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[therealsilvermist]

Don't mind me just gonna reblog this for reasons unknown

I will be rereading this for the rest of my life

cw: smut drabble.ᐟ soft ben.ᐟ praise kink.ᐟ daddy kink .ᐟ pet names [perfect girl, baby, daddy's girl].ᐟ 18+

wc: 495

۫ ꣑ৎ bee yaps: what is this randomness you may ask? well im not entirely sure because its midnight and ovulation days are killing me here. I know not everyone likes daddy kink stuff so i didn't really go too hard on it. i just wanna be held by ben while he praises me so... anyways here we are! ok byeeeee

your breath hitches as your hips falter, trembling burning thighs no longer able to carry the rhythm. you’re slumped forward, chest pressed to his, lips parted with a soft, broken whimper. ben brushes the damp hair from your forehead, rough thumb trailing gentle over your temple as he scans your face.

you’re the best kinda mess. flushed, glistening with sweat, and utterly wrecked. but he’s ever seen anything prettier.

“look at you” he murmurs, voice low and sticky-sweet “tryin’ so hard for me, huh?”

you nod, barely, eyes fluttering shut like you’re too far gone to even hold them open.

ben presses a kiss to your hairline, letting his big hands span your back as he holds you steady. then, with a soft grunt, he plants his feet on the bed. muscles in his thighs flexing beneath you and thrusts up, hard.

a strangled gasp falls from your strained voice, jolting forwards in his arms. eliciting a deep groans from bens chest, the sound vibrating through your whole body as he starts rocking up into you, taking over with slow, punishing rolls of his hips.

“shh shhh” he coos through grit teeth, “just relax for me baby. y’already did all the work, lemme fuck the rest right outta you”.

you always did so well for ben, and he knows it. he knows how hard you tried to please him, how you always do. it makes something possessive simmer beneath his skin.

makes him wanna craddle you from the world and ruin you at the same time.

your breath stutters, fingernails biting crescent moons into the solid planes of his chest. he’s so warm under you. radiating heat, sweat-dampened, muscles flexing with every controlled movement.

you can’t help the choked moan that slips from your dry lips, your head falling forward against the crook of his neck as he picks up the rhythm.

“my perfect girl” he murmurs, voice softer now, something tender threading through the gravel. “so fuckin’ sweet for me. you always are.”

his free hand strokes down your spine, soothing you even as he thrusts up again, filling you deep. uncontrollably whining and out, and he kisses your temple.

“lemme take care of you, baby. lemme fill this pretty pussy up, yea?”

and when you’re both done, spent to the point of passing out? he doesn’t rush you. just lets you collapse there, cradled in the heat of his body, arms locking around you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever got to hold.

he breathes you in like he’s trying to memorize ever little detail. “did so good for me” he murmurs, voice rough from groaning, but so damn tender now it makes your throat ache.

you hum in response, half-asleep already, cheek pressed against the thump of his heartbeat. he rocks you gently, like you’re something delicate and precious. “i always take care of you” he adds, barely audible now, more of a promise than a statement. “daddy’s girl”.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡𓏧𓂃𓍯

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i love all my moots please don’t die

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hi 👋 could you do more billie as your girlfriend headcanons? And what she would be like with a celebrity s/o that’s also a singer/songwriter.

An- Hi, so sorry it took a while for your request, I hope you enjoy! It’s not proofread so I apologize but I do hope you enjoy.

-💌Laveda

- You and Billie are private but not a secret. You both go to each others tours, interviews, meetings,etc. always showing support from afar.

- Time spent together in the studio is not a surprise. Billie likes to come visit you when she feels you start to pull away from the stress. “It’s okay, Baby. The album will turn out great” she murmurs in your hair as you lay together on a pulled out futon in your studio.

Album release parties!! There are always photos of you and Billie showing support and love to one another when one of you is releasing an album.

Billie likes to sometimes sit on the side and watch you thrive and talk to people. She remembers when you first both started dating the anxiety you had around others.

It was nice to see you buzzing around talking to people who you loved and vice versa. A smile would always spread across her face when you spotted her, mouthing “come here, baby” fanning her over quickly.

Photoshoots! You loved taking pictures of Billie while she was in the middle of a photoshoot. Yes the professional ones will be released but you liked having your own ‘behind the scenes’ pics.

If it was a rough day at a photoshoot you would be quick by her side, “they will look amazing, love” you would encourage her. Or if you were getting the photos done Billie will be on the side shouting “look at my girl!” Giving a wide grin as she saw your smile come alive.

Sometimes standing off to the side holding a water for you or a snack. Stepping away from the set, wrapping your arms around her pulling her into a kiss. “Hi, my love” you would whisper. This would bring out a big smile for Billie. Her cheeks slowly becoming flushed from your name for her.

Late night face time calls. If you can’t be there for each other and say you are both touring at the same time, you call as often as possible. You both would send selfies through out the day of sound check, photoshoots, interviews, meetings, the whole thing. You both loved talking about your day together, waiting till you can see each other again.

Concerts, even when you’re both busy you always make sure to see each other perform at least once during each other’s tour. Sometimes surprising the other and spotting each other in the audience. “Look guys, my girlfriend’s here” you will chuckle out. Fidgeting with your fingers, “gotta make her proud” you joked out in the mic sending her a playful wink.

Vay.Cay.Tions. Billie always wants to go out and seeing the world. And who are you to turn her down. Midnight walks, midnight swimming, star gazing, going on a hike, listening to music in some field with her. If you even slipped out a “I would love to travel to..” she’s already got the tickets set up, airbnb, schedules cleared. Whatever you want she gives and vice versa. As soon as you see her over work herself you will call your managers and clear the day for you both.

You both know how the media are so every time an upsetting headline about you comes up Billie is immediately on the phone distracting you. Anytime you see Billie getting a surge of amount of hate you’re already on a plane over. You both were each other’s rocks.

You guys would help each other choose your outfits, choose which songs to be singles, which songs to put on a tour set list. You both were always helping each other whether that was from up close or afar.

You both sometimes lived for the thrill of out running the paparazzi and zooming off into the sunset. As exhausting they were to deal with and annoying to see everywhere you went one look from Billie and it would ease you.

Billie liked to play jokes on them, throwing water balloons from above them to give you both enough time to get away from being spotted. Features in music videos, if you guys are more flashy about your relationship you both will be featured in each other’s music videos. This causes the internet and your fans to freak out.

Spending time alone together at home is your favorite. Waking up and feeling her arms wrapped around you, legs tangled. Taking in her beautiful skin, freaked. Tracing your finger along her skin, until her blue eyes meet your own eyes. Quiet mornings together, hushed whispers. Exchanging gentle kisses to each other.

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You will never ever annoy me if you

Send me random anons

reply to my posts

send me an ask

reblog me

talk to me

say hello

give me random love

“bother” me

So please stop thinking otherwise.

[therealsilvermist]

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@fadingintothegrey

Ash with a fan recently

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I’m sorry but this picture does something to my soul and thoughts. Look at her. I want her to take a bite, please.

I need someone to talk to about this. Vampire! Billie, please. 💌

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Jensen ackles headcanon thought x F! Reader

Tags- Fluff, Jensen had a long day and relaxs with you a bit, cuddling, comfort kind of, wholesome, not proofread will fix at some point.

An- This is just a fun little writing. No disrespect to him Jensens family or loved ones, purely written for fun.

+- Jensen who comes home from an exhausting day of filming. His shoulders were tense, and he couldn’t get rid of the ache in his back either.

He walks through the front door, mind is full of thoughts yet blank at the same time. Jensen has to shoot a particular hard scene today, taking a toll on his body. He preferred doing his own stunts as he wanted to give it his all, but this time he probably should’ve had a stunt double.

You sat on the couch, mindlessly listening to the tv in the background as you cooked dinner. You didn’t hear the groan Jensen let out as he took a seat at the dinner table behind you.

