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[ritterisdead]

BOAF

Nik being strong enough to pick Price up when he's in a bad mood and just put him on the bench of his workshop.

Price is in air jail and now at the perfect height for when Nik tugs the zipper of his flight suit down to reveal that fluffy chest, those burly arms, that glorious belly and happy trail that leads to the weapon between his legs.

Honestly I don't think John could work those cargo pants off fast enough, maybe Nik forgoes that entirely and cuts a neat hole right in the crotch and rips to get at his prize.

Price is walking (Maybe a little bow-legged) out of there a hell of a lot happier than when he walked in.

The lads chip in for a nice takeaway for Nik for helping them out (Dealing with Price's shitty mood)

Nik uses his dick as a captain tamer.

cw: anal sex, mild brat taming, a little rough.

John’s temper was nothing new. Nik had experienced it in its various permutations through the years. It was like a hurricane; loud, destructive, and indiscriminate in the damage it caused, taking out friends and foes alike. But it eventually ran out of wind; surviving it was simply a case of moving out of its way until the inevitable conclusion. And, just like a storm, it wasn’t personal, but a natural byproduct of all the pressures and stresses weighing on John’s shoulders. He was only human.

Sometimes, however, the bad mood would fail to wear itself out and John would become more cantankerous as time wore on and his frustration built. If he was particularly tired, stressed, his body wound tight, feeding his brain a continuous flow of cortisol and catecholamines, then his grizzly mood was liable to last for days. A dark cloud hanging over the base and Task Force, suffocating.

It was day three this time and Nik’s patience had worn out. It was time to give the feral bastard what he needed. The lieutenant called it ‘a good seeing to’ and the sergeants, while not quite brave enough to say it to John’s face, said he was always a bit more human after he’d been stuffed with cock. Nik had worked out it was the act of having control stripped out of his hands, his mind emptied of all but pleasure, and his body flooded with endorphins from an orgasm. It stopped the spiral in its tracks. Even if it was only a reprieve to simply clear his head, it was often enough to give him the breathing room he needed to resolve the problem. He would deny it, of course, but John surrendered every time.

Nik finished the maintenance he’d been performing on the Black Hawk’s main rotary engine and washed his hands clean in the workshop sink, careful to remove the grease and grime from his cuticles. It was late. Most of the base had either retired to the barracks, gone home to their local residences, or headed out to the pub, but John was still here, huffing and growling over the laptop on the nearby workbench. “I can’t fuckin’ believe they’re takin’ Simon for another trainin’ seminar, puts him out for three fuckin’ days—“

Nik had invited him in to discuss some intel, citing his need to continue maintenance to stay on schedule as the reason for the location and, ever diligent, John had arrived on time with his laptop in tow, unknowingly sliding right into Nik's trap. Nik turned off the taps and returned briefly to his heli to dip into his duffle bag for the lube before he approached John at the bench. He slid his hands around John’s waist just as he closed his mouth beneath the hinge of his jaw, sucking a mark into soft skin.

“Ah, fuck, Nik—“ John went rigid in Nik’s hands, almost knocking the laptop off the workbench as he span to face him. “You randy bloody bastard, ‘ve got work t’ finish."

Those fierce blue eyes, the stern set of John's face, they would have struck quivering fear into the heart of many a man. But all Nik saw was the stress, the tension, the bone deep exhaustion, all locked up tight behind a safety valve that needed a practiced hand to release it. “Nyet, you are done for the evening.”

“Oh fuckin’ reall—“

He didn’t finish. Nik leaned forward and swept the laptop to the side, before grabbing John’s narrow hips and lifting him effortlessly onto the bench. He shoved his way between John’s knees, not letting him clam up, the expanse of one big hand staying at the base of John’s back to keep him from wriggling away.

John wrestled with him, fists bunching in his flight suit and shoving against his chest, their first kiss more teeth than tongue or lips. But as the heat of Nik's body enveloped him, their crotches pulled flush, chests together, John stopped thrashing in Nik's arms. Nik took it as the first defeat, drawing back to nuzzle John's beard.

"Lemme up, ya muppet."

"Nyet " Nik straightened a little, creating a gap between them even if he remained between John's legs.

"Nik," John growled his warning, but it was a hollow threat.

“You will do as you are told, captain. Good boys get rewards.”

Nik knew the low rumble of his voice, the manhandling, it stirred something primal and receptive in the back of John’s mind. He watched those bright baby blues widen before they dropped to Nik’s hand, following it like a hawk tracking a mouse as Nik grasped the zipper of his flight suit and tugged it down, deliberate in the glacial pace of its progress.

John’s mouth dropped open as curls of black chest hair emerged between parting metal teeth, Nik’s dusky nipples peaking in the cool air, and John’s greedy hands slid across the heat of newly revealed skin, following the firm contours of his tits. Nik leaned forward to kiss John’s neck again, encouraging his touch, and this time his captain relaxed, his legs spreading a little further apart as his hips tilted. He was begging to be fucked. Nik would take John here as planned, and then he would take him to his bed to exhaust him into complete surrender.

Nik tugged his flight suit open to its fullest extent, his cock arching up in readiness where he hadn't bothered with underwear knowing his intentions with John that evening. He popped a few of John's shirt buttons to kiss the furry perk of his pecs, smiling against John's skin as he squirmed, opening his belt and fly with practiced ease. "Oh, fuck, Nik, no, not here..."

"Da, here," Nik replied, listening to John's tone, his body, rather than his words; the way he gasped so desperately and arched into Nik's heat screamed please, please, please. He didn't resist when Nik slid his arms beneath his thighs and grasped his waistband, lifting his arse for a moment to yank his Carhartts and boxers down his thighs.

John hissed as his flushed skin settled back on the cold surface of the workbench, eager for the return of Nik's palms around the upper curve of his cheeks and the dip of his tailbone. John had an exquisite arse; firm, muscular and round. Perfect for bouncing on a cock. Nik kneaded the top of it as he nipped along the edge of John's jaw to his ear lobe, relishing the powerful body writhing enthusiastically in his arms. Who was Nik trying to kid? John was perfect in every way, even with his penchant for sulking.

Nik earned his first needy moan when he let the tip of his cock kiss the tight furl of John's hole, the slightest pressure rubbing his wet slit against the fluttering muscle in an insistent tease. He nuzzled John's beard as he fished the lube out of his pocket and flicked the lid off with his thumb. John's hands pushed beneath the fabric of his flight suit to grip his shoulders, one looping behind Nik's neck to play in the curls at the nape of his neck. John flinched when Nik squeezed the lube onto his balls, the tube clattering on the workbench when it was cast aside. "Bastard..."

Nik smirked, smoothing warm fingers gently down the seam of John's sac to his taint, circling, teasing his rim with little tugs at the opening. When the first finger dipped inside, Nik swallowed John's groan with a kiss, tongue licking into his mouth when it fell open in a shock of pleasure. John didn't need much coaxing, his body opening eagerly around one and then two probing fingers. Nik crooked them up, John's cock flicking as Nik's fingertips rubbed over his prostate. John panted, his head falling back, the filthy noise of Nik's fingers squelching into his hole accented by his soft whimpers. Blunt fingernails dug into Nik's skin as John clung to him, his leaking cock fully hard against the unblemished milky softness of his inner thigh.

"Ah, ah, Nik... Mm, fuck... Ah..."

"Da, solnyshko. Just a little more and I will give you what you need."

Nik could make John come like this, but his balls ached and there was only one place he wanted to empty them; to watch John unspool on his cock was a privilege he deserved. He pulled his fingers out slowly, his thumb tugging down at John's slick, puffy hole as he smeared lube and precum over his crown and down his shaft, tongue between his teeth as he groaned at the sweet anticipation of what awaited. He was so hard, cock throbbing in his grip, balls already tight, and he took a moment to steady himself before sliding his arms beneath John's thighs again, John's booted feet dangling either side of his back, his trousers bunch just shy of his knees.

His fingers pressed into the flesh of John's hips to keep him still as he ground the tip of his cock over the slick skin of John's taint, lower lip between his teeth as John shivered in his grasp, hips tilting again, urging, begging with his body. Nik's tip notched against his hole and Nik held him firm as he thrust inside, John's body gaping wide around the flare of his crown and thick shaft. John quaked in his arms, thighs trembling, his soft, tortured noises nursing a primal delight deep inside Nik's chest.

Nik kept going, sinking into John's body, inch by aching inch, even as it bore down around him in desperation.

"Fuck, Nik, Nik!"

"Da, my love. Surrender to me as you yearn to..."

It wasn't simply the act of sex. Penetration itself was not surrender and John had ridden Nik's cock from above many times, in complete control as Nik ceded, leaning back into the pillows with his eyes closed. But this act, of letting the tension and frustration melt from his body, of giving in to the pleasure of sex with a man who knew how to pluck every string, of finally letting his mind empty and his muscles relax. That was surrender.

