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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 11 months

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so, we’ve seen Sebastian and Claude in pre-heat preparation and we’ve seen Sebastian when he’s in heat, but not Claude, soooo can I pretty please ask for a scenario or headcannons about what Claude in heat is like? With tying in his spider behavior and all?

Oh so I have a few of these! I combined these three since these seemed compatible to mix!

(Also Ty Anons I’m so glad you enjoyed em!

So far starters I don’t think he’d just come up to us like Sebastian, he’s the type to just lock himself in his room and try to jerk off until he’s satisfied. (Which doesn’t end the way he wants since his body is craving you know…a mate. He can ‘finish’ on his own just fine but it’s not as good) he leaves a majority of the work to the other servants and will avoid rooms your in unless, you’re alone.

(I got carried away!! Made it a lil weird while I took a break from kinktober! I hope it’s good!)

Claude (heat cycles, afab reader, demon forms, (demon form Claude has a weird flexible tentacle d!ck), Claude’s big flexible tongue, oviposposit!on, )

You were surprised to have Hannah greet you at the door to your bedroom. You expected it to be Claude, but she quickly informed you that Claude was ‘feeling under the weather’ which…only happens once a year for an entire week. You went on with your day, you were aware of what he goes through (thanks to the Triplets accidentally telling you while venting) and expected him to come to you if he needed ‘extra help’.

You’d slept with him before, there’s no reason for him to be shy when you’ve ridden his face and sucked his dick before, though it’s been three heats since you’ve first contracted him, you figure he knows what he’s doing. With Hannah you ended up ending the day early and you just went to your room, maybe you’ll sleep early tonight.

You heard the door click open without a knock, before you can say anything you distinctly feel eyes on you. Your desk faces away from the door so you don’t know whose watching you so…intently, you stand up ready to turn and confront them, but your instantly pushed against your desk.

You freeze and try to turn but the person doesn’t let you, arms wrap around your waist and your lifted up like you weigh nothing. You cant see the person but as soon as you feel them carrying you to the door, you kick, trying to get them to let go. “Drop me!” You yelled, hoping it was one of the triplets messing with you.

Whoever it is ignores you and you breathe to scream but a hand covers your mouth. “Please, Master, quiet. I’m t-taking you to my room.” It was Claude, his voice sounded strained and he wasn’t letting you turn to see him. “Sorry to grab you like this, just n-need you.”

You were unceremoniously thrown onto a bed and it took you a second to realize you weee in Claude’s room and on his bed…but there were webs all over the floor and walls, it took you a second to realize the silky sheets you were on weren’t in fact blankets, but finely woven webs. You recoiled at the sight and tried to move backwards to get off the bed but Claude sits behind you and blocks your path.

“Claude this is gross, I don’t want to be surrounded by webs while we-“ You didn’t get to finish before he’s pressed against you with a kiss and his tongue shoved itself down your throat. You jerk under him and writhe away enough to breathe before he’s between your legs. Now that you can see him you can see just how disheveled he looks.

His hair is a mess, his tie is loose and he barely has his clothes on right, you cant help but notice he forgot to even put on an undershirt. He’s removing your pants without even asking so you give him a harsh slap, he doesn’t even flinch. “Claude! What the hell? Don’t you know to ask first! You cant just take me from my room and expect sex!”

Claude seemed taken aback by that, though he seemed to realize what he just did as he bows his head. “I-I’m sorry Master. I-I just need you now, I didn’t t-think you’d care-“ He whines out stopping to adjust the visible arousal he’s trying to hide. “It’s too much to handle on my own, even if you just let me use your hand please-“

He whimpers out more things you don’t catch before you sit up and glance around. His room…looks very different even without the webs, his normally neat room is a mess and there’s broken furniture and you cant help but wonder if he broke it in frustration while trying to avoid getting you.

You show him mercy and undress for him, he follows suit instantly and you can see just how bad his heat is getting him. His cock is dripping pre onto the silk as soon as it’s free. “Lay down.” You order, moving aside so he could. You turned away from him and seated yourself onto his face, leaning down so you could grab his cock.

He whines against you and you feel his tongue drag against your entrance before slipping inside of you. He purred feeling your walls constrict around his tongue. The vibrations gave you a surprise jolt of pleasure. You in turn take the head of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking it to coax a more noise from him.

He visibly flinched upon you taking his arousal into your mouth. You adjust yourself to practically ride his tongue, rolling your hips and stroking the rest of his cock with quick uneven strokes. He bucks up, only for you to completely move away from his cock. “Don’t choke me on your dick.”

Claude whines and his toungue retreats as he lifts you enough of his face to talk. “I-I need to be inside you.” You take it into consideration before lowering yourself onto his face again. He whines in protest but allows his tongue to lap at your clit before slipping into you once more.

“Maybe if you help me get off I’ll help you.” You respond. Claude’s tongue drags along your insides, seemingly twisting inside you in search of your sweet spot. You didn’t need to help him, his tongue can reach everything inside of you with ease, he’s just so excited he keeps missing.

You grab his cock, teasingly ghosting over the head and rubbing the base. He bucks forwards, cock trembling in your grip as pre swells at the head. You squeeze the base, grinding down on his face, feeling him hiss in response. His cock suddenly writhes out of your grip, when you look up, you can see a shadowy haze over Claude as his body shifts.

His cock is more tentacle like in this form, twisting and nearly tying itself in a not as it searches for stimulation. You can feel his firm under you, the warmth providing you comfort, after you had him ‘satiated’ you were definitely using him as a pillow (or maybe a blanket) while you rest.

You can feel him using his extra limbs to rub your breast, massage your clit and hold your hips close to his face. He purrs when your hands return to his cock, stroking it in tube with his own movements. He trembles with every few strokes, cock twisting in your grip causing you to tighten said grip.

“Good,like that.” You praise, earning a deep purr in response, his hips bucking forwards. Your thighs nearly snap shut on him when he finally finds your sweet spot. You don’t need to tell him, your moan lets him know instantly and he’s hitting it repeatedly. To reward him you swallow down his cock and before you can suck it, it wraps around your tongue causing you to gag.

You spat it out but Claude still mewled, hips trembling as he tried to stay still. You huff as you feel your own climax reaching you. His cock weeps as your hot breath teased it. You don’t touch him as causes you a blissful orgasm, you’re legs going limp as you collapse ontop of him.

You’re panting, face centimeters away from his raging erection, panting directly onto it.

You do intend to help him with it but you need to catch your breath. You watched in amusement as it seemingly stiffened more with each breath until it was so swollen it couldn’t do anything but twitch. It brushed against your cheek, then Claude practically screamed, completely muffled by your sex.

He cums against your cheek, just short of your mouth as he trembles, body going completely stiff. You get off him, adjusting yo place your weight in his lap, getting his attention. Four pairs of eyes watch you grab his cock, taking it to your entrance and lowering yourself on his still orgasming cock.

He whines, his shaft sensitive as you used his knees to brace yourself before riding him with no care. Claude mewled happily, bucking up a few times before he’s limp under you, cock spilling the last of his mess into you. “T-th-ank you M-My Queen.”

“I’m not fucking done yet, I love it when your dick is like this!” You slam down with each thrust, squeezing his still hard shaft while he recovered. His heat kept him excited, allowing you to use his stiff cock like a dildo while he trembled and recovered from days of aching finally being taken care of.

He was thrilled you let him finish inside of you, he’d let you ride him till he’s unconscious if it meant he could finish inside of you. His swollen shaft ached with every stroke, feeling like it’s going to burst while stimulate him.

You pause open feeling what seemed like his cock expanding inside of you.

You jump off him quickly, startled, when you look down you see your suspicions confirmed. Claude desperately whimpered, cock bobbing as you undoubtedly ruined his second orgasm…

A small, circular swollen spot moved from the base of his cock to the tip, it seeming was stuck, as Claude quickly stroked himself, noticeably squeezing himself from base to tip to force his cum to push whatever it was out.

The entire time he’s sobbing and whining, if you didn’t know any better you’d think you broke something down there…

You finally get to see the object nearly a minute later, it finally emerges fro his swollen cock, popping out with a ‘squelch’ that made you cringe. The way it forced his cock open looked painful, though he continued stroking himself feverishly, bucking into his own hand.

You pick up the object an realize, it’s an egg.

You look up and see another small bump working it’s way up his still hard cock. You examine the egg in your hand, it’s maybe the size of a golf ball, a little pressure made it give, your certain you could crush it easily. You hold it in your hand, watching Claude continue to try to milk the rest of his clutch out, without the cum aiding his shaft, it was difficult, and you noticed, there were a few at the base of his cock.

You decide to experimentally help him, pulling the lotion (or lube you couldn’t really see) from the night stand, pouring it on the engourged head of his cock. You practically squeeze it into his shaft and your hand is suddenly stroking him, his own hands pushed out of the way.

“D-don’t stroke d-down!” He squeaked out, legs shaking as they were pressed together. “I-it hurts, just, stroke up, squeeze, like I-I-it’s..” He paused thinking of an example. “T-tooth paste? T-they are d-durable b-but there’s no room t-to push them d-down.”

“Even in your heat you wish to lecture me?” Nonetheless you do as advices and he melts. He’s purring, cock spitting out three more eggs, you are about to stop but he bucks up. “Wait, there’s more?”

Claude nods. “I c-cant tell how many, I-there was no p-pressure t-they are supposed t-to come f-faster…” You let the eggs pool on his stomach, the white eggs standing out against the black fur.

He’s whimpering and just shy of thrashing you off of him as another couple of eggs started working their way up his aching cock. They come out quite quickly as his cock has recovered enough to build up pre again.

You are left with eight eggs, you notice his cock still hasn’t softened but you put the eggs aside first. “Still got a few left in you?” You tease, getting ontop of him again. He nods, too tired to respond. “Tell me when you are close or I’m forcing every one of these eggs back into your cock.”

He shudders at the thought, cock jumping inside you.

#sub claude faustus #claude faustus #claude x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #heat cycles #mating cycles/in heat #dom reader #demon form #demon forms #ovipositor #ovi kink

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Heirs of Hogwarts | Part 4

Genre(s): Nuisance to Lovers / Fake dating / Fluff / No Voldy au Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader Summary: After finding out your (now ex)boyfriend cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about, you decide to get into a fake relationship with the kid of another founder of Hogwarts. What could go wrong? Warning(s): It's the (badly written) smut chapter (is it obvious that I don't know how kissing works?) / Weee Woo mature smut hour is here!!! / semi-exhibitionistic (office fucking while the door is locked?) / The oral fixation is back / dunno if I missed smth. A/n: The long-awaited final part of the series. And I swear to GOD if the tags don't work I'm going to screeaaAAAMMM [Masterlist] [HoH masterlist]

When Mattheo opens his eyes, a ray of sunshine peaks through the curtains and it falls over your sleeping face. In your sleep, you have tucked yourself closer to his body.

Mattheo can't help himself but smile. He rests his head on his fist while he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. Oh, how peaceful you look — how at ease with him beside you.

At his touch, you scrunch your face and turn away, nuzzling into his chest. You grumble something and he laughs.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

Groaning, you reach for the covers and pull them up to hide yourself from the light. "What time is it?"

