him to be away from you but they always revolved around his family. Some nights you were voluntold to watch Hope while others he was on a mission to save his family. Today was going to be the day you were going to end your unwanted celibacy and get some release.

You looked down at him with a smirk. His head lulled back against the headboard. Eyes half closed in pure ecstasy as you circled your hips. His breath and words raspy as he spoke to you. Sometimes you weren't sure if he was even speaking in English. Your motions were a little sloppy as you felt yourself closer to climax.

"Kol! Klaus needs you to- oh my God!" Rebekah shouted and blocked her eyes. Knocking before entering a room was nonexistent with this family. You screamed in horror and pulled the blanket over your back. Kol moved a pillow over his chest as if to cover himself.

"What?" Kol asked irritability. His eyes locked on his sister. "What is so bloody important that you are barging into my room?"

"Klaus... he wants to see you in the study. I... I'm going to go," she spoke sheepishly before making her exit.

You laid on your back and yelled in frustration. Your hands balled the sheets under you. Your body physically hurt at being so close. Kol hovered over you and kissed you once more. He acted like the last twenty seconds didn't happen.

"Just go before Klaus come in," you sighed and playfully kissed his nose. There was no coming back from the pissed off hybrid. Especially after his daughter was born. Kol sighed in frustration yet dressed before going to check on his brother.

✨️

Kol was gone well until the night. During that time you worked on various potions. Nothing crazy just simple ones for when they were needed. The door to your spell room opened and closed.

"Welcome back," you teased hearing his footsteps come towards you. Soft kisses planted on your neck and shoulders. His hands reached the hem of your dress and pulled up exposing your underwear.

"Where were we, darling?" He asked pressing his erection against you. You wiggled against him. The man always knew how to make an entrance.

You turned to make your way to the bedroom. Prior experiences taught you it was better to not waste too much time. He grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.

"No. Here," he spoke roughly. He needed you more than he would ever want to admit. While he was gone all he focused on was finishing what was started this morning.

You nodded and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was innocent at first until your needs got in the way. He pressed you into him as if you would float away from him. Playful bites turned into teeth clashing against each other. Your hands pressed against his chest guiding him to a wooden table.

He hoisted himself up to a sitting position before meeting your lips again. His hands fumbled with the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans. You helped him wiggle his pants and boxers to his thighs. Your lustful eyes met as you straddled him. He raised your dress again as you shoved your underwear to the side.

Moments later you were seated fully on his cock. Your hands placed on his shoulders to help you. His hips bucked eagerly as he nipped at your neck. Loud moans echoed in the room.

Empty vials clicked together loudly as the table moved from your actions. Your knees ached as they rubbed against the wooden table. Your voice hoarse as he ripped moans and cries out of your body.

"I'm close, your name," he breathed out. "Please don't stop,"

Your heart swelled with pride. You loved hearing those words no matter how many times you heard them before. He showered you with compliments as you worked him closer to his climax.

You cried out for Kol as your orgasm washed over you. He wasn't long behind you. One last cry of your name as he thrusted messily into you. He leaned against the wall behind him. His eyes darted

"I hope one of those potions is for stamina because you are going to need it," he smirked and pulled you in for another kiss.

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musicalelo · 7 months ago

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When all we wanted was the dream To have and to hold that precious little thing Like every generation yields A newborn hope unjaded by their years

Wait (1993) - Sarah McLachlan

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bunnysbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Back Seat

Kinktober prompt: Car sex

Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader

Content: Explicit sexual scenes, (essentially) PWP, quickie, creampie, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, don't be like Dean), pet names

Summary: Quick! You and Dean only have half an hour before Sam comes back, and he needs you. Now.

You leaned forward and wedged yourself between the two front seats of the Impala, listening intently to Sam and Dean recite their plan for tonight. It was Sam’s role to head into this building to scrounge up files.

“Shouldn’t take more than, let’s say, thirty minutes?” the younger brother estimated. Dean nodded and stitched his brows together with a brotherly worry as always.

"Thirty minutes, if you're in there longer than that, I'm coming in."

