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lixiesbrowniess · 1 month ago

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

Chapter Ⅰ

Professor!Jensen x Student!Fem!Reader

Reader is 22 Jensen is 35

Warnings: Nsfw, contains smut, angst, fluff, sexual tension, shyness, age gap, brat!fem/brat tamer!male, professor/student size difference, size kink, blowjob, fingering, almost getting caugth, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dominant/submissive, p in v, vanilla sex, rough sex, sliiight roleplay, slight forbidden love

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You walked to the now empty classroom. You had to meet up with your professor, Mr Ackles, about your attitude in class these days... laughing during lessons, not paying attention, and not doing your tasks. Mr Ackles looked very much pissed when he told you to come meet him after class.

"Take a seat." His eyes pratically burned holes through your skull as you walked in. His voice rough and husky, like he had just woken up, your body moving casually "Sure Mr Ackles" she scoffs sitting on the chair in front of the desk, your bratty attitude testing his patience.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath, before looking back up at you. He crosses his arms over his chest and speaks again, a bit more harsh. "You know why you're here, correct?" You sighed. "Maybe." You curse to yourself, trying to shut the hell up with your attitude.

He raises an eyebrow and leans back in his chair, letting out a sharp exhale "Maybe is not an acceptable answer. You're here because you were being disruptive during class and didn't submit the homework that was given. Again." he rumbles. You open your mouth to talk back, but you stop yourself biting down on your lip, preventing words from flowing out.

He notices your behaviour, and his frown slowly becomes a scowl. "Are you going to say something, or are you just going to sit there in silence?" his green eyes burning into yours.

"Well, Mr Ackles, maybe I'm not so good during your lessons cause I'm bored." Words falling out of your lips before you even process, but damn, was Mr Ackles always that hot when pissed?

He scoffs at your words, clearly not amused by your attitude. "Bored? That's your excuse? You do realize it's your job to do the work, right?" his voice raspy now. "Not my job to make it interesting for you. I've caught you laughing in class and talking to your friends instead of working, more times than I can count. You're starting to get on my nerves, missy."

Your mind running at the nickname "Am I Mr Ackles?" You scoff, there's a moment of silence. Your heart starts racing. As he gets up from his seat, you shift in your seat, the skirt feeling suddenly shorter than ever and pretty tight.

He took a few steps closer to you. The look in his eyes was stern and they seemed colder than before. He spoke with authority. You could see him clenching his jaw... oh, the jaw clenching No focus. "Are you trying to piss me off, or are you just a natural?"

You can't help but press your thighs together under the little desk. "I'm not trying anything, Sir." You dare with that word. His eyes linger on your face for a moment before noticing your thighs being pushed together. His jaw clenches tighter as he quickly looks back up at your face and speaks again, sounding just as stern. "Is that right? Then why are you acting like a complete pain in the ass today, huh?"

"Oh really? I didn't notice." Your voice slightly higher, looking away from his taller figure while you shift onto your seat. Damn he looked hotter when stern and pissed. He stepped forward, now standing directly in front of you and leaned down on the desk so that he was leaning over you and staring you down.

"Oh, you most definitely are acting like a brat right now. And I have zero patience left for it. I'd watch your tone, little girl." You inhale deeply hearing him call you that, thighs helplessly pressing together. "I can't exactly concentrate on your lessons while you steal all my attention." She bites back, faking some sarcasm.

He raises an eyebrow at your comment, not expecting a snarky response like that from you. He can't help but notice your behaviour, and it makes him feel slightly flustered, although he doesn't let it show on his face. He leans a little closer to you, still speaking sternly. "Oh, are you saying I'm distracting you, hm?"

"Totally." You murmur, looking away, feeling him come closer. Fuck, was he testing you? 'Cuz you could actually fall for it. He smirked slightly at your answer, enjoying the fact that you were actually being honest for once. He leaned in even closer, his voice was a bit deeper as he spoke, but his tone still held the same authority. "And what is it exactly that's so distracting about me, hm?"

"You do know all the female audience at your lessons calls you Mr sexy right?" you ask, slightly losing yourself into his green eyes. No snap out of it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting you to actually say that out loud. he chuckled slightly, his expression turning into a cocky one as he spoke,

"Really? Called Mr. Sexy? I never knew about that." You nod, not expecting the change in his tone when he gets bit cocky, his hand running onto his trimmed beard. Your breath hitching when he leans in his big hands onto your desk as he supports himself, his face closer now breath slightly against your skin as he spoke, his cologne musky in your nostrils.

"And judging by the way you're sitting in your chair, I'm guessing you agree with the students." She remains silent, slightly biting her lip to keep quiet, unknowingly shifting in her chair. Again.

He notices your small reactions, and it makes him feel pleased. He smirks to himself before he decides to lean down even closer, "....And you're not even trying to deny it, are you? Why is that?" You swallow as every muscle he moves tests your limits, he might have noticed your hints.

He stands up from leaning on the desk and makes his way back to his chair, sitting down and gesturing for you to come closer. He waits for you to get up and stand in front of his desk. Standing in front of him almost makes you melt on the spot, clothes feeling uncomfortable now.

He leaned back on his chair, his legs spread slightly as he looked up at you. Damn he always pulled that move in class, of course you didn't pay attention. He noticed your body language, how you were shifting uncomfortably and how your clothes seemed to be fitted on you. He patted his knee. "Sit."