Looking over his shoulder towards the small clock on the bedside table. "Half past eight."

Another groan comes from you and you push the covers just down so your face is peaking out with a pout. "Way too damn early..."

At that moment your door gets kicked open and the twins storm in. "Get up! Mom made breakfast and she has given you ten minutes to get dressed.

As Danny drags you out of your bed and into your bathroom, Victor gives Mattheo a stern glare. "You listen to me, Riddle. If you hurt but one hair on our sister's head you're a dead man! Understood?!"

Mattheo nods dazed, not jet have been really woken up before the invasion.

With one last curt nod, Victor turns around and marches out of your room. Not before saying, "If I were you I would get dressed. Mom doesn't like tardiness."

The way one-half of your brothers send you sly looks while the other half glares daggers at Mattheo as the two of you join your family at the breakfast table makes you want to be swallowed up whole by the ground.

"Slept well?", muses Felix as he peels a tangerine and gives his wife the segments.

Pursing your lips, you wait until both your parents aren't looking before flipping him off. He returns the gesture, only to get whacked by his wife — who in turn winks at you.

As Mattheo tilts his head towards you and as he parts his lips to say something, Victor calls out, "Hey! No canoodling at the breakfast table! Felix and Jean were bad enough, we don't need to experience you two being disgusting too."

"Hey!", both you and Felix call out, offended. Felix because he and his wife were called disgusting, and you because of the accusation of canoodling while you were literally doing nothing.

As you and your siblings bicker — because let's be fair, Felix needs to pull Herbert and Danny into the argument — Mattheo looks around the table with a fond smile.

It's nice to see how your family is. Even while you bicker and pester each other, he can see you hold so much love for each and every one of your brothers. And they do for you. And now he can see certain traits that you do that come from your parents or that all the Hufflepuff siblings do.

It's nice. It makes him jealous deep down.

When you notice Mattheo's faraway look on his face, you reach under the table to hold his hand. You give him a squeeze and in return, you get a smile. A genuine one luckily.

The two stay like that until it's finally time to go. After all, you have so much homework to do.

Your mom hugs you with tears in her eyes, having always found it difficult to let her babies go. She also gave Mattheo a tight hug and made him promise to come back another time. Maybe for the summer holiday, he can join you and your family at your vacation home — the idea was protested with grumbles from most of your brothers.

Your father pinches your cheeks before clapping Mattheo on his back and shaking his hand. "It was nice meeting you, Mattheo. Take good care if my daughter, will you?"

"I wouldn't dare otherwise", he smiles while reaching for your hand.

Waving goodbye, the two of you walk back to the portkey. And with a final deep breath, you touch the small cup and get sucked in a portal.

With a slight stumble, the floor changes from grass to the creaking floorboards of Sprout's office. You manage to catch yourself by the desk.

Having let go of your hand, Mattheo takes out his wand while he walks towards the door. He peaks his head out and looks around the corridor. Once he closes the door, he casts a locking and silencing charm upon it.

"What are you doing?", you ask laughing as he slowly turns around.

Mattheo says nothing but strides towards you. Taking your face in his hands, your breath hitches as his thumb rubs circles over your cheeks. Your eyes flicker over his face as you recognise the look in his eyes. It's the same as last night.

"Matt", you whisper, pressing your forehead against his.

He silences a groan by biting his bottom lip, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Tell me now if you don't want this. Tell me and I will stop. But once... I can't stop- won't stop. You fill my every thought, awake or at night."

You trail one hand up his body and place it on his shoulder, moulding your body against his as he presses you against the desk, his own hands simultaneously travelling down your body. He grabs the backs of your thighs and hoists you up the desk.

A surprised yelp escapes your lips and Mattheo seizes the opportunity to crash his lips against yours. His eyes close shut as he laces his fingers into your hair, holding your head in place to deepen the kiss.

You moan as you grind against him. Mattheo's all-consuming, all over. You feel and smell nothing else than him. One of his hands is in your hair while the other travels down your side towards your knee. How he grabs the flesh of your thigh to pull you even closer ─ if that is even possible.

Wrapping your arms around him, you throw your head back as his lips travel from the corner of your mouth towards your neck. He peppers open-mouthed kisses, running his tongue over your skin and sucking softly. You bite your bottom lips so as not to sound too desperate.

While his lips assault your neck, Mattheo's hand has travelled from your knee up your thigh to underneath your skirl and his middle finger toys with the elastic of your underwear.

Your body moves like it has a mind of its own and your legs open further to give him room to slip his hand beneath the fabric.

As he explores and rubs slow circles on your clit, he groans loudly. "Gods", he breathes out, his forehead resting against your shoulder and his eyes trained on the movements of his fingers hidden under the fabric of your panties.

"Matt... please", you beg, squirming at the teasing touch.

As if your plea snaps him out of a daze, he rips his hand away from your core ─ earning a desperate whine from you ─ and he pushes your underwear down your legs, stuffing it in his back pocket.

He pulls your hips to the edge of the table while he drops to his knees. Looking up at you through his lashes, asking your permission to continue.

"Mattheo I swear if you don't soon- OH!" You moan loudly as he licks a stripe up your pussy. Your hands shoot to his curls and you pull on them as he continues his ministrations, pulling moan after moan from you.

His lips wrap around your clit and you swear that you see stars. A finger prods at your entrance, slipping in easily with how wet you are. Soon, a second finger gets added and you can't help yourself. "I could eat you for lunch", he groans.

"Please Mattheo... please!"

With one last kiss, he pulls away and looks up at you, his mouth and chin glistening. "What is it, baby?" He leans his head against your thigh while his thumb rubs lazy circles around your clit.

You groan and whine, writhing under his heavy gaze and stimulation. "I... please- do something. I feel so..."

He pouts, speeding up his fingers. "Do something? Okay." He rips his fingers away and you feel like you could die.

"Not that!", you hiss, glaring at him.

Mattheo chuckles and rises from his kneeled position. "You're oh so cute when frustrated, love." He grabs your cheeks with one hand and pushes his soaked fingers into your mouth.

The taste of your own arousal dances on your tongue and you moan, closing your eyes and sucking on his digits. Mattheo can't help but watch you with fascination as you hold his gaze.

You grab his wrist and pull his fingers away with one last kiss. "Fuck me, Mattheo Riddle. Fuck me so good that I forget that our relationship used to be fake." You use his own words, which earns you a growl.

Mattheo grabs your hips and turns you around so that your ass is up in the air and your chest laying on the desk. He pushes the hem of your skirt up so you're fully exposed. A groan escapes him while Mattheo grabs two hands full of your asscheeks and pulls them to the side.

One hand leaves your skin and you hear the metallic sound of a belt buckle before a zipper. You look over your shoulder and see that he has pushed his pants just down enough to free himself. He strokes his length a couple of times before lining up with your entrance.

With one fluid trust, he's fully inside you. You grip the edge of the desk and a loud moan rolls from your lips. You're so full. So filled to the brim.

Mattheo swears he's in heaven. Your pussy is pure ecstasy. "So... tight", he says with a clenched jaw, trying his best not to immediately spill inside of you.

Rolling your hips against his, you look over your shoulder with your bottom lip between your teeth. Mattheo has his eyes closed and his head thrown back. The grip on your hip is bordering on bruising but it feels so good.

You can't help the moans coming out of your mouth when he bottoms out before pulling out of you completely and plunging back in. It shocks your entire body and Sprout's desk he has you folded over.

A hand travels down and you roll lazy circles over your clit for extra stimulation, his own hand engulfs yours and moves in sync with you.

It makes your body buzz and you feel the end coming closer and closer. Squirming underneath him, stars flood your vision and soon you feel yourself teetering over the edge.

Mattheo, feeling your pussy convulse around him, pulls you up and presses you against his chest. He captures your lips in a fiery kiss and helps you ride out your orgasm.

"Shit", he curses under his breath, the squelching sound of your cum sending shivers down his spine. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it."

"Cum in me", you moan, arching your back.

You don't have to say that a second time because Mattheo swears he's in heaven and cums almost immediately with a loud grunt, his head thrown back. You moan with him and he holds the both of you still.

The two of you stay like that until he has gone soft and you are starting to cramp. As he pulls out, you feel a dollop of his cum run down your leg. Mattheo drops to his knees and licks it up.

"No", you squirm, feeling so overstimulated that even the thought of his tongue touching you makes your pussy twitch.

He helps you up on the desk and cleans you up with a towel he conjured. "How are you feeling?"

"Good", you smile, "Tired. Spend."

Mattheo returns your smile as he pulls you closer for a kiss. Once he has enough, he presses his forehead against yours. "Come to my game tomorrow."

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And do what? Watch my house beat yours?", you tease.

"You could sit there all prettily in my jersey while watching me beat up your ex."

A laugh escapes you. "That way to original deal wasn't it? You distract my parents while I distract Malcolm. All so Slytherin can win the house cup."

Mattheo smirks. "You know it, baby." He takes your face and traces your lips with his thumb.

"And after that?" You lean into his touch.

"After that, I am going to fuck you silly in the locker room showers and make you moan my name so loud everybody knows you're mine."

And he did just that. With his knuckles still bloody from punching Malcolm in the face — nearly earning a suspension when he almost didn't stop — he holds your hands in a tight grip as he ploughs roughly into your cunt as the water from the shower makes his sweater cling to your skin.

And you bet the school did know your two definitely were an item after that.

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4ngels0uls · 1 month

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just shut the fuck up already! - C.B

don’t like? don’t read.

based off this

summary: carrington and y/n have sex so loud that it interrupts jake and johnnie’s video.

paring: fem!reader + boyfriend!carrington.

warnings: SMUT, use of y/n, “handcuffs”, little pet names (pretty girl, etc?), little bit of yelling, teasing, and strong language, etc.

A/N: (i know carrington is not like this. he kinda is tho?) god i love but hate writing. it’s a love/hate relationship 😣. also thank you to @miss-september

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1st person pov

“okay bye guys, we’re going to film!” jake yells as he walks out the door with johnnie. i look at carrington as i’m on his bed and he’s doing his 24 hour stream. “HELLO AT THE MALL!” carrington yells as he plays with a toy, stretching it. i look at him and the whole thing snaps on him. my jaw drops as i try not to laugh. carrington looks over at me and scoffs, with his mouth wide open.q till everybody asks who he’s looking at, since they don’t know he has a girlfriend. he smirks. “c’mere y/n” he says as he’s covered with the sand that exploded on him from the toy.

i walk over till i’m on frame and the whole chat starts speeding up. i go behind carrington and cover his mouth, at first he’s shocked, but then now he’s calm and holding his hand on my hand. i slowly let go. “jake webber control the weather.” he says quietly and i chuckle a little and he smiles at me through the screen.

i catch him staring at me and we both lock eyes together as we stare into the screen in our faces. i go back to the chat and read it as everyone realizes how we were locking our eyes. i leave the room to the kitchen and carrington follows. “i saw you… the way you looked at me.” he mumbles. i smirk and look at him. “and i saw the way you stared at me.” i say the same thing back. “you caught me.” he smirks and kisses me, holding my waist.

i wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him in the same pace. i pull away. “okay okay i’m going to your room.” i say while smiling. “okay, i’ll just grab a drink.” he says. i go back to his room and slouch on his chair. “sup bitches.” i say as a joke and i smile at the screen as i watch the comments fly by. carrington sneaks up behind me and covers my mouth like how i covered his. my eyes widen and i look into the screen and see it’s carrington.

he chuckles and let’s me go as he sets the cup down, on the desk. “hey you know when jake and johnnie come back?” i ask carrington. “a couple hours.. i think they’re making a video then coming to review when they come back.” he answers. “ohhhh yeah okay.” i smile and read the chat.

