#let me know if i���m missing any spoiler tags

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

take your kid to work day

pairing: real dad! chris x reader

cws/tags: father/daughter incest, rough sex, p in v, oral m! receiving, piers featured, degradation

summary: chris finally agrees to take you to work with him, and in an attempt to get his attention, you flirt with a coworker of his. spoiler alert: it works.

a/n: this is a commission for an anonymous commissioner!

wc: 5k

this is ddne content. continue at your own discretion. you are responsible for your own content consumption beyond this point.

‘Take Your Kid To Work Day’ was a holiday you never got the pleasure of celebrating as a kid. You had to go to school and practice multiplication tables with the other kids who must not have been loved enough by their parents to be whisked away from the dullness of 5th grade and taken on an adventure into the adult world. It wasn’t that your dad didn’t love you. In fact, you’ve always been a bit of a daddy’s girl, which is why it made you more upset when your father refused to take you to work with him year after year. 

Finally, as an adult, after begging Chris for weeks, he agreed to take you to work with him. 

“Why do you want to go to work with me? You already have the day off.”

You have every day off when you’re unemployed. Or, between jobs, as you like to say. 

“I just wanna know more about what you do all day.”

What you mean is: I just really wanna hang out with you all day ‘cause I miss you when you’re at work. 

“Fine, but don’t complain when you find out how boring it is.”

When the day arrives you wake up early so you can get yourself all dolled up for the occasion. You don’t exactly have “work clothes”, but you manage to dig out something similar from the back of your closet. 

You find a would-be-professional-if-it-wasn’t-too-short skirt, and a cute blouse that only shows some cleavage. You decide it’s tastefully teasing, and it’s not like anyone can see your nipples. 

“You’re not wearing that,” Your dad says the moment he sees you. 

“Why not?” You pout.

“I don’t work at a whorehouse.”

“Don’t call me a whore! That’s so mean, dad.”

He scoffs in response, giving you an eye roll that looks just like one you’d give him. Your sass must be genetic.

“Bend over,” he says, and though it’s an odd request, you do as he asks. 

You always do as your dad asks. 

“I can see your entire ass,” he says. 

“Yeah, of course you can – you looked up my skirt.”

Chris sighs. “I don’t have time for this. Put your shoes on and get in the car.”

He doesn’t wait for you. He walks out the door without you and you worry you’ll have to chase him if you want to claim a spot in the car this morning. 

You quickly step into heels that you’ve spent hours training yourself to walk correctly in, though it still takes you a moment to steady yourself as you walk outside. 

When Chris starts the car, you immediately ask, “Can I connect my bluetooth?”

“No,” he’s quick to shut you down.

“Please, dad. I wanna listen to music.”

“Yeah, and the music you want to listen to is awful.”

“That’s your opinion.”

He always has his gripes about ‘kids these days’, and one of his complaints is that the music you listen to is trashy and kids shouldn’t be listening to songs that belong in a strip club. But you’re not a kid. Truthfully, he’s just stuck in his ways and doesn’t like the sound of the 21st century. It makes him seem older than he is. 

At a stoplight, he digs out his phone from his back pocket and hands it to you. He’s never let you touch his phone before. It’s like being handed the keys to his world in the shape of an iphone.

“Only music,” he says. “Do not snoop through my text messages, my emails–”

“Okay, okay, chill.” Part of you thinks he’s just a private person, and he probably doesn’t have any juicy secrets to hide. He is kind of boring on paper. But then again, doesn’t everyone have at least one thing they’d take to their grave? 

His Spotify liked songs would take you back to the 80s if you’d ever been there. It’s full of David Bowie, The Cure, and the Top Gun soundtrack. 

You take a glance at him after you put on Don’t Stop Me Now, and Queen has him in a trance – it’s like putting on one of those stim videos for babies. He’s completely distracted. 

Naturally, you look at his texts first, and as you suspected, they’re boring and sparse. Mostly coworkers plus Claire and occasionally Leon. Despite the fact that you’re on your way to HQ, you don’t care much about the ins and outs of the BSAA, and you doubt Auntie Claire and Uncle Leon have anything interesting to say. 

You don’t even bother checking his email. You’re not interested in his meeting invites, discount offers and spam. If you really needed a coupon for 20% off at Michaels you’d snoop through an old lady’s purse. 

His camera roll is basically empty aside from a few pics of the two of you together on your 21st birthday when Claire insisted on taking them. They are cute, though. You look like the perfect pair with matching smiles on your faces. You make a mental note to send them to yourself at a later date. 

Now, his internet search history, that’s a different story entirely. You assumed he’d be looking up, well, anything but this: how to get over my attraction to my daughter.

Most girls in this situation would probably open the car door and throw themselves out onto the highway out of sheer disgust. You’re shocked, but not disgusted, per se. 

You’d never really thought about him like that. But now that the thought has been placed in your head, you can’t get rid of it. Everything becomes covered in a sex-colored aura. Dad’s big hands on the steering wheel as he drives, his warm, calloused touch when his hand brushes yours briefly to take back his phone, his gruff tone when he asks you if you’re coming or not. 

Not yet, daddy, you think. But you could make me. 

You shake off the thought and climb out of his car. He walks slowly so you can catch up with him, or at least, that’s what you let yourself believe – really, he just needs to be close enough for his car to register him pressing the lock button on his keyfob. 

He opens the door for you and it makes you feel special until he continues holding it for the woman who walks in behind you. You nearly sneer at her before realizing it’s Jill. Auntie Jill who you love to death – more than ever this morning, knowing that she only likes girls, which means she is no competition. Plus, if you’re being honest, you think she’s got a thing for Auntie Claire. You could be her sister-in-law, or she could be your actual aunt, or both. It’s all mixed up, but it doesn’t matter because the only thing that does matter is Chris, your dad. Your daddy who finally loves you enough to take you to work. 

There’s a nameplate on his door that says ‘Captain Redfield’. Such a fancy title. It means little to you, but you know he must be a pretty big deal since he’s got his own private office. When he sits down in his desk chair, you look around his office and notice there’s nowhere for you to sit. It should make sense since you don’t work here, but still, you feel awkward standing around like a lost child.  

“Am I supposed to sit on your lap?” you ask, half-jokingly, but also a little hopeful that he’ll say ‘yes’. 

You watch as a look of horror - that he tries to hide – flashes across his face. Horror and guilt because he wants it. He wants you to sit in his lap and if only he knew how badly you want it too. 

“No, you’re a big girl, and you can sit in your own chair.”

“Where?” You gesture to the room around you.

“Do I have to do everything for you?”

“Do you want me to wander around the office looking for a place to sit?”

“Honestly, if it gets you out of my hair for a few minutes, that’d be great.”

Fine, whatever, you’ll find something to do if that’s what he wants. Maybe you’ll come across Auntie Jill and she’ll be nice enough to let you sit in her office. 

As you walk down the hallways of BSAA HQ, you remember what dad said about your outfit earlier that morning. Do you really look like a whore? How would other men feel about your ‘professional’ outfit? Would they think you look like a whore? Or would they think you look pretty?

You catch sight of a few men training in the gym, all sweaty and less clothed than one might usually be in the office. This might be the closest thing you’ll see to a naked man unless you can find your way into the men’s locker room – or into your dad’s pants – so you’d better savor it. 

You lock eyes with a man who reminds you of your dad in the way he has a sort of permanent resting scowl on his face. Until he sees you, and flashes you a small smile, a sign that it’s okay to approach him, a sign that he won’t bite you. Though, maybe you’d like that. 

He stands up from whatever fancy workout machine was giving him those nice biceps that are on display and says, “Hey, the women’s locker room is that way,” pointing to his right. “Unless you’re planning to workout in that,” he adds, giving you the once-over. He’s not subtle about it at all and maybe he doesn’t intend to be. 

“What? You don’t like it?” you ask coyly, nonchalantly adjusting your posture to show off a tasteful hint of skin. 

“No, I think it looks great. I figured it’s probably expensive, so you wouldn’t want to get it all sweaty.”

“It’s not that expensive,” you say, fluttering your lashes, knowing full-well that you bought it on sale at Forever 21. “But I’m not here to workout actually.”

“Oh? Then, what are you here to do?”

Hopefully, to get a little action, mystery man. 

“I was just taking a little walk around the place since I haven’t been here before.”

“Really? First day at the BSAA?”

“I suppose.”

It is your first day at the BSAA. This attractive man doesn’t need to know why you’re there. If it makes him like you more, then you’ll be an officer or a secretary, even the janitor if that’s what he wants. You don’t have to be ‘Captain Redfield’s daughter’. 

“I’m Piers, by the way,” he says. “I’d shake your hand, but I’m kinda sweaty.” He looks down at himself, and decides, “More than kinda, actually.”

You give him your full name, which was either your stupidest or smartest move, you realize almost instantly. 

“Redfield? As in related to Chris?”

“Yeah, Chris is my dad.”

“No way,” he says, looking you over again as if you’ve changed in his eyes. “You don’t look like him at all.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say. 

“As you should...” He trails off, seeming a bit lost in thought. “So, he hasn’t given you a tour or anything?”

“No, he’s too busy for me.” You pout, hoping it’ll get you some sympathy, maybe something even better than sympathy if you’re lucky. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that I know my way around this place, then. I’ll go get changed real quick, and I’ll give you the tour. Sound good?”

“Sounds great. So, should we start with the men’s locker room, since that’s where you’re headed?”

A hint of redness rises in his cheeks. “I highly doubt you’d want to see a bunch of dicks waving around their dicks.”

“I guess I’ll wait out here.”

The thought of dicks – specific ones – does not elude you. In fact, it inspires greater fantasies that you could get trapped in for hours if you let yourself indulge in them. 

When Piers returns with damp hair, likely from a quick shower, your mind gets caught in a spiderweb of thoughts all leading to him being naked in the shower, and you realize your dad must use these same showers, meaning that he must get naked here too.

Piers takes you down corridors of offices with closed doors, displaying names you don’t recognize, he holds doors open for you, he tells you everything he knows though you’re barely listening, he even puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you. 

“I’ve saved the best place for last,” he says, pushing open the door to a small, secluded courtyard. “Some people take their smoke breaks out here, but I don’t really smoke so I mostly just come out here when I need a moment alone.”

“I’m honored to be here in your special secret place.”

“It’s not much of a secret, but it is private.” He looks around, making sure the area is empty before saying, “So, now that we’re alone together…”

He’s going to kiss you, you swear it. Finally, some action, something other than business talk and people walking quickly from one ringing telephone to the next. 

“Nivans,” you hear a familiar voice boom from across the courtyard. 

Uh-oh. It’s dad, and although he addresses Piers first, you know you’re in bigger trouble. 

“Yes, sir?” Piers answers him, retreating from you entirely.

“What do you think you’re doing with my daughter?”

“Nothing, sir. I was just taking her on a tour of the BSAA. She said it’s her first day here.”

When he approaches both of you, he looks like he’s about to punch Piers, but all he says is, “fall in line, soldier.”

Piers responds by scurrying away before your eyes can register that he’s gone. 

You get the rest of your dad’s anger. He doesn’t ask questions, he just grabs your arm and drags you along with him. His office isn’t far, and you realize that if you open the blinds of the single window he has, you get a direct view of the courtyard. 

“You think you’re clever, huh?”

“I was just–”

“Walking around here, looking like a whore and then slutting yourself out to one of my men.”

“He was just being nice to me.”

“Yeah, real nice. A little too nice.”

He swirls his office chair around and pats his lap. “Said you wanted to sit on my lap earlier. Now’s your chance.”

Dying for his attention, you take that chance he gives you even if you know it’s a trap. 

“What were you planning on doing when you got out there alone? Were you gonna let him touch you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? I think you do know. I think you were. I think it’s why you wore this tiny little skirt today.”

“I didn’t wear this skirt for him. I don’t even know him.”

“Exactly. You’re hooking up with guys you don’t even know.”

“We weren’t hooking up!”

“You planned on getting some attention today, though, huh?” He lifts you just enough to give you a harsh slap on the bottom. Your bare bottom since you decided to wear a thong. 

The slap elicits a whimper from you. Though he’s the one hitting you, you have the urge to reach around and cling to him. But you don’t. You realize he’s gone silent and you have to wonder if he can tell. If he can read your mind and know that you want him too. 

The next slap hits higher up, no longer a little spanking on your bottom like one might give their child. No, your dad just gave you a slap to the pussy, which is barely hidden behind your panties. He can feel it. He can’t read your mind but he can read your wet pussy. 

“Did you really get this worked up over almost kissing Lieutenant Nivans?”

“No,” you admit. The truth is something worse. 

“Oh, so who’s making you feel this way, huh?”

And god, you hope it’s rhetorical. 

“You, daddy,” you finally say. 

“If you wanted my attention, then why didn’t you just say so?”

“I did. I begged you to take me to work.”

“But this isn’t what I do at work, baby.”

At least, until now. It makes you feel good to know that he doesn’t usually do this, he doesn’t usually take girls into his office and touch them like this. It makes you feel special. 

“I think I’m gonna have to make an exception, though, since my little girl needs to be punished.”

“Dad, no, please. I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late for ‘I’m sorry’.”

