Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings
Warnings:cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia
A/N:Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
Yes. The time has come where I take requests for smut. YAYYYY. I am not the greatest at writing smut and I get flustered easily but I know how to write them. So if you request a smutshot, do not worry. It just may take a while.
To me, the most important thing to write about in smutshot rules is what you refuse to write about. So here is my list ➛
Keep in mine, I have every right to refuse your request if I do not feel comfortable with it.
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♡ What I don’t Write ♡
❏ Rape. This one is simple. I have a multitude of reasons on why I refuse to write this. And frankly, it’s plain disgusting.
❏ Minors. I’m not aging them up. I don’t care. In all honesty, I don’t care if a minor interacts with my page. I can’t do much at all. But I will not make content of a minor.
❏ Incest. I suppose I can write stepcest but incest is a big nono. I will not take any requests for incest. If I do write it, it’s when I’m at my peak of being comfortable and write it when I want to. I will refuse any incest requests but can accept stepcest.
❏ Anything with more than 3 characters. I cannot for the life of me write anything with over 3 characters (Excluding s/o). And I don’t feel comfortable.
❏ RIP to all those with a piss kink. I will NOT write anything with a piss kink. I can’t even read it. It’s so… No. I’m sorry. It makes me feel weird and not in a good way.
❏ Beastiality. Humanoid, I suppose?? But if they’re literally still a wolf for example. Yeah. No. Beastiality is incredibly wrong on so many levels. Gorou doesn’t count as beastiality before you ask. He is not a literal dog. He just has dog-like features.
❏ Temperature play. I just can’t write it so I refuse to write it. It’s difficult for me so I apologize. I do think it’s really hot tho. Haha. I’m not funny.
❏ Certain toys. Mainly the really bad ones. I can write with gags, cuffs, vibrators and that’s about it. I will not write for anything else.
❏ Cheating. I can’t and I will refuse to cheating. It’s… Weird… I dunno how to explain it. It’s weird.
❏ RIP TO LITERALLY EVERYONE. I can’t write dilfs. I’M SORRY. I can write milfs but not dilfs. So sad. I wish I could but I just can’t.
❏ Pokémon. That is it. I don’t even need to explain myself because I suppose it could count as Beastiality but I have to add this. I will not take requests for humanoid Lucario cause I’m only gonna imagine normal Lucario and I just can’t.
❏ Just any form of sexual assault in general. Again. Pretty self explainatory.
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And that should be all. I’m sorry if my rules cancel out your request but there are so many things I just can’t write. Again, if you request something, I have every right to ignore it if it makes me uncomfy. I’ve probably missed things in the rules.
Okay. I’m in a strong mood at this current moment and can find either zero to little content of Ramuda (HYPMIC). So congratulations! The first smut (I guess) on this account is gonna be dedicated to my baby! Why the hell not? I mean… It’s not really? I just wanna… Make a heated make-out sesh…
I also have the strong urge to just change up my account aesthetic as I’ve noticed I keep using the color pink. Eh. Pink account for a pink boy. I love Ramuda so much. I can’t explain the euphoria that this man gives me.
Also, cause little to no talking happens during the deed, it’s mostly just me describing the moment.
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Character: Ramuda Amemura
Franchise: Hypnosis Mic
Oneshot type: Slight Smut
Reader: Female!Reader (Writing Y/n instead of s/o. Also wearing a skirt)
Nicknames: “Onee-san” is a nickname Ramuda has given all women he meets. It’s not you two being related.
Warnings: Touching (Mainly on the thighs), heated make-out session, mentions of having sex, mentions of alcohol, grinding, cussing (Obviously), Ramuda’s dark side coming out slightly.
While I recommend that minors to not interact, I can’t really do much other than block.
All characters are 20+.
The smut is just under the cut. <33
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Moans and groans echoed the room as two figures made out on the couch. With the back of the woman pressed up against his chest, Ramuda pulled away. A string of saliva connected their tounges before snapping in the middle.