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“okay guys we’ll be right back.” he says to the screen in front of him. we walk out the room and as i walk he immediately pins me to the wall and kisses me, holding his hand against my neck. he pulls away and smiles softly and walks away to the kitchen again and i wink at him as he walks away and i head back to his room.

i sit in his chair again and spin “weee” i smile as i spin faster. carrington comes in. “hey guys i’m not feeling well tonight. i’m ending the stream.. hopefully i can stream tomorrow. peace.” he smiles and ends the stream. he kisses me immediately and lifts me up on his desk, pushing the cup off the desk making the plastic fall and spill the drink. carrington doesn’t give two shits about some juice that fell.

he picks me up and sets me on his bed. undoing the string on my sweatpants. i smile at him fidgeting with the string. eventually he undoes it and pulls my pants down, my black lacy thong getting revealed to his pure blue eyes. he smiles at the way they look, trying not to rip them off, knowingly their new. he gives me puppy eyes, asking if he can just rip them off. “yeah no, i just got these carrington.” i say. he gives a little frown and slides them off my hips down to my feet.

he smiles immediately when he sees my glistening pussy. he glides his fingers through my wet slits, i let a soft pathetic moan out and he kisses my neck immediately and leaves a trail of hickeys.

he slowly inserts his two fingers into my core, making me gasp. he chuckles at my gasp and getting his thumb to massage my clit slowly. i moan a bit as he fingers me. eventually he decides to curl his fingers, hitting the right spot. i moan loudly at his actions and he smiles. he fastens his pace, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of me. i moan loudly as he continues to do this. he smirks up at my face as i squeeze my eyes shut. “f-fuck carrington!” i moan.

i arch my back pretty far till he begins to pump his fingers faster than before. i instantly latch my hands to the sheets, pulling them. “ohh fuckk!” i practically scream as i cum on his fingers. he slowly pulls his fingers out and smiles at me, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. i smirk at his actions.

i buck my hips against him and whine. “holy shit your needy.” he says in a kinda harsh tone. i roll my eyes a bit. “don’t fucking roll your eyes or i won’t give you shit.” he threatens. “sorry.” i say quietly. “exactly.” he smirks as his talks. he stands up and undresses in front of me, i watch him move as he takes his shirt off, then his pants, then his underwear. he climbs back on top of me and hovers over me.

he flips me over. “ass up, arch your back.” he says with dominance. i do what he orders. he hits a hard slap on my ass. i wince quietly as i feel the sting. he smiles softly and begins to tease, rubbing his tip up and down my slits. “p-please don’t tease.” i whine when he slaps another harsh sting to my ass. “i squeeze my eyes shut at the pain. i breathe in and out slowly as the stinging slowly rushes away.

he finally stops to tease and pushes his long cock into my core, my pussy completely swallowing his cock. he groans at the sight, he watch as his cock goes into my pussy. he smiles. “your so pretty.” he fastens his pace. i begin to moan softly. “mm such pretty noises.” he smiles as he watch’s my body move with his thrusts. he begins to fuck me faster. i moan as i feel him move faster. he starts to also pound into me, going completely harder than before.

i moan even louder. as we hear the front door open it follows up with a familiar voice “oh honeys i’m home!” jake yells. carrington smirks and begins to fuck me harder, like he wants them to hear us fucking. i moan louder than before. “yeah tell them how good i’m fucking you.” he says as his tone is low. he wraps his hand around my neck, not harshly but not softly. he grabs his belt off the ground and pulls my arms behind me and locks them. my face against the pillow. he grabs my hips and fucks me faster.

“ohh fuck fuck !” i moan loudly. they can definitely hear us. i begin to clench around carringtons dick, making him groan. he fucks me a bit harder, eventually hitting that one spot, my g-spot. “oh fuck!” i practically scream. he chuckles. “come on, cum for me” he smirks. i finally release, my orgasm crashing over me, almost making me see stars. “mmm fuck!” i scream as i feel his cum on my back.

he smiles and flips grabs a rag and wipes my back, then undoes my hands, and now flipping me over. i grunt as i hit the bed. he smirks. “oh please dont please do-“ he smashes into my pussy like nothing. “oh fuck!” i scream again. squeezing my eyes shut. he smiles at the sight. he leans down and kisses my neck while he’s fucking me at a ruthless pace. “mm fuck!” i moan. “such a pretty girl.” he hums against my neck.

i bite my lip. “come on pretty girl, let them hear how good i make you feel.” he smiles. he pulls back, the hickeys on my neck starting to form. he fucks me faster, as he watches my pussy swallow his dick once again. “mmm fuck!” i moan loudly. “just shut the fuck up already!” johnnie yells as their trying to film their video.

carrington smirks and is determined to make me louder, he fucks me harder, once again. “carrington!” i scream as start to become sensitive. “mhm scream my name like that, pretty.” he smiles and groans. “mmm fuck!” he moans and throws his head back, cumming inside my tight hole. i moan as i feel him cum inside me. i begin to feel the knot in my stomach snap completely.

he smiles, feeling accomplished that he made me cum. he flops beside me and smiles. “i love you.” carrington smiles. “i love you too.” i smile back as i look over at him.

“oh finally.. THEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!” johnnie yells from the next room, making me and carrington laugh out of embarrassment…

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a/n

THANK YOU AGAIN TO - @miss-september for the request.

i finished it😆

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter seven | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter seven yayyyyy!!

word count: 5746 words

warnings: smut!! mdni!!!! drunkish p-in-v sex (it was very much consensual from both parties), oral (female receiving), daddy kink (if it makes you uncomfy i’d suggest swiping off lol), fluff, pillow talk, blah blah blah.

•August 13th, 2009

It was the day before the wedding, Jo sat at the edge of the sofa, dressed in a tight black dress, as Y/N applied some finishing touches of makeup to her face. Y/N had dressed in a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her body. "You look hot," Y/N said, applying some lip gloss to Jo's lips. "Sam won't be able to keep his hands off you later."

Jo sat on the edge of the sofa, dressed in a tight, body-con black dress. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her toned figure and luscious curves. Her face glowed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N stood in front of her, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. A form-fitted red dress clung to her figure, the color complimenting her complexion and showing off her body and legs. The ruffles on her dress mimicked the feathers of a peacock.

"And hopefully neither will Dean." Jo retorted, a sly smile on her face. Y/N rolled her eyes, not wanting to admit that she had also been thinking the same thing. “Shut up before I smudge your lipstick” Y/N shot back.

Jo chuckled, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. No more comments about Dean." Y/N sighed, finishing up on the makeup and stepping back to admire her work. "You're all set, chick. You look gorgeous."

"Thanks, babes". Jo stood up and stretched, giving herself a cursory look in the mirror. She was clearly satisfied with the result, a wide smile on her face. "Okay, so we're all meeting up at the end of the night at that club you picked out with the huge dance floor, right?"

“You know it” Y/N grinned widely, “The boys are going for dinner and then dropping Billy off back at the hotel while weee get our party on”

"Sounds like a plan," Jo said, slinging an arm around Y/N's shoulder. "And just so you know, you're the best maid of honor ever for planning this party." Y/N couldn't help but laugh along with her friend, enjoying the lighthearted moment. She glanced down at her phone and noticed the time. "We should probably get going so we're not late for the start of your bachelorette party."

The bachelorette party was in full swing, and the club was packed with beautiful people having a good time. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the energy was high.

Y/N and Jo were at a table in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by their girl friends who were having a great time. Y/N herself had a few cocktails in her system, and she was feeling loose and carefree.

Jo and Y/N were bumping and grinding on each other when Jo felt her phone vibrate in her clutch. Y/N saw Jo's phone vibrate, and they both knew it could only mean one thing: it was Sam.

Y/N smirked knowingly and yelled over the music, "Is my future brother-in-law texting you to remind you to behave?" Jo rolled her eyes as a smile tugged at her lips. She took her phone out and read the text, her face lighting up with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"Yeah, he's just telling me that they're on their way over here." Y/N chuckled, knowing exactly what Jo was thinking. "Ooh, he's impatient, isn't he?" Jo nodded, still beaming at her phone as she typed out a response. "Yeah, and he's probably going crazy out there not knowing where I am, or what I'm doing."

Y/N giggled, knowing all too well how Sam could get. "Don't worry, he'll find you soon enough."

She took a sip of her drink and scanned the dance floor, her eyes falling on a group of guys staring at them. She pointed them out to Jo, a sly grin on her face. "Looks like we've attracted some admirers."

Jo glanced over in the direction Y/N was looking, and sure enough, there was a group of guys sizing them up from a few feet away. She chuckled, her eyes flicking back to Y/N. "Well, they can look all they want. We're here to party, not pick up guys."

“Agreed babes, now let’s give them a show” Y/N smirked, pressing her body to Jo’s. Jo laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're always up for a show, Y/N."

She pressed her body back against Y/N's, and they began to grind against each other to the music, putting on a provocative display for the guys watching them. The guys watched the two friends intently, their eyes wide with admiration. A few of them even whistled and clapped, clearly enjoying the show. Y/N and Jo played it up, laughing and swaying their hips to the beat.

Y/N was feeling the music and the alcohol running through her veins. She threw her head back and let loose, moving her body in rhythm with the bass, her dress flaring out around her as she gyrated against Jo.

Dean walked into the club with Sam, his eyes scanning the crowded dance floor. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a fitted white button-up, looking sharp with his hair styled.

Sam, on the other hand, was still sporting his casual look, a pair of chinos and a black polo. He seemed more focused on finding Jo than anything else.

The two men were tipsy themselves, having a few drinks at the restaurant before taking Billy back to the hotel. Sam's eyes roamed over the sea of faces, still searching for his soon-to-be wife. When he saw her grinding her body against Y/N, an amused (and a little jealous) look crossed his face.

But Sam understood her and Y/N’s bond, it was their way of letting loose. "Looks like Jo's having a good time," Dean quipped as he glanced over towards the two women, a sly smile on his lips. "That she is." Sam chuckled, his eyes glued to Jo.

“She seems to be enjoying herself." Dean chuckled as well, watching the two women move together seamlessly. "Yeah, Y/N is egging her on and having a good time too." His eyes roamed Y/N’s body, her red dress hugging her form in all the right places.

As they approached, Y/N and Jo seemed oblivious to their surroundings, lost in the music and the fun they were having. A few guys nearby were still gawking at them, trying to work up the courage to approach.

Seeing this, Sam felt a twinge of possessiveness. He stepped up behind Jo and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. "Hey angel." He murmured in her ear.

Jo's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned around to see Sam standing behind her. She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey cowboy. Miss me already?" Sam chuckled, feeling relieved now that he had his girl in his arms. "I always miss you, darlin'"

He leaned down and planted a kiss on her neck, his grip tightening around her waist. Y/N grinned widely as she took in the soon to be married couple. Pulling out her little camera from her clutch to capture the moment.