Maybe you should be scared of what he’s planning to do to you as punishment. Maybe you should be scared of other people overhearing and finding out about your punishment. But you’re not. You’re curious, yearning for his touch, for his attention even if it comes in the form of a slap to the pussy. Really, what you want most is to make him happy. 

“What can I do to prove it to you, dad?”

“That’s a great question, sweetheart.” His harsh grip forces you to stand. “You can start by placing your hands on the desk for me and staying still.”

Your hands are flat against the wooden desk before you can make the conscious choice to place them there. Your body does before your brain can catch up. It’s better that way, you decide. 

You can hear the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper, then the shuffling of fabric as he slides his pants down just enough. You hope it’s not that loud, and it only sounds like it is because you’re so attuned to it. No one else in this office is expecting – dreaming of - what he’s about to do to you. 

In the past few hours, you’ve imagined your dad kissing up your thighs, complimenting your soft skin and pretty lace panties, teasing you only lightly before diving in to taste your wet folds. You hadn’t imagined his hands squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises, his body behind you, bending you over the desk and shoving his cock inside you without warning. 

He’s so big it hurts. You whimper in pain – you whimper in desperation, in disappointment that you don’t get to see his fat cock slide in and out of you. 

“Maybe I should thank you for making it so easy for me to fuck you like this. I don’t even have to get you undressed at all, just had to pull your panties to the side.”

It’s not really praise, though, and you know it. You expect him to call you out on your slutty behavior, and you’re right. 

“I should’ve known you’d be loud. Whores like you always are.”

“I’m not a whore,” you protest in an arguably whorish whine. 

“Yes, you are.” He leans in to whisper in your ear the most important part, “but you’re my whore.”

A whine from you is an agreement and it’s also reason for Chris to clamp a hand down over your mouth. Knowing you’re forced to be quiet, his thrusts escalate from forceful to brutal. 

Tears start to well-up in your tear ducts and your legs tremble, but Chris is barely fazed. The few grunts that escape his lips are music to your ears, praising you for your tightness, your wetness without a word from him. 

But his hips don’t falter, his pace remains merciless, and you know he’s not breaking a sweat. 

Yet, you’re coming undone, your knees would buckle if he wasn’t pressing you into the desk, you’re soaking wet, dripping down your own legs. You’re squeezing him tightly, inner walls beginning to pulse with your impending orgasm. 

Just before you fall over the edge, he pulls out. This is the punishment, you realize. It’s not the rough sex – you were enjoying that a little too much for it to be a punishment. 

“Why did you stop, daddy?” you ask with tears in your eyes. 

“I think you know why,” he says, quickly zipping his pants back up and making himself look presentable. 

You stand there, looking pathetic, nearly crying. 

“Pull yourself together. We’re going home.”

“We’re leaving?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna have to tell everyone that my daughter is a little slut who needs her daddy’s cock so badly that she’s gonna cry if I don’t take her home and fuck her right now.”

“No, please, don’t tell them that.”

He almost laughs. “Do you really think I’d tell them that? I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself like that in front of my coworkers. I’m going to tell everyone that you’re feeling sick.”

So, he does. Auntie Jill tells you she hopes you feel better. You probably don’t look well with those teary eyes making your mascara smudge. You’re only sick in the head though – a little cockdrunk. 

You see your dad shoot Piers a look of pure possessive wrath in response to his polite nod. He makes the right choice in keeping his mouth shut as you leave. You wonder if he knows. You consider the fact that maybe you’d like him to know. 

On the ride home, you’re wishing you had music to cover up the tiny whimpers that come from you as you rub your legs together, helplessly trying to get any sort of friction to ease the ache between your legs. 

“I don’t want you ruining my car,” Chris says, shoving one hand between your thighs and forcing them apart. 

His touch makes you moan even though he doesn’t give it to you where you desire it most. It’s the thought of him touching you that makes you more aroused than anything else. You know he’ll give you something at home even if he only uses you for his pleasure. Even the idea of that is tantalizing. 

When you make it through the front door, he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the living room, not even bothering to take off his shoes or his jacket at the door like he usually would. 

He deposits you next to the couch and waits with his arms crossed, staring at you, waiting for you to say something. 

“Daddy,” you start, “I’m sorry for everything. How can I make it up to you?”

“Get on your knees,” he says, simply. 

You already know what he wants. You kneel in front of him and wait as he frees his hard cock from the confines of his pants. 

You reach out to touch him, but he smacks your hand away. 

“Do you think you deserve that?”

“No, daddy.”

“If you need me to stop, you can tap me on the thigh, but otherwise, I expect you to keep your hands behind your back the whole time. Got it?”

You nod, parting your lips slightly in invitation. 

He rubs the head over your lips, letting you taste the precum leaking out. 

“Open wider,” he says. 

You do without hesitation. 

He doesn’t shove his cock down your throat in one thrust as he did with your pussy. Instead, he gives it to you slowly, allowing you to adjust. It doesn’t stop you from gagging or tearing up. 

“Breathe through your nose,” he says. 

His advice helps, but he’s bigger than what you’re used to so you can’t take it all effortlessly. Still, you try, and you find yourself somewhat proud when you look up at him and see his head tipped back and his lips parted as he lets out shaky breaths. 

When he dares to look down into your glossy eyes, you feel him twitch in your mouth, and you know he’s close. You’re prepared to suck him dry but of course he’d never let you. That’d be too easy. 

He pulls out and smacks you on the cheek with his cock, and you can feel your own saliva on your skin, but you don’t bother wiping it off. You’re covered in it anyway as it drips down your chin. 

He stops and studies you for a moment like he’s trying to decide what to do with you. You straighten your back and smile, making sure he knows you’re ready for instructions on how to please him.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls you up off your knees and strips you of your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your ruined panties. He finally takes off his shoes and his jacket, but he doesn’t get fully undressed. 

Chris folds you over the arm of the couch, putting you in a similar position to the one he had you in back in his office. Only now, the blood rushes to your head, making you dizzier than before. He swipes the head of his cock along your folds, gathering your arousal and watching as your hole flutters every time you feel him prod at your entrance.

He presses into you slowly, or at least, attempts to, but you’re so tight it’s almost uncomfortable. He knows he can’t last forever and he wants this to be good. 

“Daddy,” you whine when he pulls out entirely. 

“You’re so needy,” he says with a smack on your ass. “I’m going to make this easier for you.”

You don’t know what he means until two of his fingers pry your lips open. 

“Suck,” he tells you. 

You do more than suck on his fingers, you swirl your tongue around them, imagining his cock is still in your mouth. But, as always, he deprives you of what you want. The cry that comes from you is not one of disappointment at his fingers being taken from your mouth but one of pleasure when they enter your pussy. 

“I know you looked through my phone, baby,” he says as his fingers stroke your inner walls. 

He doesn’t need to see the embarrassment flash across your face to know it’s there. 

“Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to let you search through it if I was really trying to hide something from you?”

You should’ve known. Daddy’s always one step ahead of you. 

“I figured maybe you wanted something more than just my attention, and I wanted you to know that I was willing to give that to you.”

Your dad has always known you better than you know yourself. You hadn’t realized how badly you’d longed for him. Maybe the reason you’d wanted to be so close to him wasn’t so innocent after all. Did you really just want to hug him when he came home every night? Did you hope he’d slip up and catch your lips by accident when you kissed him on the cheek? Did you hope calling him ‘daddy’ would make him feel something more than affection for you?

“But then, you decided you had to go and parade around my office acting like a slut, willing to take any dick she can get.”

He slides another finger inside you, making you gasp at the sudden change. 

“Did you think making me jealous would get my attention?”

Yes, you did. And you were right, weren’t you? 

He doesn’t give you the pleasure of admitting that you did get his attention.

He flips you over and lets you have a moment of reprieve while he undresses, letting you gaze at him while you lie on your back on the living room couch.

“You better swear you’ll never let another man touch you before I give you this.”

Chris’ body looms over yours, caging you in, not letting you shy away from him. 

“I promise, daddy, I’ll only let you touch me.”

“I know you will,” he says, lining himself up at your entrance, and you’re ready to beg him to fuck you. He must know by the look in your eyes – one of complete desperation – that you’ll do anything for him, and that’s enough for him to give himself to you. All at once, but not as harshly as before because he’s prepared you this time. 

“You’d never let anyone else fuck you because you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you moan. “I only want you, daddy.”

For that, he kisses you for the first time – with a passion you’ve yet to feel with anyone else. Though his facial hair scratches you a bit, and will surely leave a bit of a rash, you can’t get enough of his lips on yours. They fit perfectly together, like you were made for each other. It pains you to pull away for air. 

When his fingers meet your clit, giving you a jolt of pleasure that you hadn’t realized you needed, you feel your orgasm begin to build inside you. 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you cry out, over and over again, frantically searching for something to hold onto and finally settling on his shoulders, his arms, his back, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Gonna cum for daddy?” he asks. 

“Please,” you beg, using all your strength to utter a single word. 

“Yes, baby. Go on, cum for daddy.”

It’s a good thing he lets you because you couldn’t have held back much longer anyway. 

When you cum, you cry out for him, your walls squeezing him like you’re afraid he’ll leave you. You want to see his face more than anything but you can’t keep your eyes from closing or your head from falling back.

You struggle to catch your breath even after you come down from your high, and you can still feel your legs trembling when he pulls out and finishes himself off. You hear him groan out your name and feel him coat your stomach with his release. 

“Daddy, do you love me?” you ask. 

“Of course, I love you, baby girl. I’ve always loved you,” he says. 

“I love you too.”

He smiles and kisses you on the forehead. 

“And I’m so proud of you,” he says. “You were such a good girl for me.”

“Really? Does that mean you’ll take me to work again?”

“No,” he laughs. “I’m never taking you to work again. I’m keeping you all to myself.”

[weeesi]

WEEESI READS

aka fic rec series where I scream "you need to read this!" into the void

Indefinite Lines by arwamachine

I know I'm late on this one and I can only apologise to myself for that really. Compelling casefic, cinematic writing, interesting narrative structure, the cutest Rosie incarnation this side of s4, and plenty - PLENTY - of angst and comfort. Incredible character voices, including one of the best Sherlocks I've ever read. Head the tags re: whump though, because hoo boy. @arwamachine is responsible for creating a term that I now think about once a day which I will refer to here as m*** s****** for fear of spoilers. Don't miss Bonus Lines, which is a collection of incredible deleted/bonus scenes that accompanies the fic.

2. Thankless (a 5 + 1) by Silvergirl

Do you love Lestrade? Do you love @totallysilvergirl? Lucky for you, I already knew your answer to both of those questions was OF COURSE YES, WHY DO YOU ASK. As it says on the tin, a 5 + 1 wherein we revisit key moments throughout the series where Lestrade helps Sherlock until, finally, it finally sinks in (hopefully before it's too late). Gorgeous, lush, emotionally resonant writing across the board. I adore Silver's Lestrade (and pretty much everything Silver writes, honestly, including the epic, fantastically written Drawn to Stars and the heartachy, beautifully written A Case of You) and I'm 100% positive you will too.

3. Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords

I love a super unique fic idea and @discordantwords always seems to have an endless supply. How they do it, I would love to know. This fic. THIS FIC. I don't want to give any spoilers but the inherent premise is just sooooo clever. Precise and devastating writing, excellent plotting, with spot-on character details and dialogue (as usual). You should also read their heartbreaking (and heart-healing) s4 fix-it (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea after you give this one a go!

If you're interested in more fic recs, let me know!

[cryptidcorners]

Biker!Mike Schmidt x M!Reader Headcanons

Description: Headcanons with your biker boyfriend, Mike!

Media: FNaF!Movie [ AU ]

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Biker!Mike Alternate Universe, Fluff, Headcanons mixed with Drabbles, Protectiveness, Established Relationship, Found Family, Cute Stuff, Semi-Domestic, Romantic, Comfort + Uses Masculine Terms

Warnings: Mentions of (Gang, Vehicle, Physical) Violence, Injury + Kidnapping, Slight FNaF!Movie Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Stress, Extreme Nightmares

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

Definitely a show-off, even before you started dating. He wouldn't boast too loudly though, he prefers to smoothly tell you how he got blackeye or some new asset on his bike. He always melts when you're impressed by his feats, even if they were from failure.

Mike's a collector. While cycling or suffering from boredom in his dull jobs, he'd swipe a few things that grab his attention and share it with you. He enjoys making chains for you and Abby. It hasn't been the first time Abby has been dragged out of school for wearing a pin with some questionable language Mike didn't notice.

Absolutely adores helping you dress up to resemble his biker wear. Loves helping you find bracelets, decorative eyeliner and rebellious-printed clothes. It makes me squeal eternally.

Gets intense anxiety in populated areas, mostly due to his trauma with Garrett. He doesn't want to think about anyone taking you or Abby away. He's stupid protective in public spaces. With his already intimidating demeanour, it's safe to say nobody bothers talking to you too much.

He enjoys using pet names, but he jokingly calls you "sir", "bro" or "boytoy" a lot. Speaking of which, Mike adores when you make up titles for him. It's something he treasures a lot. A special name for him? And him only? Makes his heart melt.