Your attention was on the stove as you cooked some steak for the night. You weren’t sure when Jensen would come home so you wanted to get it prepared just in time he may arrive.

Turning off the stove, and moving the pan off, you make your way over to the cubers, looking to pull out some plates. Jensen loved steak and you knew he had filming today, so you decided to cook a nice dinner for him.

As you turned around you noticed the very man you thought of sitting at the table. Body hunched over, arms used as a pillow. “He must’ve had a long day” you thought to your self. Turning back around you prepare his plate for him, reaching into the fridge and grabbing a beer.

Silently grabbing the meal, making your way over; you gently set the plate down along with the drink. Stroking a loving hand along Jensens back brings him back from his small slumber.

Lifting his heavy body up, letting out an exhausted breath of air. You lean over, pressing a gentle kiss along his forehead. “Eat, I’ll make you a warm bath to soak” you whispered in his. Jensen let out a quiet hum as a response. Opening his eyes, emerald meeting yours, he missed you today. Even though it wasn’t that long of him being out, he still craved you.

Reaching up, Jensen wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body. Resting his head against your stomach, quietly leaning against you. “I promise after you eat and bathe you and I can lay together all night” you gently say, running your fingers through his brunette hair.

Letting out a sigh, Jensen pulls way from you. You bend down giving him a long kiss to his lips. Jensen reached up, gently grasping your head pulling you into a deeper kiss before you cut it short warning a small pout of the lips. Giving him a small apologetic smile you made your way upstairs leaving him to his dinner.

Starting up a warm bath, leaving out a clean towel and clothes for him to change into. You start to change and get ready for bed, deciding you’ll shower in the morning. You were a little tired from the cleaning you had done around the house.

You heard Jensens heavy footsteps trail up the stairs into your shared bedroom. Your back turned away, facing the closet. Opting to just out on one of Jensens tee-shirts. You liked having his scent wrapped around you, it was like a comforting hug from him 24/7. Jensen loved seeing you in his clothes, the way they draped over you, looking all cozied and his words “dolled up in my clothes, babydoll?” With an insinuative grin.

But tonight it was just you two spending time together and relaxing. Jensen walks through the door, quietly walking behind you. Letting out a deep sigh as he pulls you close to his chest. “Join me?” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Not this time, lover boy” you say turning around in his arms, hands gently grasping his neck. Pulling him into another kiss “this bath is for you to relax in, go” you gently order him. Mindlessly nodding he heads into the bathroom.

Hearing the groans he let out as he struggled to take his clothes off. “He must be really sore” you say to yourself. Finished getting dressed you head over to the bathroom.

Walking up to Jensen, placing a hand on his lower back to let him know of your presence. “Here, I’ll help” you say. Jensen had already slipped off his tee-shirt. You slowly start to unbutton his jeans, tugging them down his legs. After he is stripped and helped into the bath you decide to stay with him.

Helping him wash the day away quietly. You were always worried that he would push himself more than needed. Lathering the shampoo in your hands, massaging the contents into your boyfriend’s scalp. At some point Jensen pulled his arm out the tub to latch onto you. Wanting to feel your skin, gently circling your thighs skin with his fingers. Feeling your soft skin, he couldn’t wait to get out this tub and lay down with you.

The massage helped Jensens tense shoulders slowly drop more. You liked spending time with Jensen, even if it was little moments like this. Of course you didn’t want him in pain for it, but nevertheless you still enjoyed the time you spend together. You quietly rinsed the shampoo out his hair, making sure to get all the suds out. When you finished you place a kiss along his hairline.

When you started to wash his arms and chest he started to cling onto you a little more, causing your legs to get a little wet along the process. You didn’t mind, you could always dry off and change if need be.

Jensen needed you in this moment though, the day was exhausting for him and all he wanted was you. So you gave him just that. He was like a pouting puppy, following his owner around. While you washed him you slowly tried to massage the knots out his shoulders. You knew the warm water would help loosen them a bit. Jensen would let out a groan here and there but was quiet most of the time.

After you and Jensen finish up the bath you make your way back into the bedroom. Grabbing an extra towel you start to dry his hair. Trying to make it quick so he can get some sleep.You helped Jensen get changed and ready for bed, pulling him close in your arms. His head layed on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist, legs intertwined.

Your hands ran through his damp hair, slowly playing with the strands and letting them slip through your fingertips. “I love you” he would mumbled into your body. Letting his body slowly sink deeper against yours. Your other hand slowly rubbing his back, mindless circles, putting pressure in the tense areas, massaging the rest of tenseness out of body as much as possible. “I love you” you would back murmur into his hair before sleep over took the both of you.

I hope you enjoyed.

[therealsilvermist]

Masterlist

• Laveda • 21, Virgo, she/her • safe space

Write for - Billie Eilish, Jensen Ackles, +more to come

Ask box is open, requests however are closed, be kind, disrespect is not tolerated or welcomed. More below, thank you

Below are the links, enjoy

Currently writing for

Billie Eilish x F! Reader works

Jensen Ackles x F! Reader works

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Billie Eilish works/head-canons/fanfics

Authors Note- Hello, Laveda (Luh-Vee-Duh) here, these are my works for Billie below, my requests are closed as of now, however my ask box is open but more will be added to this list soon. Please be patient if you have made a request, life gets busy sometimes, thank you.

Martial Arts! Reader (Request)

Head-Canon 1

Head-Canon 2 (Request)

Billie x Reader 18+ NSFW MDNI

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Jensen Ackles works/head-canons/fanfics

Authors Note- Hello, Laveda (Luh-Vee-Duh) here, these are my works for Jensen below, my requests are closed as of now, my ask box is open though but more will be added to this list soon. Please be patient if you have made a request, life gets busy sometimes, thank you.

Mean! Jensen x F! Reader 18+ NSFW MDNI

Jensen Ackles x F! Reader fluff

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───────── L E T G O [soldier boy]

cw: trauma dumping ben.ᐟ soft ben?.ᐟ comforting reader.ᐟ parental issues [being a failure / not good enough].ᐟ joint smoking.ᐟ angst

wc: 1200

۫ ꣑ৎ bee yaps: we all know benjamin has his faults. but underneath the tough act, he's just a little boy who was always looked at as never being good enough ˙◠˙

۫ ꣑ৎ thanks to @bruisedfig for pondering this idea with me <3

the tv was on, low and forgotten. some old movie flickering light across the walls while the rest of the room stayed quiet, soft and dim the way he liked it. ben sat with both feet propped up on the coffee table next to you. half-rolled joint balanced on his thigh, fingers moving with slow precision as he finished twisting it shut.

he hadn’t said much since he walked in, just grunted a “hey angel” and pressed a kiss to your forehead before sinking down onto the couch next to you. you didn’t ask questions, you never had to.

you quickly came to know when ben was having rough days. whether it was tough missions or just his temper, you never pushed him, or at-least you tried your best not to.

his hands worked the lighter, the soft flick breaking the silence. like clockwork a moment later, blue hazy smoke curled toward the ceiling in lazy spirals. he let out a slow exhale through his nose, eyes half-lidded.

“you ever think about shit you wish you could forget?” he asked, voice rough.

you could feel the weight in his words, the crack in his armor. one that ben didn’t show often, barely ever. but it was there now, surfacing in the quiet of the room, cushioned only by your presence.

you tugged at his shoulder gently. “c’mere”

ben blinked, confused for half a second, until you guided him to lay back against you, between your legs. he didn’t fight it. he let you pull him down so the back of his head rested against your stomach, fingers brushing lightly through his soft strands of his hair.

he didn’t look up, just stared ahead with his jaw tight.

“s’not the blood or the bodies. that ain’t the part that sticks,” he muttered, lips curling around his joint again “it’s the shit people say. the stuff that gets in your head and fuckin’ sticks.”

he didn’t look at you. kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, hand resting on your leg, thumb moving in small, absent circles.

another drag and slow exhale.