Nik pressed deeper, achingly slow, clutching heat struggling with the girth and length. Every time John's channel fluttered, pulsing between relaxing and gripping, Nik seized more ground. John's eyes rolled back as Nik nestled in his guts and finally bottomed out with a satisfied groan, John's stretched hole pressed against the dark curls of his pubic hair. Nik kissed trembling, spit slick lips, rocking gently, staying deep as he hollowed out his place in John's body. "Mm, detka. You are so tight. Relax, breathe..."

"Nik, ah, fuck, Nik. I'so much, hng."

"Ssh, I know, but you are... mm, taking me so well. All you have to do is let go."

Nik didn't give him any choice. He drew out until John's body sucked on his tip, clenching around it in greedy throbs, before he thrust his full length back in. John bit out a soft, startled cry, back arching as his nails bit into Nik's shoulders. Nik leaned into his lover's neck, the downy curls of his chest hair pressing to the warm swells of his firm chest as he clutched his hips tight to pull them into his cock. The next thrust was just as firm, just as demanding, shaking the table on which John sat.

Nik picked up a bruising pace, forcing John's body into submission with each deep thrust, wet skin slapping wetly as the table rattled under the force of Nik's hips pounding against John's arse. John clung to him, unable to find purchase anywhere but Nik's shoulders as he was fucked hard, Nik's palms providing a softer cushion for him to be pressed into, keeping him from being shoved away so that he was made to take every thrust to the hilt at an angle that sent relentless curls of pleasure arcing up the length of his body.

John shook apart so beautifully, his first orgasm was dry, triggered purely by the insistent, relentless drag of Nik's cock over his prostate. Nik felt the first tremors of it and leaned in to coach him through with whispered encouragement, "da, John, such a good boy, let it happen..."

John's body milked him in tight pulses and Nik watched in awe as John's pleasure unspooled through him, his limbs shaking, broad chest heaving in rattling breaths through loud, high-pitched whines, completely overwhelmed at the full body experience of coming on Nik's cock. It was like a molten heat that burned away the last of the tension and left him pliant and open in Nik's arms.

John's hole relaxed, sloppy with lube and wells of precum, the perfect sheath for Nik's cock, still sucking hungrily on Nik's length every time he withdrew before slamming back inside. Nik chased his high, growling into John's neck, nipping at his hammering pulse to taste the sweat on his skin. His climax crept up his spine, a vine of tension pulling him tight, and he nipped John's ear. "Touch yourself, detka."

John grabbed his cock obediently, pumping down its slick length in furious jerks that matched Nik's pace, his moans reaching a crescendo as he was trapped between two pleasure centres. Nik felt John tighten again, another orgasm, and it teased him over into his own. His hips jerked, stuttering against John's arse, as his cock pulsed its first load deep in John's body. John followed him over the brink, the flood of heat inside him making his eyes roll back as his cock painted his hand and shirt in thick ropes of cum as he was filled with it.

Nik's vision greyed, the force of his own pleasure leaving him breathless as his cock twitched in John's channel. He hadn't realised how pent up he'd been, his balls offering a seemingly endless breeding. He panted hot breaths against John's skin, the tip of his nose resting in the bristles of his beard, lips placing soft, fleeting kisses as his body finally finished. When he finally gathered enough coordination to draw out, the filthy noise of his cock withdrawing made him growl with pleasure, his seed welling at John's hole to drip down the curve of his arse to the floor.

When he lowered John's feet, his legs shook, and he lifted him off the table by the hips. "Go to your room. When I get there, I expect to find you naked in bed," Nik said.

John might have argued if he hadn't been completely spaced, his eyes soft in post-orgasmic bliss. Nik helped him right his belt and trousers and then watched him hobble out of the workshop. Once his captain had disappeared from sight, Nik turned his attention to tidying his tools, a little jelly-legged as he strolled about his workshop.

Nik would find John showered and snoozing, naked and warm beneath his blankets, about an hour later. He washed himself, removing the grime and sweat of the workshop, and slipped in beside him to rub his back and shoulders. John roused slowly, content to let Nik ease his aches, legs spreading when those strong fingers slid between them for a second round, his hole buttery soft, eager for Nik's touch. He was impossible to resist.

[ritterisdead]

Country-side Quickie

Pairing: Dean Winchester × Male Reader

﹂Contains: bit of dom!bot Dean + sub!top male reader, car sex, cowgirl, hand job (Dean receiving), implied multiple rounds, creampie

The windows are fogged up with a layer of condensation and it was only getting hotter inside. Dean swore he wouldn't do something like this in the backseats but you just had to tempt him. Had to get his mind off the recent hunt and his eyes off the road enough to pull over the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

Your palms felt hot against the skin over his hips, burning into him like a brand to cattle. It only served to encourage him to grind down against you taking you deeper as he threw his head back with a low groan.

Many strained curses followed by grunts and panting breaths fill the interior of the Impala. His eyes hazy and glossed over as he looks down at you, watching how you're restraining yourself from bucking your hips up into him.

"Being so good for me," he murmurs with a keening cry, your cock pressing against his prostate just right. His hips stuttering as he lifts himself up and drops back down faster and faster. Chasing after that blissful high only you can provide him with.

His hands grip your shoulders, running down your chest and moving to grab you firmly as he picks up the pace. He feels his thighs aching, trembling with all his efforts and his cock twitching with need, slapping against his stomach and smearing it with more of his cum.

"Fuck," your palm wrapped around him, pumping in him tandem with his bouncing. So slick and warm from all the cum that's been dribbling from his reddened tip. He whines and claws at you, desperate for release.

Dean finally gives in, unable to lift his hips all the way like he has before as he signals for you to take over. And the sound he made once you finally thrusted up into him was nothing short of carnal. Debased.

A chorus of moans and whimpers meant only for your ears. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon- I'm so close." He babbles mindlessly, nearly hitting his head on the roof as a rush of vigor courses through him. Moving his hips to meet every upward thrust of your hips.

You grip him firmly, holding him down as his walls spasm around you, squeezing so relentlessly hard that you spill inside him. He shudders above you, painting both your chests and stomachs with his cum but his hips keep moving, rolling slowly as his orgasm ebbs away.

He's so sensitive. Your hand's soiled, glistening with his spend, your thumb swiping over the cockhead as it twitches again in your grasp, pressing down on the slit.

He lets out a whine, barely holding himself upright from collapsing atop you. "It's too much- I can't." He gasps, feeling you shift, your cum leaking out from around your still hard cock. He clenches weakly around as if to keep it from spilling.

"We can give it another go back at the motel," he swallows hard at that, nodding dumbly, he's too high on ecstasy to answer properly, much less drive straight.

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[ritterisdead]

THOS IS A WORK OF ART

IF you would be interested I would love your take on 107. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” and Bucktommy!

107. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

Tommy still isn’t used to this. He’s at a bar with the 118, drinking and laughing with his arm slung over the top of the booth behind Evan’s shoulders. Warmth bursts through him every time Evan leans back against him, every time someone laughs at his jokes or asks him a question. 

He knows that the 118 fractured after Bobby’s death, but they seem to have rallied under the leadership of Captain Han. They’re closer than ever, and that’s saying something. Even Ravi is here. He’s opening up and telling more personal stories than Tommy—and, from the looks of it, the entire 118—has ever heard from him. The night is warm and loose and happy in a way that has Tommy feeling drunker than the two empty beer bottles in front of him normally would. 

Tommy isn’t the only one. Hen’s laughs devolve into snorts, Eddie’s shoulders are lighter than they have been for over a year, and pride shines in Chim’s eyes. Evan had one drink before switching to club soda—something he does a lot now, Tommy has noticed; Tommy thinks it makes him feel closer to Bobby—but you wouldn’t know that from the way he’s crying laughing and melting against Tommy’s side like it’s been a long night of hard drinking. It makes Tommy feel floaty and free to see them all like this; to be allowed to take part in it. Everything is giddy and relaxed. 

The night goes on, and after a while there’s a lull in the conversation. A few people get up to use the bathroom, a few go to get more drinks, and the few left at the table are engaged in a heated debate about something so inconsequential that Tommy tuned them out minutes ago. He’s focused on the press of Evan against him, the heat of his body, and the soft, casual way their legs brush together. It’s far from the most intimate they’ve been since getting back together, but it is the most public. There’s a deep, rolling contentment in Tommy’s stomach at the knowledge that Evan chose him and wants everyone to know it. 

The debate heats up across the table and Evan taps out; losing either interest or track of the conversation. He leans back and smiles soft and sweet when he sees that Tommy is already looking at him. 

“Hey,” Evan says. He leans closer, warmer; fits himself more snugly into Tommy’s side. “Do you wanna play pool?” 

“Do you want to lose at pool?” Tommy teases. 

“Oh, I see how it is.” The flirtatious spark in Evan’s eye settles low in Tommy’s gut. “You, uh, you know the firehouse has a pool table, right? I’ve had a lot of practice.” 

“I do know the firehouse has a pool table.” Tommy smirks. “Who do you think carried it up the stairs?” 