Takes you on bike rides at any opportunity. He also loves taking Abby in rides too and doing basic tricks with you watching from the sidelines. He's always careful, he could never forgive himself if either of you got hurt.

One of his favorite things to do is let you touch his hair. Nothing makes him happier than intimate moments like that. He likes it more than cuddling and neck kisses. It's just the simple things in life that appeal to him the most.

Wears the silliest shirts while he isn't at work or roaming the streets. Either quotes involving boyfriends or cartoon merchandise. It amuses all of you, but it genuinely makes him happy to indulge in a separate style. Definitely has a: "Men love me, Fish Fear Me" hat somewhere.

You're always at his aid when he comes back bruised. Like the first bullet, he'd calmly hum you an out of tune, over exaggerating story to make himself look good. Truly, Mike doesn't think he deserves you. So, he refuses to embarrass himself.

Loves kissing. That's all.

"Come on, Mike. I gotta go," you giggled as he pressed featherweighted kisses against your skin. You could feel him smiling before he pulled back with a heated sigh. "Just a minute, please? You know how much I miss you." With a playfully eye roll, you wrap your hands around his sides and hug him as he continued peppering you again while grinning sweetly.

Always referencing something. Either it's from a show or song he likes. He's always dumbfounded when you don't understand and ends up spending thirsty minutes rambling about music history.

Pulls pranks occasionally, mostly with Abby's help. A few prank wars have gone down in your household.

Has at least two tattoos based on you (and Abby), he takes his relationships very seriously.

Cried when Abby called you her "dad" once. This loser is so head over heels for you he'd sob if you were complimented him. It makes his heart throb to see you and his sister connect despite everything.

Very defensive. If anything goes wrong, he's either going to use grade school insults or result to violence. There were a couple of times he couldn't come home due to arrest. He'd come back as if nothing happened.

If you ever got into an argument, Mike would try to give you the most formal apology ever. Either by notes or heavily descriptive speeches about how special you are to him. Most of the time it was pretty cheesy, but you couldn't help but be smitten by his adorable attempts.

Much deeper voice + Slightly Childish. He's still pretty shy when he isn't in his element, so Mike is much more confident with you around. Mostly due to his need to impress you.

So much fist bumping.

Mike's bike is DEFINITELY named after you. Anyone who asks about it is immediately shot with dumps of his adoration if you. Bro will never shut up about his boyfriend. Ever.

Mike has definitely gone through those: "This is for you," and failed immediately. As much as it embarrassed him, he finds it cute how fond you were of it. His face flares up a lot around you.

"God, I'm so sorry I missed it." He frowned, face drenched with numb scarlet. "I didn't mean to make a fool out of you." Mike relaxed once you gripped his leather glove with a smile, "So? I still love you. I think it was sweet how you tried to impress me. I'm proud of you." Mike swore he was starstruck right there.

Loves holding your hand, even in public. It's one of the only forms of affection he's comfortable with displaying.

[gege-wondering-around]

Our Unsustainable Weight

Summary

Derek is gone, Stiles and Eli ends up together as father and son because of their mutual loss. Although, not all hope has to be lost.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale | Stiles Stilinski | Eli Hale (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Post-Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023) | Graphic Description of Corpses | Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale | True Alpha Derek Hale | Grief/Mourning | Loss of Parent(s) | Grieving Stiles Stilinski | Spoilers | Mutual Pining | Pining Derek Hale | Pining Stiles Stilinski | Idiots in Love | Miscommunication | Not Actually Unrequited Love | Blood and Gore | Lost Love | Missed Opportunities | Nemeton (Teen Wolf) | Wolf Derek Hale | Men Crying | Not Beta Read | Hurt No Comfort | Loss | Emotionally Hurt Stiles Stilinski Language: English Status: Completed Word Count: 6K

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Ahhhhh can you tell i'm being sad? i dont know how this came to be, i was at school and i was like 'hey i havent posted something in a while' this i started to think and this was born

one day i'll try to write something more happy but i guess that will happen not any time soon

plus little update, i think i might actually move forward with the 'send in prompts in the ask box' thingy, let me know if you are interested while i put together some rules and made a little panel for it

i hope you might still enjoy this @patolemus and @sterekloverforever while the wait persist on the mafia AU, while i send the sweet and usual reminder to @dontcallpanic and @jadezdominion

[steddieas-shegoes]

the freak and the hair and lex

it's time for the weekly fic rec, where i give the top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors. please always check out their masterlists/works because these authors may have stuff you love even more than what i put here! as always, check tags before reading and leave kudos and comments and reblog whenever possible to support writers!

this week is @thefreakandthehair and let me tell ya, this was one of the hardest weeks to narrow it down to my top 3. i have gone back and forth on lex's works for three days trying to narrow it down (and also realized at some point i missed a few posts so i'm about to do a binge read oops). lex is so talented and does so many things for the fandom, so everyone go celebrate her gifts to us!

lex's tumblr | lex's ao3

rounding third, sliding home Rated E | wip/big bang fic The much anticipated big bang fic is in progress and it's SO GOOD. I don't even like baseball, but Lex is proof that I can and will like any situation these boys are in. Massage therapist Eddie!!! Hello!!! I don't have to go into detail to let you know how that's going. Favorite part: Honestly, since it's a wip, I don't wanna give one yet. But I will say that the overall premise of a massage therapist being able to do what trainers and doctors couldn't makes something really happy in my brain.

ice is made to melt (so is my heart) Rated M | 1,507 words It's hockey. I sniff out hockey fics like a hunting dog. I mean it's literally just hockey fan Eddie and I'm eating it up like I've been starving for years. Favorite part because these are possibly word for word things I have screamed at my television at the Bruins whomst I love with my entire heart but would beat with a hockey stick if given the chance: "Are your blades dipped in fucking butter?” “The puck goes in the net!” "You can't shoot for shit, just like you can't grow a decent mustache, huh?" “Your job is to use your big ass body to stop the teensy tiny puck from getting around you and that’s a Hell of a lot easier if you stay in the fucking crease!” 

Livin' On A Prayer  Rated E | 17,915 words It's the classic idiots in love but don't realize it even though they basically have been boyfriends the entire time trope and I cannot get enough. It's like a slow-fast burn in the sense that they're dumb, but this is still short enough to binge in one relatively quick go. Favorite part which is kinda a spoiler so: “And I know myself well enough to know that I would die before letting anything happen to you, especially after nearly losing you once already, so I felt like being here was safest. And I— I don’t mean the same way that I love the kids or Robin or really anyone else. I’d die for them too but that’s— that’s not my point. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I know this is one sided or whatever but I just, I’ve been wanting to tell you just to get it out of me because carrying this around alone for months and months has been wrecking me… I think I’m in love with you.”

[thestraggletag]

this is @rumbelle-scream! i've been in love with rumbelle since sept. 2023, and i missed getting The Thing when i first started!!!

as a rumbeller 🫡 may i please ask for The Thing? 🥹

One The Thing coming right up!

WELCOME TO RUMBELLE, YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I SEE YOU THERE, SO YOUNG, SO FRESH, SO WOOBIE. LET ME SLOWLY CLASP YOU TO MY BOSOM IN A MOTHERLY WAY.

NOW YOU STUMBLE AROUND, A LITTLE LOST RUMBELLE CHICK NEEDING LOVE AND GUIDANCE, TREMBLING WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND BOTTLED-UP FEELS. NEVER FEAR, FOR WE’LL TAKE YOU IN, SINCE YOU HAVE BECOME

ONE OF US.

WE HAVE TEA, FOR YOUR SHATTERED FEELS. WE KNOW IT HURTS, WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE. MOST OF USE JUST DUMP A LOT OF VODKA INTO THAT TEA. IT’D BE EASIER TO JUST DUMP A TEA BAG INTO A BOTTLE OF SMIRNOFF, TO BE HONEST.

HERE, DEARIE, ARE SOME GIFS I BRING FORTH TO YOU SO YOU CAN BLOG ABOUT YOUR FEELS, AND HOW RUMBELLE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND YOU LOVE IT. TAKE THEM, DON’T BE SHY. YOU WILL NEED THEM, YOUNG PADAWAN. THEY WILL BECOME YOUR NEW LANGUAGE. BE WARNED, LITTLE ONE, FOR THEY ARE OF A SPOILERY NATURE THAT MIGHT HURT YOUR WEE EYES. THEY’RE ALSO AWESOME, SO YOU SHOULDN’T STARE AT THEM DIRECTLY.

LIKE AN ECLIPSE.

OR RUMPLE’S LEATHER PANTS.

AND SINCE THIS IS A PRETTY COMPLEX FANDOM I DIRECT YOU TO A WELCOME PAGE SO YOU CAN GATHER YOUR BEARINGS AND EXPLORE MORE OF THIS MAGICAL LAND OF CHIPPED CUPS AND SEXY SCALY MEN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS THERE YOU’LL FIND ANSWERS. IF NOT YOU CAN ALWAYS SEEK THERUMBELLE TAG, AND POST QUESTIONS THERE. RUMBELLERS ARE ALWAYS THERE TO ANSWER.

ALWAYS. RUMBELLERS DON’T SLEEP.

IF YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOME LOVELY VISUAL REPRESENTATIONS OF THE UTTER PERFECTION THAT IS THIS SHIP I DIRECT YOU TO THE RUMBELLE ARTTAG, WHERE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE POST TALENTED THINGS THAT PRODUCE BOTH AWE AND ENVY.

AND LAST, AND THIS IS WHAT I’M KNOWN FOR…

WE.

HAVE.

PORN.

NO, NOT LIKE OTHER FANDOMS. NOT SOME PORN. NOT ANY PORN. WE HAVEALL THE PORN.

ALL OF IT.

EVERY KINK.

EVERY FANTASY.

EVERY POSITION.

FOOD SEX, PEGGING, BONDAGE, S&M (BUT THE REAL TYPE, NO INNER GODDESSES, ALL KINKY FUCKERY), CANE PORN, PRIEST PORN, CANNIBAL PORN, SHADOW!SEX, DADDY!DOM, DOM/SUB, BLOODPLAY, MIRROR-SEX, PREGNANCY KINKS, POWER-SEX, INTERSPECIES SEX, LACTATION PORN, DAGGER!PORN, RAPTOR!PORN, MAGICAL SEX AND MANY MORE.

WE GOT THE SORT OF STORIES WHERE THE DARING SWORD FIGHTS, MAGIC SPELLS AND PRINCES IN DISGUISE ARE EASIER TO BELIEVE IN THAN WHATEVER TANTRIC, MARATHONIC SEX-A-TON RUMPLE AND BELLE ENGAGE IN DAILY IN FIC, WHICH DEFIES THE ENDURANCE OF THE HUMAN BODY AND THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.

I DIRECT YOU NOW TO MY FANFIC REC LIST, WHERE YOU SHALL FIND MANY TREASURES. I ALSO GIVE YOU A REC LIST OF REC LISTS (A LIST-CEPTION, SO TO SPEAK). YOU CAN ALWAYS GO TO THE RUMBELLE FICTAG IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED MORE RUMBELLE PORN FICS IN YOUR LIFE. AND YOU WILL. AND IF YOU WANNA HIT THE MOTHERLOAD OF RUMBELLE FANFICTION CHECK OUT THE RUMBELLE LIBRARY, RIPE WITH DECADENT FICS FOR YOUR PERUSAL.

IN THIS FANDOM WE LIKE TO CELEBRATE WITH FIC, COPE WITH FIC AND START MASSIVE FIC WARS SO THERE ARE SEVERAL YEAR-ROUND EVENTS DESTINED TO BRING FORTH MORE RUMBELLE SEXYTIMES  MOMENTS: THE RUMBELLE SECRET SANTA (ORGANIZED THREE YEARS IN A ROW AND TOTALLING AROUND 350 FICS), FLOOFAPALOOZA (FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO GO ‘AWWW’ DESPERATELY), 50 FIRST HAMBURGER DATES (YES, WE GOT IT BAD), THERUMBELLE CHRISTMAS IN JULY (FOR THOSE LONG HIATUS MONTHS), THEMANTIS DAY MENAGERIE(BECAUSE OUR SMUT NEEDS MORE CREATURES IN IT), THE GREAT RUMBELLE BLOWOFF AND THE RUMBELLE SHOWDOWN. IT ALL CULMINATES WITH THE T.E.A. AWARDS, WHERE WE MOSTLY CONGRATULATE THE WRITERS ON ALL THE SEX, FLUFF AND TEARS (GREAT PLACE FOR NEWBIES TO ALSO SEEK FIC RECS!).

MIND THE SPOILERS, DEARIE.

BUT IF YOU’RE ALL CAUGHT UP YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS TUMBLR WHICH WILL HOLD PRECIOUS TREASURES SO YOU CAN SURVIVE THE SUMMER HIATUS WITH MOST OF YOUR SANITY INTACT.

WE AIM FOR REALISTIC GOALS HERE.

IF YOU HAVEN’T YET DELETED YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT AND MOVED TO A COUNTRY WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION THEN CONGRATULATIONS, YOU INDEED HAVE THE MAKINGS OF A GREAT RUMBELLER. AND YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT HERE.

NOW LET ME HOLD YOU GENTLY, SOFTLY, LOVINGLY.