Just a moment ago, the two were having a small celebration to themselves. Something good had happened and so the two pulled out a bottle of champagne. That good thing was that (Y/n) had just been promoted as a model to work with more well known companies.
While it may not seem like big news, this was huge to them. Because she had just been promoted to work as a model wearing Ramuda’s clothing line. And to them, being able to see each other more is massive.
One glass turned into two. Two glasses turned into four. Four glasses turned into the two sucking at each other’s faces.
Make-out sessions were not rare in the house. In fact, it was quite common. They’d do it whenever they’d get their alone time. But finally, it feels like it’s going escalate into something much more than kissing. And even then, it wouldn’t be their first time.
Ramuda being a part-time rapper and still working in the fashion industry, and (Y/n) working as a model in all aspects of fashion, meant that the two very rarely got that type of alone time. But this was their time. Nobody couldn’t interrupt it now.
“That’s it, Onee-san… Keep going- Oh… Shit… ” The man groaned as his head flew back. Her ass was currently pressed up against the now growing bulge and she proceeded to move slightly. His hands were on her hips, guiding her in the directions he wanted her to go.
Slowly, those palms trailed down to her thighs and gripped them, causing her to yelp in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as his lips pressed against her neck and and began sucking on her skin.
When he finally managed to peal himself off of her, she had a purple mark. “There. Now everybody knows that you’re mine.” He grabbed her face and slammed his lips back on to hers as the two kept going at it.
His hands kept getting closer and closer to her area, causing her to whine. But still, they wouldn’t touch her. They would only go into her inner thighs, only to grab at her flesh and pull at it. Scratch marks littered her legs from Ramuda’s teasing behavior.
The two pulled away again, except this time, it was (Y/n) who made the first move. They caught the air again as she spoke up. “Ramuda- fuck… I can’t… I need you…” They were both absolutely drunk out of their minds. More (Y/n) than Ramuda.
Their hair was all messy and blush was dusted on both their cheeks. He grabbed her hip again before pulling her closer. He whispered into her ear, feeling her shutter beneath him from the warmth of his breath.
“Come on… The fun’s only just begun..” That voice. That deep sexy voice of his. Only when he’s actually relaxed does he let out this side of him, and by far was it the hottest thing she had ever heard. It gave her tingles whenever he spoke in his normal voice.
He bit at her lower lip before pushing his tounge back down her throat. She could taste the flavor of Strawberries from the lollipop he had earlier and liquor that had from their celebration. She gave an audible squeak when she felt his hand go under her skirt.
“Then again… I’m hungry for you as well…” Ramuda bit at her shoulder, his pink hair pressing up against her cheek. Slowly she bagn to undress of her shirt. She was about to pull her arm through the sleeve when something grabbed her hand. “Let’s keep clothes on, Onee-san!”
She felt slightly bummed out, thinking he was going to just end it there. That was until she felt something underneath her suddenly go… Missing. She turned to look at him and saw her panties in his hand and him licking his lips with a smirk on his face. “These do come off though…”
The pinkette pushed her forward slightly and she felt him unbuckle his belt. His hand went to his fly as he leaned in to whisper into her ear again.
“You’re not the only one who has been craving for this moment, (Y/n).”
That’s when she heard the sound of the zipper and saw his pants falling to the ground. It was going to be one long night to make up for all the time they’ve missed out on.
summary ✰ it’s the night of the slytherin bash, and, intoxicated, you almost blurt out all your relationship troubles to pansy and the boys of slytherin.
content ✰ alcohol,weed, rip. mill’s hairbrush, a big party, drunk/high people and reader, mentions of sex, mild(but just as serious) sexual assault, boyfriend being pushy, arguments, gaslighting,guilt-tripping, pansy lowkey admiring the reader and vice versa, pansy taking off your makeup for you.
a/n ✰ yes we’re having a lil party moment right on shedyool <3i think i made draco too hot in this like have i forgotten this is a pansy fic ?? and i’ve been listening to the playlist on repeat for some inspiration but now all the songs are stuck in my head yikes… anyway, happy reading :))
letting out a short yell, you bolt out the way of millicent bulstrode being chased by her own hairbrush in your dorm room, falling backwards onto your bed, then leaning up on your forearms to watch in amusement as she squeals.