You keeps telling yourself not to before speaking out loud, your voice stammering without permission. Damn it "The others might come in..." He smirks slightly, enjoying how flustered you were becoming from his words and actions. he shook his head and leaned forward, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap, your back now pressed against his chest

"Don't worry about them. I locked the door, we won't be bothered. He looks up at you, his eyes scanning over your body again, now being closer to you "I wouldn't want us to be interrupted anyway." His rough hands onto your waist makes a shiver run down your spine, fighting to stay still onto his lap.

"Always thought you liked the bratty behaviour." you spoke mindlessly without noticing you actually were talking out loud. He chuckled at your comment, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "Bratty behaviour was fun the first few times, now it's just irritating. I prefer the more... honest version of you."

He then leaned closer again, his breath against your ear, now practically whispering in your ear, his voice deep and had a hint of huskiness, "And right now, it's like you're a completely different person. It's rather cute, actually.

You slightly lean with your elbows onto his desk, your back imperceptibly arching, you were having a hard time, almost giving up to the thrill. He notices your subtle movements, and he can't help but smirk at how responsive you are to his touch.

He leaned closer, his chest now pressing against your back as he puts his hands on your hips, slowly running his fingers over the exposed skin from the gap between your shirt and skirt "And I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this more than I should... don't you think?"

You hum slightly, hiding your face into your arms, leaning onto the desk in front of her feeling his rough hands onto her thighs, legs slightly spreading his hands slowly tracing up and down your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. He can almost feel himself getting carried away, but he keeps his voice steady as he speaks, "You like my touch, don't you, dear? you're being so good for me now..." mischiefly

You shiver under his touch, it was a while since someone touched you like this, and you were enjoying it bit too much. "I'll remain the brat I am Mr Ackles" you murmurs, "or should I call you Sir?" you slightly joke, he smirks at your stubborn response, even though your body gives away your true feelings, and he slowly drags one of his hands up your inner thigh, his hand stopping when he reaches the edge of your skirt

"Oh, you can try. But I have a feeling you'll be a bit too distracted to act like a little brat when I'm done with you." He nips gently at your ear and speaks again, his tone lower now and his voice almost a growl. "I think I'd like it if you called me Sir." You shift in his lap, feeling him play with the hem of your skirt. You silently gasp, feeling his hardness pressed against your thighs.

He feels you squirm slightly in his lap, and he can't help but chuckle slightly, enjoying the way you respond to his touch. He takes a moment to press his hips against you so you can feel his growing hardness even more. He then whispers in your ear again. "Feels good, doesn't it? Can you feel what you're doing to me, hm?"

You gets all fidgety, legs slightly spreading more, giving him more access, you move your hips towards his. She whimpers, feeling his lips onto your neck. He notices you growing more flustered and restless, your body seeking more of his touch, and he can't help but feel pleased. He sucks on a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a small mark there before he speaks again. "You're so eager for my touch, hm?"

You gasp when he gets up all of sudden, setting you over the desk having you bent over it. You squirm lightly the sudden act. Now standing behind you, his hands roaming over your hips and up your sides, occasionally slipping under your shirt to brush against your skin. He leans down, his body pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear. "Now that's a sight. Bent over my desk, squirming for me. All needy, huh?"

You whine silently, murmuring, "Yes, Sir." He chuckles at your response, his hands trailing up your body to rest on your hips, his touch gentle but firm. He then pulls your skirt up your waist, revealing your panties. "God, you're so eager. You want this, sweetheart? Are you sure?" You breathe heavily, almost whispering. "Yes. Sir"

He hums, pleased to hear you finally give in. He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he speaks again, his voice thick sending shiversdown your spine "That's what I like to hear missy" his hands slowly slide down your hips, and he grabs the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.

The desk was pretty tall, you had to stand on your tiptoes, your mind running with thoughts, interrupted when. He takes a step back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs. Your hands grip the edges tensing in anticipation.

He then moves back to you, his body pressed up against your backside again, his hands grasping your hips tightly and his breathing a bit heavy as he speaks "You're so beautiful, you know that? I'm sorry I didn't notice until now." You gasp, feeling him pressing slightly to your entrance, such a tease oh my god. You whimper, jerking your hips to his.

Feeling you moving your hips against him , desperately seeking more. he leans down and kisses your neck, his breathing gets heavier as he murmurs against your skin "Tell me you want this"

You whimper "I want it" you squirm. "Sir, please" you whine, feeling him press himself to your. He can't hold back anymore, hearing you plead is driving him wild, he's never seen this side of you before and he is loving it. "Oh, I'm going to give it to you, baby." He tightens his grip on your hips even more and presses himself all the way inside, slowly filling you up.

You grip the edges of the desk whining softly feeling him swiftly entering you. You feel him stretching you out. He sighs finally feeling you around him, walls quivering around his lenght, You moan as he leans down, his chest lightly pressing against your back, his hardness shifting inside you. You shiver, as he starts moving, slowly pulling out and immediatly slamming back in.

He buries his face into your neck, setting a slow and deep pace, your moans getting noisy, head against the surface while you feel his lips onto your neck. As his teeth graze against your skin a soft yelp leaves your lips. His hand immediately clutches onto your mouth muffling your sounds to keep you quiet.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, gently squeezing, you silently plead while he thrusts into you, his hand gripping your neck. He groans, feeling your body shaking under his touch. His hand keeps a firm grip on your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to control your moans.