Welcome to the fandom, dearie

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~Nature's Gifts~

Nature's Gifts Masterpost

Writing Masterpost | AO3 Link

Chapter 5- Underdark

(3700 words)

Important tags: m/f, inappropriate use of illithid tadpoles, blood drinking, biting, porn with feelings, other tags on AO3!

Summary: “Are you trying to woo me Astarion? Did seeing me getting close to Gale make you realize what you were missing out on?” He studied her face for a moment before answering, leaning close enough that she could kiss him if she just leaned forward, only a little more.

“Yes.” Her heart flipped. She reached up, tangling her fingers into his hair and pulling him even closer, whispering against his lips.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“Gale is good for you, isn't he?"

“Maybe. Are you not?"

“No.”

Masterpost | All Writing | AO3

Spoiler below the cut;

the rest is on AO3

“The point, Astarion.” He lifted his hands, cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss. Passionate and cool against her mouth, soothing against the flushed heat of her skin the way he always was. He kissed her until her lungs burned for air, finally pulling away to stare at her, brushing his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“I'm not jealous. If that's how you respond with a kiss, what do I have to be jealous of? If he's good for you, I can tolerate him. I suppose. I'm benevolent, that way.”

“I'm not… I'm… I'm hardly committed to either one of you.”

“No,” he said slowly. “But if you were, I, for one, wouldn't be asking you to choose. If that's what you wanted.” She didn't know what to say, really. She hadn't expected… any of this. Any of it, since the second he had cleared his throat and startled her out of her dreary thoughts.

(NSFW below the cut!)

So she stepped up on her tiptoes, kissing him again, delighting in the way he melted against her, pulling her close as he turned them around to lead her back towards the blankets.

He laid her down gently, nudging her open with his leg and slotting himself between them, laying against her torso. He feathered kisses along her collarbone, grazing his teeth over her neck as he groaned softly.

“I want to try something,” he finally said softly, lifting his head. His eyes were dark with desire, his fingers rubbing up and down her sides. He reached down and lifted her dress, running his hands along her thighs, making her breath catch.

“What do you want to try, Astarion?”

“The tadpoles. I want us both to feel everything the other is feeling here, now. In person. All of it. We've done it before many times just not… well. Together, like this.” Her eyes widened slightly. She was curious. She knew it would be.. an experience. A very, very pleasurable one. She let out a breath, nodding slowly. She shivered at the now almost normal sensation of their minds connecting, as he slowly grazed a knuckle over her swollen, drenched lips. He tutted quietly, leaning down to coo softly in her ear.

“You're already soaked, pet. We haven't even gotten started.” He moved his mouth over hers, swallowing her moan as he slowly slid a finger into her, brushing his thumb over her clit. Sparks of pleasure danced along her skin, and she whimpered, rocking her hips into his hand. Much to her satisfaction, he let out a startled sound, somewhere between a growl and a gasp, resting his forehead against hers for a moment.

“I… hells. That's what you're feeling right now?” She breathed out slowly, her chest rising and falling as he brought his eyes to hers. He slowly pushed a second finger into her, and she was grateful they were so isolated. She wasn't sure who moaned louder as she clenched desperately around his fingers. She reached her hands down with a whimper, tugging at his pants. He shifted his hips, helping her slide them down his legs before sitting up, pulling her with him.

She lifted her arms as the dress was pulled over her head, watching with wide, hungry eyes as he removed his shirt. He never got any less breathtakingly, utterly gorgeous. It was as if an artist had created the most perfectly carved marble angel, every sharp plane and ridge and dip in his body crafted with so much attention it couldn't possibly be real. His dark red eyes and the way his bright halo of white curls splashed around his face, making his irises look like bloodstained rubies against the alabaster of his skin. And when he fed. The warm, red flush that would color his cheeks, a spray of color on that normally pale face. He was gorgeous.

“You know that I can hear what you're thinking, don't you?” She blanched, heat immediately blooming in her cheeks as she cleared her throat. He laughed, a real laugh, and it was such a wonderful sound she couldn't help but feel like she wanted to keep making him do it, for as long as she could.

The rest of this chapter

on AO3

All Writing | Nature Masterpost

[mjmagics]

Chapter 2

Warnings: MC almost gets kidnapped, anxiety of large places, MC swearing a lot, teenage hormonal responses

Rating: 14+ THE ONLY STORY ON MY ACCOUNT NOT 18+

Word Count: 1,500+

I’m not an idiot 

Gotham City,  New Jersey. USA 

Robin watched as a plane landed at the Gotham International  Airport or the GIA. According to his father’s research, a gang leader who went by the name of King of Spades would be coming home to America from the United Kingdom, where he robbed a series of banks. He caused quite a stir for Batman’s allies in the UK, and the whole team was eager to end his criminal career, along with his gang members. 

“Batman, I see the target,” Robin stated, pressing down on the earpiece he wore so those on the comlink could hear him. 

“Great job, Robin,” Batman replied. “Now get to the next zone, Red Robin and Nightwing are in the building to monitor the target. Do not engage. We are to follow him to the hideout of the Royal Flush Gang.” 

The boy in red and green sighed. “I know, Batman, I’m not an idiot.” 

“I was simply reminding you,” Batman pointed out. “There is a break-in at a local retail store, Spoiler and I will handle it,” The man announced before cutting off the conversation.  

“You know what would be useful right now?” A voice came through on the intercom. 

“What, Nightwing?”  Robin asked. 

“Oo! Let me guess,” yet another voice exclaimed. “Miss Martian’s mental link?” 

“Ding ding ding,” Nightwing replied. “Red Robin is our winner.” Then the man sighed, “I’m missing my old team. Missions like this always remind me of them.” 

“Sorry we’re not good enough for you, Grayson,” Robin spat. 

“Boys, focus,” Batman’s voice came through on the earpiece. “And no real names, you all know this.” 

Robin tutted in frustration. “Yes sir.” 

“I can feel your anger from here, Robin,” Nightwing stated, there was a shutter in his voice before he let out a dry laugh. “Shit, I see our target. He is making his way to the far east exit.” 

“On it,” Red Robin replied. “I have eyes on him, is Batgirl and Red Hood ready?” 

“They are,” Batman answered. “Robin, can you tag his car?” 

“That’s easy,” Robin stated. “I was trained since a child for missions much more strenuous than this.” 

“Strenuous?” Nightwing asked. 

“It’s a synonym for hard,” the younger chuckled. “It’s a bit disappointing you don’t know the word.” 

“Ouch, how does that burn feel, Nightwing,” Red Robin chimed with a chuckle.

“I know what strenuous means, I’ m just surprised you know,” Nightwing sighed with defeat. 

“I’m not an idiot.” 

“I never said you were!”

“I’m heading to the car now,” Robin growled before switching off his Bluetooth device and storming out of the area. 

On the other side of the airport, Jade Knutsvig was just stepping off the warm plane and into the humid building full of bodies pushing and pulling to board their flights on time. Her eyes widened as she assessed the large building. In all her years she had never been in an airport as large as GIA. Other than the Mall of America, she had never been in a place this large. She had barely traveled outside of her home state. It was completely foreign to the girl.

After the first wave of shock passed, she found herself sitting on a bench, taking in the glass walls that allowed the pale orange light of the setting sun into the structure. It reminded her of tree sap, and she pulled a piece of crystallized amber from her carry-on. Amber could absorb negative energy, and ever since she was a young girl she was able to rely on the smooth stone to ease her anxieties. 

Jade whispered a small prayer to herself. It wasn’t to any god, but it was a cry for the universe to help guide her through the maze of the airport. After a few deep breaths, Jade pulled out her phone to message her sister. As the device turned on she could see the shadow of a man looming over her. Without looking at him she could already feel an untrustworthy energy radiating from his aura. 

“Are you lost?” The man questioned. “Where is your mom?” 

“I’m by myself,” She swiftly answered. The girl was unfamiliar with the hostilities of larger communities. Jade grew up in the comfort of small towns where everyone knew their neighbors and had their noses in one another's business. Her eyes glanced up at the man, and once she made eye contact with him her stomach dropped. 

“My name is Bruce Wayne. You might not know of me, but I’m a bit of a celebrity around here. I saw you got off a fight from Minneapolis. Are you from there?” 

“No,” Jade whispered. Where is Eliza she found herself thinking. She flies me all the way out to Gotham only to abandon me in an airport! 

Being stuck in her thoughts, Jade missed the moment that the man before her reached for her right forearm. His large hand grasped her body, and a rough pull brought her to her feet. 

“Woah, dude,” She exclaimed, trying to tug away from him. Her attempt to escape his friends was useless and it only made him hold tighter. “You don’t know what you’re doing! My sister is waiting for me, she will know I’m missing.” 

Pleading wasn’t helping Jade’s case, and the man began to lead Jade into the crowd of the airport. Her bag was left behind on the bench, along with her phone. Panic began to set in. This was nothing like home. 

“Help!” Jade screamed, “Help me! Someone!”

The man began to dig his nails into her skin, “shut up,” he growled. He then turned to the crowd the circled them. “Sorry, my daughter is just throwing a fit.” 

“Help! Please. I don’t know this man!” The young woman began to recall what her older sister taught her many years ago. “Please! This isn’t my dad!” 

“Barbra?” A voice sounded from the crowd, and a man with bright blue eyes and dark hair stepped out. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

Another stranger? Why couldn’t her sister be here to grab her? Yet, this guy seemed a lot better than the man who has dragged her across the airport. “Uh- Hi,” Jade said awkwardly. “I don’t know this man. I think he’s trying to kidnap me.” 

The assailant let go of the teen and began to push his way through the crowd. The man who referee to her as Barbara stepped closer. “Hey, let me help you.” 

“I’m okay,” Jade snapped. She was anxious, homesick, and had her life flash before her eyes. Overthinking took over her, and her brain visualized each situation that could have come to her if the man hadn’t saved her. 

“It's no bother,” The man stated. 

“I thank you for your help,” Jade huffed, checking her pockets for anything she might have. The girl found nothing but wanted to gift the man something. She closed her eyes while her right hand was shoved in her hoodie pocket and created a shard of jade stone. She presented it to him, flat in her palm. “Here, a token of my appreciation.” 

The man accepted it and opened his mouth as if he was going to comment on it. Before he could another man, closer to Jade’s sister’s age, stood next to him. “Hey, I know you’re trying to play hero but she’s safe. We have things to do.” 

The man who saved Jade nodded. “Thank you,” He stated, shaking the piece of jade that was in his hands to signify his gratitude. Jade simply nodded before she ran back to her stuff, surprised to see it had not been stolen by a thief. 

The moment she found her phone she called her sister. Her heart was still racing, and then a mix of fear and adrenaline made her legs weak. “Where are you?” Her voice was a whisper, and the moment Eliza replied with: “I’m at the gate c-19. Is that not yours?” 

“No,” The girl said, but as the syllables left her mouth so did a sob of fear. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Where are you? I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

“I’m at “ Jade choked down another sob. “I’m at gate C-13. I wanna go home,” The girl cried, trying to hide in her hoodie. “Eliza, a man grabbed me.” 

“Oh my god,” Eliza gasped. In the background of the call, Jade could hear Eliza’s pace go from a brisk walk to a run. “I see you,” She replied quickly. 

Jade looked around before her eyes met Eliza’s. She felt a wave of warmth wash over her. It wasn’t natural, it was Eliza’s power soothing her. The two finally met, and Jade didn’t have time to hang up the call before Eliza’s arms were around her, her body heat matching the temperature of warmth that was soothed Jade meer seconds before. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Eliza repeated. 

After the two calmed down, filed a police report with airport security and Gotham PD, and retrieved Jade’s bags, the two began their car ride to their home. Jade fell asleep in traffic, and Eliza pondered if the man trying to kidnap her sister was an omen to get her sister out of Gotham already.

[stellrn]

“What kind of a life would I have lived if I didn't choose to board the Express... No, there is no such possibility.”

(‼️Warning from Mun‼️- You CANNOT imagine how long this shit is, so only if you are ready for your fingers to hurt from scrolling…press ‘keep reading’, brave one. I’ll meet you at the end.)

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ 100% volume

🔆ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Rules are made to be broken! 🔆 What you can expect/rules (that are NOT made to be broken):- ✩ Shipping Friendly as long as it’s not an illegal one and I’m comfortable with it. Example for illegal ships include pedophilloic ships etc etc.

✩ mostly one liners/semi lit rp

✩ May add my own personal head cannons of Stelle. But still the same old in-game trash can loving raccoon-like stelle we all know.

✩ DNI if you’re: racist, lgbtqia+phobic: including transmeds, exclusionists, terfs and illegitimate sexualities/pronouns, anti-semitic, xenophobic/Islamophobic, ableist, pedophilloic, sexist/misogynistic and all basic DNI criteria.

✩ No explicit smut content but will rp fluff, romance, angst, gore, drinking/alcohol topics etc.

✩ There is a real person who controls this account, so I may take time to respond to you/your muse/asks.

✩ If I want the RP to end, I will say so and the same goes for you! If you also want to conclude the RP, just say so and I will gladly stop.