Sam nodded to you both and stepped out of the car, checking each of his pockets for extra items he toted with him. You watched as he snuck into a dilapidated entryway and slunk into the building. Dean shifted in his seat to your left to help him settle into the more private setting. He stared at his phone in hand and checked for notifications; finding none, threw his phone to Sam's empty seat and let out a long sigh.

"You okay, Dean?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looking you over out of his periphery and smiled.

His tone was surprisingly teasing, "More than okay, baby. Thirty minutes is a tight squeeze, but I can manage."

"Well, Sam can handle himself, and I'm sure that if he were in trouble he would let us know," you replied innocently. Dean's smirking lips widened into a devious smile.

"Ain't what I'm talking about, sweetheart," Dean said, turning himself in his seat to face you. You tilted your head in confusion. "Mind if I join you back there?"

You looked worriedly out the window toward the building, your anxiety anticipating Sam to burst through that door at any second. Turning back to Dean, you arched your eyebrow at him while his eyes scanned you from head to toe, an excited glint in his eye.

"Dean, are you sure we have enough time?"

"Well, if you keep asking me if we have enough time, you're just wasting it, sweetheart."

With a beat of silence Dean took it as an opportunity, patting your shoulder to have you move to the side and grant him some room. He eagerly crawled over the middle console and collapsed in the back seat next to you, immediately hovering his face in front of yours. You laughed at how quickly he dashed back here to kiss you, but you melted into his kiss nonetheless.

Knowing there was a time limit, Dean worked efficiently on you. His hands found your throat, your tits, your thighs, all of the precious spots that had you gasping through the kisses in a matter or seconds. Dean's hands shifted under your thighs and tugged toward him, flipping the two of you into position in one swift movement.

You straddled his lap, your thighs clenching around Dean's hips as he deepened your kiss, gliding his tongue at the seam of your lips. You granted him entry and allowed yourselves to explore one another. After all the times you'd shared a kiss, the both of you knew the other like the back of your hand. You'd spent time getting to know every inch of the other's body, finding the spots that had you sighing each other's names in pure ecstasy.

Dean's fingers fumbled with your pants, tugging you up to lift your hips so he could strip you from the waist down.

"Sorry," he breathed against your lips, "wish we could do the whole nine, but we gotta go with efficiency here."

You chuckled into the kiss, pressing your lips harder into his own. A low growl roiled through his chest as he tugged your pants down your thighs. You shifted your legs until Dean could peel them off of you, now leaving your bottom half bare and exposed to anyone who'd happen to walk by.

But you couldn't care about that right now. Dean needed you, badly, and you weren't going to let this chance pass by, or let him down.

Dean lifted his hips to shove his pants to his knees, bringing his boxers along with them. His heavy cock sprung free from the fabric and slapped against his stomach, ready and aching to stuff itself into you. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, purely in awe of it each time Dean presented himself to you like this.

He pressed a hand to your back and pulled you toward him, scooping his hands under your thighs to help you back into place, now hovering over his length. You lowered yourself down, settled his cock along your slit, and began to grind your hips, coating his shaft with your sick. Dean let out a deep sigh at your warmth, but still remained insistent on picking up the pace.

"Goddamn, sweetheart, soaked already," he muttered, gasping when you passed over the head of his cock. You smiled devilishly down at him as his eyes fluttered shut, and his head fell back against the seat.

Your lips had found his neck when Dean had had enough.

He needed to be inside you. Now.

Lifting your hips up, Dean tugged you flush with him as he notched the head of his cock into your entrance. You hitched a breath as a moan escaped him, now enveloped by that sweet warmth he loved. It didn't matter how many times he'd done this - that first stroke was unforgettable. He watched your expressions change when he pressed your hips down, pushing you lower onto him.

Your eyes flitted shut as you inched yourself lower and lower, your walls being stretched to accommodate him. Dean leaned you back and kept a hand on your shoulders to keep you steady. He wanted to watch the way the girth of his cock stretch your tight hole.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, totally entranced by the way your pussy warped with his size, swallowing his cock into your soft walls. He bucked his hips on instinct and struck you deeper. You cried softly against your hand, trying to quiet yourself when the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

With Dean's coaxing you began to grind your hips, sending shockwaves through your cunt, and stretching that familiar band in your abdomen to the point of snapping.