“i could’ve torn down buildings with my bare fuckin’ hands and he still would’ve looked at me like I was nothin’” he let out a bitter laugh.

your heart pained for ben, you knew his upbringing was rocky, unstable home, abusive father. you wanted nothing more than to sooth all the suffering and damage he had carried with him since a young boy.

“he never hit me” he continued, like he was still trying to make sense of it all these years later. “not once”.

you didn’t speak, you knew he wasn’t done. letting him have his time to air everything out while you were his support.

“that’s the part that always fucks me up” he muttered. “i wasn’t even worth a slap. just looked at me like I was already a failure”.

he took yet another long drag, it shook a little.

“i thought becoming a supe, being the strongest, the best, maybe that’d change something. thought he’d finally see me. be proud— or just— fuck i dunno anything.”

your hand paused for half a second, heart breaking in your chest, then kept moving.

“when i told him” he continued, quieter now “he didn’t even flinch. just said i took the easy way out. called it cheating. said a real man wouldn’t have needed a shortcut” flicking the finished joint into the ash tray.

“pops said i’d never be worthy of carrying his name”. the words came like a confession, one he’d buried deep, sealed shut with arrogance and anger over the years. “said he’d rather have no son at all.”

his voice cracked then—just the tiniest break, barely audible, but you picked up on it.

your hand drifted from his hair, fingertips trailing down to scratch gently through his beard. his breath hitched, but he didn’t stop you—just leaned into it like you were the only thing keeping him calm.

you bent down, lips brushing the side of his temple in a feather light kiss there.

“i’m so sorry, baby” you whispered, voice barely a breath. “you didn’t deserve any of that”.

it wasn’t much, you weren’t trying to make it about you, or guilt him heavily. but it was all he needed.

he never say anything—just let the silence settle again, safe in your arms, the weight of it all a little easier to carry with you holding him through it.

“i was just never enough for him, y’know?” his words coming faster. “not even after everything. he made sure i knew it. i thought—i thought becoming soldier boy would make him proud, that i’d finally be good enough”. his chest rose and fell with a shaky breath, trying to keep himself steady.

you felt the weight of his words settle deep in your skin, a deep ache growing in your chest. tilting his head back more to look up into your eyes, his own glossy.

“am i a fucking disappointment?”

“no—no your not a disappointment” you said quietly, your fingers never stopping their gentle motion through his beard. “you never were. that man? he didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t fit to be a father”.

his brows furrowed and you could see how much it hurt, how much he was trying to keep it all together. “i didn’t know how to be any better” he whispered, almost to himself.

“you didn’t need to be better” you murmured. “you just needed someone to see you. to really see you”.

his breath hitched, jaw clenched like he didn’t know how to accept the softness. so you gave him something he could hold onto.

“i’m so proud of you, ben”

you felt the quiet tremor of it in his chest as he finally shifted, turning just enough to bury his face against your belly. his arms wrapped around your waist, clinging, holding on. not like a weapon this time, but like an anchor.

you curled around him, you were the protective one for once. tenderly scratching his upper back.

his eyes were glassy, rimmed and red, but the storm in them had quieted. he placed a few scratchy kisses to your stomach before looking up at you.

“hey” he said hoarsely, like it almost hurt “i love you”.

it was raw and real, he didn’t say those words three words often, always claimed it was too ‘weak’ for a man to show emotion.

but right now, he said them, and meant every word.

you smiled tender and soft, brushing a stray hair back from his forehead.

leaning down, kissed him slow and sure, like you meant it. a reminder you weren’t going anywhere, that he wasn’t a fuck-up, or a disappointment, or anything other than your sweet benjamin.

when you pulled back, he exhaled a breath you didn’t know he’d been holding. his arms tightened just slightly around your waist, and his cheek nuzzled into the swell of your breasts.

“just rest baby, i got you” you cooed softly, holding him until he drifted off to sleep against you, feeling a wave of warmth he hadn’t known was ever possible again.

₊˚ପ⊹ all i wanna do is comfort him and tell him everything’s gonna be okay.

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Bad girl turned good

Stoner! Ashton Irwin x F reader fting Luke NSFW 18+ MDNI

Summary- You haven’t been a good girl, and Ashton decides to punish you, but he has to rehearse a new song, why not play with you both and better yet why not have your best friend help with discipline?

Tw- smut, nsfw, threesome kind of, choking, orgasm denial, your panties get shoved in your mouth, edging, cock warming, degrading kink, hair pulling, praise, all consensual, weed use

An- For @fadingintothegrey my personal little devil😭🫶🏼 there might be a part two I’m not sure

Word count- 3k

“You have some fucking nerve” Ashton hissed in your ear as you made your way over onto his lap. The words whispered into your ear made your core throb with need. You knew a punishment would be underway, but you knew it would be worth it.  

You both sat inside the booth at the studio. Luke called and asked if he could come in for a bit for recording. You wanted to spend the day with him and have just his attention but now his attention would be going somewhere else. Ashton offered for you to come with him and took up the opportunity. 

You had been acting like a brat all day. On the way to the studio, you had teased him, running your hand up and down his thighs. Telling him what you wanted him to do to you. You had wanted his attention, why? You didn’t know, you just wanted his attention on you, no one else. Fine, you’ll show him what he can’t have then.  

During the whole duration of Luke and Ashton talking about the plans of the next upcoming album you had spent the entire time reading him. Luke’s back was turned to you, talking to Ashton about his vocal takes. “I was thinking maybe take this line, and just have some sort of drum solo?” Luke says, putting some suggestion in.  

Luke sitting across from him, you behind Luke sitting on the lounge chair. You were started to get antsy again. And the way Ashton was looking today didn’t help. His arms were bigger, and his hair looking a little shagged, he had played a few things for Luke, so he was a little sweaty.  

But fuck, he looked good. 

An idea popped into your head. Luke couldn’t see you, and you were sure you could be quiet and stealthy enough to get away with it.  

Ashton continued to listen to Luke before you attention pulled his eyes away. You already had a plan earlier, but you didn’t think it would work until this perfect opportunity happened. 

“And I think it would sound….” Ashton started to tune out Luke, paying close attention to the way your hands started to travel around your own body. Feeling up your thighs and slowly trailing your hands up to your tits. Squeezing your thighs together trying to get some sort of friction or relief. You made sure to wear a skirt and a lose fitted top. The more your hands trailed higher, the more the skirt was getting bunched up, exposing more skin.  

Ashton’s jaw started to clench, hand curling to a white-knuckle fist. Ashton knew you had been craving his touch all day, but he also knew you knew how to behave. Especially when he’s working.  

“Sounds good” Ashton says, biting through his tongue. “Perfect, I’ll go and grab the rest of the equipment, and we can start” Luke said exiting out the room not before saying “And, Y/N?” Your name being brought up brought your eyes up to Luke. Before he turned around you straightened out your skirt and shirt. You turn on your most innocent look that you could muster up. Hoping he wouldn't take notice to your blushing cheeks. "Yes, Luke?” You ask playing innocent “Behave” Luke responds, catching you off guard.  

“I am behaving” you say batting your eye lashes with a small smile. You knew you were working Ashton up to all high hell and you loved it. Luke smirks, rolling his eyes and leaving the room. Ashton sat quietly and watched the exchange; he kept an eye on you though. His eyes took their time looking you up and down. Taking in the way you were sitting so pretty, he couldn’t wait to fuck you silly.  

You both watched Luke make his way out the room. Ashton sat in silence as he waited a few seconds, watching the door. Before you could speak up Ashton grabbed you by the wrist.  

Pushing you up against the wall. “You have some fucking nerve, working me up like that. Teasing me, all because I didn’t give you some cock.” Hand fist full of your hair, forcing you to hold eye contact with him.  