✩ It will be up to me to decide if I want to RP with you (if you have send me an in-character ask etc etc.) and if I’m comfortable with where the RP is going. And vice versa.

✩ Also, I don’t want to be the only one carrying the plot of the story and the role play. Please don’t respond me with anything that I don’t have an answer to as the RP will die sooner rather than later. I would request you to be more engaging with the RP conversation.

✩ Please remember mun =/= muse.

✩ Mun messages will be shown with Mun-

✩ Anons are more than welcome! You can make yourself known on this blog with your own tag! But, I will only reply if I’m comfortable with your message.

✩ Not really spoiler-free.

✩ WIP account

🔆This account is NOT affiliated with Hoyoverse.

🔆Current anons:- We got more anons, trailblazers, visitors on the express, let’s go! -🕳️ anon

-🪡 anon

-🎸 anon

-🎎 anon

-🌸🥞 anon

-💧anon

-🦅👁️ anon

-🍳 nonnie

-⛓️💎 anon

-🔆 anon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊ 🔆Of course behind the scenes is any ordinary person Valerie; She/her, 18+ and currently existing. I also go by Xyn (pronounced as shin) or Zenny.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊

•.,¸¸,.•´¯“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇.”¯•.,¸¸,.•´

💫Tags💫

#Trailblazing beyond🌟: General Tag

#The Golden Trash🌟: Self

#Precious trash!🦝: Reblogs

#Queue-ing for…Trash?🦝: Queued

#The main character appears!‼️: Anon asks

#Crippling anxiety 😟: Other in-character asks

#Akivili, the coolest aeon💫: Roleplaying with Astral Express Members

#Cold Dragon Young 🐉 : Roleplaying with Dan Heng/ Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae. #March 8th ❄️ :Roleplaying with March 7th

#Miss Himeko 🚂: Roleplaying with Himeko

#Mr. Yang 👓: Roleplaying with Welt Yang.

#Not the Simulated Universe…🗿: Roleplaying with Herta’s Space Station Characters/characters met in Herta’s Space Station

#This is wild(fire)🤨: Roleplaying with Belobog Characters/characters met in Belobog

#No Trash Cans… 😭: Roleplaying with the Xianzhou Loufu characters/characters met in the Xianzhou Loufu

#Dreamscapes or Nightmares?🌌: Roleplaying with Penacony characters/characters met in Penacony

#”Destined” to encounter❓:Roleplaying with the Stellaron Hunters

#M-mother..? 🕷️🕸️ : Roleplaying with Kafka

#Video-game lover 👾🎮: Roleplaying with Silver Wolf

#Baldie 🗡️🥀 : Roleplaying with Blade

🌟-Ask box is always open because I don’t have anything better to do, well most of the time anyway. Even Trailblazing gets tiring sometimes.

(Mun- This is a role play account for Stelle, the female trailblazer. I love raccoons and trash cans if you know what I’m referring to. Happy trailblazing! Also, I hope your fingers don’t hurt.) *ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊

©galacticbaseballbatter on Tumblr ; do not copy/translate

[residentdormouse]

Yammering Out “Y” Words

Yeah, yikes. As yelling turns to yawning, I must yield this battle to you @mrsmungus; my mind only yearns for yesterday’s dreams. For younger years where being yanked from a slumber wouldn’t be as yucky. As it is, best I have to offer is the image of yeti’s doing yoga in the yard to maintain their youth.

…aka I am so tired and there is not enough coffee…

My Words: Yell, Yawn, Yard, Yank, Youth

Your words: Since this is going to be a scattered hit or miss, with a majority of miss - find five sections with a ‘Z’ anywhere in it. Bonus Points for a word starting with 'Z'.

As Always - Open Tag, even though this really is coming to the end now… What are we going to do with the time. I feel like pooh trying to brainstorm a new challenge.

(There were a surprising amount of spoilers with these words. Or maybe I’m using spoiler too liberally. I’m not sure. I’ve tried my best.)

Yell:

Another wave rolled over her, and she dropped to the floor, involuntarily yelling out in pain. While she had done well at hiding it so far, at putting up a strong front, this shock radiated out from her and she couldn’t hold back the cries of pain any longer. The added verbal release made her unable to hear that Lloyd had dropped to the ground along with her. It wasn’t until the pain fully receded the she noticed him laying there curled in on himself on the floor is, eyes closed and face twisted in a look of torment.

It took her a second to fully register what she saw, but as soon as it did, she quickly made her way over. "Hey, Lloyd... Hey…" she shook his shoulder and he jolted up into a sitting position, immediately scurrying back against the wall.

"What the FUCK did you just do to me?!" He placed a hand to his temple; energy of a wounded and cornered animal exuded off of him in waves.

Yawn:

(Hey, another two-fer!)

The next morning came faster than either of them had wanted. Both her and Glen were slow to make their way over to Stu and Fran’s. While he said he appreciated the nod to his youth, Glen made the determination that the all night, late night drinking needed to be curbed, at least for a short while; they would both be essentially useless otherwise. Last night had certainly taken its toll on him, and she honestly wasn’t faring any better. Thankfully, the previous occupants of their home had the ibuprofen stocked up.

She let out a yawn as Stu greeted them. "Good mornin', you two! Beautiful start to the day, isn’t it?" His extra chipper greeting was solely to antagonize and that fact was not missed.

Walking right past with a smile and a middle finger, Hayden didn't give him much mind. "Uh-huh, yeah, love you too, Redman." Glen just shrugged, following behind her.

Yard:

(cheating a bit.... Yard shows up, but it's endgame of Spiral - please accept backyard as a substitute. It can be just a plain old yard for our purposes. 😂)

As they passed through the door, Hayden instantly felt the relief of their arrival come back. The journey was over. They had made it. And she was accepted.

Introductions were already underway on her arrival, but she picked up quickly. Ray Brentner was sitting at the table, observing silently, while Tom Cullen was playing with Kojak on the floor. The latter pair brought a huge smile to her face, and plunking down on the carpet, she joined in.

“So I’m not the only sucker for his belly rub whines. He's good at that.”

“My Laws, yes! This is the first dog that's come here. M-O-O-N that spells first. Is he yours?”

"Glen found him. Only dog we saw on the trip as well."

"Well, I'm mighty glad you all made it."

Equally glad they had made it, Hayden continued to pet the pup until everybody moved through the kitchen to the (back)yard for dinner.

Yank:

(Four instances of this and all of them spoiler-rific. I guess this may be the least of the bunch? From where you’re at, I’m assuming teal book has already been mentioned enough to know it has importance.)

Hayden yanked out the teal book from the bookshelf, and watched the wooden pieces of shelf that connected it splinter away. She knew the deafening static now surrounded her, but for the first time, the underwater feeling was to her benefit. Now that the screeching static was simply a muffled noise in the background, she only had to fight against her fading energy.

She tried to hop down from the chair, but it turned into falling. With a hard crash to the floor, she let out a pained cry. Her shoulder cried out at her, and it took all of her willpower to push herself up from her position. Once she brought herself back up to standing, she looked back at the red spot on the hardwood, smeared across the floor where her back had hit. Time constraints were baring down on her.

Shaking, she moved back to the bookshelf and put all her weight on the side panel, beginning to push.

Youth:

There was something special about watching karma happen in real time, and Max could barely contain her laughter as high-on-his-horse James stumbled and crashed face first into the dirt.

“Don't worry, Graceful, you get used to it."

"Right."

By the time her hand extended towards him, he was already up on one knee. A moment passed, before he grudgingly accepted the help. Clearly, he was not somebody who liked to rely on others. She understood the logic. For the bulk of her youth, she was the same way. Headstrong and independent, and you best not get in her way. A woman of her own making.

Until she wasn’t.

[saetoru]

Obey me boys except when the gold hellfire newt syrup made them horn dogs, you let them hit 🫶🏻

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 + 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂

☰ INCLUDES: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

— tags: nsfw 18+, spoilers for lessons 21 and 22, afab! reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl (leviathan), hand jobs (satan), cunnilingus (beelzebub), blow jobs (belphegor)

— notes: this has been in my drafts for so long rip

✰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest, cheek laying over your head as you clutch his shirt tightly with your fist. “did you think of me when you went back to the human world? did you think of only me—not my brothers?” he asks lowly, voice almost a slight pant as you feel his hard-on poke you through his pants. you nod, hand reaching down to palm him through the fabric, making his hand grab your wrist with a growl. “it seems you’re still just as bold,” he smirks, gently pushing you back until you’re sprawled over his desk, your clothes being tugged off as he kisses you messily. you watch as he strokes himself a few times, his jaw clenching before he slides up and down against your folds, smirking at the way you whine. “don’t tease,” you huff, lips puffy and swollen from the earlier kissing. “did you dream of me? of this?” he whispers, blunt tip slipping into your warm cunt, kissing your sweet spot perfectly as he buries himself to the hilt with a low groan, “because i did. i dreamt of this since you left. you’re mine, all mine,” he grunts, hips slowly starting a rhythm as your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your sweet whines ringing through the room. lucifer thinks he can get used to this melody—thinks he prefers it over any symphony he’s heard over the millennia. your walls hug around his cock tighter, and he moans lowly, head digging deep into your neck. “do you know what you do to me?” he growls, “a mere human, but i can barely breathe when i look at you.”

✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 cups your cheeks and kisses you needy, hungry, desperate. his lips suck on yours, tongue exploring your mouth as he pants against you. “why’d ya take so long to get to my room?” he pouts, “shoulda came to me first. are they more important? ‘m your first,” he reminds you, letting out a shaky breath as your hand trails under his shirt to rub over his bare skin. your palm glides up his abs to his chest, thumbs rolling over his nipples as he whines softly. “come closer, i need ya closer,” he groans, cock pulsing through his jeans as he rubs against your clothes cunt. you moan against each other’s mouths, grinding your hips against each other before he quickly slips your pants down your legs, fumbling to free himself before he bends you over the hood of the car in his room. “always wanted to bend ya over this,” he mutters, pressing hot kisses against the back of your neck. “room’s been so empty without ya. ya don’t have to go back, jus’ stay here with me, the great mammon’ll take care of ya.” his cock slowly inches into you, ripping a needy moan from his throat as his forehead rests against your shoulder, your tight walls fluttering around his thick cock as his hands squeeze your hips with a bruising grip. “f-fuck, ya feel so g-good—don’t think i can let ya go after this,” he grunts, hearing your breathy moans under him, making him even harder as he ruts his hips into you. “missed you, mammon,” you whine, “missed you so bad.” his breath is labored as his pace turns sloppy, angling his hips to slam into the spot that makes your back arch against his chest. “‘course ya missed the great mammon,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, “‘m your first man, don’t ya remember?”

✰ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 blushes as you whisper “kiss me, levi,” his breath hitching in his throat as you lean closer, your breath fanning over his lips. he should pull away—but he can’t help but lean closer until your lips touch, molding against each other perfectly. he pants against your lips, kissing you sloppily as your tongue slips into his mouth and glides against his own—pulling a soft chuckle from you as he lets out a strangled groan. “w-we should stop,” he stutters, “but now i want more.” you grin, gently pushing him onto his back on his bed, hovering over him as you trail your lips down his neck and to his collarbone, marking his pale skin while his breath turns ragged. “want more too, levi,” you murmur, “missed you so much. let me show you.” he watches in a trance, pupils dilated and cheeks crimson as you slowly undress, helping him slip out of his own clothes before you hand grazes his stiff cock. he lets out a shaky gasp, hips bucking into your hand for more friction. “a-are you sure...you want to—” he quickly cuts himself off with a moan when you squeeze around his tip, thumb teasing his slit before smearing the pre cum over his length. “of course i do,” you hum, letting out a soft moan as you sink down on his cock, watching as his head falls against the pillow and his hands grip your waist tightly, “wanted this for so long.” you roll your hips, both of your moans filling the room as he thrusts his hips up to meet you halfway, veins dragging along your walls and tip sinking deep into your sweet spot. “c-can’t believe you’re back—can’t believe you’re with me,” he rasps, “hope you never leave.”

✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 presses you against his wall of many books, and even as you feel the uncomfortable dig of the bookshelf against your back, you can’t help but let your lips press harder against his, making him let a soft groan as his hair falls over his eyes. “did—did you ever wish to see me? while you were away?” he breathes, eyes staring into yours as you brush the strands of hair out of his face. you lean to press gentle kisses along his cheeks, feeling the heat of his blush under your lips as your hand moves to rub over his clothed erection. he lets out a choked groan, head falling to your shoulder as his legs quiver when you slip his hardened cock from his pants. your thumb glides through his slit, smearing the pre cum around his reddened tip before slowly stroking his length, feeling his hot breath as he pants against your skin. “i did,” you murmur, “and i wished to see you like this too,” you say cheekily, feeling him let out a low chuckle through his labored pants. “being away has made you less shy, it seems. you’re—o-oh, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a soft moan, hips thrusting into your fist and chasing the friction. you turn your head, planting soft kisses on the side of his head, stroking him faster as your hand squeezes tighter around his aching length. you grin as he shudders against your body, your free hand threading through his sweaty locks. “did you get lonely without me,” you hum, making him scoff—but then you squeeze around him tighter, making him rasp out a moan as his cock twitches, nearing his impending orgasm. “okay, f-fine,” he grunts, “i missed you. it wasn’t the same without you—i’m not the same without you.”