Evan’s eyes go dark and his breath visibly hitches in his chest. Tommy decides not to clarify that it wasn’t just him, and that he and Sal had sweated and sworn at each other the entire time. He lets Evan have his fantasy of Tommy—current Tommy, with his thicker muscles, not the leaner frame he had in 2008—single-handedly carrying a heavy pool table up a long flight of stairs. No one has ever looked at Tommy the way that Evan does. He doesn’t want to say anything that would put a stop to it. 

Instead of forming a response, Evan hip-checks Tommy as well as he can while they’re both sitting down. Tommy takes the hint and scoots out of the booth, Evan following right behind him. Evan takes his hand and leads the way through the bar. 

They find an empty pool table and set it up. Tommy watches Evan’s thick fingers chalk up the cue. He tries to keep his thoughts appropriate for a bar, for an outing with people they know, but it’s hard to do that when Evan’s big hands run up and down the smooth length of the cue. Tommy is already feeling loose from the beers and the good atmosphere. Looking at Evan, it’s easy to feel just a little looser. 

Evan is better at pool than Tommy thought he would be. He’s slow and methodical, taking his time to really line up each shot, and he sinks the ball more often than not. It takes Tommy longer than it should to notice that Evan is moving so slowly on purpose; intentionally wiggling his hips as he bends over the table. Brat. It draws Tommy’s attention to his ass, and suddenly hitting the ball isn’t the main thing that Tommy is thinking about as he lines up his next shot. Tommy doesn’t want to be playing pool anymore. He wants to get his hands on Evan. 

Not now. Not yet. Calming, relaxing breath in, then out. This game will pass, this outing will be over, and then he’ll take Evan home. He’ll have Evan all to himself soon enough. He’ll have Evan naked. He’ll have Evan spread out on the bed under him, moaning and begging on his fingers. 

Tommy takes his shot and misses. It’s not a surprise. His head isn’t in the game anymore and his fingers had fumbled over the cue with the trembling desire to touch Evan. It would have been more of a surprise if he had made the shot. He tries not to let his lust show on his face as he nods across the table for Evan to take his turn. 

Tommy assumes that Evan will take the perfect setup right in front of him, so Tommy doesn’t back away from his side of the table. Evan doesn’t take it. He looks at Tommy, looks at the table, then back at Tommy, and smirks. Slowly, without taking his eyes off of Tommy, Evan slinks around from the other side. He’s surprisingly graceful in his movements for someone so large, for someone who Tommy has seen trip over his own feet more than once. Evan stalks closer and, like a hypnotized prey animal, Tommy doesn’t move a muscle. 

When Evan is almost within kissing distance, he smirks and turns his back to Tommy, sliding in between him and the pool table. Evan bends over, cue in hand, and pushes his ass back against Tommy’s crotch. Just like all of the shots that Evan has taken tonight, he wiggles his hips. 

“Evan,” Tommy hisses, but his cock twitches and he can’t get himself to back away. Evan feels electric against him. 

“I’m taking my shot,” Evan says casually. “You’re in my way.” 

They’re in public. They’re in a bar, in public, with the rest of the 118 somewhere nearby. He knows that Evan has an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, but this is bold even for him. His family is here—his family who Tommy still feels like he needs to be on his best behavior for. This isn’t their best behavior. They’re never going to hear the end of this. 

Still, Tommy doesn’t back away. The rest of the bar starts to fade from his attention the longer Evan is pressed against him, the more his cock fills out from the friction of Evan’s hips. Tommy isn’t going to rub himself against Evan’s ass in a crowded bar, but it’s a close thing. 

“You could’ve asked me to move,” Tommy says dryly. 

Evan shoots a flirty glance over his shoulder. “Didn’t want you to move.” 

Evan takes his shot. It’s awful; easily his worst of the night, sending balls flying in all directions. Tommy thinks he sees one of his own balls go in, but he can’t be sure because Evan is straightening back up and pressing the long line of his back against Tommy’s front. 

“Oops,” Evan says, and wiggles his hips again. 

Tommy is sweating. He grabs Evan’s hips to still him, but he doesn’t make any move to put space between them like he should. He’s beyond that. He wants Evan so badly. 

“When we get home,” he whispers, low and growly in Evan’s ear. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” 

Evan leans to the side and looks at Tommy playfully. “Only seven?” 

“Brat.” Tommy’s hands tighten on Evan’s hips. “You’re not gonna win with dirty tricks.” 

Evan hums and rubs his ass against Tommy’s growing erection. “I think I already did.” 

Against his better judgment, Tommy gives into the urge to touch. He slides one hand up Evan’s hip and slips his fingers just under Evan’s shirt. Evan’s skin is warm and soft. The muscles jump under Tommy’s touch. Evan lets out a shuddering breath and Tommy gives up the last bit of pretense that they’re going to finish this game. Tommy wants Evan, and Evan wants Tommy enough to make such a display of himself. Tommy has no problem letting Evan say he won. They’re both going to get what they want. 

“Congratulations,” Tommy rumbles into Evan’s ear. “Do you think you can wait until we’re home to get your prize?” He dips a finger under Evan’s waistband and traces a small pattern into the skin. 

Evan shakes his head. “Bathroom,” he says. 

“Truck,” Tommy counters. It’s arguably more public, but there’s less of a risk of someone they know seeing him on his knees. There’s less of a risk of anyone hearing Evan’s sweet noises: the moans and whines and high-pitched please please pleases Tommy plans on wringing out of him before letting him come. Those sounds are for Tommy’s ears only. 

“Yeah, deal, deal.” Evan leans his weight against Tommy’s body; heavy and trusting. 

Tommy bites a kiss against Evan’s jaw and feels him shudder. “Lead the way.” 

Evan grabs Tommy’s hand where it rests over his stomach. He drags Tommy out the back door and into the parking lot. They barely remember to drop their pool cues onto the table in their rush. 

For about thirty seconds, Tommy feels bad about leaving without saying goodbye to the 118. Then Evan backs Tommy against the truck and kisses him—presses his plush lips against Tommy’s and shoves his tongue into his mouth, moans so beautifully and rubs the line of his hard cock against Tommy’s—and all thoughts about anyone else fall away. 

They scramble into the backseat of the truck. Tommy gets Evan’s clothes off, gets his hands and his mouth and his body all over Evan, and he has never been happier to lose a game of pool.

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I know love

pairing: Evan Buckley x M!Reader

summary: Evan Buckley, a dedicated firefighter, is forced to cancel his Valentine’s Day dinner plans due to a hectic shift at the station. However, later that evening, he surprises you at your apartment with your favorite takeout, determined to make the day special despite the earlier disappointment.

a/n: request are open!

wc:1k

warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, submissive Buck, praise, swearing,creampie

Evan Buckley had always been a man of duty, and unfortunately, this Valentine’s Day was no exception. As he finished up a long shift at the fire station, his heart sank a little when he realized he would have to cancel his dinner plans with you. He hated to disappoint you but figured a quick text could soften the blow.

*"Hey, babe. I’m really sorry, but things are crazy here. Looks like we’ll have to reschedule our dinner."*

As much as it hurt to let you down, Buck hoped you understood. He imagined you in your cozy apartment, maybe a little sad, but he promised himself that he would make it up to you.

Later that evening, after the chaos at the station simmered down, Buck found himself standing outside your apartment with a takeout bag in hand. He took a deep breath, his heart racing with anticipation as he knocked on your door.

You opened the door, and the moment you saw him, your frown turned into a bright smile. "Buck! I thought you weren’t coming!" you exclaimed, stepping aside to let him in.

Buck grinned, his eyes sparkling. "I couldn’t let the day end without seeing you. Happy Valentine’s Day!" He presented the takeout as if it were a grand gift. "I brought your favorite."

Without a word, you pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, crashing your lips against his. The soft clink of the takeout bag hitting the nearby table was drowned by the heat of the kiss. Buck responded eagerly, arms wrapping around you as he deepened the connection, both of you lost in the moment.

As the kiss broke for a breath, you gazed into his eyes and whispered, "I missed you.”

Buck chuckled softly. “I missed you too. Now let’s make this up properly.”

In a flurry of yearning, you both stripped away each other’s clothes, the fabric falling to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Buck pressed you against the wall, kissing down the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm.

You pressed back against the wall, Buck’s strong hands held you firmly in place. The passion between you was palpable; it crackled in the air like the heat from a roaring fire.

Buck’s hands gripped your thighs as he held you firmly against the wall, the feeling of your bodies together igniting something primal within him. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, kissing your cheek tenderly, his breath hitching as he felt you against him.

Buck entered you, filling you completely. A gasp escaped your lips as your head fell back against the wall, the feeling overwhelming in the best way possible. Buck groaned at the sensation, his own pleasure evident as he began a steady rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust.

“God, you feel incredible,” he said, his breath hot against your skin. He punctuated his words with a firm thrust, and you could feel every muscle in your body responding to him.

“Buck, please… faster,” you begged, your words urging him on. The intensity of the moment had your heart racing, excitement coursing through your veins.

He obliged, quickening his pace. The sounds of your breaths mingled, filling the space around you, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Buck’s hands tightly held your thighs, holding you as he continued to drive you both higher and higher.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and you opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His expression was one of pure admiration and hunger as he thrust into you, filling you completely with each movement. The heat of his body, the way he took control, made you feel cherished and desired all at once.