Sam and Jo didn't even notice Y/N's camera, too wrapped up in each other. Sam continued to nuzzle Jo's neck, his hand trailing up and down her bare arm. "You're so damn beautiful" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Just as Y/N took the picture, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Instinctively, she swung around, attempting to punch the person.

"Hey, hey! Relax, it's me!" Dean exclaimed as he tried to defend himself against Y/N's unexpected attack. He tried to dodge her swing, but her left hook still grazed his jaw.

Y/N quickly realized that it was just Dean, and immediately froze. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn’t see that it was you." Dean winced slightly, rubbing his jaw. "Damn, Bruce Lee. You have quite the swing there." But he quickly recovered and gave her a charming smile. “No harm done, princess.”

“So it’s princess now? What happened to doll?” Y/N raised a brow, wrapping her arms around his neck. Dean reluctantly rested his hands her hips, his thumbs tracing circles over her hips. “What happened to you being mad at me?” He quipped.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands on her hips, but she tried her best to ignore it, instead trying to maintain her nonchalant demeanor. “I never said I was mad at you,” she retorted.

She leaned in slightly, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes. “I just wanted some space” Dean's grip on her hips tightened involuntarily as she looked up at him. He tried to resist her, but it was getting harder and harder.

“You’re not doing a very good job of creating space right now, doll.” His voice dropped an octave, his eyes darkening slightly. Y/N felt her resolve crumble as he spoke, the familiar nickname sending a jolt through her. She licked her lips, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Maybe I don’t want space right now.” She admitted quietly, her breath hitching slightly. Dean shook his head, reminding himself that the only reason she’s acting like this is because she’s drunk. “Let’s get you back to the hotel” He said firmly, nudging Sam.

Sam was so lost in Jo, he didn’t even hear Dean at first. Jo was giggling and holding onto him, clearly drunk and having the time of her life. Dean rolled his eyes. "Hey love birds! Let's get going!" Sam looked up at the sound of his voice, a little dazed. "Huh? What?"

“This one is ready to pass out” He pointed to Y/N who was swaying on her feet. Sam chuckled, finally registering the situation. "Yeah, looks like it."

He gently tried to disentangle himself from Jo, who whined and clung onto him desperately. "But I wanna keep partying!" She protested. “We’ve got all week to party, angel. But we gotta get up early tomorrow. Let’s go” Sam insisted, both men tugging their girls out of the club.

Jo and Y/N complained and protested the whole way out, wanting to stay out and party more. But Sam and Dean were firm in getting them back to the hotel, both of them knowing that it was the best thing to do.

By the time they got to the hotel, Jo was almost completely passed out, leaning heavily on Sam as he tried to support her weight. Sam took Jo up to their room while Dean was hauling a drunk Y/N by her waist to theirs.

It was a struggle to get Y/N to their room. She was stumbling and giggling, practically hanging off of Dean as he tried to keep her upright.

Every time he tried to steer her in the right direction, she’d get distracted by something shiny or a random thought in her mind, and suddenly start moving in a different direction. Dean grumbled, feeling a mixture of amusement and frustration. “Come on, Y/N, work with me here. I want to get you into bed.”

“Now that, I don’t mind” She said in a lustful tone, pulling Dean by his belt as he attempted to open their door. The huskiness in her voice coupled with the feeling of her pulling at his belt sent a jolt through Dean. He suppressed a groan.

"Down, girl," he grumbled, trying to focus on opening the door and not on how close she was pressed up against him. Once they got inside, Dean tried to guide her to the bed, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him like a koala.

"Nope. Not letting go." She mumbled against his neck, her breath hot against his skin. She was sobering up by the minute as Dean cleaned off her face with makeup, peeling off her heels one by one.

Dean worked in silence, carefully removing her heels and cleaning off her makeup. The close proximity was getting to him, the feeling of her skin under his fingertips making him tense up.

He tried to focus on the task at hand, reminding himself that she was drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember any of this in the morning.

Meanwhile all Y/N wanted to do was jump his bones and tell him how much she loved about. About how she didn’t blame him for Naomi leaking that picture of them and all she wanted was him back, but the embarrassment of the situation and her pride was getting the better of her.

Dean was struggling with his own emotions as well. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, and tell her how much he'd missed her the last couple days. It felt like an eternity.

But he knew that she was drunk and probably not thinking straight. It wouldn't be fair to her to take advantage of her in this state. So he tried to push those thoughts away and focus on taking care of her.

“Let’s get you into something more comfortable”

“I gotta pee” She murmured, pushing herself off the bed to saunter over to the bathroom. Still in her little red dress. Dean watched her saunter to the bathroom, his eyes glued to the inch of her body. He had to physically resist himself from reaching out and grabbing her.

He ran a hand through his hair, groaning in frustration. This is torture. He thought to himself.

Y/N shut the bathroom door behind her. The small room suddenly felt cramped and stifling. She leaned against the counter, trying to catch her breath. The alcohol in her system was making it hard to think straight, her thoughts hazy and disjointed.

She splashed some water on her face, trying to clear her head. But all she could think about was how close she had been to Dean, how good his body felt pressed against hers.

She wanted him so damn bad and she knew he wanted her. But Dean being the gentleman he is would shove her off and say ‘You’re drunk, doll’.

That thought only frustrated her more. She knew Dean was right, that he would never take advantage of her in this state.. But it didn’t make her want him any less.

Dean’s voice filtered through the door, sounding slightly strained. “You okay in there?” Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Dean’s voice. She took a deep breath and splashed more water on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine” She called back, trying to sound casual. But her voice was strained and breathless, betraying her true feelings. “It’s open” She added.

There was a moment of hesitation outside the door, and for a heartbeat, Y/N thought Dean wouldn't come in. But then the door creaked open, and he stepped inside.

Dean's eyes scanned over her body, his jaw clenched tight. He looked like he was struggling to control himself. Y/N on the other hand, was near sober, a deep sigh leaving her mouth. “I missed you these past few days” She whispered.

Those words hit Dean like a punch to the gut. He took a shaky breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I missed you too." He said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. "But, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."

“I knew you were gonna say that” She scoffed, shaking her head. Dean gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to just grab her and kiss her senseless. "And you know why I'm saying it. You're not thinking straight. You're impaired. I'm not going to take advantage of you like that."

“Firstly, I’m mostly sobered up. And secondly, do you think I have to be drunk to tell you that I miss you?” She said in disbelief. Dean flinched at the hurt in her voice. "No, of course not. I just…" He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

Y/N didn’t let him finish, she gripped her man by his face, connecting their lips. Dean let out a low groan as Y/N pulled him in, all of his good intentions evaporating in an instant.

He slid his arms around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was heated and urgent, days of pent up frustration and longing pouring into it.

They stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall with a grunt. Dean’s hands roamed down her sides, sliding under the hem of her dress and gripping her bare thighs, causing Y/N to moan into his mouth.

Y/N’s lips trailed down his jaw, “Tell me…you want me….to stop, and I’ll stop…right now…” She demanded between sloppy kisses on his neck. Dean shuddered under her kisses, his breathing ragged as he tried to keep his wits about him.

But the feel of her lips on his skin, her body pressed up against his… it was making it damn near impossible to think straight. “You know I don’t want you to stop…” he gritted out, his hands tightening on her thighs.

“Good boy” She cooed, grinning against his neck as she fumbled with his belt buckle. Her fingers danced along his belt, unfastening it before slipping lower to undo his pants. Dean hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. His own hands moved to cup her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

With a growl, Dean lifted Y/N up by her thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He walked them to the sink, settling her on it. His hands slipped under her dress, finding the soft flesh of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze again.

"Fuck..." Y/N gasped as Dean's strong hands grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She could feel how hard he was already, pressing insistently against her core. She whimpered, grinding herself against him shamelessly.

Dean captured her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. One hand tangled in her hair, tugging lightly, while the other continued its exploration of her body.

His free hand went to her breasts, palming them through the fabric of her dress. Dean broke the kiss long enough to pull away just enough to yank her dress up over her head, revealing her bra and panties underneath. "God, you’re beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of her lacy bra.

Y/N fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before giving up, yanking it by both side. Practically ripping it open, the clattering of the buttons on the bathroom floor sounding through their ears as she attached her mouth to his shoulder.

Dean’s eyes widened at her sexual aggression, amused and intrigued. With a deep chuckle, Dean shrugged off his ruined shirt, tossing it aside. He leaned back down, nipping at Y/N's exposed collarbone, his hands reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. As soon as it fell away, he wasted no time, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.

Her head fell back against the mirror, a loud moan escaping her throat as Dean sucked on her nipple. She reached for his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang free, standing tall and proud.

His eyes darkened even more as he watched her hands on his pants, feeling a rush of pride at her obvious desire for him. He released her nipple with a pop, trailing hot kisses down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her panties.

With a swift tug, he pulled them down her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, look at you," he muttered appreciatively. Y/N spread her legs wider, inviting Dean to explore further, revealing her slick folds to his eager gaze. Her clit was swollen and peeking out, begging for attention.

Without hesitation, Dean lowered his head, his tongue darting out to lick at her clit. The taste of her sent a jolt of arousal straight to his groin, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He hummed against her sensitive bud, sending vibrations through her entire body.

Her hips jerked, grinding herself against his mouth as he lavished attention on her clit. A moan tore from her throat, echoing loudly in the small room. "Oh fuck, Dean!" Encouraged by her reaction, Dean began to lap at her clit in earnest, his tongue flicking rapidly across the sensitive nub.

One hand snaked up to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers while he continued to eat her out. Her back arched, a sharp cry escaping her lips as pleasure surged through her. "Just like that, just like that!" She panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close to her dripping sex.

The praise spurred Dean on, his tongue delving deeper into her folds, tasting every inch of her. He licked and sucked at her clit relentlessly, determined to make her cum undone on his tongue. “Mmmm, such a good boy. Eating me out so well” Y/N praised, grinding herself into his mouth shamelessly.

Dean's face flushed with pride at her words, his cock throbbing painfully as he focused all his attention on bringing Y/N to climax. He alternated between licking and sucking her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance, dipping inside just barely.

The combination of sensations proved too much for Y/N, her body tensing and then shaking violently as an intense orgasm ripped through her. "FUCK! DEAN!" She screamed, her grip on his hair almost painful as she rode out her pleasure.

Her body convulsed, her juices flowing freely as her orgasm crashed over her. She panted heavily, trying to regain control of her senses. “I need you” She growled, pulling him up to connect their mouths again.

With a groan, Dean let go of Y/N's nipple, tearing his mouth away from her pussy with great reluctance. He stood up, quickly divesting himself of his pants and boxer briefs before moving back in on her.

He guided his cock to her entrance, notching himself there without entering her yet. "You're sure? Bec-." she cut him off. “Smith, if you don’t shut up and fuck me senseless right now. I’ll just go get my purple vibrator in my carry on” Y/N spat.

A smirk played on Dean's lips as he looked down at Y/N. "You really think your little toy can compare to this?" He teased, sinking into her slowly, stretching her deliciously tight walls around him.