✰ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 giggles as he presses soft kiss after kiss to your face, mapping out your cheeks and forehead, lingering over your eyelids and the tip of your nose as your arms hook around his neck. “oh, you’re so cute! your waist fits my hands so perfectly,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours as he admires you. you whine, bucking your hips up, letting out a shaky gasp as the tip of his cock rubs over your clit, making him smile down at you with a chuckle. “patience, sweetheart,” he hums, “i’ll give you what you want, but first you have to tell me if you missed me as much as i missed you.” his finger teases over your clit, rubbing slow circles, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sucks on the skin. “i did,” you cry, “i did, i m-missed you so much! asmo, please—” he cuts you off with the tip of his cock slowly teasing past your folds, a soft laugh ringing through your ear as he kisses the shell of it. “you’re so pretty when you’re all needy,” he grins, “so, so cute when you want attention. i love you.” he lets out a wanton moan against your ear, breathy gasps bubbling from his throat as you squeeze around his cock, his hips rolling with a slow, steady pace that leaves you both whining against each other. “love you too, love you too,” you babble, raising your hips and meeting his thrusts halfway, mewling as his he curves into you and hits your spot perfectly. your chests meet, nipples grazing as he pulls you into a heated kiss and whines against your mouth. “feel so good, sweetheart,” he groans, “you’re so pretty like this, don’t think i can ever let you go now.”

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 plants two strong hands on your hips, pulling you closer as his head falls to your shoulder, his nose trailing along your neck and inhaling your scent before he presses a soft kiss to your skin. “you smell so good,” he murmurs, “let me taste you—just a small nibble.” you gasp lightly before he lifts you to sit on the kitchen counter, fingers hooking into your waistband and quickly making work to pull your pants and underwear down your legs. “just need one taste, you smell so sweet,” he breathes, kneeling down until he’s face to face with your dripping cunt. he presses a soft kiss to your clit, humming as you shiver and let out a soft whimper. “so hungry—but it feels so different. so hungry for you,” he mumbles, lips attaching onto your clit and sucking slowly while his fingers sink past your folds, making you throw your head back as your hands bury into his locks and tug at the roots while you whine. “b-beel—fuck, we shouldn’t…we shouldn’t do this h-here,” you stutter, feeling his tongue slide along your wet folds, your slick smearing across his face as he devours you. “can’t wait anymore, ‘m too hungry,” he moans against you, the vibrations making you squeal as your brain turns foggy, all reason leaving your mind. “more,” you whine, “please, i need more.” his tongue almost sinks past you deeper at that, lapping at your folds as he groans at how sweet you taste. “gonna come taste you when i get hungry from now on,” he moans, “so good and sweet for me.”

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is breathing heavily, face bright red as you kneel between his legs, pumping his stiff length with your hand as your other fondles his balls. he lets out a choked gasp when you lean down and kiss the tip sweetly, looking up at him with doe eyes. “belphie, don’t get shy now,” you hum, “you asked for this, remember?” he grunts, frowning down at you with pouty lips. “i’m still mad you ate my food,” he huffs, “so you have to make it up to me.” smiling, you press kisses from the base of his shaft, lips pressing gently up his length as his breath turns more and more ragged. his head throws back with a soft whine as you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip before you bob your head up and down his length. his hips buck into your mouth, hand cupping the back of your head before he fucks himself down your throat. “fuck—you’re good at this,” he rasps, “sh-should’ve had you do this while you were here.” his eyes are squeezed shut, faced flushed as your hand gently rubs his thigh. popping off with a grin, he hisses, glaring down at you as you press another kiss to his tip. “i’ll do this whenever you want,” you murmur, blinking up at him innocently before slowly wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, making him groan lowly. “then you b-better come back whenever i call,” he grunts, “in fact, don’t leave at all.” your hand reaches to play with his balls once more, making his head fall back with a low moan, cock twitching in your mouth while pants erratically. “didn’t get to spend as much time with you as the rest—g-gotta stay with me and make up for it.”

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[fluffyprettykitty]

Plaything

Pairing: dom!Selina Kyle x sub!Bruce Wayne x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 2200 words

Outline: Your girlfriend brings you a gift to play with.

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, edgeplay, spit play, licking, earlobe biting, bondage, dry humping, oral (m+f receiving), dirty talk, pet names, nipple play, rimming, praise kink, not beta'ed, all mistakes are my own, if I didn't tag something pls let me know!

Author’s Note: Contains zero spoilers. Basically pwp. The scene practically appeared in my head before I fell asleep. First time writing a threesome. Enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics //​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・DC Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Look at him, look how he mewls, he always does that.”

Selina muses licking her lips together as she takes a step closer to the chair. You didn’t know how she had convinced Bruce to come to your shared apartment, all you knew was that he was there wrapped up like a present for you. Your girlfriend truly knew how to treat you. You smirk as you begin to examine him from his boots to his delicate face, he looked so pretty tied up like that. Selina was crafty with her knots, her hands worked like magic. He could barely move but he looked so comfortable like that. Almost as if he was waiting forever for a moment like this.

Selina had instructed him to only keep his boxers and his laced-down boots before she started working on the restraints. She had his hands tied on the back of the chair, his legs tied around each chair leg. Very close to the wall with him facing the window facing down the view of the city. It was a rainy day as usual.

“Look at how he grows, he already likes it.”

Selina says in her soft elegant voice turning around to look at you. She took another look at the restraints and nodded her head.

“You did a beautiful job, baby.”

You praise her and give her a grin.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart.“

The short woman says in her soft voice and picks up her whip from the nearby table, moving it between her hands.

“You're gonna be a good boy for us, Bruce?”

The dark-haired man doesn’t talk, he turns his hands into fists and tries to work the rope. He truly could not move. Selina whips her lasso and hisses, a sound that sends shivers down your spine even if it turns you on so much. Evidently, it makes Bruce feel the same way.

"No picking, pretty boy."

Selina warns him and raises her eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, won’t happen again,” Bruce whispers in a non-arguing tone and looks between the pair of you. He must have really been feeling the heat.

"We have been staring at him for an hour."

"And I'll tie you up just the same."

You gulp at her authoritative tone and take a step back. Wouldn't waste a chance to miss out on the fun. Selina comes closer to Bruce and she darts out her tongue licking a stripe over his exposed neck to which Bruce lets out a whimper. He was in for a ride, Selina liked taking her time, hunting her prey, bringing them so close to the edge till she heard the pleading. She liked it when she heard that broken cry, that desperation.

Men thought that they could break her, so innocent looking and fragile. But she was strong, resilient, and purely irresistible. She had won you with her charm a long time ago. And you'd never have it any other way. Games like these were common for the pair of you. You were mischievous and liked having your fun.

"Come here, Y/N. Touch his cock, make him desperate."

Tipping on your toes you come next to her extending your arms to slowly reach for his chest and tenderly move your fingers till you reach his boxers. You begin to palm his cock over the fabric using both of your hands as Selina leaves licks and kisses on both of your necks. Using one hand on the length and one on the balls, you alternate your squeezes between softer to harder, allowing his voice and his beautiful wanton sounds to guide you.

Selina seemed pleased and that made you proud. Putting her whip back down the table before she lets her hands come in contact with your body tracing her fingers and long nails over your skin till they reach for your clothed breasts. She gropes them and begins to shake them to the bewildered gaze of Bruce, who is shallowing hard at the sight of you.

Then you squeeze him harder and you can see a darkened spot appearing on the thin fabric of his boxers. Selina rubs your nipples in circular motions now, hardened and stiff under the touch, and is your turn to let out a series of moans. She knows how sensitive you are, she knows how much you like it when she uses you like that. She squeezes your breasts again with both her hands and presses her body behind your back pressuring you against him.

"Ride him. Ruin him."

"Yes." You breathe out almost too desperately as you are taking off your leggings and your underwear while she is helping you do so. You needed to feel him as much as you could, you had no idea if Selina would let you have him inside you. Knowing her she could probably not even let you see his cock. And you were so damn curious about it. Bruce’s eyes widen at the sight of your nakedness shallowing hard, and piercing you with his beautiful eyes.

You climb on Bruce's legs and your wet pussy comes in contact with the wet fabric of his boxers and his entrapped rock-hard cock. Selina’s hands come back to your breasts making you moan out at the feeling of them both. She pushes your body forward with hers to shove your frame into Bruce’s face. Your hands go to his shoulders, adjusting yourself to the best position. He darts out his tongue and starts licking around trying to get a better taste of you as you begin to slowly grind on his cock. It felt amazing.

"God, it feels so good."

You breathe out and Selina chuckles. She is now standing on the side gazing at the pair of you.

"Nice try but you are not having the real thing. Work yourself as best as you can, baby girl.”

She warns you sternly. Of course, you already knew that, it would have been too easy. Selina is not the type to give up control and not have things done her own way.

“Although this one." Selina continues and turns her attention to Bruce, who looks up to her from in-between your breasts.

"This one can cum very easily. Is almost pathetic. She claims I make her so stupid horny all the time. I think she is just dumb."

Her words make your pussy clench on Bruce’s cock immediately making the dark-haired man look at you in fascination. She was right and it was evident by the way your breath changed. You wrap your hands around his shoulders and neck and start grinding yourself on him. You needed him, you needed to cum so badly on him.

What he didn't know is that Selina had worked you up so well all morning and didn't let you have one orgasm. She was intricate with her torture, if you were to have a toy to play with, you must be completely and utterly needy. Oh, she was deliciously cruel like that.

It comes as no surprise when two minutes after grinding on him and digging your nails into his skin, you feel your orgasm coming up.

"I'm close, please, I'm close, can I please?"

You breathe out in non-comprehensible sounds turning your head to look at her exposing your neck to give her a pleading face.

"Go ahead, sweetie, you did so well for me. And once you are done, I will even let you blow this pretty boy off. "

Not at all what you expected, you can barely control your clenching at the prospect of having his cock as a reward.

"R-really?"

You blink in disbelief and the very next moment you are reaching your high groaning out Selina’s name.

"T-t-thank you. Fuck, baby, thank you so much. This was amazing." You whimper while you still move your hips slowly on his cock wanting to feel all of the aftershocks.

But you are also very interested in the second part, afraid Selina might change her mind. Or that she was planning something else. The woman caresses your back, to let you know you can get off and you are slowly catching your breath. The man is also breathing hard having come so close to an orgasm.

Getting off his legs, you quickly get into your knees on wobbly legs and work your fingers on his boxers pushing them down to reveal his cock. Better than you could ever imagine, throbbing and long, delicious girth that made your mouth water. The truth is that you had an oral fixation and you could never get enough of putting anything on your mouth and sucking on it for hours. This felt like Christmas morning. Spitting on your hand, you look up at Selina again. Constant approval is all that you craved.

“Go ahead, sweetie, all for you. I'll be here watching, make sure you do a good job for me." Her voice is saccharine sweet and full of love, a small smile at the curl of her lips.

You nod your head in confidence, knowing you are going to ace that. Turning your attention back to Bruce, you begin to spread the spit on his cock up and down, loving to feel his veins between your fingers. Then you hold on to the base and dart out your tongue to lick the under shaft making Bruce moan.

"Good girl, look at you."

Her praise always filled you with pride. You wanted nothing more than to have her tell you how much of a good girl you were. Moving on to the rest of his cock, wanting to have a little taste of everything till you reach for the tip. Who knew how many times you could ever do something like this ever again? With the tip of your tongue, you tease his tip before flattening out your tongue and taking him in your mouth. He fit in very well. Any more and you would be gagging.

Never a bad thing. You slowly begin to bob your head, while he is pulling at his restraints again. There was one thing he clearly wanted to do. But it was okay, you could gag yourself. Taking him inch by inch, dig your hands on his hips until you reach for his base and his cock hit the back of your throat. You stay like that for a moment, before pulling his cock out of your mouth saliva and bubbles dripping down your chin.

"Looks how messy she is Bruce. She fucking loves your cock. Never saw something she could put in her mouth and didn't like it, that one."

You smile as you take him again on your mouth going for the back of the throat again and then repeating the motion over and over again. You let him go again to breathe out for air and then you start bobbing your head and stroking his balls with your right hand. The series of moans Bruce let out were almost obscene.

"Make him cum and shallow it all, I know how much you're gonna love it."

Like a good girl, you listen to her commands and start bobbing your head never neglecting his balls. Until he cums inside your mouth, shooting ropes of cum in your tight canal. Bruce is shaking and crying out Selina’s name. Of course, he is a smart boy and catches fast. It didn’t matter you were on his cock and made him cum, Selina did that. Slowly you let go of his cock, making sure to lick him clean and swallow all of his cum. Truly the best reward. You softly begin to leave a trail of kisses on his cock and his belly.

“Isn’t she the cutest, Bruce?”

Selina smirks and leans forward licking her tongue against his neck again reaching for his earlobe and biting down on it, slightly pulling it.

"Now, what should we do with me?"

“Anything you want, baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Selina smirks at your mixed plea and confession.

“What about you, pretty boy?”

She asks looking deep into his eyes.

“Anything, use me however you need to. Both of you.”