Dean cupped your ass and bounced you lightly along his length. Paired with the hypnotic grinding you started, the additional stimulation had you shuddering around his cock. You were already getting close to your release, and Dean recognized it every time.

"Come on, baby girl, that's it," he cooed, now humming his words against your neck, "cum for me."

With another set of thrusts you became undone around him, clenching down onto Dean's cock, letting out a high-pitched moan as your orgasm flowed through you. Dean hissed through his teeth at the warm, fluttering sensation, satisfied at your soft moans falling out of your slacked mouth.

"Attagirl, just keep goin'," Dean said sweetly, pulling and pushing your hips in the same rhythm as before. The overstimulation took you over and left you whimpering, sending soft pleas of slow down, it's too much, to Dean.

"You can take it, babydoll, I know you can. You can handle that, right?"

You nodded as he slowly fucked you through your cooldown, gasping with each deep push of the tip of his cock. Even if you deemed it was 'too much', you loved the way Dean kept you on edge. Hell, over the edge, and it spurred both of you on even further.

"We're running... out of... out of time, honey," you warned.

Dean pulled you flush with his chest and lifted your hips slightly, positioning himself to brace his feet on the floor.

"Guess we better hurry, then."

He rammed himself up into you, snapping his hips into yours at a rapid pace. You cried out against his neck while he held you snugly against his body. His embrace trapped you here, being pounded relentlessly by his thick cock. The head of him crashed against your cervix, and a familiar soreness ached inside of you.

You paid no mind to the pain of it. In fact, you relished in it for days after, when your pussy throbbed after being used to Dean's great satisfaction. At this rate you were sure you'd be sore tomorrow, and in desperate need for some TLC.

That band in your tummy stretched once again, sending you over that crazed edge of an orgasm, clenching your slick walls around Dean's cock, crying his name into his collarbone. Dean's breath turned into a frantic panting next to your ear, uttering obscenities as his own release followed behind yours.

"We won't have time for cleanup, honey," muttered Dean, "guess I'm gonna have to fill you up, huh?"

His voice flowed through you like fresh rain, cascading over you like a rush of cold water. You melted into him at the thought of him spilling himself inside of you, coating your walls with his cum until you were leaking his seed out of your tight cunt.

"Please," you whined, "please, Dean. Please fill me up. Fill me up. Please, please, please, please."

That eagerness you had was a surefire way to overtake Dean's senses. Your perfect little mouth muttering pleads for more, for him, and for his claim over your body in the most delectable way.

Dean's thrusts faltered as his own orgasm chased him, bringing his high up to match your own. His cock twitched inside of you as he came, shooting warm ropes of his cum into your drenched pussy. You both let out a long, drawn out moan at the warm feeling, as Dean's cum spilled out of you around the base of his cock.

There was little time for the usual aftercare Dean provided you. The two of you worked together to lift you of of his cock. You paid close attention and clenched your walls around the sensitive head of him, making him gasp against your ear.

"Now that's just mean," he prodded.

"I'm fully aware."

He rolled his eyes playfully. You rose higher until his cock left you empty, your tight pussy now leaking his cum onto his abdomen.

"Sorry," you muttered. Dean replied with a soft laugh before helping you situated yourself, handing you your pants and underwear.

"You don't gotta apologize, baby. Haven't had anything in a few days... had a lot in me that time."

Your reply was a swift kiss to his cheekbone before you shimmied your legs back into your pants, shifting uncomfortably at the new wetness of your underwear. Your own juices mixed in with Dean's, as one, serving as a reminder of how you'd been claimed as his.

"Wanna do a movie night when we're home?" Dean posed, ,climbing clumsily over the console and back into the driver's seat of the Impala.

Leaning forward between the seats you replied with a smile, "Another cheesy romcom?"

His guilty pleasure, and also yours, especially when you were snuggled up with him under the covers. Dean smiled, "Hell, yeah."

Hi y’all! I’m sorry this one was shorter than the last, but I hope you liked it! I don’t wanna burn myself out since I’ll be writing every day this month, so some of the fics might be short.

But hey, at least I’m building up the master list!

#fanfiction #supernatural #spn #spnfandom #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural smut #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean x reader #bunny writes #kinktober

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