She threw her head back, a gasp tearing from her throat. "Maybe, but it would be easier to clean up after" Y/N shot back breathlessly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

Dean chuckled, a low rumble in his chest as he started to move within her, setting a slow, deep rhythm. "Easier to clean up, huh? Well, let's see about that."

With that, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. A smug smile spread across his face as her head went tumbling back with a loud gasp. Leaning down, he claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing her moans as he took her with increasing urgency.

"Ahhhhh fuckkkk!!" Y/N cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy as Dean pounded into her mercilessly. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake. "Harder daddy, fuck me harder!"

The term “daddy” was never one Dean was used to or generally needed to hear. But coming from her, god he wants to hear it rolling off her tongue forever.

She clenched her pussy around his thick cock, relishing the delicious stretch of being filled so completely. Dean groaned at the intensity of her grip, his hips snapping forward even harder in response to her pleas.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," he whined, sweat beading on his brow as he lost himself in the primal rhythm of their coupling.

One hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as he drove into her, while the other slid up her body to cup her breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly. “I love you so fucking much” His voice went up an octave as he buried his face in her neck.

"I love you too, now shut up and fuck me like you mean it!" Y/N demanded, slamming her hips forward to meet each powerful thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, mingling with their moans and grunts of pleasure.

Her inner walls fluttered around his pistoning length, drawing him in deeper as she felt another climax building within her. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop"

"Shit baby, you feel so good. Pussy so fucking wet for me," Dean grunted, his hips snapping forward in rapid succession. He gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he drove into her harder, hitting that special spot deep inside her that made her scream.

"Yes, yes, FUCK YES! Just like that Daddy!" Y/N wailed, her voice raw with passion. She met his thrusts eagerly, matching him stroke for stroke. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a symphony of moans, gasps, and the lewd squelch of her dripping pussy being pounded relentlessly.

Suddenly, Dean retracted, yanking her off the counter before spinning her on her feet to face the mirror. Their eyes connected in a sinful, lustful yet love filled gaze.

Dean grabbed Y/N's hips, positioning her so her ass was pressed against his still-hard cock. With a swift motion, he plunged back into her, the force of his thrusts causing her to stumble forward slightly. He held her steady, one hand gripping her hip tightly while the other snaked around to rub her clit in firm circles.

"Fucking gorgeous," he rasped, his voice heavy with desire as he watched their reflection. "Look at us, so dirty and depraved, just the way I like it." Dean continued to pound into her relentlessly, chasing his own release as he brought Y/N closer and closer to the edge once more.

“This what you wanted? You wanted me to sink my cock into you? You wanted me to bend you over this sink and fuck you senseless, huh?”

Y/N leaned forward, bracing herself against the sink, her breasts swaying with each hard thrust. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as Dean's relentless pounding and sinful words pushed her towards another mind-shattering orgasm. "Yes, yes, don’t stop daddy, please don’t stop”

Encouraged by her pleas, Dean reached under Y/N, his fingers finding her clit once more. He rubbed it in fast circles, his thumb pressing down firmly on the sensitive nub as he kept up his punishing pace.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Tell me you're going to cum all over my cock." His voice was husky, rough with lust as he demanded her submission.

"Yes, oh god yes! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum on your cock!" Y/N cried out, her body trembling as the pressure built to an unbearable level. Her inner walls clamped down around Dean's pistoning length, slick with her arousal as he fucked her through her impending climax.

"I want you to fill me up, please Daddy!!" She begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about anything except the feeling of his hot seed flooding her depths.

With a guttural groan, Dean lost control, his cock twitching inside Y/N as he exploded. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip, filling her to the brink. "Fuck, Y/N!" He gasped, riding out his orgasm as he pounded into her one last time.

His hands steadied her, keeping her upright as he came, painting her insides with each pulse of his dick. As Dean's hot cum filled her, Y/N's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her whole body shook, her pussy spasming around his pulsating cock as she screamed his name. Her juices mixed with his seed, coating both of them in a slick layer of satisfaction.

"Dean! Oh God, yes!" Y/N wailed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls. Her knees buckled slightly, but Dean's strong arms held her up, his cock still buried deep inside her.

Y/N was now sprawled out on the hotel bed, her hair messy and her mind still feeling fuzzy from the passionate encounter. It had been a wild night, and her body felt both satiated and exhausted.

Dean was next to her, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Her head was laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. He glanced down at her, his eyes still shining with desire. For a long moment, they lay in silence, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.

“So I take it that ‘space’ thing is null now?” Dean quipped, a sly grin on his face. Y/N let out a tired huff, her eyes opening slightly. "Don’t start." She muttered, lightly smacking his chest.

Dean chuckled in response and she let out a deep sigh. “What’s on your mind, doll?” He asked, noticing the dreading look on her face. “I just-…I can’t believe that Naomi would do that. You know? I mean, I don’t know how I’m gonna go back there” Y/N buried her head into Dean’s chest.

Dean tensed slightly as Y/N mentioned Naomi’s name. He knew how much that whole situation had weighed on her. He tightened his arm around her, his fingers gently rubbing her bare back.

"Hey, I’m handling it. You don’t have to worry about that," He assured her. Even though he tried to sound confident, Y/N could sense the subtle hint of anger in his voice. “I just- I don’t know what she’s trying to accomplish by this.” Y/N continued, her voice slightly muffled by his chest.

“It’s so messed up, you know?” She turned her head to look up at him, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. Dean’s jaw set in a tense line as she spoke. Naomi’s actions had really gotten under her skin to the point she pushed him away. It almost cost them their relationship and that didn’t sit well with Dean. He gently cupped her chin, making her look at him.

“Look, doll, I promise you that I’m handling it. Naomi won’t be a problem anymore.” He said firmly. “You just focus on your job and don’t worry about her.” Dean leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "You’ve got enough on your plate already, don’t let that woman stress you out even more."

“Yes, sir” She smiled coyly, her eyes darting down to his lips. Dean chuckled at her compliance. "That's my girl." He said with a smirk, his hand gently caressing her cheek. His eyes darkened as he noticed how her eyes darted to his lips. “Always so obedient”

“Maybe not always” She shot back with sass before capturing his lips with here. Dean chuckled into the kiss, his tongue immediately seeking entrance into her mouth. One of his hands tangled into her hair, pulling her closer to him. The other hand snaked down to her hip and pulled her on top of him.

She moaned in surprise as she found herself straddling him, their bodies flush against each other. Dean groaned as he felt her bare skin against his, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

A thought popped into her mind mid kiss and she began giggling. Dean pulled back slightly, a quizzical look on his face. “What’s so funny?” He asked, his hands still roaming over her body.

Y/N continued giggling, shaking her head as she covered her mouth with her hands. “Nothing. I just-“ Her laughing grew. Dean arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by her uncontrollable giggles. He tried to catch her hands, gently pinning them above her head. “Come on doll, you’ve gotta tell me what’s so funny” He said between soft kisses along her collarbone.

A light gasp left her mouth, her laughter now ceasing as her head tilted back. “I was just thinking….Leave it to me to fall in love with my hot boss” She murmured, running her hand through his hair at the nape of his neck.

"Oh, so you think I'm hot, huh?" Dean's eyes sparkled up at her with amusement. He leaned back in and pressed a trail of kisses down her neck, his hands gripping her hips. “You could at least say you love me back” She playfully scoffed, swatting his head gently.

He chuckled against her skin, his lips still pressed against her throat. "Oh, you want me to say it again?" He replied, his tone teasing. He nipped at her pulse point before lifting his head to look at her. "I could say it a thousand times and it still wouldn’t be enough."

She felt her heart skip a beat as he looked into her eyes, his intense gaze making her breath hitch. She knew he was teasing her, but there was a sincerity in his words that he would never admit.

"Maybe I'll just make you say it every day until you're sick of it" She teased back, her hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “Maybe I’ll just show you how much I love you everyday, until you’re sick of it” Dean shot back with a wide grin, the innuendo dripping from his statement.

She chuckled, a blush spreading across her cheeks. His cocky smirk and seductive tone never failed to make her weak in the knees. “You’re so full of yourself” She quipped, knowing fully well how much his confidence turned her on.

He leaned in, burying his face in her neck, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare back. “And you love it” He murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “Leave it to me to fall in love with my gorgeous secretary”

Authors Note: I may or may not be on my knees right now💀AHHHHH IM LOWKEY CRINGING TO MYSELF BUT AT THE SAME TIME AHHHHHHHHH IM SCREAMING.

So does the title of the fic make sense now?🤣

Besides the point, I’m super excited for the wedding and I can’t freaking WAIT. Hope everyone liked!!

Xoxo

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honestlydarkprincess · 26 days

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Fuck It Friday!

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz, @lonelychicago, @fruchtfliege, @diazheartsbuckley, @hemlocksandfoxgloves, @theotherbuckley !!!

so i still haven't been writing much, the drawing haze is real man but here have some of the fwb buddie fic that i'm pretty sure i've already shared so weee! see it again!

Buck did a double take when he saw the pancake mix and said, “Absolutely not. I don’t even know why you have that, Eddie. If we’re making pancakes we’re doing it the proper way, from scratch.”

“But that’ll take longer,” Eddie groaned. “I’m hungry.”

“Good things take time,” Buck scolded, before pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.

Now that the coffee had been poured Eddie took over, making them exactly like they liked them. Wordlessly he passed Buck his coffee and Buck hummed in thanks. Eddie took a seat the table and sipped his coffee while he watched Buck move around his kitchen with ease. God, this all felt so fucking domestic and Eddie loved it.

In no time Buck had whipped up enough pancakes for the two of them and they sat down to breakfast. “So, what do you want to do today?” Eddie asked. “I have to pick up Christopher from his friend’s tonight but we have the whole day.”

“That sounds good— oh shit, I just remembered I promised Maddie we would go to lunch,” Buck said apologetically, looking at Eddie with a pout on his lips. “We’ve been so busy lately I haven’t really seen her.”

“Oh,” Eddie tried not to let any of his disappointment show. “That’s okay! You guys have fun.”

“Do you want to come?” Buck asked, pulling out his phone. “I can check with Mads to see if that’s okay.”

“No, no, don’t worry about me,” Eddie waved him off. “You two need some sibling time together.”

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @monsterrae1, @thiamsxbitch, @buckera, @devirnis

@sleepywinchesters, @queerdiaz, @queerdiazs, @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns

@roy-kents, @mustachediaz, @father-salmon, @underwaterninja13, @spotsandsocks

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#let's fuck up the friendship #buddie fwb #jess.writes #my wips #buddie wip #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #911 abc #911 fic #911 wip #fuck it friday

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sinner-sunflower · 6 months

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 15/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

hooo weee this is a long one. A reaction chapter part 1

A few things to clear up:

Sir Pentious is in Heaven

They do not know that yet.

He'll have a part in the sequel!

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Charlie is beyond worried.

She and the entirety of Pride sat in anticipation as Hell's highest powers perform the ritual again. Her dad disappeared a month ago and in his absence, she thinks she had handled Pride rather well. Vaggie and her friends were a big help though, as well as her uncles and aunts if they could.