He truly catches up fast. Selina grins and takes off her dress throwing it on her floor and climbing on Bruce’s shoulders, shoving her wet pussy on his face. Immediately, Bruce pushes his tongue and buries it deep inside her velvet walls. Then you climb on Bruce’s legs once again with your knees and spread her ass cheeks apart. You knew exactly what she liked. You dart out your tongue and using the tip of it you begin to lick around her hole, gripping your hands on her ass. The sounds of Selina’s moans were downright sinful, groaning at the pleasure as she tries to grip herself on the frame on the wall.

When she cries out in pleasure your heart fills with pride. Another night where you managed to please her. Plus you got some beautiful bonus rewards.

Oh, you loved nights like this...

Maybe if you were a good enough girl you could get to have him again.

If you want to be notified about my future stories please follow my library blog @fluffyprettykittylibrary and turn on notifications!

[wolfeyedwitch]

Weapons Don't Weep, Part 9

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

I know almost nothing about the military, and that's how I like it. Any inaccuracies about rank or protocol or what have you should be handwaved away; please do not tell me. Please do tell me if I missed any tags, or if you would like to join the taglist.

CW: gun violence, possessive whumper, abuse of authority, (spoilers, rest of CW in tags)

Masterlist

---

Dr. Evangeline Colman, known as Command, prided herself on her patience. She had been the one to develop the protocols that took an unknown danger to the nation and turned it into their finest weapon. The process had taken the better part of two decades, but the results had been well worth the wait. 

She was rather protective of her Weapon. With all the work she’d put into creating and molding it, it wouldn’t do to have all that go to waste because someone got careless. 

As such, her usual patience was in limited supply after hearing that the Weapon’s escort team was returning— without her Weapon.

Command met the team as they exited their vehicle into the compound built to house the Weapon. She noted that the two senior members, those that would have been in the car with the Weapon, were nowhere in evidence. 

“Status report,” she barked at the remaining team members, who all snapped to attention.

“Sir,” one said. “There was an ambush. The terrorists set off a- a shape charge, of some kind, while our convoy was exiting the area. They separated the vehicle with the Weapon, and pinned the rest of us down with covering fire.”

She studied the group. They looked agitated and unnerved, standard enough post unexpected combat. They also looked intimidated, which was the standard reaction to her presence. Underneath those, though… There was a faint hint of guilt, as well.

Command narrowed her eyes behind her glasses. “Who gave the order to retreat?”

None of them answered. 

She turned to the person at the end of the line, the newest member of the group. “Private Harris.”

The man looked alarmed to be addressed personally. “Sir?”

“Who gave the order to retreat, Private?” she asked softly. 

Private Harris visibly gulped. “Sir, I’m- I’m not—”

“Do you know the voices of your teammates, Private Harris?” Command asked, tone even.

“Yes, sir,” the private answered.

“So you would have recognized who gave the order. Is that not correct?” she asked.

“Yes, sir,” Private Harris answered. “I- I mean, no, sir! I- everything was so hectic, and—”

“Are you saying that you were not adequately trained to keep calm and respond as necessary in combat situations?” Command asked, raising her eyebrows. “Did you sleep through that day in basic training?”

“No; no sir,” he answered. The private was practically trembling with fear.

Good. He should be afraid. They all should be, for failing in such an important task. But the person who should be most afraid…

“It’s a simple question, Private. Who. Gave. The order,” Command repeated, enunciating each word clearly.

…was the one who made the decision to leave her Weapon behind.

Private Harris screwed up his courage and managed to say, “Corporal Miller, sir.”

She nodded sharply and turned to face the corporal. “Report.”

He, at least, hid his fear well. His voice was even and level as he spoke. “As stated in the initial report, Command, the convoy was separated via explosive device. Sergeants Lee and Thompson were incapacitated and taking heavy fire. I made the decision to retreat to protect the rest of the team and prevent further losses.”

Command looked him over, assessing him. She let the silence stretch uncomfortably in the wake of his words. Finally, she broke her stare. She took off her glasses and began to polish them with a handkerchief. 

“What type of sidearm do you carry as your service weapon, Corporal?” she said, not looking up from her glasses.

“A Sig Sauer M-17, sir,” he responded promptly. 

She finished polishing her glasses and put them on again. “Do you know the cost of that weapon?”

A frown flickered across his face before he composed his expression again. “About $600, I believe?”

“That model is sold on the civilian market for approximately $650, Corporal,” she said. “We, of course, received a discounted rate. Step forward.”

He complied with her order, stepping out of line.

“Hand me your service weapon.”

The corporal retrieved the handgun and held it out to her, grip first. 

Command took the weapon and checked it over. Full magazine, and one bullet in the chamber. She held the gun at her side, finger on the trigger guard, as she continued speaking. 

“It is important to know the worth of one’s tools, Corporal,” she said. “For instance, I know that you are worth $[amount]. That is your projected pay over the course of your military career.”

She let another uncomfortable silence settle over the room.

“Of course, that number can change drastically. Tell me, Corporal, which is your dominant hand?”

He didn’t let his confusion stop him from answering, “I’m right-handed, sir.”

Command nodded and took a step to her left. “For example. That number changes if you were to die. At that point, the calculations would be based on what we would have to pay to your next of kin.”

She turned to face the corporal again. “Do you know how much my Weapon, the one you gave the order to abandon, is worth?”

He stayed at attention, not turning to face her as he said, “No, sir.”

Command allowed a grim smile to spread across her face. “Far, far more than you.”

With that, she pressed the gun to his temple, released the safety, and pulled the trigger.

The silence following her actions was almost as deafening as the gunshot.

She stepped away from the spreading puddle of blood as she removed her fingerprints from the weapon with her handkerchief. Then she turned to face the remaining team members.

“Tragedy has struck today,” she said, voice carrying through the whole room. “We have lost three good men. Sergeants Ryan Thompson and William Lee were killed in another act of violence from these brutal terrorists. Corporal Miller then committed suicide upon returning to base, after failing to keep our most valued weapon out of enemy hands. We will not allow these actions to go unpunished. We will find these terrorists and make them answer for their crimes.”

She set the cleaned gun down next to the corpse on the floor.

“Now, find me my Weapon.”

---

Taglist:

@ghostfacepepper @kim-poce @badluck990 @cupcakes-and-pain @lonesome--hunter @wits-and-wrongs @neuro-whump @winedark-whump @aswallowimprisoned @rose-pinkie @whumpy-writings @whump-cravings @secretwhumplair @hobiisthesunfiteme @whumpcreations @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @neverthelass @extrabitterbrain @towerlesskey @ohnowhump @vickytokio @whumpinggrounds @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @extemporary-whump @pigeonwhumps @ifurd4d @aswallowimprisoned

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I posted 2,528 times in 2022

That's 1,019 more posts than 2021!

473 posts created (19%)

2,055 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@myloversgone

@awkward-and-indecisive

@lastcallatrockysbar

@charred-angelwings

I tagged 634 of my posts in 2022

#dean winchester - 105 posts

#the boys s3 - 100 posts

#jensen ackles - 91 posts

#dean x reader - 80 posts

#dean x y/n - 79 posts

#the boys s3 spoilers - 74 posts

#dean winchester fan fiction - 73 posts

#dean x ofc - 44 posts

#dean winchester fan fic - 41 posts

#fic rec - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 88 characters

#yes - strawberries bananas and cashews tossed together and drizzled with nutella! heaven

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I Warned You

Summary: Soldier Boy has warned you, and you've disobeyed his direct order once again. You should have known punishment was coming.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Dom!Soldier Boy, Sub!reader, spanking with a belt, pain, tears, degrading names used, punishment, implied smut, implied pussy spanking, implied over-stimulation, implied edging, implied orgasm denial.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 389

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write only the dialogue for a scene.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, I saw this post from @siospins2 and I decided I just had to write that fic she mentioned, sorry if this is much dirtier than you'd imagined! I'm not even sure this could be classified as a fic - it's literally just filth, since it's literally, just dirty dom/sub talk. It was weird to write something with no prose whatsoever, but kind of an interesting exercise. As you're reading, I invite you to remember just how fucking sexy Soldier Boy's voice is! 🤤🤤🤤 Hope you enjoy this for what it is!

(Oh, and P.S. @charred-angelwings this post is the inspiration for the shield inclusion! So thank you! 😁)

The beautiful text divider at the bottom, was created by @firefly-graphics

See the full post

329 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

Say Thank You

Summary: How can Y/N show Soldier Boy her gratitude.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. This is just porn. Unprotected sex (P in V), oral (m receiving), brief fingering, rough face fucking, gagging, slight praise kink, dom!soldier boy vibes, rough sex, all smut, no fluff. 

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  The prompt I’m writing for today is: Write about a Thank You.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This is the very first time I’m writing for Soldier Boy. Obviously we don’t know much about him yet, so I apologize if my interpretation of him doesn’t ring completely true for you. I’ll just be forced to watch more Soldier Boy, I guess...for research! 😜 My tags are a little weird right now, as I keep writing about new people and characters.  So, if I’ve tagged you here and you don’t want to be tagged, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I won’t tag you in any future Soldier Boy stuff.  😊

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89.

See the full post

384 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

How To Annihilate Your To-Do List

Summary: Y/N has a very long to-do list, can Dean convince her to let it get longer, and stay in bed with him instead?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. Kissing. General morning making out. Fluff - it's pretty much all smutty fluff!

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 830

A/N: Just a little drabble that came into my head after seeing this post. I may also have a massive to-do list, but it's gloomy and rainy in my part of the world, and it got me thinking how lovely it would be if I could just spend the day in bed with Dean instead. Hope you enjoy the...smuff? Flut? Lol! I don't think there's a word for fluffy smut - but enjoy anyway! 💓

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89.

The sound of your alarm made you groan and roll over to try and shut it off with a series of angry slaps to your phone, one of which eventually hit the right button and silenced the loud, percussive music that you'd specifically chosen so you couldn't sleep through it.

There was another groan behind you as Dean wrapped his thick arm around your ribcage and pulled you back against him. He ducked his head and nuzzled his face into your hair, his breath soft and hot against the back of your neck. His body was so warm and the blankets were so cozy you immediately fell back into a doze.

The slamming bass of the song came blaring on again ten minutes later, telling you that you'd only snoozed your alarm. Which was a good thing because as you picked it up and shut it off again, you growled slightly at the fact that you actually had to get up. You had so many chores to get done, so many errands to run. It was your first real day off in almost three weeks and all the little day-to-day crap that you'd been putting off, was now a mile long to-do list.

You tried to pull Dean's arm off of you carefully, hoping you didn't have to wake him. But as you tried to scoot out from under his long, strong limb, Dean wrapped it tight around you again and doubled down by throwing one of his heavy, muscled thighs over both of your legs, pinning them in place.

"No." He said, quick and grumbly, as though he was a particularly deep-voiced toddler.

But then his voice turned persuasive. "Stay." He breathed against the curve of your bare shoulder, as he rubbed his lips softly across your skin. He trailed kisses back up your neck before nosing along your jawline and nipping gently at your throat.

You melted into him, your brain trying to rationalize staying in bed all day with Dean instead of ticking things off of your to-do list. One last practical part of you was yelling in the distance to behave yourself and get up and do the things responsible adults were supposed to care about.

But then Dean's big hand cupped your breast and squeezed gently and every good intention flew out the window. You turned your head and then rolled onto your back so Dean was hovering above you. He smiled slow and sexy, his face still full of sleepiness, as he slid his hand down your torso, fingers drumming lightly against your skin as they moved.

Just as he was about to reach your warm, wet, heat, your phone started up again; clearly you hadn't succeeded in shutting off the stupid alarm.

Before you could do anything about the noise, Dean reached across your body and grabbed the phone off the bedside table.

"No!" He said again, his voice a deep, angry grumble now as he whipped your phone across the room so it hit the wall and went silent.

Your eyes grew wide and you gasped. "Dean! What the hell? That was my phone! What are you a caveman?"

In answer Dean grunted low and harsh, a sound that went straight to your core and had you dripping for him despite your annoyance. He grabbed on to both your wrists, wrapping his thick fingers around them easily and pressing them into the pillow on either side of your head.

He growled into your ear and shivers wracked your body. "Mmm...yeah, and this caveman has no intention of letting you out of this bed at all today."

He laved his wide tongue across your lips, licking them open before crushing his lips against yours. The kiss was deep and primal; he sucked on your tongue and bit at your lips until you were writhing under him desperate for more.

Your responsible side made one last ditch effort to get you to listen, as you panted against his neck while his lips wrapped around your earlobe and tugged.

"But...I...ah!...fffuck...Dean! - " Your sentence was interrupted as he let go of one wrist to let his wandering fingers trace down your body and then delve into your slick heat. "I...I have...stuff..." Another breathless gasp as two thick fingers slid into you. "...stuff..." You finished lamely as your one free hand grabbed hold of his wrist, holding it in place against your soaking wet pussy as he lazily dipped his fingers in and out of your body.

He watched your face as he fucked you with his fingers, watched the ripple of desire and pleasure move across your features.

"Nah, some asshole broke your phone, so your to-do list doesn't exist." He curled his fingers forward, hitting your sweet spot and making you cry out, bucking against his hand.