"Quiet, sweetie. We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" You slightly shake your head, you feel his hips snapping against yours, deeply and precisely, hitting every right spot "Don't want anyone to know what we're doing in here..." He grunts as his thrusts get slightly more aggressive, the desk creaking under you.

He moves his hand away from your throat and grabs your hair, tugging it lightly to pull your head back against his shoulder. "You're so good for me, sweetheart. All bratty just minutes ago. Isn't that right?" he mutters in your ear, his voice raspy ad deep. You try to keep your moans get quiet but the just get more almost obscene. Your hands holding to his arm while your head rests onto his shoulder.

A deep moan leaves his lips, he grabs your hand kissing it softly before pinning it down on the desk next to your head, his other hand still holding your waist. "You're being so good for me..." His voice is full of desire and pleasure, you feel your insides twisting. Your orgasm suddenly reaching you as you cum around him squeezing tightly, your hands gripping the edges of the desk, knuckles getting white.

He groans feeling you squeeze around him almost cutting him in half while his hips stutters. Your hand goes to your mouth covering it, trying to silence your cries of pleasure. Your back arching as he snaps his hips harder against you, the skin slapping sounds along with groans fill the room. The desk creaking under you.

He groans throwing his head back, his eyes shutting for a moment. You squeeze your eyes closed feeling his hips picking up the pace moving faster. He keeps a steady rhythm with his hips, the sound of the desk creaking and your soft moans and whimpers are filling the room, making him even more desperate for you. he whispers again in your ear, his voice low and strained "You feel so good sweetheart."

His breathing gets heavier, he's getting close and he can't hold back any longer "I'm so close, you're gonna make me lose it..." he grunts has his hips stutters still hitting deep and fast. His hand slides under you getting to your breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh while his other hand pulls your hips against his, chasing his orgasm. "Just a little more..." He groans as his pace becomes more desperate and erratic. Your breath heavy, whimpers timing with his thrusts.

His thrusts still deep but getting little sloppier, his deep silent groans arousing you even more. Hands holding you close to his body while you slightly tremble under him. "Oh god..." You moan loudly, his hand flying to cover your mouth while you cum again legs slightly convulsing. "You have to be quiet sweetheart, remember?" His breath irregular as yours while he keeps slamming into you.

You nod softly, pleading with your eyes, his release about to hit any seconds now "Almost there baby..." He grunts groaning, his movements desperate. The desk slightly moves with his thrusts while your moan into his hand, feeling him throb into you. Her whimper louder when you push yourself as deep as you can, your thrusts coming to a stop as you finally let go. Holding himself inside you, thick white ropes filling you up. He curses to himself, his chest heaving while he catches his breath.

He buries his face into your neck, trying to calm his breathing, his heart racing "That was incredible" his voice raspy. Yep, you totally agree with that. He can feel your body against his, and he can't resist the urge to move again, slowly rocking his hips into you. He moans quietly against your ear, his breath hot on your skin "You're so soft and warm, sweetheart." He can sense your body shaking and trembling, and he knows you're close. He leans down and kisses your neck again, his lips gently against your sensitive.

You moans out his name while he presses you and fucks you against the desk, the wood creaking "C'mon let go... it's the last one love" He whispers in your ear, his hands holding you in place while he thrusts into you from behind, Your leg fold upwards shaking as you feel the third orgasm approaching.

Your whines timing with his motions, doubling the pleasure when he holds your still, going deeper as your legs fold. You cum again squirting from the intense overstimulation. His hips slamming against you at the same time and stopping while you cum, his hands onto the desk supporting himself onto it. He leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to compose himself.

You tremble, whining as he pulls out, "How'd you expect me to focus on your lessons after this?" You murmur softly breathing heavily. You slowly hop down the desk, legs wobbly. He hands over some wet wipes. He chuckles, hearing your comment, he takes a step back, giving you a few moments to regain your bearings. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're going to find it very hard to concentrate now." He replies, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"At least I know how to achieve barely good grades." You joke, pulling your skirt down and your panties back up. He laughs at your joke, watching as you adjust your clothes, his eyes flickering over your body. "Well, maybe that's gonna give you a little extra motivation." He teases. "Aw Mr Ackles you mean you won't give me a good grade even if I give you head?" You looks at him, long lashes fluttering

He swallows hard as you look at him, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks. He can't help but feel a little flustered by your blunt question. "Uh...well, umm...that's not exactly what I meant." He stutters a little, his mind racing with some not so appropriate thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "You said you liked me better when being honest... want me to be?" you ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Eyes exploring his muscles, and you never noticed how built Mr Ackles actually was.

He feels your eyes roaming over his muscles, and he can hardly believe the effect you have over him. He swallows again, his throat feeling a little dry, before finally responding. "Uh... well, I mean... I do appreciate honesty, sure." He replies, his voice a little hoarse.

"I actually thought about giving you head more than I like to admit. I guess I was being a brat on purpose." You grin maliciously, shivers run down your spine as his authoritative eyes stop onto yours, blushing at the intense gaze looking at your hands to escape it. He can feel a surge of heat wash over him as you admit that to him, his eyes widening a little at your confession. His mind racing with thoughts and images of you. "You were... trying to get my attention, then?" He asks, his voice a little lower than usual, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You nod blushing a little more, he takes a small step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. "You have my attention now, sweetheart." His voice lower. "You mean you don't mind me being younger? or being your student?" You suddenly spoke without even acknowledging it, He's surprised by your question, but he doesn't hesitate to reply. "No, I don't mind at all. In fact, I kind of like it. Makes this whole situation a little...more exciting, don't you think?"