With each thrust, he explored every part of you—hands roaming, lips trailing soft kisses along your neck, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine. The wall supported you both, but it was Buck who held you up with his passion.

You felt that familiar tightening in your core, the peak of pleasure mounting within you. As Buck whispered your name, his own pleasure building, you couldn’t help but respond with a moan of his own, “Yes, just like that…”

“Cum for me,” Buck breathed, his voice a mix of command and tenderness. At the sound of his words, you surrendered to the incredible feelings washing over you, letting the pleasure take control as you cried out his name.

Waves of pleasure washed over you as you came undone, your body quaking as you reached your peak. You felt the rush of ecstasy surge through you, your cries echoing through the small apartment, blending with the pounding of Buck's heart.

Your release came in a torrent, and as you did, strands of warmth spilled over Buck’s chest, slick and glistening in the soft light of the room. The sight was electrifying, a testament to your shared pleasure.

“Fuck…” Buck breathed, his eyes wide as he watched you unravel in front of him. The sight of you—so lost in pleasure—only stirred his own desire deeper. He didn’t miss a beat, still moving inside you, riding out your orgasm and feeling every ripple of your body clenching around him.

With a few more deep thrusts, Buck followed you over the edge, both of you caught in the whirlwind of ecstasy and connection. He held you close, his breath mingling with yours as you both rode the waves of pleasure together, the world outside forgotten in the heat of your moment.

Once the intensity faded, Buck set you gently down on the couch, a satisfied grin on his face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” he said, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he leaned in for a soft kiss. 

You laughed softly, still catching your breath. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.” 

Buck chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for another kiss, feeling content to just be there with you, savoring the moment.

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will always be my fav au!!!!

Really?? THIS gets flagged for mature? 😭

Anyways Knight Ghost and Highlander Soap forced to work together 🤲

[ritterisdead]

ok i need to finally start this show

PAIRING -> Robert Chase x M!reader

SUMMARY -> Giving him a quick hj in a random closet before getting back to work.

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

You shoved him into some oldish looking closet. You didn’t know what it was used for, not that it mattered, but it looked like it held a bunch of random things. Anyway, you had a horny, needy boyfriend you needed to ‘attend’ to. Robert grabbed you, pulled you impossibly close, and pressed his lips against yours. As well as wrapping his arms around your torso. He groaned and chased after your lips when you pulled away, that same groan died down to a wince when you bit his lower lip.

Your hands worked quickly to undo his belt, fumbling with the buckle a few times. “Hurry up,” he urged. Cock throbbing and pressing against his pants.

“You can wait,”

“I can’t. I have to—“

You shut him up in the perfect way, and he couldn’t even argue. Your hand was around his cock, pumping a few times dry before removing it and putting it up to his mouth. “Spit.” And he did, making sure you got enough. Ohhhh the sound that fled from his mouth you couldn’t get enough of. You wanted to fuck him right here, make him scream your name and have everyone know what was going on. Watch as your cock disappeared into him, cum dripping from his hole. And maybe even—

Woah.

You had to stop yourself, otherwise the two of you would be in here for far too long than you needed to be. You knew he’d been pent up in some way. Based on his attitude lately and the way he’s been responding to people. So you finally decided to do something about it. “Mmm..“ his head went back and hit the wall.

“Leakin’ all over. How long have you been wanting this, baby?”

“Too long.” He grunted. If Robert’s sounds don’t get you guys caught, the loud squelching sound made from your hand moving up and down his cock will.

“Why haven’t you told me? Y’know I would’ve changed my schedule.”

“Didn’t come across my mind. Can you hurry—“

“Dr. Chase, I know what I’m doing.” You teased. Though he didn’t find it funny. Only giving you a look when you turned your head to look at him. You traced a vein, hearing a gasp and watching as his hips bucked lightly.

“M’close.” He whined. You thought about fucking with him even more—maybe stopping your hand till he begged and pleaded for you to continue. But he seemed to really care about time right now. So you decided otherwise. Robert’s hands reached out quickly to grasp at your shoulders. He looked down, taking in the sight of your hand moving along his cock. Though when he got closer and closer he moved his head and tilted it back. Hips thrusting into your hand as his orgasm washed over him. White spurts of cum shooting from his cock and getting onto his clothed and your hand. He was loud enough that if someone were to walk by they’d hear. Which you didn’t care but you’re sure he did. Robert huffed and his chest rose up and down quickly. When he calmed down he looked down at his clothes. “Oh god..I can’t go out like this.” You smiled, then proceeded to wipe your hand on his clothes. Now even more was on him.

“Oh! Seriously?”

“Yep.”

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you asked me for this and it's an idea so—

wondering if we could see dean getting absolutely ruined in the backseat of his baby while he gets degraded for being so damn desperate that they had to pull over and into a field during the middle of the night while the radio is still playing or something, idfk and they have passionate sex in the backseat because dean's that much of a whore? (male reader obviously on top)

pretty please? 🙏

THEME: passionate car sex with a desperate dean.

CHARACTER: male reader x dean winchester

NOTE: i love writing dean to be an absolute mess. ALSO THANK YOU <3

idfk what im doing. WHY IS EVERYTHING I WRITE SO SHORT.

p.s. requests are always open!

WARNING: car sex,, degradation,, raw dogging it fr,, pet names,, light dacryphilia,, extremely pathetic dean,,

“ngh— don’t- jus’.. come on, fuck.” dean whined quietly, his back pressed to the car door's panel, head resting against the window. “what? no prep? I can’t fucking believe it..” you mused with a scoff, briefly glancing at the radio that was playing. “you are being such a slut right now,” you mumbled, pushing the tip of your cock inside of dean's hole, slowly. good thing you had a bit of lube on it, otherwise dean would’ve been writhing already. “taking my cock like this, in the back of Baby. in the middle of fucking nowhere, too,” you continuing berating him, even with a gentle voice. “you’re— mghh, shit..” dean cut himself off, resisting the urge to shy away as it was slightly uncomfortable. instead, he forced himself to push his hips down, groaning as he clenched around your length. “you’re the one who gave me a handjob, w—.. while I was driving.” he forced out, his hands gripping your biceps. “need I remind you that you’re the one who asked for it? begged for it, I should say.” you cleared up, pulling out slowly; though your tip caught on his rim.

with a harsh thrust forward, dean's stomach tensed. a whiny moan left his throat, eyebrows furrowing at the same time. you started to move slowly, unable to resist the urge to fuck him to the rhythm of the music playing; some early 2000’s upbeat song. dean tilted his head back as much as possible, gritting his teeth, his hands clenching around your arms. “that’s it, baby, yeah, keep takin’ my cock like this.” you breathed out, leaning down so your lips would be in line with dean's ear. “just like you were made for this, you desperate whore,” you mumbled softly, your lips grazing his earlobe. he squirmed slightly in response. you knew he was ticklish but still, it was fun. “i- i am n—” dean started with a strained voice, though you quickly cut him off. “don’t you try to deny it. i’m the one fucking you in the backseat of your car..” you trailed off just a bit, your mind reeling at the feeling of dean around you. it just always amazes you. “..in a stupid field.. all because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” you continued, now ignoring the beat of the music and slowing your pace to a deep, yet leisure one.

“mmm— i jus’— you know damn well it wasn’t like that—” dean explained with a pleading voice, bordering on whiny now. his thighs moved to wrap around your waist, squeezing slightly. “yeah?” you mumbled with a harsh thrust, bottoming out. your tip just grazed against his prostate and he was gone. dean gasped breathlessly, his back arching off of the seat a little. “with the way you’re moaning right now, i’d say this is what you’ve been thinking of all day.” you mumbled, pressing an opened mouth kiss to the side of his jaw. dean squirmed once again, letting out a small whimper as his hands slid up to hold onto your neck. “i mean, you didn’t.. fuck.. you didn’t even want to get prepped.” you spoke against his skin, your lips grazing his stubble. “you’re just that desperate for my cock, huh?” you cooed softly, kissing him tenderly. dean reciprocated, though he was late and his kiss was sloppy, extremely uncoordinated. you continued the deep thrusts, bit by bit increasing your pace. “oh— mghhh..” dean whined out, his blinking excessive and frequent. he kept you close, looking at you through his eyelashes, his eyes narrowly open.