His voice was a growl again as he whispered into your ear. "Might as well just stay here with me, sweetheart."

You moaned out your total agreement.

See the full post

452 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#2

The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

Summary: This isn't the first time Y/N's done Jensen's hair for a shoot, but there's something about this shoot that's making things pretty rough for her.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. The tiniest fluff at the end, but pretty much all smut. Unprotected sex, PinV, Oral (m/f receiving) fingering, edging, light orgasm denial, slight Dom! Jensen, face and throat fucking. I think that's everything.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 3,346

A/N: So, this is the very first time I've ever written RPF, hope I don't disappoint. I don't know how often I'll be writing for Jensen, so I think I'll keep my taglists as is right now. Gonna tag my Dean Fics list in this one, but please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in any future Jensen fics and I'll make a note not to include you if there's a next time.

I wholeheartedly blame the gif below for this fic and for forcing me to finally write a RPF. I just couldn't help it. I know the shoot below was actually a bunch of the boys cast, but I left them out of it! Lol!

I'm going to say that the Jensen I'm writing about in the story is, of course a complete work of fiction made up out of my own horndog brain (let's say he's a Jensen from somewhere else in the Multiverse! 😜) and this fictionalized Jensen is single.

Finally, I wrote this pretty quick, so sorry for any mistakes!

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

(x)

“That’s great Jensen - this all looks amazing!  Just hold that same pose. Good, good.” The photographer, Jordan, was calling out encouragement to Jensen as he sat on the floor in his ripped up wardrobe. 

Jordan stood up from where he’d been squatting, taking close-up shots and waved to you and Trini, the make up artist. “Could you come do some touch-ups girls, while I switch out lenses?”

The idea of the shoot was supposed to be Jensen recovering from a wild night. As such the direction was for Trini to give him a bit of a roughed up, slightly grubby look and you’d simply been told to make his hair look “tousled”. 

You’d had the chance to work on Jensen’s hair quite a few times now, during the five years you’d been working with Jordan.  He did a lot of shoots for EW and Jensen tended to end up in the magazine quite a bit, given how many copies sold every time he graced the cover.

You’d built a nice relationship with the actor over the eight or nine times you’d worked on him.  He was always friendly, always charming, kind, funny, and never a prima donna dick. Which you were incredibly grateful for, since in this business you put up with a hell of a lot of that. 

Trini finished and moved out of the way so you could get down next to him and artfully arrange his hair so it looked like someone had been running their fingers through it. But using your combs and products to try and make it lay the way you wanted it to, wasn’t really working.  

You let out a little growl as his hair refused to behave.  You looked at him and saw a small smirk playing around his lips.  The near-grin made your stomach tighten and you cringed internally.  

Jesus, I thought I was getting better.

The first few times you’d worked with Jensen, you’d spent the entire shoot with heat shooting in waves across your skin every time you looked into his face, or when he’d lean over and give you a hug in greeting. Running your fingers through his hair had felt like heaven and hell rolled into one and it was everything you could do, those first few times, not to start panting while you worked on him. 

But you’d improved.  Or so you thought.

Now, you gave him a small smile back.  “Do you ever miss your short, easy to manage Dean hair?  Cause I do.” You said, not really meaning it.  You loved his hair no matter what, but his longer hair gave you visions of gripping it tight in your hands while he did unspeakable things to your body.

Jensen chuckled softly and then spoke quietly so only you could hear the low pitched words as they rumbled out of his chest.

“You’re blushing, Y/N.” His grin turned decidedly wicked and you felt yourself clenching around nothing as his tongue peeked through his teeth when he looked up at you where you kneeled in front of him.  “Why are you blushing?”

You felt your cheeks get even redder and you shook your head.  “I just...” Your voice was squeaky and weird and your cleared your throat and tried again. “I’m just frustrated.” You mumbled.

A light came into his eyes that told you he heard the double entendre you hadn’t meant to utter and his smile grew wider.  “I could help with that if you need.” 

You choked on your own saliva at his words and fell into a coughing fit.  Jordan brought you a bottle of water.  “You okay, Y/N?” He asked.  You gave a thumbs up.

“Okay, great.  Then let’s make sure he’s got the sex hair thing going and get these last few shots.”

You coughed again.  “Sex hair?” You asked Jordan, needing clarification on that one.

But it was Jensen who answered.  “You know, it’s supposed to look like someone had it gripped tight in their hands, or that they’ve have been running their fingers through it all night.” He shrugged and looked at Jordan with a nod. “Sex hair.  I get it.”

See the full post

663 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Learning About the Perks of Feminism

Photo from @fromjjwithlove blog

Summary: Y/N wants Soldier Boy badly. But she wants him on her terms. Can he handle her modern ways?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Pretty much all smut. Some tiny bit of plot. Soldier Boy being a grumpy asshole, Unprotected PinV sex, pull-out method of BC used, coming on tits, oral, m/f receiving, face riding. Fluff if you squint.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 2,620

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about your MC nicknames. I took some liberty with this prompt, but they do talk about what he want's Y/N to call him.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This post is the inspiration for this fic. The amazing @deanswaywardgirl deserves so much credit for spurring on my horny brain with an amazing smutty scenario. And @candy-coated-misery0731 deserves all the credit for encouraging the writing of this fic. So, you owe any smutty happiness this fic brings you, to those two lovelies! 😄😄

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @firefly-graphics

See the full post

1,846 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

It's too funny that 3 out of 5 of my top 5 posts are just straight up SB porn!! 😄😄

Thanks to everyone who made my 2022 so nice here on Tumblr!! Love you all!! Wishing us all a happy and peaceful 2023! ❤️❤️

[chaotictarlos]

↬back to you | tarlos

Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Explicit | Warnings: Season 3 Spoilers, kind of, kind of strays from canon but ya know, m x m relationship, angst, m x m smut, lack of communication, mentions of addiction, ex’s to lovers, breaking up, getting back together, carlos gets shot, worried tk, m x m smut, m x m blow job, blow job, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, feelings, rough sex, long fic | Word Count: 9,993

Summary: 107 days since he had felt Carlos’s arms wrapped around him and it killed him every day he went without it. He missed the smell of Carlos’ cologne and how it always lingered after they hugged. He missed the feeling of Carlos kissing him awake, the way “good morning” always sounded extra special when it was coming from a sleep Carlos. He missed the way Carlos would make him feel safe and secure after a bad call. The way Carlos would look at him, soft eyes seeing right through him. But most of all he missed how he felt when he was with Carlos and how the world was made of colors again. Because without Carlos everything was gray and TK was just barely hanging on.

Author's Note: When I started this fic it was supposed to be a quick smutty fic ending with them getting back together because it was a story that I wanted to see. I got up in my Tarlos feels and started writing but the story I set out to write is not the one I ended up with. Instead, this fic was what happened when I sat down at my computer. It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down at my computer and actively had fun writing. It’s been a long time since my fingers have moved across the keys in a struggle to keep up with my mind and the ideas that were pouring out of me. This story got away from me, it went places I didn't expect and the story that developed wasn’t the one that planned but I am still so very proud of it. I really hope that you guys like it as well. I’m still super intimidated by the Lonestar Tarlos fanfic writers because everyone writes such fucking amazing pieces and I still feel new to the fandom but I’m also proud of this fic that I created. Comments are always appreciated.

If you enjoy my creations, considering tipping me on kofi

Nobody has permission to save, translate, repost, upload, or do anything with my fics. My fics are only posted on AO3, if you see them on any other site such as wattpad please let me know.  This story was written for an adult audience and is intended for adult consumption. If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story.

↬↬↬↬ Read only on AO3 ↫↫↫↫

Tags: @daytonsferrari @steveng-rogers @11thstreetvigilante @xtltokio @saturdaysundaywhat @911ls-tarlos

[thestraggletag]

I just realized that there’s something very important missing from my life. And that is… The Thing!

11 years and counting, I love this fandom. Let's do this!

WELCOME TO RUMBELLE, YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I SEE YOU THERE, SO YOUNG, SO FRESH, SO WOOBIE. LET ME SLOWLY CLASP YOU TO MY BOSOM IN A MOTHERLY WAY.

NOW YOU STUMBLE AROUND, A LITTLE LOST RUMBELLE CHICK NEEDING LOVE AND GUIDANCE, TREMBLING WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND BOTTLED-UP   FEELS.    NEVER    FEAR, FOR WE’LL TAKE YOU IN, SINCE YOU HAVE BECOME

ONE OF US.

WE HAVE TEA, FOR YOUR SHATTERED FEELS. WE KNOW IT HURTS, WE’VE ALL    BEEN     THERE. MOST OF USE JUST DUMP A LOT OF VODKA INTO THAT TEA.   IT’D   BE     EASIER TO JUST DUMP A TEA BAG INTO A BOTTLE OF SMIRNOFF, TO BE HONEST.

HERE,   DEARIE, ARE SOME GIFS I BRING FORTH TO YOU SO YOU CAN BLOG ABOUT YOUR FEELS, AND HOW RUMBELLE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND YOU LOVE IT. TAKE     THEM,    DON’T BE SHY. YOU WILL NEED THEM, YOUNG PADAWAN. THEY WILL BECOME YOUR NEW LANGUAGE. BE WARNED, LITTLE ONE, FOR THEY ARE OF A SPOILERY NATURE    THAT MIGHT HURT YOUR WEE EYES. THEY’RE ALSO AWESOME, SO YOU SHOULDN’T STARE AT THEM DIRECTLY.

LIKE AN ECLIPSE.

OR RUMPLE’S LEATHER PANTS.

AND SINCE THIS IS A PRETTY COMPLEX FANDOM I DIRECT YOU TO A WELCOME PAGE   SO YOU CAN GATHER YOUR BEARINGS AND EXPLORE MORE OF THIS MAGICAL     LAND     OF CHIPPED CUPS AND SEXY SCALY MEN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS THERE      YOU’LL   FIND ANSWERS. IF NOT YOU CAN ALWAYS SEEK THE RUMBELLE TAG, AND POST QUESTIONS THERE. RUMBELLERS ARE ALWAYS THERE TO ANSWER.

ALWAYS. RUMBELLERS DON’T SLEEP.

IF YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOME LOVELY VISUAL REPRESENTATIONS OF THE UTTER PERFECTION THAT IS THIS SHIP I DIRECT YOU TO THE RUMBELLE ARTTAG, WHERE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE POST TALENTED THINGS THAT PRODUCE BOTH AWE AND ENVY.

AND LAST, AND THIS IS WHAT I’M KNOWN FOR…

WE.

HAVE.

PORN.

NO, NOT LIKE OTHER FANDOMS. NOT SOME PORN. NOT ANY PORN. WE HAVE ALL THE PORN.

ALL OF IT.

EVERY KINK.

EVERY FANTASY.

EVERY POSITION.

FOOD SEX, PEGGING, BONDAGE, S&M (BUT THE REAL TYPE, NO INNER   GODDESSES, ALL KINKY FUCKERY), CANE PORN, PRIEST PORN, CANNIBAL PORN, SHADOW!SEX,   DADDY!DOM, DOM/SUB, BLOODPLAY, MIRROR-SEX, PREGNANCY KINKS, POWER-SEX,   INTERSPECIES SEX, LACTATION PORN, DAGGER!PORN, RAPTOR!PORN, MAGICAL  SEX  AND MANY MORE.

IF IT'S AT ALL ANATOMICALLY PLAUSIBLE, WE'VE WRITTEN BELLE AND RUMPLE DOING IT.

I DIRECT YOU NOW TO MY FANFIC REC LIST, WHERE YOU SHALL FIND MANY TREASURES. YOU CAN ALWAYS GO TO THE RUMBELLE FIC TAG IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED MORE RUMBELLE PORN FICS IN YOUR LIFE. AND YOU WILL. AND IF YOU WANNA HIT THE MOTHERLOAD OF RUMBELLE FANFICTION CHECK OUT THE RUMBELLE LIBRARY, RIPE WITH DECADENT FICS FOR YOUR PERUSAL.

IN  THIS FANDOM WE LIKE TO CELEBRATE WITH FIC, COPE WITH FIC AND START MASSIVE FIC WARS SO THERE ARE SEVERAL YEAR-ROUND EVENTS DESTINED TO BRING FORTH MORE RUMBELLE SEXYTIMES MOMENTS, INCLUDING THE RUMBELLE SECRET SANTA, WHERE YOU GIVE THE GIFT OF PORN AS IT'S TRADITIONAL IN THIS MERRY SEASON.

MIND THE SPOILERS, DEARIE.

BUT IF YOU’RE ALL CAUGHT UP YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS TUMBLR WHICH WILL HOLD PRECIOUS TREASURES SO YOU CAN SURVIVE THE SUMMER HIATUS WITH MOST OF YOUR SANITY INTACT.

WE AIM FOR REALISTIC GOALS HERE.

IF   YOU HAVEN’T YET DELETED YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT AND MOVED TO A COUNTRY        WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION THEN CONGRATULATIONS, YOU INDEED HAVE THE        MAKINGS OF A GREAT RUMBELLER. AND YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT HERE.

Welcome (back) to the fandom, dearie.