He chuckles softly seeing you blushing and trying to calm down, finding it absolutely adorable. He gently lifts your chin with his hand, making you look up at him. "You have no idea how beautiful you are when you're blushing like this, you know" he murmurs, his eyes roaming your face, taking in every small detail.

He glances at the clock on the wall, suddenly reminded of the time limit they have. he looks back at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Oh, we still have arround 30 min... any ideas what we could do in that time, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice dripping with innuendo.

"Guess we can fulfil my fantasies" You murmur, pushing him back on his chair and getting on your knees, practically under the desk

He's a little surprised by your sudden action, but he doesn't resist as you push him down into his chair. He watches you, a mixture of arousal and disbelief on his face as you kneel down between his legs."Oh, sweetheart, you're very eager, aren't you?" he says, his voice a little strained, his eyes watching you with an intense gaze.

Your little interaction is interrupted by a knock on the door "Mr. Ackles, you in there?"

...to be continued

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ookamihanta · 1 year ago

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sorry one more but make them a little bit older bc apparently thats what the comics be doing lol

#i read a little bit of jons solo comic and it has parts i find very interesting and other parts i find dumb #but overall i like his new design. v cute and fluffy #damians new suit is slaying tho #dc #damian wayne #jonathan kent #aj art #sketch #supersons #super sons

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tostmin · 1 year ago

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thar cup.sure is ace

#isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #attempt tto post number two!!#hhh im. very happy with this and i keep getting Horribly like.#excited and fluffy when ppl are nice abt it im so glad its nice #pLease do ignore the lacklustre border tho the wonderful premade one doesnt fit my work T nT #ALSO accidentally made isa n sif v matchin pfps coded v cute they would

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ne-cocoa · 2 years ago

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First date + kissies o3o

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polydamnory · 29 days ago

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Was rewatching She Ra while doing warm ups and figured this one Catradora pose thing had such Gavin and Damien energy.

So I drew it lol.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted fanart #redacted gavin #redacted damien #poly.damn.ory #v draws shit #Damien is not having a good time lol #give Gavin a fluffy pink widows robe 2025

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rookinthecrownest · 2 months ago

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listen i dont have a lot of time but i wanna riff off that post about davrin building him and rook’s house himself and being very proud of that (as he should be) but i wanna go even further and say that he’s going to design that house to be the Veilguard’s default get together house.

He’s going to make sure there’s ample room for all of their friends to stay, even all at once. Their house is the default house for holiday celebrations, birthdays, milestones, etcetc.

He’s going to design a huge den/living room and decorate it with his wooden figurine cabinet and other cool monster hunter trappings. A massive dining room table (he made himself btw) that can house everyone from the VG and any additional extra guests for dinner.

Their house is the epitome of warmth, comfort, friendship, and love for them and their friends.

Neve and Lucanis drop by for coffee to ease the stress of detectiv-ing and being First Talon. Taash drops by to hang out between jobs for the LOF. Bellara is over for dinner basically every night. Emmrich pops by with Manfred once in awhile for tea and to brag about their sons compare parenting notes and trade dad jokes.

It’s either in or close to Arlathan so Assan can see his siblings and he can see Eldrin (but this is just me planning to romance him with a veil jumper rook lol)

Davrin’s very deliberate about how he designs that home.

#ugh im unwell #i havent even romanced this guy yet #but i am v excited to #i am going to create a post game canon so domestically fluffy #davrin #davrin dragon age #datv

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icycoldninja · 11 months ago

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the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

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x-heesy · 9 months ago

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Vanessa Stockard is an artist who creates paintings that often feature her cat Kevin. 🇦🇺

#mybestfriendisananimal #thelittlethingsarethebigthings #cats #catsofinstagram #catstagram #katzenliebe #mietzekatze #catsagram #catscatscats #catsoftheworld #catsoftheday #catslover #catsgram #catsofinsta #catsoninstagram #catsfollowers #catslovers #catsofday #catsareawesome #catsdaily #catsloversworld #catsmeow #catscircus #cats_of_world #dailycats #beautifulcats #catsofworld #cats_of_day #catloversclub #catstagram #meow #lovecats #petlovers #adorablecats #catsareawesome #cats_of_instagram #cat_of_instagram #kittycatn

Don't Worry Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin 🎧

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snek-eyes · 1 year ago

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Maggie, who uh, who owns the record shop... is in love!

He lights up so sweetly over this. 🥰

#aziraphale #good omens #good omens 2 #v watches good omens #his hair is SO fluffy and he is SO happy this is unbearable

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catfortress · 1 month ago

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fluffy youre so beautiful

He is flattered🥺

#cat fortress #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 au #tf2 fanart #heavy team fortress 2 #tf2 heavy #🥪fluffy #:D #:V

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xochimillilili · 1 year ago

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• Scat • Inflation • Detrans/Misgendering • Raceplay • Brat taming • Vomit • Beast • Cheating • Older men/ younger women (literally fuck off if you try to push this on me I have the tag blocked for reasons >:/ • AB/DL • Hypno • Sissy • Weight gain/Loss + Feederism • Cis daddy doms in my fucking dms >:[ dude I'm not a girl to you fuck off

Please do not refer to me as prince, mistress, ma'am, miss, or mommy !!!