Ashton’s free hand started to trail up your inner thigh, slowly finding his way to your core. “Mmm, is this what you want?” He whispered in your ear, hands getting closer and closer. “Do you want me to touch you? Fuck you even?” He asked, fake concern in his voice “you just need me so bad don’t you, can’t get any relief without me so you act like a brat to get what you want” Ashton continued to speak in your ear. 

“I bet you were thinking about getting caught huh, baby” As Ashton finished his sentence he slips is fingers inside your pussy, “god, you’re so tight, how long has it been since you’ve had me?” He rhetorically asks, continuing to fuck his fingers in and out of you, taking his time, “so warm and wet, perfect for my cock, huh” he continues.  

Slowly fucking his fingers into you, taking his time. The feeling of him stretching you open and whispering filthy things in your ear was bringing you closer to the edge. Before you could finish Ashton slips his fingers outside of you. 

Ashton took you by the hand, walking into the booth. Taking a seat on his chair behind the drum set.  Ashton bent you over the drum kit. Legs spread apart for him. Pressing his bulge against your core, grinding against you. Giving you a feel of what you were in store for. You could feel how big he was despite not being inside of you. He was so thick and long, you loved it. The wait he stretched you out, making you scream into his pillows or chest.

Ashton stopped moving rutting against you abruptly. “I didn’t even fuck you that long with my fingers and you’re already a mess” he says. As you were bent over Ashton started to rut against you again. Feeling his cock through his jeans pressed up against you harsher and rougher. Giving you more relief. “You have been such a slut, you wanted to get caught, didn’t you? Are you that much of a whore one cock isn’t enough, you need two”

Grasping your wrists, making you stand again, turning you around to face him. Reaching down Ashton reaches into his pants to pull his cock out, slowly jerking himself off. You stood before him; fuck you wanted him now. “Give me your panties” he orders holding eye contact with you. You didn’t move right away, just continuing to watching himself jerk himself off. Wanting to suck the precum off the tip of his cock.

The way his big hand wrapped around his big cock made your mouth water. You were finally getting what you wanted. Ashton spoke, tired of you standing and waiting “Now”. You quickly slip off your panties, handing them to him. Ashton takes them from you, shoving them in his pocket. “You want cock so bad, I’ll give it to you, little whore” he says. Ashton continued to stroke himself, making you stand and watch him, your mouth started to water from the thought of possibly sucking his cock but he had different plans this time. “I am flattered though, baby. I’m glad to know your cunt can’t get off without my help. Makes me think you really are addicted to my cock” He continues making sure your attention was where he wanted it. Drawing more moans and whimpers from your lips from the lack of touch from him. “Why don’t we give Luke a show when he gets back, huh? Why not be a good girl for both us and give us a pretty show?”  

“You’re going to cock warm me, and you’re going to behave and stop acting like a fucking brat.” Ashton says, taking note that Luke still wasn’t back. Lining his cock up with your entrance slipping inside. Feeling your wet tight cunt wrapped around him felt amazing. Like the equivalent of going to heaven. Grasping your hips Ashton slowly started to fuck into you. “You’ve been working me up all day, acting like a brat, putting on a show, just for some cock. Such a bad girl, I thought you were a good girl. Following every command I have.” He chuckles into your hair.

Reaching over tugging you up by your hair. Crying out from the mixed pleasure and pain he was bringing you. “Remember, baby, behave and put on a good show” he says, pushing your hair from your face, placing a kiss on your lips. You now sat in Ashton’s lap, letting his cock slip into you.

The feeling of him slipping inside like a fitted glove made your legs shake. You hadn’t been fucked by him in so long. You had been waiting for this and you were finally getting it. You were trying not think about the cock inside your cunt.  The more you thought about it the more turned on you became and it was getting harder trying to not fuck yourself onto him.

In walks Luke, closing the door behind him “Sorry that took so long, I got us some weed, Ash” he speaks up with a smile.  

Ashton replies “perfect”, his hands were now rubbing your thighs, tracing your skin again. He felt so warm and big. You wanted his hands all over your body. You didn’t notice that Luke walked into the booth, Ashton pushes his seat away from the drum kit and bit. Giving Luke space to stand between you and the kit.  

“Has she been behaving?” He asks, joint now lit and between his lips. Taking a drag, he passes it over to Ashton. “No, she’s a brat, you know that Luke” Ashton speaks up, taking a few puffs. This causes Luke to raise his brows “oh, is that so?”  

“Ashton says you’ve been a brat, baby” Luke says, cupping your chin in one hand, bringing your eyes up to his. “I think she needs a punishment” he mumbles under his breath, lips barely grazing yours. “I have the right idea” Ashton speaks up thrusting his hips harshly against yours, drawing out a loud moan.  

As your mouth opens and parts wider, Luke takes a drag of the joint, blowing the smoke into your mouth, bringing you into a deep kiss. As your lips part you slowly breath the smoke out. “Maybe we could use her noises for some vocals, she sounds so pretty” Ashton suggests. Luke smiles at the suggestion, the thought of performing a song that contained your sinful sounds.  

The way they spoke about you like you were some mere fuck toy to them made your pussy clench tighter around Ashton. “Oh, fuck” Ashton groans, he was throbbing hard inside you, but this was your punishment but the feeling of your clenching around him felt so good.  

“Too bad, it’s a shame, would love for everyone to hear your pretty voice but it’s just for us, right?” Ashton asks, tugging your head up, placing kisses along your exposed neck. “Too bad we have to work huh” Ashton jokes out.  

Luke exits the booth, turning on the recording, and setting up the audio. “Alright, pretty girl, we have to record, so be quiet, and maybe you’ll get a reward” he speaks up shooting you a wink. You tried your best to respond but all you could do was nod your head. 

Your head felt so fuzzy, and your pussy felt so good and stuffed full. As Ashton started to drum and get more hyped the more, he would fuck up into you. Bringing your hand up trying to muffle your sounds as best as you can.  

A few whimpers slipping here and there, your back draped across Ashton’s chest, head leaned back against his shoulder.  Ashton had headphones on but made sure to leave one ear available to listen to your whimpers. The feeling of you clenching around him making him drum harder and faster. Thinking of the ways he was going to fuck you silly.

Every time Ashton lifted his leg for the floor pedal, he would fuck up into you. Edging you closer and closer. “Don’t you dare cum” he would whisper into your ear, reminding you of your punishment. “You wanted to be used like a whore, so I’ll treat you that way” he whispered harshly. This sentence caused you to let out a louder whimper.  

“Uh ohhh” Luke would tease through the speaker, “gotta re-do it again, doll over there was too loud” he speaks up. The way you looked, your skirt pushed up farther, exposing more skin, your shirt bunched up, you looked like a fucked-out mess. Your brain was mush. Between the weed, the way they degraded you, and the way Ashton was fucking into was too much. You could feel yourself getting closer.  

Ashton let out a ‘tsk’ in your ear. “Can’t even listen to simple instructions, can you? Are you that cock drunk already?” He says, running his hands up your body, pushing your shirt up, exposing your laced black bra. “Fuck, did you wear that just for us, honey? You wanted to be all pretty huh?” Luke speaks up. You were still catching your breath from the way Ashton edged you on. The way he would grunt in your ear and huff and play like you weren’t there. Ashton felt so good inside you, thick and long, he always knew how to use you, fuck you, and tease you. Tracing your body with his fingertips during the breaks in the recordings. Every time he didn't have to play and just listen, he would whisper filthy things.  

Before continuing Ashton reached into his pocket, grabbing his own joint and lighting it. Letting the smoke fill his lungs and welcome the feeling of his high. Bringing the joint up to your lips, you take a few hits. You loved the feeling of it all the weed, the attention, the teasing. You couldn't get enough of it. "Fuck, been needing that, waited all day to use it" you weren't sure if Ashton was speaking about you or the joint, but you didn't mind.

After taking a few puffs he lets the object rest between his lips going between smoking it and blowing the smoke into your mouth. Pressing his lips against your, tasting your lips.