Charlie has not missed once broadcast ever since it aired. Every time she looks for her dad among the demons and every time she's disappointed.

She keeps watching anyway in support- no matter how busy she was. The hotel residents do the same, dropping what they were doing to all sit in the couch together and watch this 'til it ended. The first time it aired created a mass panic that Charlie had to induce a Hellshake to placate her people. It somehow worked.

After the panic, it became the biggest hit "show" in Pride, resulting in the production of legit merch and even a few parodies- like it's just a game, like this can't kill them all.

That craze lasted almost 2 weeks but even the fanatics stopped watching when it was apparent that this wasn't a quick fix. Panic again then calm then panic- over and over and over again.

Vaggie: Babe?

Charlie: Hey, Vaggie.

Charlie tried to give her lover her usual smiles but she thinks she haven't given one ever since her dad left. Worry and guilt are eating her whole and she's just trying to stay afloat.

Vaggie: Hey, come on. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?

Charlie: Flatterer.

Vaggie: Not wrong though. But don't try to change the subject. .. Is it about your dad?

Charlie: I don't think I remember a time in a hundred years when it wasn't. When did it go so wrong, Vaggie? We were so happy when I was a kid..

Something inside the princess whispered her mother's name. She shakes off that thought because there's no way. Her mom and dad loved each other.

'But then why did they split? Why did your mom leave? Why did your dad fall in love with someone again?'

The voices are making a point but there's no chance her dad was going to tell her everything and it's not like her mom is even an option.

When Vaggie told her that Alastor and her dad were something, she tried to think of every moment she saw of her dad and the radio demon together after the hotel was rebuilt. The princess of Hell trusts Alastor but she doesn't know if she can trust him with her dad.

But..

Charlie: Dad is happier.

Vaggie: Huh?

Charlie: Sorry. Was thinking of him and how Alastor is probably helping him come out more than I am.

Vaggie: Hey hey. I know your dad would be devastated if he knew you were thinking that. He loves you and you love him, right?

Charlie: More than anything.

Vaggie: That's my girl. Now why don't we-

Cherri: Holy shit! Guys! The broadcast turned on again!

All of them rushed to the lobby upon hearing the cyclops yell. They thought it was over 30 minutes ago when the nth overlord and Goetia fainted. Guess Vox was a bit afraid he would be next and turned it off to save face.

Angel: Holy shit!

Holy shit indeed. The one on the screen is none other than her dad! And a beautiful lady in white?

Husk: Who the fuck is that?

Nifty: She looks so clean! I wanna know what products she use.

Vaggie: Do you know who that is?

Charlie: Probably who dad was looking for.

Goodie: Such words! Angel, was self-preservation not included when you gave them the fruit of knowledge? Lucifer: Apparently not.

Okay, they clearly missed out on some context because her dad just arrived and he's mad. They watch as Lucifer grabs Velvette's face hard enough to bleed. Everyone is kneeling and seem to be locked in place. Husk eyes Alastor's monstrous form in the background warily.

Husk: Something happened.

Lucifer: I can't blame you. I was not the most present ruler, after all. But I thought I made something very clear when I dealt with that moth man.... I guess one example isn't enough.

One moment Velvette was struggle and the next her fucking jaw is gone!

Angel: Holy shit!

Husk: Ugh! You keep saying that. Don't you have any other words than holy shit?

Angel: 'M sorry, Huskie. But what else am I supposed to say to that huh??

Charlie's winces but her eyes are still glued to the screen as her dad summons his flaming sword and brings it down to the pink demon.

Lucifer: So, let me keep it simple. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. The creator of the first sin. The angel that damned humanity. Í̷̫̈́́͂̒̚̕͝͝͝'̶̨̛̺̤̿̀͒͛̂̿͋̄̑͆́͘͠͝M̴̝̯̖̦͍̽̎̏͆̔ ̴̛̛̄̋̈̑̓̀̓̃̄͐͗ͅŸ̷͇̙̟͈̭̥̬̻̙͔̠̱́̽̊̊ͅÔ̵̤͙͈̬̫̪͕̼͍͌̀̔͜U̴͈̼͖̯̤͌̀̀̓̾̔͆̈́̊͑͗̕͠͝R̵̨̹͍̦͒͌̋͒͆͌̄͛̓͑̔́͜ ̸̝͑̐̀̉̃͠͝F̵̞͖̮̗̗̜̯̯͔̮͒̊͒̈́̈́́̽́̂̂͑̎͝U̵̟̙̱̙̯̤̼̙͈̳̘̫͊̈̀C̷̙̞̔̅̊͌͋K̷̖͙̼̪̠̾̄̅̾͘I̵̛̩̘̜͖̩̙̿̐̽́͊́̒͆̆̎̑͗N̴̤̏̂͝G̸͋̋̍ͅ ̵̡͈̩̹̗̹̝̻̬͍̗̬̲̳̟̍͋̽͛̒̉̍͊͑̑̋̅̽Ḳ̷̡̬͔̞̱̤̬̮͉̙͇̪͛̅͊̚I̵̤͙̪̞̝͔̱͎̜̩̖̺̟͔̙͊Ṉ̵͈̤̘͚̻̙̼̓͂̌͋́̎͜ͅĢ̸̭͔͇̹̹̳̭͋̓̒͗̈́̉̈́̂̚.

They all had to avert their eyes as a giant ball of flame came down to finish Velvette off.

Lucifer: Û̶̪̌͐́̂̆͠͠n̸̛̟͕̱͍̫̘̻̣̱͈͈͇̱̜͛̓͗̏̅̇͋̒͆͊̓͗̚͠d̷̢̢̨̼̙͈̞͈͓͈͙̂̌͋̔̂̉̍̈́͆̿̈́̕͘͜͠e̵̛͍̯̫̼̫̐͛̊̒̆̉̓̊̽̓̒̒̚͘ŗ̶̨̢̧̮̜͙̪̹̯̙̪̤̠̝̓́̒̋͆̆̓̿͐̄̓̕̚̕ş̷̛̮͖̰̝̟͇͕̟̞̳̟̪̥̂̀̈́̈͗́̿̐̔̎̕̕͠t̶̮̖̭̹͓͉̪̣̦͙̖͍́͐͂̑͒̑͂̑̾̓̍̊͝ô̵̥͓̥͐̄̏̀̾̀̽̆ò̴̜͇̣̣̳͖̗̹̟̇̓͑͝ͅd̸̨̨͈͓̠͑͑̒̎̈́͘͠?̸̟̎̈

Even the sinners in the safety of the hotel nodded in fear. Lucifer made a delighted noise and with a clap, Velvette is back in one piece, albeit trembling in Vox's arms.

Lucifer: What? Do you really think I killed her? Sounds counterproductive. We still have a situation at hand and you are no use to me dead. Goodie: Up now! My sister is becoming restless.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. Angel collapsed to Husk's side, when did he even stand up? Nifty didn't move a muscle but her maniacal smile is gone. Cherri started fiddling with an ignited bomb out of nowhere which Angel had to move to throw.

Goodie: Remember, angel, if this fails, you must do what I have told you. Lucifer: Let's start.

Angel: Holy shit.

Holy shit indeed.

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Part 16 will be the 2nd part of the reaction before Lucifer goes in!

Dk if I will post on Wednesday as it will be my birthday! yayy

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weallluvnilou · 3 months

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.•°It’s just a thought..°•.

(Diluc x fem!reader

TW: mentions of pregnancy, miscarriage, etc. Stay safe if ur sensitive to these topics! <3.

(comfort/angst)

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You’ve been wanting to talk to Diluc to your thoughts for a while. They weren’t bad, but weren’t the best. Ever since you’ve thought of having a child it’s been the only thing you could think off. Sometimes you’d daydream about it.. is that weird?

You find yourself in the living room, reading a book. It’s nothing new, reading in front of a fireplace waiting for your husband to come home. Once you heard is heavy boots walk through the door, you smiled.

He notices you right away while taking his boots off, and hanging up his coat on the coat rack. “I’ll be right back honey.” He smiles at you softly. It was 12:46 pm, which was surprising because he usually comes home later then that.

Walking through the living room, you notice he’s in more attire for comfort of his home. He sits down right beside, arm around your shoulder pressing a soft kiss on the right side of your head. “What’re you reading?” He asked now laying his head on your shoulder.

“Not sure, Lisa handed it to me today at the library. I thought I’d visit her after awhile.” You say looking up at his crimson eyes. “Something’s been on my mind, Diluc.” You say as he lifts his head up staring back at you. “What is it dear?” He says, while his thumb is caressing your lips slowly. “I’ve been thinking.. what if we consider having a child?”

Thank gosh it was just you two alone in the manor, you would’ve never would’ve known the reactions of the workers at the manor if they heard your words. But one thing you wouldn’t miss to see again is how your husband smiled a little more after you mentioned having a kid.

“As much as I think that would be lovely my dear..” he pauses, still happy as he looks, he continues. “What if I’m not always there for them?” He says. You knew there would be some cons to your thought. “You’ll still be an amazing father, Diluc. Knowing you, you would try your hardest to make them happy.” Overstepping your sentence, you hear him sigh hardly.

“What if things don’t go, right.?”

Understanding his worries, you looked down for a second. What if he was right? What if this goes wrong? Now concerned for yourself, knowing you’d be a whole mixup of emotions. “Then..” “I don’t know.” You sigh looking back at him as he left your chin up slightly. “I want to try, Diluc.” “Imagine it.” You say still feeling worry.

“I do too, ___. We should consider it if weee both comfortable. But for now, my lover, we should head to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?” He kisses your temple, nodding slightly at him to let him know you’re coming. He picks you up, and up the stairs, you guys head to your shared bedroom.

<3.

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Tysm for all the followers <3 if you have any ideas, now my coms r open!

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cherry-pop-elf · 4 months

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Farmers Market

Bill Weasley x Reader

((Can be read as platonic because there needs to be more platonic fics :>))

Summary: You wanted to go to your local farmers market. Get some fresh foods, see interesting things, just have a nice day. That’s when you see a new stand pop up. How could you resist? Not every day you see a gaggle of red heads

You just LOVED visiting the farmers market. Once a week, you would visit. Given it was in such a close walking distance, it made life easier. Fresh food for good prices. How could anyone refuse such a thing? A favorite routine to enjoy.

With your basket on your arm, and outfit dusted off, you were off to the little slice of heaven. Just walking down the street. Giving a wave hello to your neighbors, and having pep. Was always so nice to just get some fresh air. Was a perfect day. Just the right amount of sun, and just enough breeze to keep the heat low. You just adored it.

When you arrived you visited your favorite farmers. Saying hi to them, and picking out your favorites. With how often you visited, they always made sure to set aside the best for you. Supporting local farmers is the best, and it’s appreciated after all.

As you did your routine, you noticed a new stand. The little pop up was quite eye catching. Bright colors that catch attention easy. Said bright colors being brilliant red hair on each person there. You had never seen hair of such a shade like that, unless dye counts. Can’t be dye, since the smallest of the children had that same wild shade. Had you invested quickly, and you were soon walking over.

“Well hey there-!” You assumed the oldest said, as he was having a little girl on his hip. Cute little pig tails, and snuggling her tightly. Protective of him, and clearly defensive of anyone who got too close. Must be the youngest, and the baby girl.