🌼Subby Xochi shit

🍀For funsies !!! I accept teasing for me being subby only in the form of anon asks ^_^ Bold=fave !!!

Kinks

Petplay (kitty/bunny), incredibly soft degradation, praise, piss, omo, somno, breeding, pregnancy, exhibitionism, edging/cum denial, musk/scent, humiliation, CNC, forced anal, free use, alcohol intox, biting/marking, royalty play, laction/milking, cockwarming, pain play, stalking, ageplay, possesiveness, forcemasc, mommy, fauxcest (little bro/sis+son roles)

Terms I use

Anatomy: Chest can called chest, tits, boobs, I got a cunt, can also call it pussy, also got a clit, tdick, cock ^_^ the whole area can be referred to as princess parts or kitty parts !!

Petnames: I'm cool with kitty, bun(ny), pet, sweetie, angel, cutie, baby, love, slut, bitch, fucktoy, cumdump, kiddo, cumslut, princess, (little) boy, basically pretty much anything goes :3

Also 5 foot 1, or 157 cm if that matters to you somehow !!!

🍀More: (aka xochi doesn't stfu<3)

I am literally just queer, in gender and sexuality, I am just a queer fuck !!!! I am demiromantic though,, , but still !!! Queer lol My gender is just I am God, because I fucking am God, angel mixed in all of it too !!!

🌾Xochi is a real person I am not horny all the time lmao

A part time English teacher and graphic design student ^_^ i am trying to create a good future for myself and create the life I want <3

Cool fucking sandwich with mental illnesses n disorders inside :3 with a lil (big) sprinkle of chronic pain <3 Feel free to ask how my progress with therapy is going !!!

I like stuff apart from masturbating and being horny~ I really love drawing, Sky: Children of the Light (oooOooO you wan be daily light friends with me sooo bad <3), Sanrio (My Melody my beloved ♡), Percy Jackson, Artemis Fowl, n Pretty Cure.

I like plushies and cooking to name a few things I like, and really like most types of music, so don't be afraid to just talk about my interests! I'm not scary I promise :]

I really really like learning and reading about stuff !! Feel free to just dump a ramble in my dms if you'd like ^_^

Yayyy yippee congrats for getting through this long ass thing !!! Star for you~ ☆

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

Chapter Ⅱ

Professor!Jensen x Student!Fem!Reader

Reader is 22 Jensen is 35

Warnings: Nsfw, contains smut, angst, fluff, sexual tension, shyness, age gap, brat!fem/brat tamer!male, professor/student size difference, size kink, blowjob, oral sex, m!receiving, f!receiving slight choking, fingering, almost getting caugth, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dominant/submissive, p in v, vanilla sex, rough sex, sliiight roleplay, slight forbidden love

Words count: 4.083 k Reading time: 13 min

Dividers cr. @cafekitsune

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - MINORS DNI

You froze the moment you heard the voice, Mr Ackles gestured you to stay there in silence while he got up to open the door. "Yeahh i'm coming." He let his collegue in and started talking abount some test. He sits back on his chair and scoots closer to make sure the other guy didn't notice. Even tho the wooden desk had all the three sides covered with it.

You're too concentrate on his man spread legs, muscular thighs... The tent painfully restricted in this jeans. His collegue was yapping about something but you couldn't care less as your hands start to draw patterns onto his thighs. He tenses while he skillfully keeps talking without showing a thing.

After some teasing your hands slowly unzips his pants and start palming him through the thin fabric of his boxerhe swallows, trying to keep his breathing and his voice level, while he feels your hands palming him through his boxers. He struggles to keep his composure, the sensation of being touched like that making it incredibly hard.

You pull the fabric down letting his member sprang free lightly slapping over the hem of his shirt. Noticing how big he actually was you stare almost in disbelief, such a beautiful view. His eyes catching you in awe and smiling to himself while he looks back at his collegue answering with a perfectly faked nonchalance.

You catch your thoughs running... Will it fit? It's gonna be hard. Maybe if it slides down your throat. You took him in your hands, gently squeezing and caressing it. You pump it a couple of times earning a flex in his thighs. You lean in and take the tip in your mouth.

He keeps listening to the yapper nodding and humming as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair. He steals a glance, the sight of you under the desk, between his legs, practically making him dizzy. He can hardly believe this is happening. You swirl your tongue around it, eyes looking up at him as your hand keeps pumping. Her other hand grips his thigh, drawing patterns on it.

As he catches you looking up at him, is almost too much to handle. His hand slides unseen under the desk, he looks back up smiling at his collegue who was still talking " Yeah, absolutely." He answers while his hand reaches your hair tugging on it gently but firmly. Feeling his fingers through your hair, you're encouraged to move your head up and down. Hands onto his thighs softly squeezing them.

He feels you taking him deeper, his grip tightens on the arms of the chair, trying to ground himself. He can feel himself getting close again, the sensations you're creating almost too much to bear. He steals a glance down at you, meeting your eyes, silently begging you to have mercy, but only feeling even more aroused by the sight of you under the desk

"Uh...yeah...that's a good point." He says in response to something his colleague had said, his voice sounding strained and hoarse. At that point she shoves her head as down as possible succesfully deepthroating him, you surprised yourself. A small groan escaping from him lips, he grips the arms of the chair harder, his knuckles turning white. "Sorry..." He mutters to his colleague, who looks at him with a slight frown. "Just...a minor muscle spasm."