“want me to fuck you good, hm? you can moan as loud as you want to, pretty, no one’ll hear you.” you spoke in a hushed tone, your eyes locked on his. suddenly, dean focused on the car rocking, creaking, every time you thrusted into him. he let out a soft, small whine, tilting his head back as much as he could, his mouth open in a little 'o' shape. his thighs trembled slightly, his chest heaving. “you’re a sight,” you murmured, shifting your hips to a more suitable angle. “quit—! it..” dean managed weakly, his eyes screwed shut. his fingers pressed to the nape of your neck, keeping you as close as you’d let him. you just grinned in response, your own hands on the soft flesh of his thighs, quickening your pace to a fast yet steady one. little “ah-ah-ah’s” left his open mouth each time you thrusted in, his body somewhat arched off of the seat. it was a matter of time until you drove deeper and deeper into him, abusing his prostate. dean’s moans got significantly louder, whinier, more high pitched. he started to writhe, his hands getting clammy, eyelashes fluttering. he was coming undone.

dean’s voice was breaking mid-moans more often than not. he even let out a squeal of all things. “you feel so fuckin’ good..” you moaned out, your voice low. dean’s hands shakily glided down your torso, his fingertips catching onto the material of your shirt. he was begging to feel your skin with no words, only actions. “hh-hah..shit.. shitshitshit, ah— nghnnn..” dean’s hips jerked as he clenched around you, his face scrunched so adorably. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was in pain. your cock was unfathomably deep inside dean, he could feel it so well; every vein, every small ridge, everything. he was tight, no matter how many times you have done this, he was always impervious. just for you. your cock. one of your hands skimmed up, just over his v-line and his weeping dick, brushing your fingers across the happy trail. he was so, so fucking pretty. “g—gah- mothe—rr..fucker.” he grunted out, his voice strained, raspy. his fingers gripped your shirt and pulled you close, just as you noticed the tears on his lashes. your lips ghosted over his and you pulled your face away swiftly, causing dean to let out a pathetic whimper, chasing after your lips desperately. “mh, you’re close, aren’t you?” you teased, your digits wrapping around his cock, giving him slow experimental pumps. dean’s pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you, his gaze blurry. the sounds that were spilling from his mouth were filthy; slutty, downright whore-ish. he fit so snuggly around you, you just couldn’t help it. you had to ruin him.

dean inhaled sharply as he felt your hand around him and his hips jerked upwards, into your hand. pathetic, yes, but he didn’t care. “agh—! oh.. oh- oh fuck—” he spoke through gasps, his back slightly sliding downwards, the back of his head now resting against the door panel itself. he was about to cum; it was obvious. he started whispering your name like a prayer. you felt him twitch in your hand and contract around you. “make a mess like the whore that you are. c’mon baby.” you encouraged him sweetly, his thighs shaking relentlessly around your waist. you were close to your orgasm as well. who wouldn’t be with such a scene in front of them? “nnnhhh— ah- hahh..haah, hhnn—” he cut himself off with a choked mix of a whine and sob, his abdomen tensing as he finally came. you slowed your pace yet kept the depth the same, making it easier for dean to ride out his orgasm. he clenched around your cock time and time again as he heaved, even though he had a hard time inhaling oxygen. he was really out of breath. you came inside dean with no warning and he let out a high-pitched, extremely loud whimper, the feeling of that warm liquid pooling inside him making him very horny again. you glanced up, noticing the foggy windows. you took a moment to catch your breath. “again? really wanna make you moan your lungs out.” you mused nonchalantly, keeping your cock buried inside dean.

dean blinks up at you, his voice hoarse and small as he speaks. “y-yeah.. yeah again. fuck.. make me scream, don’t care. jus’ don’t stop.”

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I NEED MORE

I just read your Tim Bradford x male reader and I love it. Could you possibly write something like that again and Tim being the bottom?

Tim bradford x male!reader

Tim had been working night shifts all week with Miles meaning you hadn't had any quality time together so now that this very long week was over you planned a whole date night out to celebrate.

You got dressed up for a nice dinner but Tim insisted on skipping dessert knowing he had something much better in store waiting for him back home.

You're stumbling through the house, clothes being tossed on the floor along the way. You push Tim to sit down on the bed, kissing from his chest down to his abs as you tug his pants off of him. Massaging the shaft of his hardening cock through his underwear he moans loudly, running his fingers through your hair.

“Turn over,” you command and Tim does so while you get his underwear off so he's completely naked.

When he's settled on his hands and knees you spread his cheeks apart letting your tongue find his hole.

“Fuck,” he grunts as you squeeze his cheeks, going down further to suck on his balls from behind.

He grabs a pillow to put under his arms for support, with you doing this to him he was already growing faint from pleasure. Kissing the back of his thighs you make your way to his hole again, tongue rapidly flicking over it.

“I need more,” he sighs so you stick a finger in your mouth to lather it before teasing him with it.

“Not yet baby,” you chuckle.

“Please Y/N it's been a week,” he huffs.

“So it'll be even more worth the wait when I finally fuck you,” you smile, leaving a gentle kiss to his cheek before pushing your finger inside him, Tim jolting forward.

He's panting heavily as your finger works him, his cock hard and throbbing. You bite down on his ass when you add a second finger, Tim crying out in ecstasy. When you decide he's had enough taunting you pull your fingers out, standing up and taking your pants off, Tim looking over his shoulder to see your cock free and standing tall.

Pulling his hips back into you you rub your cock against his ass and you ask him, “ready for me Tim?”

“Please Y/N, please fuck me,” he begs.

You grin and ease your cock into him, Tim using the pillow to muffle his moans. Wasting no time you finding a steady rhythm, your thighs slapping his with every movement.

“You have the most perfect ass,” you sigh, giving it a smack as you slow your hips to give him a few deep thrusts that make his eyes screw shut.

Hiking his waist higher you pick back up your pace, his orgasm quickly approaching with you fucking him in this new angle. He reaches down and strokes himself, soon cumming all over the bedsheets.

“That didn't take long did it,” you joke, giving him another smack to his ass.

“I told you it's been a week, we haven't gone this long without sex since you moved in last year,” he laughs, “but keep going till you finish.”

You continue your thrusts, Tim giving you praise for how good it feels helping you to your own release. When you're done Tim goes to the bathroom to get cleaned up while you switch out the bed sheets.

Thinking you were done for the night you go to grab a pair of shorts to sleep in but then you hear the shower turn on and Tim call for you, “you're not gonna make me shower alone are you?”

It looked like the night was far from over.

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BOAF

SYPNOSIS: teaching cas how to fuck, and of course, dean is the willing subject to be used!

CHARACTER: male reader x castiel x dean winchester

NOTE: this was originally gonna be another drabble (pt2) but i started writing and noticed how long it got, so full one shot. this is longer, as a thanks to 800 followers!! hell yeah!!

p.s. requests are always open!!

WC: 2.7k

WARNING: dom!reader,, switch!castiel,, sub!dean,, creampie,, unprotected sex,, spit as lube,, learning experience for cas,, double anal penetration,, praise,, pet names,, light shy!dean,,

castiel was watching every single move of yours with wide eyes, blown pupils and parted lips. the way you prepped dean seemed utterly filthy but he didn’t care. dean was whining for the first time in his life, an arm thrown over his eyes to try and keep his face hidden. he was naked on the bed, lying on his back.

once you approached castiel, he stiffened up visibly, trying to seem more composed as he closed his mouth and furrowed his eyebrows a bit. “remember what dean did?” castiel paused. “which part?” he said softly, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “when i told him we have no lube,” you cleared up. “..he..” castiel paused once more, the imagery flashing through his mind again. he’s sinning, he knows he is, but damn it if it doesn’t feel a weird type of good. “you wanna fuck him, right? you don’t wanna hurt him, i assume?” you asked castiel, your lips ghosting over the corner of his mouth. the angel’s breath hitched, almost tilting his head instinctively, ready to deepen the nonexistent kiss. “cas?” you cooed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. castiel blinked dumbly, not even reciprocating the gesture. “uhm, yes. no.” he said breathlessly. “don’t want to.. hurt him.” his eyes flickered to dean, who was now propped up on his elbows, watching the two of you with a pouty face.

you noticed it, too. the look on dean’s face. “okay, he’s getting pouty. open your mouth.” you turned your attention back to castiel, bringing up a hand to his lips. his eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty, but he listened nonetheless. castiel’s lips wrapped around your fingers as you pushed them into his mouth. his tongue, hesitant at first, laved over the digits, trying to mimick what dean had done. he only knew because you made dean do it with his mouth open so castiel could see. his saliva coated your fingers generously. his pretty blue eyes, wide and unsure, never left yours, so full of need that it made your stomach clench. “good boy,” you muttered, sliding your digits free with a soft pop, the wetness of them glistening under the dim light.

you reached down and freed castiel’s cock with your other hand, swiftly, your wet fingers wrapping around his length and giving a few slow pumps, slicking him up. castiel made a soft sound that obviously escaped him involuntarily, his hands getting clammy. eventually, you deemed him slick enough and you guided him to dean. “spread ‘em.” you told him as castiel watched intently. with a small grumble, dean complied, spreading his legs slightly. pushing the angel forward, you made him step between the hunter’s legs. dean shifted, his eyes locking onto castiel’s. “don’t look at me like that..” dean mumbled out, rubbing a hand over his face. “can’t believe i’m actually doing this..” you lined castiel’s cock up against dean’s entrance, feeling the angel shudder at the heat. this was actually a pleasant surprise; castiel’s cock was nice and thick. if only he knew how to use it..