“Time to start again, sweets, try and be quiet this time” Luke teased out. Seeing you all breathless and panting for breath was captivating. The way you looked, cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, skirt and shirt pushed to the side. “I have an idea, let's put these to some actual use, open” Ashton says balancing the joint between his lips while speaking, pulling your panties out. “We need you to be quiet, and we can’t have you messing it up” Ashton says, bunching them up and putting them in your mouth. 

Before continuing Ashton comes close to you “If it becomes too much, tap me three times and we can stop” he says looking you in your eyes. Glossy from the edging and teasing. Taking the panties out for a second “Color?” he says, he wants to take control of you, but he wanted to do it the right way. And the way you trusted him and his friend meant a lot to him. Giving a small smile you reply with “Green, I’m ready” you speak up as best as you can.  Ashton gives you a kiss and stuffs the panties back where they belong.  

“She did behave in the beginning, tried so hard to be good for us, right?” Ashton speaks up, deciding you deserve some praise, slowly lifting your hips again and bringing them back down harshly. The tight grasp he had on your body was needed as your body was pliant against his. The harsh edging from being bounced around a bit was making it hard for you to be quiet. Reaching up and around your body, he pulls your panties out from your stuffed mouth. Your mouth was still slacked open. “Careful, doll, you don’t want me to stuff that mouth, do you?” Luke speaks up from the other room. Ashton went back to play for a little bit. Hearing your muffled moans being drowned out by the panties. The tears of pleasure and sensitivity coming out. Luke and Ashton knew your thighs would be wet and sticky from the wetness of your pussy.  

“Remember, no cumming, you are meant to cock warm me, if you do well, you'll get your reward, baby” Ashton says tossing the bud of the joint to the side, wrapping his hand around your throat bringing you closer. Taking this quick second to feel you up again. Fuck if he had a camera he would take the prettiest pictures of you. Take them with him wherever he toured. Use them to get off, maybe steal a few more pairs of your panties to take on the road.  

“I can’t wait to fill you to the brim with my cum” he seethes into your ear. The dominance was dripping from his tongue. You knew he was going to fuck your brains out if you did what he said so you nod your head. “You’ll take it so good. You’re so good at taking my cock” He continues to rant in your ear. “You just want me to use you don’t you, such a whore for me, putting on a show for Luke” he seethes further feeling you clench tighter around him.  

“You ready to be fucked out? To be used like you’re nothing” Ashton asks, trying to be quiet with the music playing. “Tell me you’re ready, baby. Be a good girl and tell me "He demands. 

“I-I’m ready” you stammered through, voice shaky barely above a whisper.  Ashton brings his attention back up to Luke giving him the ‘go ahead’ to start recording.  

As Ashton started up again, the feeling of him shifting beneath you wasn’t too much for you. As long as he didn't hit the foot pedal you could be quiet. The feeling of his knee lifting you up and partially fucking you deeper. The way it would shift your body around, slightly bouncing up and down, giving you feeling of being fucked that you craved. 

He hit the foot pedal.  

Before you could finish your thought, you brought your hand up to your mouth, muffling your moans. Focusing on being quiet and trying not to cum.  

The way his cock was shifting in and out of your pussy, like it was teasing you, giving you a glimpse of what he was going to do to you later tonight. “Alright, that recording was good” Luke speaks up, smirk prevalent. Luke made his way back into the booth. When he and Ashton spoke about this, they were a little worried that it might be too much. Making sure a safe word was in and understood between everyone. This was like a happy little surprise for them, perfect timing to be in a brat mood. “Good job, baby, you’re doing so well” Ashton says, smoothing your hair out your face. Placing a kiss onto your jaw. “You did so good listening the second time” Luke joins in back to standing in between you both and the drum kit.  

Luke cups your cheeks into the palms of his hands. Having you look up at him. “Can you open those pretty eyes for me, doll” Luke wonders out loud, a new rolled joint between his lips. He had a glint in his eyes, taking in your form, drowning himself in your eyes.  

“Fuck, she feels so good, and she behaved just like we asked” Ashton replies, leaving marks along your neck, shirt long tossed to the side of the room. Where did it go? You weren’t sure, you were just focused on pleasing the two men giving you a punishment.  

“I bet, her thighs are soaked, fuck” Luke gasped out, taking the blunt from between his lips he places it between yours. Letting you take a hit. “You feel good, baby? You like being used like a fuck toy” Ashton speaks up, still slowly fucking up into you. You nod your head; body now limp against his chest. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation you had been feeling for the last few hours.  

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pairing: soldier boy x fem!reader

summary: soldier boy finds the perfect punishment for your disobedient lil ass.

cw: 18+ smut, pure filth (sorry not sorry), dom!sb x sub!reader, sb jerking off, reader gets punished, sb makes you lick his cum off the table, degradation, humiliation, swearing (shit, fuck), name calling (cumslut, slut, pathetic), a bit of manhandling, mention of drugs (weed/joint), sb is overall a meanie. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

word count: 1144

julia yaps: this is the most warnings ive yet put out 😩 i need to take a shower to wash away this sinful writing. (i giggled like a lil bitch while writing this)

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“i’ve had it up to here with your shit, sit down” he commanded, pointing to the wooden chair by the coffee table. his voice hoarse and low. the veins on his hands popping.

his brows frowned in a furious expression. oh you fucked up, you wanted to see how far his patience went, you were an absolute brat all day and now as the two of you are alone – oh he will show you just how much your behaviour infuriated him.

“i said sit the fuck down” he repeated himself before grabbing you with his big hands by the shoulders and forcing you to sit down. you weren’t going to lie – you were a bit scared but even more turned on.

his broad and muscular physique towering over you as he stood in front of you, you stay sat, a little scared to disobey him, not wanting him more angry than he already is, and looking especially intimidating in his green suit.

you looked up at him with your big doe eyes, but it was too little too late for your innocent act. you’ve been acting up all day long, whining and whispering into his ear at the most inappropriate moments about how you need him inside you, touching him up under the table and the backseat of butcher’s car, making his cock hard knowing damn well there is no way of fixing it because of all the work there was to be done.

he was angry, fed up of your teasing, but most importantly he needed to teach you how to behave, to put you back into your place. and he knew just the perfect punishment for you.

“now, you’re going to sit here and watch me jerk my meat” he explained as he started unbuckling his thick belt from the green suit. your eyes widened a bit, not expecting such harsh turn of events, you honestly expected something along the lines of him angrily fucking you or spanking you until you beg him to stop, anything like that. your eyes focused on his hands that were unzipping his pants.

“b-but–“ you stuttered but he cut you off before you could spit out your sentence. “no talking, and i want to see your hands on the table, don’t you dare touch yourself” his glare burning right through you making you place your palms on the table.

soldier boy whipped out his hard girthy cock and wasted no time, spitting on his hand and starting to pump himself right in front of your eyes. the coffee table in between you two separating you from reaching out, from being able to touch it. you let out a shaky breath at the sight of his pink tip already producing pearly pre cum that you wanted to lick right off.

you looked up into his eyes, your begging gaze not working on him this time. “eyes down you little slut, keep watching what you can’t have” his tone leaving no space for argument. you watched as he jerked himself right in front of you, your plump lips parted, mouth watering. your hands clenching into a fist wishing you could be the one playing with his big size.

“you shouldn’t have been such a fucking brat and this cock would’ve been buried deep inside you right now” he chuckled at your pathetic little pout, his hand pumping himself quicker, his mouth flying open as his breathing got heavier.

he was close, you could tell by his breathing pattern, by the way his cock twitched in his hand. his hooded eyes staring right at you as his hand worked his way up to his high. you squeezed your legs together, rubbing you thighs in a desperate attempt to calm your aching pussy.

soldier boy’s chest heaved up and down as the wave hit over him, a groan slipping his lips as his cock shoots thick white ropes all over his hand and spilling all over the table. he wiped his hand off his pants.