The feeling of his member down your throat arousing you even more, hands getting under his shirt finding his muscles and abs clenching as he works to keep his composure. He can feel your hands on his body, exploring under his shirt, and it's driving him wild. The effort of staying still is taking a toll on him, and the pleasure is building with each second. "Uh...yeah...I see...what you mean." He replies, his voice hoarse.

You notice his colleague murmuring. "Alright then, see you tomorrow Jensen." and then walking to the door still saying somenthing more, "Yeah, could you- close the door for me?" he asked breathlessly while waving as he left. As soon as the guy went out you suck harshly, his hands immediately on your hair. He leans back in the chair, his eyes on the door, listening to ensure the coast is clear.

The feeling of him throbbing into your mouth so satisfying, a particularly swollen vein grazing the back of your throat deliciously. One of his hands gets on the back of your head pushing you down from your nape, his other softly tugging on your hair. "God... sweetheart... you're..." He gasps, his words losing meaning as he tries to express how much he's loving what you're doing. His brain feels like it's going to explode.

His deep groans fills your ears you hold to his thighs choking slightly around him. Hitting the back of her throat with a deep moan, voice dripping need. He's getting closer and you know it. "You have no idea...what you're doing...to me" He gasps, his words coming out in ragged pants. He's so close to the edge, and the sight of you on your knees between his legs bobbing your head with his hand onto your nape, working just fine as fuel on a fire.

You move your tongue around him, teasing that vein right onto it. You close your eyes as he keeps you still, his hardness against the back of your throat. You grip his thighs harshly, causing him to gasp while he reaches his high. His Eyes closing "God..." he moans, his head thrown back, strands of hair moving onto his forehead. Divine vision you thought.

You start feeling dizzy from the air lack, hands onto his wrist, his fluids slowly running down your throat, some dripping down your chin. He softly pulls you away, you gasp for air, lightly coughing. A line of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. His hand grips your chin tilting your head so his thumb could wipe off the remainings of his release from your jawline.

You plant a kiss onto his tip before slowly getting up, hair all messy and surprisingly clean lips, bit glossy but nothing too serious. He can't take his eyes off you, amazed at how messy and disheveled you look. It's a stark contrast to your regular appearance, and it's driving him absolutely wild. He reaches out to you, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him.

He buries his face into your neck, nuzzling and kissing it gently. His heart is still pounding in his chest, the experience still fresh on his mind. He can feel the heat of your body against his. "Next appointment will be your turn to give?" You ask before noticing the dark light in his eyes, while he whispers into your ear to go in his office, shivers run down you spine as his lips brush onto the exact point where your neck and shoulder connects.

He looks at you, knowing what you're hinting at, a smirk slowly spreads across his face. "Come with me now," he whispers, his grip on your waist tightening as he starts maneuvering both of you towards his office. He pulls you into his office, shutting the door behind him and locking it. The room is dark, lit only by a small table lamp on his desk. He pushes you back against the wall, pinning you in place with his body. He looks into your eyes, the desire and need clear in his expression. He leans in, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours.

You slightly shiver under his tender but firm touch. Gasping as he lifts you and sits you onto his desk, he swiftly pulls your panties away, throwing them somewhere in the room. He kneels onto the carpet, his arms wrapping around your thighs pulling you closer to his face, spreading your legs further to have more access. You, on the other side, were gasping and blushing like crazy, while he looks at you . The sight of him framed by your thighs makes your insides twist.

And after ending you a devilishly smirk he buried his face into your soaking core, his tongue immediatly onto your bud, sucking on it. Your moans louder than you expected as he skilfully flicked it, then moved his tongue to your pussy, pushing it inside and thrusting it in and out rolling and swirling all at the same time. Your hands into his hair in an instant, tugging and pulling while you moaned loudly, legs shivering in his grip as his thumb starts pressing tender circles onto your clit. Your mouth falling open not even capable to say a word.

Back arching against the desk. Her hips rolling slightly toward your face. He moves your legs onto his shoulders giving himself more access, plump lips brushing pefectly onto your skin. You feel your orgasm approaching absurdly fast. Your pleading sound only fueling him to keep working on that spot inside you, his thumb still moving and pinching your clit, your legs jolting at every pinch.

As your tongue works onto her g-spot she feels herself cumming already, as soon as he guides you through it, he keeps his mouth attached to you making you squirm. His knowing moves getting more intense, he hums into you sending vibrations through your core, you look at him with pleading eyes, only to meet his eager ones. Needing more of you, he increases his moves.

The feeling of his trimmed beard grazing onto your inner thighs and onto your bud, while his finger picks up the pace moving in circular motions, you feel a second gush between your thighs, Your moans getting ragged between gasps while she tryes to pull you away feeling the overstimulation hit. His tongue gets deeper your eyes roll back, throwing your head back as he laps at your juices his iron grip holding you down, his eyes dart to your expression, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

His other hand starts drawing patterns on your thigh drawing your third release out. Once he had your legs trembling unstoppably he lifts his face licking his lips and smiling admiring his work. Your body shimmering with light sweat your chest going up and down quickly legs trembling onto his shoulder, his grip losens. "Oh... my God..." You manage to blurt out trying to calm your breathing down. "Well thanks God the walls are thick, love." He smirks standing up letting your legs around his waist.