“push in slow,” you instructed, lips brushing against the shell of castiel’s ear. “make him feel every inch of you.” the angel’s hands hesitantly landed just above dean’s hips, his large, gentle hands hot to the touch. “are— are you-” he started, but you cut him off. “c’mon. look at ‘im. he wants you, you can see it in his eyes. you can feel the lust.” you spoke, moving a hand to dean’s knee to push his legs wider apart. dean scrunched his face up, throwing an arm over his eyes once again. castiel obeyed your previous order with a stuttery sigh, inching forward slowly, the head of his cock breaching dean’s rim. he pussied out though, retracting his hips back, before he solemnly spoke up. “dean looks like—”

“cas. he’s not in pain.” you muttered against the side of his neck, subtly urging castiel. he decided to try again, his hands trailing down to dean’s thighs, touch light. dean almost instinctively bucked his hips up, the touch of the angel’s hands truly making him feel ecstatic. he pushed in again, this time to halfway. both of them were breathing heavily. castiel’s face was flushed while the tips of dean’s ears turned red. dean, of course, like the slut that he was, pressed his hips down in order to get castiel all the way in. you tutted disapprovingly at his actions. “don’t do that, sweetheart. let cas take his time.” you warned him, and in return, dean whimpered. the sound had a very obvious effect on castiel as he stilled. hearing dean make those sounds because of him made him twitch inside. “all the way in, cas. all the way in.” you coaxed him, pressing a hand to the angel’s lower back. castiel nodded once as you guided castiel’s hips, pressing forward, watching as his thick cock disappeared into dean’s body, slow and ruthless. inch by inch, his hole stretched obscenely around the angel, swallowing him down until castiel was fully sheathed, balls flush against dean’s ass. “good.” you muttered to castiel, your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing gesture. “stay deep,” you started, your lips ghosting the shell of castiel’s ear, making him shiver slightly; he didn’t know his vessel was ticklish.. “feel how tight he is around you? how he’s clenching? he loves being full like this.” you spoke, castiel’s eyes not once leaving dean’s pretty body. dean mewled, pushing back, clearly greedy.

“fuck him slow at first,” you ordered. “make him beg.”

you stayed close, hand on castiel’s lower back to steady him as the angel pulled back, slow and shaky, before thrusting forward again. dean groaned loudly, pressing a hand over his mouth, every slow roll of castiel’s hips earning little broken sounds out of him. you watched as castiel fucked into dean with steady building confidence — hips snapping just a tad bit harder, faster, small groans leaving the angel’s lips at the sensation. sweat slicked both of their bodies, dean’s cock untouched and leaking precum over his abdomen. “harder, cas. he can take it.” you said, enticing castiel. you moved to stand behind the angel, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. castiel obeyed your order with a small groan, pounding into dean with a quite brutal rhythm that made the bedframe rattle. such a fast learner.

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castiel’s fingers were digging into dean’s thighs, his eyes wide. dean was propped up on his palms, on either side of the angel. dean felt wrecked already; he hasn’t slept with many men, and he never bottomed. now to take two cocks? yours and castiel’s? fuck. “look at cas, dean, he’s the one inside ya,” you taunted, rubbing your hands over his hips. dean was on all fours, castiel’s cock still buried deep inside dean’s hole. you lined yourself up, the anticipation making dean moan. castiel felt his heart flutter weirdly, lips parting at the noises dean keeps emitting. “are you alright?” castiel asked worriedly, moving his head to catch dean’s gaze. you smiled at the question, very very slowly pushing the tip of your cock in. dean gritted his teeth as he scrunched his face up, muttering a small curse word. “relax dean,” you murmured, leaning over him, your chest pressing to his back. “you’re doin’ real good, baby,” slowly and steadily you pushed in, the pressure immense, almost unbearable. dean sought some sort of way to ground himself, to bear the pain, so, he moved his hands to castiel’s shoulders, gripping tight. in a moment of vulnerability, dean pressed his forehead to castiel’s, panting heavily. “f—fuck, fuck fuck fuck..” he breathed out in a broken voice. castiel being castiel, moved both of his hands up and gently cradled dean’s face. ‘how cute.’ you thought.

“shhh..” you soothed dean, running a hand up his spine. “you’re doin’ so good, takin’ us both.” you continued softly. it was slow going, your cock sliding in alongside castiel’s, the stretch obscene. dean let out a whiny, broken sob, legs trembling. when you were finally fully inside dean, pressed so tightly against castiel you could feel his heartbeat through it, you let out a drawn out, low and guttural groan. castiel’s lips ghosted over dean’s, torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to make sure he’s okay. eventually, castiel kissed dean roughly, the latter letting out a muffled moan against his mouth. dean was extremely tight, but it was only logical. to fit two cocks inside him was task enough. “move.. fuck, move.” dean gasped out against the angel’s mouth, rolling his hips albeit the action broken and stuttery. with a sigh, you comply, pulling back slowly, dragging your cock around dean’s tight, gummy walls, then thrust forward again, grinding castiel’s cock deeper into him at the same time. dean moaned out a half choked sound, shaking his head barely against castiel’s forehead. you set a rhythm with castiel, moving almost in sync — when you pulled out, he pushed in, and when you filled dean, castiel pulled back. it was relentless, overwhelming, every single thrust making dean feel like he was going to split apart and god, he loved it. castiel was making desperate, broken sounds too, right in dean’s ear, panting heavily.

dean clutched at castiel’s shoulders desperately, white-knuckled, his body caught between you and castiel — he felt used, stretched, filled so full that he could barely think. his cock dragged against castiel’s stomach with each painful thrust, leaking, twitching helplessly. “sonovabitch..” he sobbed against castiel’s skin. “you’re perfect, so perfect..” you praised, pressing opened mouth kisses against his shoulders, keeping the steady pace, savoring the filthy, obscene tightness of his hole. castiel’s cock kept twitching as he inhaled dean’s scent. he thought dean smelt so good that he moaned. castiel’s hands slid into dean’s hair, grasping lightly, his touch almost reverent. “you’re so beautiful.” he breathed out and dean let out the most pornographic moan he possibly could. he shoved his ass back, greedy for every thrust, for every wave of pleasure and pain that burned through him. dean was stuffed full, his walls stretching wide with every relentless drive of your hips. the heady squelch every time you would pull back was so lewd it turned you on even more.

“more, pretty?” you asked softly, hips grinding cruelly, deeper inside him. dean nodded, the action itself barely interpretable, body trembling violently. castiel’s thrusts were shorter, sharper. dean continued babbling pleas and nonsense, anything to keep both of you inside him. dean’s fingers were kneading castiel’s shoulders, continuously letting out slutty sounds. between the brutal pace and your filthy praise, dean was losing his goddamn mind. he came with a wrecked whimper, cock pulsing against castiel’s abdomen, hot ropes of cum painting the angel’s skin. in response, the one under dean moaned, hips stuttering. dean’s entire body clamped down, squeezing both of your cocks like a vice, and oh, the sensation dragged both you and castiel over the edge instantly. you cursed hoarsely, hips slamming forward as you came deep inside him, castiel doing the same with a loud, guttural whimper. dean shook from the force of his orgasm. he completely collapsed onto castiel, clinging to him.

the both of you slowly pulled out of dean and the hunter whined softly at the loss. cum leaked out of his hole and down his thighs. you rubbed the head of your cock against it, smearing the cum. the moment dean felt it, he grunted, nuzzling his face into castiel’s neck. with a grin on your face you took castiel’s cock, pumping him slowly and he immediately got hard again. castiel looked at you with a small frown, wondering what you were doing. “first lesson done,” you told the angel, sliding his cock back in dean again. “lesson’s two about takin’ it.” you said, settling yourself between castiel’s legs, pushing the tip against castiel’s rim. “not prepped, but,” you trailed off, looking at castiel as he gasped, feeling dean start moving on his own. “think you’ll do just fine..”

pushing your cock all the way in, albeit with slight resistance, castiel shifted, mouth open in another soundless gasp. the way you filled him, the way dean was leisurely riding his cock.. it felt so, so good. “c’mon, dean. you can do better than that.” you cooed, rubbing up and down against the side of dean’s thigh as you kept a steady rhythm, thrusting into castiel. dean sat up, propping himself by his palms, on castiel’s shoulders again. dean’s face was flushed, eyes glossy, sweat making his skin glisten, his hair stuck to his forehead. he had this dazed look on his face that made castiel clench and his cock twitch. “there ya go,” you muttered, pressing a kiss between dean’s shoulder blades. dean rolled his hips down harder this time, drawing a ragged groan out of castiel as he sank fully onto his cock. the stretch, the pressure of you steadily pounding into castiel, and now dean grinding down onto him — it was almost too much. castiel’s hands trembled where they gripped dean’s hips, fingertips digging into sweat-slick skin hard enough to leave bruises. “that’s it, baby,” you praised, your voice low and rough. “show him how much you want it.” dean whined under his breath, thighs trembling with effort. his pace picked up, messy and desperate, rolling and bouncing on castiel’s cock while you kept fucking into the angel with steady, brutal thrusts. each movement shoved castiel deeper into dean, the force jostling them both. castiel let his head fall back against the pillow, mouth open in a helpless moan, his hips jerking up to meet dean’s frantic rhythm. every time you slammed into him from behind, castiel’s cock speared up deeper into dean, making the hunter keen brokenly, tossing his head back. you slowed your thrusts just a little, savoring it — the way dean’s thighs shook with the obscure amount of effort to keep riding the angel, the wrecked little gasps he made every time castiel bottomed out inside him. “you look so pretty like this,” you murmured against dean’s sweaty back, dragging your tongue up to his earlobe. “fucked-out, desperate for it.”