“clean it up” he ordered as he was trying to catching his breath, pointing at the table. you looked up at him with sad puppy eyes, thinking about how much of a waste it was that his cum wasn’t inside you right now.

you stood up to get the paper towels but he stopped you in your tracks, pushing you back down. “ah ah, with your tongue” he clicked his tongue before giving you a smug smirk, putting his dick back in his pants.

his words made your heart beat faster and panties drenched. you gave him the ‘wait you’re serious?’ look. soldier boy didn’t fail to notice your questioning look.

“don’t make me repeat myself” his tone threatening, he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for you to obey his orders.

you realised he was serious, you swallowed hard before lowering your face at the table. your eyes on him. he gave you a clear sign he was waiting for you to do it. he raised his brow in a ‘what are you waiting for’ way.

he knew this act was highly degrading, humiliating in other words, but if that’s what it takes to put you back in your place then he had no problem making you do it.

you lowered your face to the surface of the table and gave it a big lick, lapping up his load onto your tongue and swallowing it. soldier boy smirked, enjoying how rosy your cheeks are getting from embarrassment. “still got some there” he nodded with his head, almost letting out a laugh, impressed with how obedient yet freaky you can be.

you continued licking off the excess semen with your tongue, his cum tasting quite salty and bitter from all the joints he’s been smoking. but it’s not like you mind, you got used to the taste and even learned to like it.

“attaaaa girl, showing your true nature– the filthy cumslut that you are” soldier boy mocked with his typical chuckle. he was absolutely amused at this, you could tell he very much enjoyed this “fuck, you look absolutely pathetic right now”

once the table was cleaned you lifted your head up and looked up at him with pink cheeks, wiping your chin from the leftovers, sitting so nicely and so innocently in the chair, like you hadn’t just licked his load off the fucking table.

he let out a breathy chuckle, walking up closer to you, his still half-hard cock poking through his pants right in front of your face but he takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head up making you look up at him.

“misbehave like that again and next time i’ll make you lick it off the fucking floor” he stated before letting go of your hair and walking away, leaving you completely astonished.

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cw: cartgirl!reader x golfer!jensen.ᐟ cheating.ᐟ age gap.ᐟ tension.ᐟ flirting.ᐟ pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl).ᐟ panty stealing.ᐟ oral (m & f receiving).ᐟ risk of getting caught.ᐟ 18+

part one here — part two here

۫ ꣑ৎ i don’t condone cheating, this is all in the state of pure fiction

every summer, the club hosted the same swanky post-tournament event. a tradition older than most of the regulars. champagne flowed, cigars lit, egos inflated. it was less about golf and more about bragging rights, handshakes, and who looked best in a tucked-in polo.

and you weren’t working tonight. for once.

instead, you stood on the edge of the greenery in your flowy long dress, fancied up a bit more than the average day at work. watching from the sidelines with a sweating drink in hand and the sun warming your shoulders.

you weren’t alone, everyone and anyone had shown up. polished wives with french manicures, business partners in aviators, smug men sipping bourbon as if they were born holding it.

and there he was.

jensen ackles. stepping up to the tee like it was all for show. his gloved finger reached inside his pants pocket, rubbing the material only you knew about. followed by a quick brush of his palm over his beard.

that fucker knew what he was doing…

he set up with the perfect posture, that easy, effortless confidence in the way he gripped the club, turned his shoulders, followed through with a swing that was all muscle and precision. the ball soared just like it always did.

the crowd clapped, polite and impressed. he lowered the club, tilted his chin, and caught your eye through the crowd.

then came the wink. subtle and a quick, in your direction. a sly pat of his glove against his pant pocket... all thanks to this morning.

earlier that day…

you weren’t even supposed to be working, but you couldn't say no when they asked you to come help set up for the tournament later that day. just grabbing a few things from the storage shed tucked behind the practice green before the day would turn hectic. the morning air was heavy with early summer heat, dew still clinging to the grass.

you were minding your business, bent over rooting through a crate of drink sleeves, when you heard him.

“you always start your mornings like this?” his voice was low and startled you.

you turned, and there he was, jensen.

already dressed for the tournament, hat backwards, sleeves hugging the thick curve of his biceps, looking like he’d stepped straight out of a golf commercial. the same smirk tugged at his lips, like he knew exactly how to get to you.

"didn’t know i had an audience this early” you said, pretending your pulse wasn't hammering in your chest.

he took a step closer, slow and lazy. "need'a have my head in the game today, can't have any distractions” he glanced down at your lips, licking his own.

"well then.." you paused awkwardly clasping your hands together "this area's off limits to players, staff only" you pointed to the sign on the sheds door.

"mmh" he nodded pursing his lips, as if pondering your implication. "that mean you gonna stop me?" he took another step closer. the hidden meaning behind this man's words didn't go unnoticed.

you should’ve stopped him, you really should’ve.

you barely knew the guy. just a name, some drinks bought with generous tips, a handful of flirtatious banter and practice golf-lessons across the sun-drenched fairways in the past few weeks.

he was older and everything about him screamed complication. you didn't know shit about his home life. he came to the golf course to get away from all of it.

but the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing on the planet worth ruining his morning for, made the protest fade into thin air.

he stood so close, you could smell the fresh-cut grass on him, the bite of his cologne, the mint on his breath. you let out a soft whimper when he placed one palm flat beside your head, the other trailing light over your hip like he was testing restraint.

and then he kissed you. not soft, not hesitant. he was done pretending.

his mouth found yours with heat and hunger, lips parting yours as his hand gripped your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him. you gasped, just slightly, and that was all he needed. his tongue sliding in, slow and claiming, like he had all day to taste you. the roughness from his beard scratching and reddening your upper lip.

his hand slid down, fingers teasing the hem of your skirt, not pushing yet, just threatening. the pressure of his body pinning against you, the firm press of his thigh between yours.

"you’re real dangerous, you know that?” he muttered, voice thick, mouth dipping down to kiss along your pulse point “might fuck up my swing today".

“jensen…” you whisper, breath hitching, fingers holding onto his dark blue polo collar. your hips buck forward on instinct as he slid two thick fingers between your thighs, toying with the fabric covering your sensitive cunt.

your voice barely reached him. you weren’t even sure it counted as a warning.

because he didn’t stop, the way your body reacted to every inch of his touch gave it away. he grazed his thumb over your clit, voice low in your ear “already soaking for me, pretty girl”

then came the clang—a golf club hitting pavement, somewhere around the corner. followed by muted laughter and chatter of other players.

your eyes flew open, nerves firing abruptly.

“we can’t, not here” you whispered, frantic and breathless, a tremor in your voice that sounded far more turned-on than convincing. one of your hands met the curve of his wrist, stilling his movements.

he didn’t pull back. just paused for a beat, eyes flicking up to yours, dark with something dangerous.

“then i’ll be quick" he promised.

with maddening grace, he slipped his fingers from you, hooked them in the waistband of your panties, and dragged them down your thighs. they dropped like silk around your ankles.

before you could process it, he crouched, snagged them in his fist, and shoved them into the front pocket of his golf pants like it was nothing.

“you’ll get 'em back later,” he muttered, dragging one last kiss up your throat, just below your jaw. “after i win.”

then he stepped back, looking frustratingly untouched. while you were panting, heart in your throat, and very much aware that you were now bare beneath your tiny skirt in the middle of the golf course.

so as you watched him pat that front pocket like a goddamn good luck charm, you couldn't help but conceal a smile behind the rim of your drink.

round after round, he kept climbing the leaderboard. it was a tournament style you’d half-listened to the manager explain that morning. players slowly being eliminated, narrowing it down to the best. and jensen kept making the cut.

sinking putts, nailing drives, moving through each round like it was second nature.

you stayed watching from the sidelines. behind shaded tents and near the cocktail tables, surrounded by country club regulars. every time he lined up a shot, your eyes were on him. on the confident way he adjusted his grip, the crease of his brow in concentration, the way that stupid cap barely tamed the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck.

and when he made it to the final round, when he won? you weren’t surprised, not in the least.

because jensen already took a victory lap between your thighs before the first ball was ever hit.

the post-tournament reception was already in full swing by the time you slipped inside. dim lights, high ceilings, soft jazz humming through the air. glasses clinked, polished shoes clicked across tiled floors, and laughter from cigar-laced voices rolled in waves.

you hung out around the bar, talking with some co-workers while sipping on a drink to pass the time.