As he stands between your legs, towering over your body, arms around his neck you pull him in. Your lips searching for him, his lips just hovering millimeters from yours, a smirk still on his face. "Looks like you've been wanting this" he murmurs while he kisses you, an arm around your waist, keeping you close to his body. You lightly tug at his tie groaning as he grinds his bulge against your soaked cunt.

Feeling your hands onto him, he pulls back for a moment, taking a breath before undoing his tie and tossing it aside. He starts to unbutton his shirt, his eyes locked on yours. You squirm in need, you work to undo his jeans once again, pulling his boxers down, his hands onto your thighs spreading them and lining yourself to her entrance. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" He asks his own heart racing in anticipation. You nod softly looking at him. "Yes... please..."

He can feel the heat of your body as you pull him closer, his hands gripping your thighs. he groans as he feels you rubbing against his hardness, the sensation almost overwhelming. He leans in, kissing you again while she slowly enters you. You gasp softly moaning as you push into her, reaching deep inside her core, you push till you bottom out, a bump appears on your lower belly, the outline of his cock visible. You scratch his shouldes, pulling him closer "Mr Ackles please..." your trembling voice.

"Oh, darlin', there's no need to beg." he mutters to your ear, voice thick with desire, your breathing mixing as you make eye contact, your eyes glossy with light tears, his deep green irises staring at every little reaction you have as he starts moving. Slowly but vigorously, skin slapping heavily, room filled with your little pleas and moans. His hips snapping into you, probably bruising your cervix just right.

The desk and papers creaking while you move, he places his hands on your hips to get a better angle. He can't get enough of the sounds you're making, the sweet moans sending his mind into a frenzy. He keeps moving, trying to find the right angle to get even deeper. He runs a hand through your hair, his eyes locked with your half lidded ones, mouth open in ecstasy as he positions your hips a bit upwards, getting deeper and thrusting with more force. "You know... I dreamt of this so.... many times" you whimper between moans.

He lets out a grunt, your words sending a jolt of desire through him. He keeps moving, his thrusts becoming more and more forceful as the desk creaks under the pressure. "You did?" He mutters, his voice rough and deep. "Yes...oh yeaah" she groans while you move your hands onto the desk holding to it thrusting harder, finding a steady rhythm that drives you crazy. The sound of skin slapping becoming obscene while your moans flows out uncontrollably.

He watches you struggle to form a response as he keeps up the rhythm, enjoying the effect it has on you. He grips the edge of the desk, Your legs locked around his waist as your hands grip your shoulders, nails digigng in his skin. "Jensen-" It slipped from your lips. your eyes rolling back, too absorbed in pleasure to think about it. His breath catches in his throat as he hears his real name on your lips. There's something about the way you say it, the need and desire in your voice, that drives him wild. He grips your hips tighter, a low growl escaping from his lips.

You feel his lips onto your neck kissing and marking you, he then takes your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud earning a loud whine. He fights to keep his rhythm slow and deep, his body shaking with the effort to hold back. He wants to prolong this moment for as long as possible. Your moans high pitched now, as he throws his head back, "Is this what you were dreaming about?" his voice hoarse, you feel your release approaching rapidly you blush crimson, looking away her back arches. He chuckles lowly, a smirk forming on his face. "'Atta girl" he mutters, his voice a deep whisper.

With that you came clenching around his lenght, he feels like you're about to cut him in half, the waves of pleasure rippling through you again, the feeling bringing a smile to his face. You hide your espression behind your arms, he leans in to kiss your neck, pulling your arms aside, the smirk still on his lips as he does so. "Don't hide that beautiful face" He mutters, his voice huskier than usual.

You yelp as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, he moves you in a different position, you're laying on your side onto the desk, allowing him to slide deeper, shifting inside you, you let out a loud whimper. He smirks at the way you react, the way you moan as he moves even deeper. He can't get enough of you, of the sounds you make, of the way you feel against him. He braces himself with one arm on the desk, pushing himself against your cervix.

He grins as he places his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. He reaches for the phone on his desk, dials the principal's number, he keeps the phone next to his ear, waiting for the principal to pick up. "Yes, this is Mr. Ackles" He says when the principal answers, his voice surprisingly calm despite the situation. You try to keep quiet his thrusts hitting just the perfect spot. The desk on the other side, creaks loudly while he speaks.

He can hear the rattling of the desk on the other end of the phone, his grip on your mouth tightening, warning you to be quiet. "Yes, I have a headache" he says into the phone, his voice sounding strained. You heard the principal light voice through the phone. His hips snapping towards yours, making it difficult to be quiet, his hand helping while you bite down your lower lip. Your eyes dart to his, widing as he start having a friendly convo to the phone while pounding into you.

You grip the edges of the desk, humming moans while your whole body jolts with every thrust. He can feel your body tremoring under him, the sounds you're trying to hold back becoming more intense. He glances at you before turning his attention back to the phone, keeping his voice steady and friendly. As his thrusts suddenly become harsh and hard, gasps and soft moans, leaving her mouth and passing through his hand. Your eyes pleaded him to have mercy, his eyes darted to yours while.