dean whimpered, clenching helplessly around castiel’s cock, which in turn made castiel whine, nails biting into dean’s hips. dean’s body was trembling violently again, the pleasure almost unbearable, the steady rub of castiel’s cock against his sweet spot and your thick, relentless thrusts into castiel making him dizzy. “ca-can’t..” dean gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “gunna— gunna cum—” you wrapped a hand around his throat loosely, tugging him back against your chest, holding him upright as you fucked into Castiel — as castiel, trembling and panting, fucked up into him. “not yet,” you growled against the shell of his ear, tightening your grip just slightly. “not yet, dean.” dean whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut harder, biting his lip against the desperate pressure building in him. castiel whimpered too, overwhelmed, his body tensing underneath dean, his hands glowing just slightly. his grace. “dean—” castiel gasped, voice breaking. the hunter moaned loud, desperate, grinding down even harder, trying to chase it, needing it. you groaned low, feeling your own orgasm rising like a tide, your rhythm getting rougher, more erratic, hips slamming into castiel with a filthy, wet smack. “cum with me, cas,” you panted, nipping dean’s ear. “fill him up again. make him feel how much you want him.”

that was all it took.

castiel groaned loud, thrusting up deep and holding dean down on his cock as he came hard inside him. the heat of it, the twitch and pulse of castiel’s cock inside him, was too much for dean — he shattered apart with a broken sob, cock untouched, spilling across castiel’s chest as he came hard, muscles spasming. you fucked castiel through it, gritting your teeth as dean’s orgasm milked castiel’s cock; and the way castiel’s hole clenched around your cock dragged you under too, spilling deep inside the angel with a harsh groan. dean’s shaky arms gave out and he rested his forehead against castiel’s cheek, his body heaving with each breath he took. castiel laid boneless on the bed, trying to regulate his own breathing. you wrapped an arm around dean, pressing lazy, possessive kisses to his shoulder as your hand slid down to palm his hip.

“tired already?” you asked them both, eyes half lidded with lust. “we’re not finished yet,” you said with a small, breathy chuckle. “we’re just getting started.”

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THIS MAN

the picture for your latest fic is making me think about a quickie with Dean while you’re both wearing suits

tryna get off before meeting with some witness or something, hot and sweaty, frantically sliding fingers under clothes, that kinda thing

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒? -> A drabble about a quickie w/ Dean!

Yes!! I love this idea, so ofc I had to write about it. Though the hot & sweaty part might not be in here as much as I wanted it to be.

The two of you were back at the motel room. Making a quick stop. That ‘quick stop’ was the two of you trying to get off before meeting a witness for a hunt. It was your fault. Dean looked far to damn good in a suit. You’re tired of hiding it. Though you’re pretty sure he already knew by the way you looked at him whenever he had one on, and how you tend to compliment him a lot more.

Sam was dealing with another witness, which was a bit more farther away. So you guys had time.

Not really.

Your hands quickly untucked the shirt he wore and your lips pressed against his neck. Sucking and biting all the way up to his jaw. You shouldn’t be doing this. Well, not giving him hickeys at least. You had people to meet after this! Either Dean didn’t care, or he was to into your hands sliding up ‘n under his shirt, and your lips on his skin. His hands were attempting to roam your body as well. Yet they kept getting overridden by yours.

The two of you had to make this quick, but you might not get done with all that you want to do to him.

Maybe Sam can take another witness.

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OHH…

hey! could you write an m!reader dean fic? literally anything is fine

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader

Summary: Dean being waaay to loud as you fuck him.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

I hope you like it! This takes place in the bunker, but if you’re not up to that season yet it could also take place in a hotel with you and Dean in separate rooms.

Your lips crashed into his. The taste of him still lingering on your tongue from previous activities. Dean’s hands reached out to grab your shoulders. Squeezing harshly when you hit his prostate. When you pulled away he chased after you; a string of spit connecting your lips.

He clenched around your cock, causing a moan to fall from your lips. You pulled out—the tip catching on his rim before shoving yourself back in. A punched out moan filling the room. Sam was up. For sure. Last time you and Dean saw him he was studying lore. You’re sure he’s still doing it. Hopefully not listening to you and Dean at the moment (more so Dean but Dean is Dean and he would yell at you for bringing it up).

Speaking of Dean he pulled you down on top of him. Arms wrapping around you as he whimpered into your ear. One of his hands finding its way to your hair and grabbing. You let out a grunt at the small amount of pain.

“More—“ He cut himself off with a long moan. Shutting his eyes then clenching his jaw to try and suppress any further noises that might come. “Hm?” You hummed against him. Moving a few inches back so that you could plant a few kisses from his shoulder, to his neck, then to his jaw. Dean moved his hips ‘n squirmed to try and get you deeper into him. You took notice of his actions and decided to help him out.

You grabbed his legs and hauled them over your shoulders. Then picked up your rhythm again and plunged your cock deeper into his hole. Watching as his face scrunched and cock twitch. His moans got louder and he seemed to tighten around you more often. “Please!” He let out. Hand tightening on the bed sheets. “What do you need, baby?” You spoke, tone low and gentle. Dean swallowed; his Adam’s apple bobbing from the action. You stopped your hips—hearing a weak groan as you did. His hand went down to his cock, starting to stroke himself slowly. But the thing was he didn’t want to do it himself. He wanted you to do it.

“Touch me..”

“Can’t do it yourself?”

“Just-“

“Alright, alright.”

Your hand reached down. Stopping to wait for him while he moved his hand. Once your hand wrapped around his cock he let out a breath. You pressed a kiss to his lips when you started moving again. A whimper sneaking its way past. It was quiet and you barley heard it.

Once you found the right pace Dean got louder, and louder until you both heard banging on the door. It was Sam.

“Can you guys shut up?” He yelled, loud enough for you both to hear. The both of you like a deer in headlights. Safe to say Dean was much quieter after. With the help of you of course.

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DEAN WINCHESTER

Jerking each other off while making out sounds hot. Deliberately speeding up or slowing down to hear him whine and whimper against your lips.

Pretty boy would be a mess— hips jerking, grip tightening ever so slightly but he's greedy. Always wanting more of what you give him. He presses closer to your side, letting you muffle the moans he makes as long as you keep touching him and taking his breath away.

This with —-» Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel; Jayce Talis, Viktor; Leon Scott Kennedy, Weapon Merchant, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Luis Serra; Matt Murdock(Daredevil), Frank Castle(Punisher), Tony Stark(Iron Man), Loki, Spider-Noir, Eddie Brock/Venom, Bucky Barnes(Winter Soldier); Michael Jon Carter(Booster Gold), Clark Kent(Superman), Bruce Wayne(Batman), Dick Grayson(Nightwing), Jason Todd(Red Hood), Roy Harper(Arsenal), Cole Cash(Grifter), John Constantine(Hellblazer) +more

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Red Team

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AAHHHHHHH

King slayer, wreath layer

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They're insufferable.

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8x11 Spec Fic

I'll BE BACK TO FINISH THIS LATER BUT I HAD A NEED TO PUT IT IN THE WORLD BEFORE THE EPISODE AIRS

Bucktommy fucking in a bathroom stall after running into each other at a bar <3

Buck knows Ravi’s intentions were good. They’re almost certainly a direct result of a group chat conversation Buck wasn’t privy to on how to get Buck to take a break from baking, get out of the house, and stop moping so hard over both men he’s missing.

And in the beginning, it’s fun. Ravi is cool, with plenty of stories to swap from his time at the Academy and with another firehouse. Buck’s pleased to discover that Ravi also had a string of random jobs before becoming a firefighter—they bond over working construction and Buck trades cowboy horror stories for bakery ones.

They’re quite a few tequila shots and a couple of rum and cokes in and Buck is pleasantly floaty when a friend of Ravi’s comes to join them. She’s cute, bubbly, turns out to be the owner of that bakery Ravi worked in. They’ve been friends since middle school.

They knock back a few more shots, and Buck is thoroughly tipsy when he happens to watch the door open.

He blames the alcohol for the gasp that falls out of his mouth as he reaches across the table to smack Ravi’s wrist.

“Ow! Dude, what?” Ravi says, and he must be looking at Buck, but Buck’s still staring at the door. He hears when Ravi follows his eyes though, because he says, “Oh, shit.”

Tommy somehow isn’t noticing them staring at him. Buck can’t tell whether he wants Tommy to notice or whether he wants Tommy to leave without ever seeing them.

Under the amber light of the bar, Tommy looks handsome as ever. There’s a coating of stubble on his face, thick enough to nearly be called a beard, and it does something sinful to Buck’s insides to see that his beard and sideburns are gray.