“didn’t see you cheering for me" jensens voice met the side of your ear as his hand rested against the small of your back.

you turned to the side taking in all of him. his hair was damp from a quick shower, shirt freshly changed but still snug across his chest. a whiskey in his hand.

“I cheered” you said, feigning offense.

“uh-huh.” his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek. “must’ve worked. i won, didn’t I?” he took a slow sip of his drink, eyes dragging down the length of you and back up again, letting it linger.

“you did, guess you were just on your best game today”

“or maybe,” he leaned in, the faint smell of whiskey on his breath “s'because i had a little extra luck in my pocket”

your eyes glaze over the many people in the room, all to which are engaged in their own conversations. as if someone was going to hear.

"you forget already sweetheart?” he hummed.

you hadn’t forgotten, not for a second. not the way his hand had felt beneath your skirt. his fingers brushing just shy of where you needed him most. and definitely not the way he’d tugged the lace down your thighs and slipped it into his pocket like he was claiming a trophy.

not to mention the calculated walk back to your car, keeping both hands on the edge of said skirt so the breeze wouldn't give anything away.

“you seriously played an entire tournament with them on you?” you managed, voice low, cheeks flushed.

he raised his glass in a mock toast. “drove my best game all season.”

you bit your lip, heat blooming all the way down your spine. "and here i thought that was just natural talent".

he chuckled rich and deep "m'only here one more night before I fly back, y'wanna keep talking about it or test that theory somewhere's more private, pretty girl?" tilting your chin up to meet his eyes with the pad of his thumb.

he didn’t give you time to overthink your answer, just that cocky smirk, the lightest tug of your hand in his and then the hush of the hallway as he guided you past the party.

Somewhere quieter. Somewhere private.

jensen's lips are back on yours before a single word’s spoken. he's hungry and desperate just like this morning. one hand in your hair, the other already tugging at the thin strap of your dress.

you melt into it, fingers curling into his chest, feeling the firmness of muscle.

“been wantin this..." he breathes between kisses, his lips brushing yours. he's everywhere's, your jaw, the base of your throat, shell of your ear. “for weeks” another kiss. “you have no idea how hard s'been.”

his voice dips, hand gripping your waist like he’s trying to ground himself. “watchin’ you in that damn cart. tiny lil' skirts, actin’ like you don’t know what you’re doing t'me.”

your dress slides off your shoulders in one smooth pull, pooling at your feet.

“you weren’t exactly subtle either,” you whisper, fingers fisting in the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his head and messing his hair slightly in the process.

you’re down to your bra and panties, and he’s shirtless, belt undone. his palms are hot on your skin, thumbs stroking just under the curve of your ribs, tracing the lace.

“go on, pretty girl” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding it low over his stomach, under the open waistband of his pants. “you can touch”

your hands meet the warm skin of his lower belly, thumbs smoothing against the trail of hair leading down towards his boxers. you were bold now, pushing at the waistband of his pants and slipping them down.

it's not until he's left in his boxers, cupping your jaw gently, thumb brushing over your plump bottom lip “you sure, sweetheart?” he asked laced with rough restraint. “you still got time to change your mind.”

"no.." you bat your doe eyes up at him, lowering to your knees. " i need you" setting free his strained erection.

jensens jaw flexes like he's fighting himself, hands tightening slightly where they hover at your shoulders.

"fuck" he mutters, voice ragged, as his eyes trace every inch of you kneeling before him. his thumb brushes your cheek, then drags lower, grazing over your bottom lip.

"look at you" he says, almost in awe. “such a pretty fuckin’ girl.”

the praise hits you low in your belly, and you lean into his touch, lips parting. he presses the pad of his thumb to your tongue, and you suck it in without hesitation.

“that mouth's gonna ruin me" he hisses.

you hum around his thumb, slow and deliberate. fingers curling around the base of his cock. he’s hot and heavy in your palm, and the soft hitch in his breathing tells you exactly how much he likes it.

“so good with your hands” he rasps, dragging his thumb free from your mouth stringing with saliva, replacing it with the swollen head of his cock. “told you, didn’t i?”

your lips part further, breath warm against him as you nod, brushing a kiss over the tip.

he groans, one hand gripping your hair, the other curling under your jaw again.

“there we go” he coos, when you slowly pump his base in your palm "just like I taught you, nice and relaxed"

you swirl your tongue around the head, slow and deliberate, watching his jaw clench, the veins in his forearm tightening where he grips your hair. he’s unraveling—bit by bit—and you feel it in the way his hips stutter forward.

“fuck” he groans, voice like gravel. “feels too good—too fuckin’ good”

you hollow your cheeks, about to take him deeper when his hands suddenly tug, firm but gentle.

“wait—shit—wait,” he breathes, pulling you up by your shoulders, lips covered in his pre-cum and spit.

“don’t wanna waste it,” he mutters, and there’s a glint in his eye, something wild. “wanna cum with you wrapped around me.”

you’re still catching your breath when his mouth crashes against yours, messy and deep. he’s got one hand cupping your jaw again, the other sliding down the curve of your spine to the swell of your ass, pulling you flush against him.

and then his fingers dip between your thighs, dipping beneath your panties, already soaked through. guiding you back against the bed.

he groans low in his throat. “so wet for me, sweetheart,” he coos. “been wantin’ to taste this pretty pussy all fuckin’ day.”

he sinks to his knees, dragging your panties down your legs. he starts off slow and calculated. pads of his fingers run through your slick folds. thighs clamping around his head when his tongue starts working you open.

the beard chafe against your cunt was brutal, rough scratching and scraping leaving your inner thighs blossoming red. two thick digits slide inside you, curling just right to rip a mewl from your throat.

you’re too far gone to think straight, until you feel it. the press of something cold.

at first you thought nothing of it. but then your eyes flick down. you're bare and open, his mouth on you like worship and all you can see is the little band of silver around his left ring finger.

"j—jensen..." you moan in an attempt to protest, voice wavering, trying to find a grip on the swirling storm of your thoughts. the cold press of the wedding band against your pussy haunts you.

but he doesn’t pause nor does he pull away. his eyes meet yours and there's a flicker of something dark, something raw in them.

his fingers were covered in your slick, dripping down his chin, through his beard, and glistening against that silver wedding band.

he sees it, seen what you'd noticed. the wedding band that was always hidden behind the golf glove. the one that he never mentioned before.

he hums low, the sound vibrating through you as he pulls back just enough to speak “shh, don’t think sweetheart". lips still brushing against your skin. “feels good doesn’t it?"

"but—" you weakly protest again.

"i can’t," he hisses, the words escaping in a broken gasp. "can’t stop now."

he’s not holding back, not now, not when you’re like this. falling apart for him. his lips are back on you again, muffled groans vibrating against your skin as he sinks deeper, faster, pushing you to the edge.

all thoughts that were clouding your mind quickly fade when he pumps his fingers and sucks your clit hard between his lips.

"oh shit..." you gasp again, your chest rising and falling rapidly. feeling that hot coil in your belly ready to snap. tangling your hands in the downy brown hair of his for leverage.

he groans in response, fingers never stopping their relentless motion, tongue working your clit with skilled precision. his eyes never leave you, watching your every reaction.

"gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he growls, his voice rough, his grip tightening on your thighs.

you nod, unable to form words. every muscle in your body tensing, writhing and bucking against his face. his fingers press deeper, tongue flicking faster, hitting that spot inside you over and over until the pressure becomes too much.

“let go,” he urges, his voice barely above a whisper, but you hear the command beneath it. “let go for me, sweetheart.”

and then it hits you, hard and sudden. heart thumping out of your chest, body trembling as waves of pleasure ripple through you. his name falls from your lips in a broken moan, continuing to work you through it.

only when your body went limp beneath him does he finally pull away, his lips and fingers glistening with your cum.

you’re still a panting mess, thighs burning and red when he presses his fingers to your lips, the wedding band pearly and gleaming against your skin.

he’s not even looking at you as he drags his fingers over your mouth, coating your swollen lips in your own cum. his gaze is fixed on the band, the metal catching the light in a way that makes you shiver.

"y'made a mess" he murmurs, voice dark and low, his thumb running slowly over your bottom lip, smearing it around "think you can clean it up for me sweetheart?"

your mouth parts instinctively, lips still swollen and tingling from the pleasure he just wrecked you with.

"go on and clean it, don't get all shy on me now"

you hesitate for just a second. your mind caught in the gaze of the man you’d given yourself to, the man whose wedding band now feels like a mark.

but then his thumb brushes over your lip again, urging you, guiding you to take it, and you do.

the metal of the ring presses against your tongue, and then the taste of yourself floods your senses. salty, slick, and undeniably intimate. the realization makes your stomach turn in the most twisted way.

his fingers move just slightly, urging you to take it all, and you do. the band slides deeper between your lips, the weight of it heavy on your tongue, coated with the slick remnants of your own arousal. you can’t stop yourself as you swirl your tongue around it, cleaning the ring, the taste of yourself lingering as you move against it.

"look at you, such a good girl" he praises, releasing his finger all coated in your spit.

the air between you thickens, charged with the kind of aftermath that feels impossible to process. his fingers linger on your chin, a soft touch. but it’s broken by a sudden, shrill ringtone, loud and cutting through the thick silence.

it’s his phone.

his hand twitches in annoyance as he pulls it from the nightstand glancing at the screen. your stomach sinks, and you see the name lighting up the display. his wife.

his thumb hovers over the answer button, a tension building in the air. for a split second, it looks like he’s going to ignore it. his gaze dark and narrowed, the weight of his gaze still heavy on you, his body still a breath away from you.

but then the phone rings again, and he curses under his breath. “fuck" he mutters, swiping to answer.

let me know what you think!

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[therealsilvermist]

Please please please do a billie x martial artist reader where billie thinks she can beat the reader in a fight but reader takes her down way too easily, finneas films it and it goes viral

An- Hi!! So sorry about taking a while😅 I started my new job and it’s kind of kept my hands full but I hope you enjoy this!!

TW- none, all fluff

Billie being the gym rat she is herself understands your love for martial arts. She loves seeing the way you can counter act someone else’s moves again you. The way you can grab and yank someone onto their back before they can even blink.

Seeing you win so many matches makes her feel like she could take you on. Surely you wouldn’t or even couldn’t be that quicker than her. Billie was quick with her feet and everyone knew that. And with the mix of her going to the gym and working out she believed she could take it.

She was wrong.

So wrong.

Painfully wrong.

“Come on, baby! Please!” Billie pleads in your ear. You both have arrived back home and you had just finished a shower. “No, babe, I’m not gonna do that and I’m not gonna hear you complain about losing either” you tease under your breathe. Heading into the kitchen, leaving Billie to sit on the couch alone.

Being met with silence is not what you expected. Billie always had a comeback, she loved getting sassy with you. Especially if it got some reaction from you.

This remarks shocks Billie. Mouth wide open, words lost and shock potent. “I could beat you, Y/N and you know it, you just don’t want to lose” Billie yells back from the couch.

Finneas was hanging out as well in the living room. Quietly watching the interaction between you and his little sister. Thinking the whole ordeal was cute he grabbed his phone and started recording quietly from the sidelines.

“You think, you can beat me?” You ask, interest peaking. You both knew that you have won many matches and have never really lost before. The more you watched her blue eyes looking back pleading into yours, you knew you would give in.

“Okay, fine, let’s do it, babe” you say putting down the cup of coffee/tea you had in your hand. Quietly making your way over to her. You stand in the center on the living room, getting into position.

Billie hopped up from the couch quickly. She was grinning and chuckling under breath. You loved that she was confident but you also loved that she was excited. Billie proceeds to take off her jewelry and put her hair up. Getting ready for her win that she believes is hers.

Finneas, still quiet and snickering in the back ground couldn’t wait for this. He knew Billie stood a chance but not against a trained martial artist. Not someone who takes classes for this specifically, and he couldn’t wait.

Before you could say anything Billie quickly charged at you, wrapping her arms around your waist trying to bring you down to the floor. Seeing as this doesn’t work, Billie somehow manages to flip herself upside down while clutching your waist.

This ordeal causes you and Finneas to let out a boisterous laugh. “What are you doing?” Finneas struggled between laughs. “Is this how you think you’ll win? Turning upside down and hanging on like a koala?” You asked, peaking down at her, seeing her flushed face and determination.

Billie ignored you both and continues to try and manipulate your body to go to the floor and lose. Shifting her body to both sides trying to cause you to lose your balance.

“May I try something babe?” You ask. Billie peaks up as best as she can from behind you. Somehow she managed to slide from in front of you, to behind you latched on.

Before she could answer you reach down and grasp her wrists from your legs and pulled her from between.

Catching Billie off breath before she can counter, you grab her right arm, gently twisting it behind her, gently kicking her knee from out behind her, causing her to go to the floor.

Before you could turn her onto her back, she turns around, grasping your hands with hers. Now kneeling with you on the floor. Just barely sitting, balancing on her tailbone.

“No, I’m gonna win” Billie grunts out, she was so persistent you couldn’t wait till you could give her a kiss.

Despite her obviously losing and not winning, the hard core belief that she would win brought Finneas over the edge.

Billie was clearly on the floor right about now. Back fully pressed against it but still putting up a good fight. Phone still in hand, capturing the entire moment between you two.

As you both wrested each other, you manage to grasp both her wrists in one hand pinning them up above her head, using the other to hold her down. “Are you done, Billie” Finneas asks, face red from laughter, you look back down to Billie seeing her flustered face.

Realizing the position you were in, you bring her hands down to her chest, where you let them rest, reaching down and giving her a kiss on her plump lips.

“Are you done, baby?” You ask, the tips of your nose connecting, Billie nods her head, giving you one more kiss before pushing you off her.

Before you can react she’s on top of you, trying to get your back to hit the floor, you counter it by grabbing her by the waist and hold her in the same pervious position.

“Okay, are you done now?” You laugh out, Billie was stubborn and hated losing, but the little pout on her lips were too cute. “I guess” Billie says rolling her eyes. Reaching to wrap her arms around your neck pulling you into a deeper kiss.

Finneas keeps recording, making sure to save it to his phone. Posting it into his story, not before asking you both. Finneas knew that this relationship was special between the both of you. He dreaded the thought of people trying to come between you both. Seeing this as a chance to show everyone how cute you both are together.

As the story stayed up on his instagram the fans started to freak out.

“Look out cute they are!” Some of the comment would say, “oh my god, Billie clearly lost but refused to accept it” or “if they break up love isn’t real.” The fans were always so supportive and loving.

Billie loved posting pictures of you both together and reading the sweet comments. She also would get jealous when the fans started to speak about how hot you are, how hot it was that you could flip her on her back so quickly, “my girlfriend” she would mumble under breath.

“Yes, your girlfriend only” you would say pulling her closer into your arms, giving one last kiss on her cheek.

[therealsilvermist]

Quit tagging y’all’s fics as x reader when it’s actually y’all’s dusty Oc stories (I block ppl that do this)