He can see the pleading look in your eyes, the silent plea for mercy. He maintains his friendly demeanor on the phone, a small smirk forms on his lips, relishing in the power he holds over you. He responds to the principal, making yet another excuse for the sound. He can hear the soft moans and cries escaping your mouth, even with his hand covering it. It's a sound that he can't get enough of, the sound of you trying to keep quiet while in the vicinity of others. He responds to something the principal said on the phone, his tone still friendly.

Your hand grips his wrist, holding to him feeling yourself close, his hips snapping steadily and deeply into your aching and soaked cunt. His eyes lock with yours, watching your reaction as he picks up the pace slightly. He can hear the creaking of the desk grow louder but he doesn't care. His hand covers your mouth even tighter, trying to keep you from making any more sound.

You feel yourself closer and closer to the edge, squeezing around him almost desperately trying to hold back. Legs trembling, the tightness around him making it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation on the phone. He grits his teeth, doing his best to keep his voice steady as he talks to the principal, his eyes never leaving yours and the growing look of need and pleading in them. You cry out in his hand coming no longer capable of holding back. Skin slapping sounds get louder as he speak to cover them.

The overstimulation makes it even harder to stay quiet waves of pleasure overwhelming you, his motions getting harder each thrust, he can't hold it together for much longer, the need to end the conversation becoming almost unbearable. He tries to sound casual on the phone, mumbling something about needing to rest to end the conversation, finally ending the call and tossing the phone onto the desk.

You gasp as he moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, slightly choking you, adding even more pleasure. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as her back arches, her groans louder. "Sir..." you cry out the pleasure almost to much to stand, while his thrusts pick up the pace, he responds to your cry with a low growl, his hips picking up the pace. the desk is creaking loudly. he bends over you, his breath coming out in pants as he looks down at your trembling and lost into pleasure figure.

Light tears down your cheeks, while you moan, losing control of your sounds, you feel his strong hand onto your mouth softly, while he rolls his hips close to his own high "Just a bit more darlin" He whispers to your ear his other hand drawing patterns onto your neck and shoulder. He kisses you deeply, his tongue licking into your mouth and swallowing your sounds. He's close, his body tensing as he continues to move against you. His breaths are short and shallow, his control slowly slipping away. He moves his lips against yours his hips move almost frantically against you, seeking the release he craves.

His ragged moves cause you to come again, trembling against his body and moaning loudly, he let's out a deep moan as you come again, your body trembling against him. He can feel his own release building at the edge, ready to explode. Your walls squeeze around him, squirming as he keep himself hitting deep, making you whine trying to ease the overstimulation. "Please..." He can hear the whine in your voice, he is teetering on the edge of his own release, his body tense, his breaths coming out in heavy pants.

"Too much..." You softly cry out moaning, legs trembling and convulsing. With that after a couple of more thrusts he buries himself inside you, his shaft throbbing into you while he shoots his release deep inside you. Your mouth is open in ecstasy as he's literally balls-deep into you, your legs tremble unstoppably. He collapses onto you, his breath coming out in heavy pants, he rests his head on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

He lifts his head and gently wipes away the tears on your cheeks, his touch soft and gentle. He moves your hair away from your face so he can look into your eyes. His own eyes are tired, but there's a satisfied spark in them, a look of satisfaction. You softly smile, "damn Mr Ackles... you have... one hell of stamina." You whisper.

He chuckles, a low and satisfied sound. He pulls himself up to look down at you, a smirk spreading across his face. "What can I say?" he mutters, his voice still low and hoarse "You bring out something in me". You look up at him "I'll be more of a brat just to get punished, Mr Ackles..." she murmurs, still recovering."You know that, right?" she smirks.

He grins at your words, his eyes darkening slightly. "Oh, I know" he mutters, a sly smile on his face. "And believe me, I won't hesitate to punish you if you act up." You feel yourr insides shift at his words, voice low and husky, you gasp as he pulls out taking the wet wipes to help you clean up. "Thankfully, this desk is resistant.." You murmur slowly, sitting up, legs still trembling.

He grins, his eyes watching your legs trembling. "Yes, it was a good investment. Sturdy and able to hold up to some... stress." He says with a knowing glance towards the desk. "Don't look at me like that.... I just need a moment" you scoff, looking away, blushing. "You're adorable when you blush like that, you know" he says, his voice low and amused. he steps closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh.

You blush even more, frowning slightly and finally able to jump down the desk, remembering how tall he was, towering over you now. He notices how much taller he is than you, a good foot above you with his tall, broad frame casting a shadow over you. You notice his broad shoulders, the light trimmed beard, his perfectly sharp jawline, and his eyes. Oh my god, his green eyes make you weak. A pulsing vein visible on his neck, and his hands. Damn it the hands. The vague image still imprinted in your eyes of his abs when your was sucking him off under the desk.

He notices you looking at him, taking in his appearance. His sharp jawline, the light scruff that covers it, the deep green of his eyes. He can see you staring and he smirks, knowing exactly how his appearance affects you. He chuckles as he sees you snap out of it, blushing and looking away, watching as you come back to reality. He raises an eyebrow at you, the smirk still on his face. Noticing Your messy hair, you curse to yourself, your curls all puffed.

He watches as you straighten yourself up, trying to look presentable. He can't help but chuckle at the sight, the curses leaving your mouth in a huff. His eyes softer than usual as he watches your every move.

...to be continued

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