“Hey. I haven’t seen this little stand before. You knew here?” You asked, as you looked around. It just had so many things. Hand made paper, soaps, fruits and veggies, meats, and many different types of hand made things. Plenty being sweets.

“Yep. Names Bill. Bill Weasley. That guy over there is Charlie, that guy with the book is Percy, those two trouble makers are Fred and George, the one talking to mum is Ron, and this little girl is Ginny. Yeah uh. Mum has a lot of kids.” He chuckled, as the baby sister kept playing with his ponytail. Had you giggle, as she yanked on it. Making him squeak, and her giggle.

“What can we do ya for?” He asked, as he tickled his baby sister’s tummy. Made her squeal in delight, as she kicked her little bare feet. You adored how sweet he was to the little girl. So full of love.

“I was actually interested in those tins. With the sweets-“ You asked. That seemed to catch the twins attention, and they weee quick to be side by side with their eldest brother. Big, proud, smiles on their freckled cheeks.

“Those sweets were hand made by these two. Don’t worry, I made sure none of them will turn you into a newt.” He teases, as the twins have a pout. Regardless, they were quick to pick the tins up. Excited to share.

“This one tastes like grape! Grapes my favorite-!” “And this one tastes like oranges! Oranges are MY favorite-!” The twins would echo each other, as they explained what those candy’s were. The hard candy, the chewy kind, just such confidence.

“Percy is the one to make the hand made paper. He’s pretty proud of that. Ron and Ginny help with the soaps. That leather-? Me and Charlie. Charlie and I would hunt for a bit, and turn the leftovers into soaps and leather. No waste in this family.” Bill would explain, as he would hand Ginny off to Charlie. She gave a huff, but that second sibling was quick to entertain her.

“You are all quite talented. It’s admirable.” You would admit, as you were in awe that people so young were able to create candy. GOOD candy no less, as you were offered a sample. It was like heaven. You couldn’t compare it to any other candy you’ve had before. It was beyond words.

“We all have a talent for something in this family.” Bill would shrug, as if it wasn’t a big deal. You thought it was. You found your new favorite table now. You just had to. These kids deserved to know their hard work wasn’t for nothing.

“I’ll have this, and that, and that-“ You would pick out. Sure it was going to be a bit pricey, but this was your spending money for a reason. Besides, it went to a clearly well deserving family. The way those twins were beaming was just to much to handle.

“MUM MUM-! WE SOLD OUR CANDY-!” They were cheering, as Bill would chuckle. Hardly could count the change, as the twins were jumping for joy to their mother. The woman giving them a tired, but proud, smile.

“Means more than you know. Mum is uh….Complicated about the twins wanting to grow up to be inventors. Like I get it, but exactly a job that can be successful.” Bill would whisper to you, as he would place the items in your bag. You gave a nod, as you watched them bounce in pure joy. So proud, and happy. They deserved the support.

“Will you be here next week?” You asked, as he smirked. With a nod. “Yeah, for sure.” He winked, as you chuckled at the banter you shared.

“Hypothetically-“ “That’s a really bug word-“ “Yeah. Anyway, what would happen to be your favorite flavor?” The twins would ask you, with those big doe eyes. How could you resist? You told them, and they were quick to huddle to a corner to brain storm.

“Be careful. If they like you too much, you’ll be pranked to hell and back.” He warned you, as you brushed it off. What’s the worse they could do?

“Can’t wait to see you again. Those two are going to never shut up about you now. Their ‘first customer ever-!’ They’ll cheer.” He was sounding more proud than the twins were. You admired that greatly. He clearly wanted the twins to succeed at their dreams. Made your heart warm.

“See you soon-!” Ginny would wave, as Charlie would mimic her tiny wave. You would return the gesture, before taking your leave. Still able to hear those twins cheering and bragging to their siblings.

When you finally returned home, and unloaded your things, you noticed something odd with your items. Made you think.

For starters, you swore the candy you had bought had changed color. Somehow brighter than it originally was. The paper you got as well was off. You swore the black specks on it were moving. Made you worry they were bugs, but you touched it to feel nothing. Another odd trait was there was a little note.

“Come to Ottery St. Catchpole sometime. You can’t miss us. Hope to see you sometime. William.”

Suppose you made a bigger impression than you thought. Had you giggling with excitement, that you completely missed the fact that a runt of a gnome had climbed out of your still packed bag. Quick to make itself cozy in your backyard.

Guess that’s what you get for talking to strangers.

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bokutosbabe · 4 months

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Lover’s Game

a/n — on my haikyuu shit bc of the new movie, and who better to write for than the loml atsumu?

content — atsumu x fem! reader, fem bodied reader, set in the time skip, stripping game involved, it’s kinda like strip poker but with wins and losses, slight nsfw(stripping obvi),kinda suggestive, i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything! not proofread

synopsis — when you started dating the MSBY Jackal’s very own atsumu miya in high school, you knew he was competitive, but when you beat him in smash bros? the game you two had agreed to already seemed like a bad idea.

✿.｡.“Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?”.｡.✿

“ HAHHHH??" ” your boyfriends scream rang out in your ears, seeing the tv filled with the victory pose of Princess Peach with the ‘1st place!’ placed next to her.

You’d never played smash bros before, having grown up as an only child who played sports most of the time, but beating your very kinda competitive boyfriend on your first time while playing the only character you knew?

Atsumu wouldn’t, no he couldn’t , have this. He had spent his whole life holding the “reigning super smash bros champion” title over Samu’s head, and he could not be beat by a newbie! especially because he didn’t want to be the first one to have to do the punishment the two of you had agreed on.

“ ‘yer cheatin’!!” the dyed blonde accused as he pointed a finger at you , cheeks puffed out like one of a child. “i am not! quit being a sore loser!”you yelled back at him- pointing back at him as well. “yeah huh!” “nuh uh!” “yeah—”

“just take your shirt off! we already agreed!”you huffed as atsumu shook his head. “you just said ‘some’ item of clothes! so…”the male took off his sock.

his. freaking. sock. you rolled your eyes before hitting the next button,“fine. shut up and grab your controller you bum.” you did love your boyfriend, but now that you’d tasted sweet victory? you never wanted to let go of it.

Round two went to atsumu

“hah! i’m the best!”he laughed as he watched you slowly take off your bra from under your shirt. maybe if he decided to be a horned up mess you’d win faster.

Round three - atsumu

off went your own sock while atsumu proclaimed you only had ‘beginners luck’

Round four - you

you watched as atsumu pulled his shirt off with one hand, your tongue sneaking out to wet your lips. “quit bein’ a perv you freak.” he teased, but how were you not supposed to look when your PRO VOLLEYBALL PLAYER boyfriend took off his shirt like he was in a porno?!

Round five - atsumu

fine. if atsumu wanted to continue to brag, you’d simply make sure his brain short circuited. you stared him straight in his amber eyes as you slipped off the thong you’d been wearing under your skirt.

Round six - you

“that’s not fair, you were teasin’ me!”atsumu accused, finger back in your face as he slid off his shorts. “you’re a bad loser, miya…”and woo weee if that didn’t get him riled up.

Round seven - atsumu

maybe calling your boyfriend the name by which he associated with his brother wasn’t the best idea. to you, he was “tsumu” or “atsumu” never was he “miya.” “since ya wanna be like that- you deserved to lose.” he said, nostrils flared as you took off your shirt- watching as his favorite part of you came spilling out into the open.

Round eight - stalemate.

no one got the chance to even select their new characters before atsumu was picking you up and throwing you on your shared bed. with the both of you only wearing one sock as he was covered only by his boxers and you only by a skirt.

“i’ll show you how much of a sore loser i can be, baby.”atsumu smirked against your lips before snaking his hand under your skirt.

maybe you should’ve started playing video games with atsumu much sooner.

✿.｡.“ it’s just a game but really, I'm bettin' on all three”.｡.✿

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and that’s it for my fav guy ever😻

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hetalia-club · 1 year

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Do you understand what I'm saying?

Please read this and tell me I'm not alone here... You all have to be thinking this too.

America the type of guy to crack his knuckles and say "Guess someone wants a knuckle sandwich" before getting in a fight.

America the type of guy to have stars around his head when he get's knocked out.

America the type of guy that says "Umm, guys we have company" In a horror movie

America they type of guy to rub his tummy when he had enough to eat

America the type of guy to get a light bulb above his head when he's got an Idea

America the type of guy that would say "Uh-Oh spaghettiO's" after getting shot point blank.

America the type of guy to say "Okay now you've gone too far" to the villain.

America the type of guy to run away from home carrying one of these

America the type of guy to slip on a banana peel and it makes this sound

America the type of guy to get on his tippy-toes when he's sneaking and it makes this sound

America the type of guy to rub his head and say "That smarts" When getting bonked on the head

America the type of guy to say "Sticks and Stones may break my bones..." When you insult him

America the type of guy when he sees a pretty girl walking down the street he does this.

America the type of mother fucker to fluff his pillow before going to sleep

America the type of guy to pull up his pants and push up his sleeves and say "Okay no more Mr. Nice Guy"

America the type of guy to say "Holy Cannoli" When he's surprised.

America the type of guy to sneeze and say "Ahh-Ahh-Ahh Choo!"

America the type of guy to say "Weee!" When going down a slide.

America the type of guy to ask the waiter "What's your favorite thing on the menu" and then not order it.

America the type of guy to run off a cliff and keep running in the air for a bit until he looks down and says "Uh-Oh..."

#hetalia #hws america #aph america #alfred f. jones #original #please tell me you understand me

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Male Monster Musume | Resting Easy

Last Part

“Hello I’m Centoreo, you are my destined master!”

“No, I’m not. I’ve never even met you in my life.”

“Perhaps not but I’ve already observed you enough to know that you are. Not to mention that legally I’m meant to stay with you.”

He pulled out a paper with an official seal and Smith’s signature off to the side there was a sticky note on the side with a smiley face and a message:

‘Got you another tenant, sweet pea! No sex!’

–S

You frowned as you recognized the handwriting, silently cursing the agent in your head. You tried to look past the centaur at the clinic only for the long-haired male to tilt himself in the way. You sighed again before looking to the sky. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, considering you got to skip the whole thief chasing and the painful misunderstanding of riding the back of a centaur. You took another breath finally looking into the centaur's sky-blue eyes as you smiled.

“Hey, well welcome to the family. Uh, we can go back after I go to the doctor over there. So you’ll have to wait until I’m done.”

His face fell before he easily scooped you into his arms. Turning around back to the clinic, all you can hear is the speedy clopping of his hooves as he reaches the door.

“Excuse me! Would you please help my master? They’re gravely injured.”

“S-sure.”

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“Uhm Centoreo? Are you sure it's okay to be on your back like this? Isn’t this reserved for like your…special person?”

“My destined master? Well didn’t I say you already were? I’m perfectly fine with this. In fact, I’m more than happy, I’m elated+”

You let your head rest upon his back as he moved closer to the house. You’ve decided you quite liked him. You were already aware of how much the main guy relied on Centorea. Finally talking to someone who listened to what you wanted was nice, he may be a bit forward but he made you feel a lot more relaxed. You fought exhaustion, ultimately losing to the rhythmic clapping of Centoreo’s hooves against the pavement.