Ravi’s friend looks between them. “Are you guys good?”

“That’s Buck’s ex,” Ravi says, voice hushed. “Buck? Hey. Uh, you might want to stop staring at him.”

Buck holds up a finger, still staring. There’s one last shot on the table in front of him and he swallows it without touching the lime or the salt, wincing through the burn as he clamors up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

Ravi reaches for him, but Buck swats him away. “No, Buck—“

Tommy’s standing at the end of the bar, leaning on the top with his elbows. The bend shows off the arch of his lower back and the curve of his ass, and Buck’s not sure what his intention is walking over but the way his mouth waters at Tommy’s silhouette is a little suspicious, he has to admit.

Buck stops at the end of the bar next to him and mirrors his stance, elbows on the countertop. He leans in enough to be heard and says, “Hey, uh. Hey.”

Tommy jumps—the place is loud, he probably didn’t notice someone coming up next to him—and his eyes go round with surprise when he turns and spots Buck, but he doesn’t look annoyed or upset, so Buck supposes that’s a win.

“Hey yourself,” Tommy returns. “You just get here?”

Buck shakes his head, jerking a thumb back toward their table. “No, came with Ravi. Whatcha gettin’ to drink?”

Tommy raises an eyebrow. “A beer? Why, you wanna share a drink?”

Buck nods, a little too enthusiastically, neck bouncing like a bobblehead. He has to lean harder onto the countertop when the quick movement makes all the alcohol do a funky little spin in his head.

Tommy tilts his head at him, an amused smile sliding onto his face. “Okay, maybe *I* will have a beer and you’ll have a water. You seem like maybe you’re in the sweet spot of having had enough.”

Buck shrugs. “Ravi’s fun. Had some rum and cokes and some tequila.”

Tommy’s eyes dart down to his mouth, and something darker flickers into his eyes for just a moment, and then it’s gone. “Mmhm. I can tell.”

“Why, because I’m drunk?”

“No,” Tommy says, laughter plain in his voice. He lifts a thumb and swipes something away from Buck’s bottom lip, but lingers longer than necessary, his thumb swiping all the way down and over the jut of Buck’s chin, resting briefly on his jaw for a second before it withdraws. “You had salt in a cluster there.”

Buck’s blushing, he can feel it, and he’s definitely staring slack-jawed at Tommy, but he can’t get his mouth to close. “Oh.”

A beer bottle and a glass of water materialize in front of them and Tommy turns away for a moment to thank the bartender. Buck’s eyes catch on the roman curve of Tommy’s nose, the angle of his jaw. He’s gotten no less Greek-godlike.

There’s also the beard. This close, Buck can see that it’s actually salt-and-pepper. Tommy had stubble a few times through their relationship, but never this thick, and the silver-fox look of the graying beard against his dark hair has Buck captivated.

“I uh, I like the beard,” Buck says, shamelessly watching Tommy’s mouth close around the mouth of his beer bottle.

Tommy takes a few gulps, Buck watching the bob of his throat and the perfect ring of his lips, and then turns to him as he puts his beer down. “Thanks. I’m off for a few weeks, figured I’d give it a shot.”

Now Buck tilts his head. “W-why are you off? Are you okay? Everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Tommy says. The undeniably soft look in his eyes makes Buck squirm. “Scout’s honor. My captain just got sick of me coming in for overtime, forced me to take some vacation before, and I quote, ‘you and one of the birds splatter on the pavement.’ So. Decided I’d take a bunch of days at once and get it over with to get her off my back.”

He scrubs a hand over his jaw, fingers mussing the hair of his beard, and Buck swears he drools in his mouth a little.

“I’m sorry for coming over here if you were just—looking for alone time. Or, or…fuck, you’re not waiting for someone, are you? I’ll leave, I don’t mean to bother you. You probably don’t even want to see me or, or talk to me—“

“Evan.”

It’s quiet, but overwhelmingly fond, and it stops Buck dead in his tracks. He feels like an idiot for staring, but he can’t help it. He’s been wishing for a couple of months to hear his name in Tommy’s mouth again.

“It’s nice to see you,” Tommy says. “And no, I’m not waiting for anyone. There…hasn’t really been anyone recently.”

Buck tries not to read too deeply into that. He really does, but his drunk brain doesn’t take the memo and instead spills out of his mouth in such a way that he immediately tastes shoe leather.

“Is that ‘cause you miss me too much?”

Tommy blinks. His mouth works like he’s trying not to smile, and a beautiful blush coats the tops of his ears—Buck knows from experience it’ll trail over his cheekbones and meet in the middle on his nose before overtaking the rest of his face.

“What do you think?” Tommy finally says. His voice has dipped, picking up the sultry undertone that always shoots molten heat through Buck’s navel. “Do you think I miss you, Evan?”

The whole bar falls away. The buzz of people around them fades, the outskirts of the room taking on the pleasant blur of an oil painting as everything narrows in on him and Tommy.

“I miss you,” Buck admits. They’re leaning in, he realizes, their upper arms flush, Tommy’s head bent toward his. “I’ve been hoping you missed me, but I don’t know. But you’re blushing and looking at me like you did when you used to pick me up and carry me to bed, so either I’m drunker than I thought or you kinda wanna fuck me right now.”

Tommy laughs, barking and loud the way he does when he’s caught off-guard, and the blush has just started to climb over his nose when he cups Buck’s face in his hands and presses their mouths together.

Oh, how Buck has missed this. The rasp of his beard against Buck’s face is new but not unwelcome, and the velveteen plush of his lips settles something in Buck’s chest.

It’s entirely too chaste for what Buck just said; Tommy doesn’t even open his mouth, just kisses Buck slow and sweet with his thumbs brushing softly back and forth over the hinge of Buck’s jaw.

When he pulls away, though, his eyes are dark, pupils already blown. He steps back and takes Buck’s hand, leads them through the crowd of people and into the men’s bathroom without missing a step.

They go straight for the largest stall, and Buck swings the door shut as Tommy’s hands settle on his hips, sweeping down under the curve of his ass and lifting in a practiced movement. Like puzzle pieces, they slot together seamlessly, Buck’s long legs wrapped around Tommy’s waist as Tommy presses his back against the wall.

“This is new,” Buck says, unable to stop grinning and still reeling a little at the fast turn of events. “We’ve never fucked in a bathroom before.”

Tommy smirks at him, all teeth and wolfish, like he wants to devour him. “First time for everything.”

Buck grins, grabs Tommy’s face and crashes their mouths together. His beard is rough under Buck’s fingers. This kiss is frenetic, almost desperate; their teeth scrape together in their sudden frenzy and Tommy presses his tongue into Buck’s mouth insistently.

It’s everything Buck has missed, Tommy’s hands huge and splayed under his thighs, the dominant press of his mouth and the way he moans sweetly when Buck rocks his hips and knocks their groins together.

The wall is cold under Buck’s back, probably sticky, and the bathroom smells like sweat and piss. For as nice as the bar itself is, the light overhead in the bathroom is buzzing loudly and flickering in an annoying strobe.

It is, by all means, unsexy. But it doesn’t matter, not when Buck can drop his hands and pull Tommy’s shirt up so he can get his hands underneath it. He feels like a teenager, his cock already hard and straining. He gets his thumbs onto the pearls of Tommy’s nipples and rolls, delighting in the way that it makes Tommy break the kiss to toss his head back and groan, back arching into Buck’s touch. 

Buck doesn’t have sensitive nipples, but Tommy’s, always standing at attention, are the perfect spot to tease. 

“Evan,” Tommy groans. “Fuck.”

“Damn,” Buck teases. “C’mon, old man, you’re falling apart already?”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, his expression carefully appraising in the way that usually means trouble for Buck. Tommy nips his jaw and then drops Buck to his feet, pushing at his shoulders.

“Just for that, you can suck me off first.”

Buck smiles, wide, the cat that caught the canary as he drops to his knees. He unbuttons Tommy’s jeans and then looks up at him through his eyelashes, keeping eye contact as he gets Tommy’s zipper in his teeth and pulls, slow, slow, barely one notch at a time.

“Evan,” Tommy says, a note of warning in his voice. One hand settles into Buck’s hair, fingers threading through his curls with the threat to pull. “Don’t tease.”

Okay, Buck can play that game. He pulls the zipper down, gets Tommy out of the slit in his briefs, leans in…then bites, hard, on the meat of Tommy’s inner thigh.

Tommy curses above him, yanking at Buck by his hair, but Buck’s still grinning as he’s redirected to Tommy’s cock.

Buck doesn’t consider himself shallow. There are many things he loves about Tommy that have nothing to do with his body or his appearance. 

Tommy’s cock, though, is otherworldly. He’s uncut, average girth, but *long.* Buck can’t wait fr it to bruise the back of his throat.

He’s never been able to resist teasing Tommy, though, so he starts at the head, lapping at his slit with the tip of his tongue just to hear Tommy’s breath stutter and mouthing at it without ever fully taking it in.

“I forgot how much of a tease you are,” Tommy breathes. “Fuck.”