“You must have been exhausted (Y/n)...to let your guard down so easily.”

Letting himself smile as he came upon the house already seeing the silhouettes of the monsters he had studied previously.

“...I’ll be sure to lift that burden for you with plenty of happy accidents.”

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Milo was inconsolable. Slithering anxiously from your room to the door, he had been wrestling with himself about the interaction you had just hours before. Torn between guilt for hurting his love and fear that you’d send him away. From crying to angrily slamming his tail against the floor he constantly wrestled with his desire to chase you down and force you to stay. Pypi on the other hand was truly prepared to seek you out himself. He vaguely recalled promising not to do something…but since he can’t remember what it was it shouldn’t stop him.

“Weee going to find (Y/n)-shi-eh!?”

Pypi’s winged limbs were being held against his body by the muscled tail of the lamia. He tried to fly away again only to find he still couldn’t get very far. In fact, his takeoff was entirely interrupted by that tail flinging him into an adjacent wall from the door. Rubbing at the offending area, the harpy quickly got up to pull out his talons.

“WHATS YOUR DEAL, WORM!?”

“Worm?! And of you weren’t such a bird brain you’d get deported…but now that I think about it maybe I should let you go..”

“Deported!? But then I’ll never get to mate legally with them!”

“But you can’t now either.”

“That won’t stop me! So let me go!”

Milo blushed in embarrassment as he already felt the subconscious wrapping of his tail around the harpy’s legs.

“B-because I’m not letting you find them without me!”

“...Are you serious…your such a crybaby.”

“Says you!?... So are you bringing me or not?”

“Fine but I’m dropping you the moment we find them!”

At that moment there was a strong knock on the door which both sparked hope and fear of who was behind. Releasing Pypi he let the overexcited harpy dart towards the door swinging it open.

“Horsey? Smif?”

“I’m not a horse.”

“Hehehe well guys this Centoreo, a centaur, and they're your newest roommate!”

An icy glare was exchanged between Milo and Centoreo, the latter giving an insincere smile that had Smith chuckling.

“Don’t be so mad Milo. See, Centoreo is doing happy to meet you, right?”

“Yes, I’m delighted.”

“...”

Pypi whipped his head between the two before grimacing at Centoreo, “For some reason, I feel like you aren’t very nice.”

Them agent felt the cold sweats run down his back as the beefing monster boys directed their angry stares towards him and the harpy.Smith held his hand over the harpy’s mouth while stepping away from the glaring monster boys towards the kitchen.

“So uh your darling’s back and safe, courtesy of him.”

He directed Milo to your resting form who immediately snatches you from Centoreo. Hugging you into his chest he growled in everyone else’s direction before slithering off to his room. Laying you in his bed, he let himself inspect you. Staring at the brace around your ankle had globs of tears welling up in his yellow eyes.

“Oh Darling its all my fault! I’m sorry Darling! Its just…you act so nonchalant I can only hope to…squeeze it out of you.”

He played with the hem of your shirt lightly pulling it up to let his finger pad press against the skin of your stomach. He continued to eye the way your skin bounced unfer his hand. He let his head rest next to the spot he was playing that, purposefully letting his breath tickle your skin. He nuzzled and caressed before pulling away with a conclusion. Decided, he protracted his fangs and sunk them into your skin.

“OW! Hey!”

You snapped up trying to push his head away only for your arms and body to be kept still as he kept his fangs in place. You called for him frantically in hopes he’d snap out of it only for your voice to die down with the sight of Milo. His yellow irises were slitted and he didn’t look…completely there. So you kept as still as you could with his fangs planted inside you, the pain being soothed with the soft, wet gliding of his tongue. When he was seemingly satisfied he retracted his incisors before absent-mindedly crawling up to lay beside you.

You poked at his face; finding no response you carefully untangled from his tail to limp out of his bedroom. You slowly made your way to the main room, following the aroma of freshly brewed tea.

“Master (Y/n)! I’m happy to see you survived him. I’ve just made some tea to put everyone at ease.”

“Uh yeah, thanks for that Centoreo.”

You looked at the sleeping Pypi who was fast asleep with an empty cup on the couch, you sighed in relief.

“I would offer you some but its specifically for us, male monsters. Tonight is a full moon after all.”

You blinked before letting your eyes widen in recognition. That’s right the moment Centoreo returned home Smith would clear the tenants in the house for marriage with the main guy. Not soon after he was attacked, room broken into, and forced to juggle three horny monster girls through the night.

“Wow, yeah thanks for that…uh by the way was there anything Smith left for me or meant to say to me? Usually when someone moves in here he has something to say.”

Centoreo tilted his head with his heart-pumping smile as he carried his cup of tea.

“Nothing that I can recall. Maybe some more paperwork but I’ve already went through as much as i could.”

“Oh okay…” You were debating if this was the truth or not. You were sure the original series included something of a fight before the moon scene went down but the original series didn’t have a centaur who was really on top of it.

“Uh well I’ll be going to bed. We can all give you a proper welcome tomorrow.”

Centoreo chuckled scooping Pypi up before walking alongside you to your respective rooms.

“Thank you, master. I will see you tomorrow.”

Shoving at your heavy steel door to open, lock, and close before plopping down onto your bed. Ignoring the distant screeches of what must be Milo as he awoke, you cuddled into your blankets mentally preparing for the worst.

It won’t be long now before rest is simply a dream.

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hoe4sports · 6 months

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“My heart recognized you before my mind did”

Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

A/N: No triggers. Rewritten 31st of May. You are a playing assistant coach. Basically a player with more knowledge.

The sun was blaring in the Spanish sky which caused your sweat to pour. It was particularly hot because you weee busy placing the gear you had planned to use this session for the attackers. It looked like something close to the world championship of materials. It devastatingly hot as the Spanish sun was going towards record breaking heat. The attackers came out, all of them looking as ready as ever. You had already analysed them which meant that you knew each of their weaknesses. “Fridolina, Salma and Claudia; group up to the left. Caroline, Mariona and Bruna; group up to the right.” You ordered, and the girls split up eager to see what you had planned for today. “We are doing drills, left to right, up towards east, strike three times, across the field and return. 1-2-3, let’s go!” You yelled as the girls got into action. Caroline caused you to take special notice of her. She was taller than you, and you had read about her. You went to talent camp together as teens. You always thought that she was into girls, but she was very private. Even back then! Nonetheless, she was stunning. Her hands were large, and her rarely shown smile was contagious.

“Alright girls, I want you to group up.” You announced after 15 mins of intensive practice. The girls fell to the grass pacing, trying to catch their breath. “Now, this feeling is what we will feel on the pitch during the last 10 minutes. We are gonna push through it. Watch me, and copy it until I call quits.” You ordered as you did a series of cordinating moves as a ran between poles and over blocks. When you finished the round, you pulled my t shirt off your tanned skin as it was once again, recording breakingly hot. Everyone started doing the exercise, and you started looking at Fridolina while making notes of what she needed support on. You turned around and catches Caroline glancing at you. “Caroline? Are there questions? Are you okay?” You said as the tall girl shook her head and started doing the exercise. You shook yournhead, and started taking notes once again.

Later that day, you spotted her staring at you. In the cafeteria, during the pre-match meeting and during the gym session. You decided that you were over it when you and Ingrid was walking to her car, and you catched her stare again. “What’s her deal?” You asked Ingrid, and she shrugged. “I’m not too sure, she isn’t normally this awkward. “ she suggested and you brushed it off as we got into Ingrid’s car.

Over the next months, this weird thing with Caroline kept happening. You would notice her staring, but whenever you talked to her she would get all stuttery. As she was getting weirded, me and the other girls were getting closer. You were also marking my spot as a playing assistant trainer when Jonathan on multiple occasions had me be a stand in during practice. This caused you to develop a close knitted relationship to quite a few of the girls, but Ingrid, Mapi, Alexia and Lucy were of the closest. Lucy would often flirt with me, and you thought it was hilarious. Over the next 6 months, we grew closer. Like sisters, she would tease you. and you would kick her ass in practice.

After a very particularly hard practice, you were clearing the pitch for equipment as the girls had already headed home for the day. You had turned the music on full and you were listening to “Typisk norsk å være god». It was blasting out on full volume and you felt like you were having the time of your life. It was friday, and you were feeling ready for Lucy’s birthday weekend shenanigans.

“Uhm, listen, Y/F/N-“ a female voice begun but was quickly shut down by your shrieks of horror as your heart went from 50 to 180 in the span of 1 second. “GRAHAM, you scared me!” You yelled as the tall brunette was walking awkwardly towards you, almost resembling a baby giraffe. The girl was rubbing her neck while staring into the grass. “I just, ehm, regarding, you know-“ she stuttered. “Oh my, whenever you are ready” I stated as an ironically looked at my sports watch. “Never mind” the brunette stuttered as she was turning her tall frame and walked towards the warderobe. You could see the girls staring from the tunnel, and you knew that they had put her up to this.

You sighted as you felt forced to try to catch up to her, considering your 38 cm height difference. “Caroline, wait up.” You cooed at her as you were shortening the distance by the second. You catched her as she entered the now empty team warderobe. She sat down underneath her cubby with her name and face printed on the wall with her hands rubbing her knees. You could tell that she was nervous, that made you feel flattered. “Let’s try again shall we?” You said as you sat down on the physio bench in the middle of the room, but still in front of her. She still looked down with her serious face. She always has a serious face, that’s her thing. Stone cold, hard working and dedicated. You dangled your feet on the physio bench as you pointed towards her picture on the wall. “You see that girl?” You started, as she shot a quick gaze towards where you were pointing. “I think she is hard working, dedicated, confident and very passionate.” You stated while staring at her picture in awe as a you smiled lovingly. “Now, what seems to be the issue for this hard working girl?” You repeated. “Strugglig with your right to left transitions?” You suggested. “What, no!” She stated, knowing that you knew that her transitions were always perfect.

“I just-listen Y/F/N. I’m not very good with talking to new people. But I was trying to remember where I have seen you before, because I’m confident that I have seen you but I can’t seem to-“ she said as her speech was picking up the pace. “Statoil talentleir” you smiled as you let out a small laugh. “I remember, who could ever forget those a girl with eyes like the sea during the biggest of storms?” You smiled, and she looked down again as she blushed. You could see that she was hiding a grin, and you smiled again looking back on the memory. “It was around 2012, you were 17. I was around 13. You had your stilly little hairband across your forehead and I pulled it. It smacked your forehead and you had a bright purple spot for the whole camp.” You stated as a let out a chuckle.

The thing was, that you were younger than her. She was 1995, and you were 1999. That didn’t stop you though, as you liked my women older. “Are you going to Lucy’s birthday dinner tonight?” You asked to break the silence as you realised that we were running out of time and you had no intention of missing out on a chance to party. “I’m not sure..” Caroline shyly stated, and you stood up. “Well.” You said as a reached your hand out. “I want you to come, Caz” you said as your new nickname for the tall framed girl slipped. She smiled softly “as you please, coach” she chuckled as her smile lit up the room.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine #barcelona women #woso x reader #caroline graham hansen imagine #barca femini x reader #barca femeni #caroline graham x reader

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