“stop it, stop it!”
pansy crosses her arms, leaning in the doorway for a moment before speaking calmly despite the urgent situation, “mill, i already told you not to try any beautification spells for tonight. they take a certain finesse that you clearly…” she eyes the hairbrush, which has somehow grown teeth, “lack.”
daphne fervently attempts to throw millicent’s wand to her, having lost her own somewhere in the room, ducking whenever the hairbrush swings too low by her head and yelling encouragement to her as she wails.
“it’s gonna bloody eat me!”
you glance over to pansy, your lips quirked but still fighting the brighter grin that tries to force its way upon your mouth, one brow raised. she looks back with a smirk, raising her brows lazily, then pulls out her wand at last.
sure, you have yours, but come on! this is quality entertainment.
muttering a spell under her breath, the hairbrush rises, letting out a sharp, plasticky sound, teeth gnashing at the unknown force which has suddenly halted its rampage. then, thin, dark cracks begin to show upon its surface as it travels higher and higher into the air, finally letting out one last high-pitched sound before exploding into hot pink shards of plastic onto the wooden floor of the room.
millicent makes a lacklustre attempt of trying to catch certain pieces that are still falling, whining about how it was her favourite hairbrush. daphne drops the wand and falls back onto her duvet, exasperated, and you watch ahead in shock.
“blimey, pansy, couldn’t you have just done ‘finite’?” you ask, eyes wide.
“’s not nearly as much fun,” she grins, bounding over to the large, dark oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, “now, ladies. what are we going to wear for the slytherin bash?”
“i bagsy y/n’s black dress!” daphne pipes up, bouncing to sit cross-legged on her bed.
“no, you bloody well don’t!”
you look in the mirror of the vanity, tucking back a few strands of hair out of your face and looking down at your silky emerald dress, the neckline dipping a little at your chest, the straps thin.
“whatever, i actually might look better in the green, anyway.”
slinking out from the bathroom, daphne fixes the button on the back of the dress she’s wearing, the black fabric clinging to her skin, “you definitely do.”
“you’re just saying that to keep my dress, aren’t you?”
“maybe so. but you’re still very pretty.” she pecks your cheek and sits on her bed, fixing her curled hair in a compact mirror and swaying slightly to the thumping music already playing downstairs.
pansy pulls at her dress, leaning onto the vanity and applying a thin coat of red lipstick over her lips, looking at you through the glass “she’s not wrong. you look nice.”
you swallow, blinking at your reflection. you’ve brushed your brows, applied some blush, and a little smokey eyeliner, but nothing much. you don’t mind letting your skin breathe a little, anyway.
“thanks, pansy.” you eye her loose, sparkling, red dress, neckline dipping so low on her chest that you feel the sudden need to look away, instead focusing on her light-green eyes which never actually ceased intensely tracking the movements of your iris. “so do you.”
“right. thank you.”
millicent finishes tying her hair up, avoiding using any muggle products and therefore resorting to something simple, clipping it back with a claw accessory, “okay,” she starts, and you and pansy quickly look away from each other, “so, are we going or not? can’t be too late, they’re still missing the life of the party!”
“mill, you pass out after three hours during almost every single party.” daphne blinks.
“what’s that saying, here for a good time but not a long time?” pansy snickers, zipping up her black boots.
millicent rolls her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. “shut your gobs, the two of you! now let’s go!”
locking the door quickly on your way out so you won’t have to deal with any arseholes doing it in your bed like last time (well, at least they were having a whale of a time), you bid goodbye to your dormmates who all part ways, immediately grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey from a large table in the corner, looking over at the youthful atmosphere suddenly claiming such a place as the slytherin common room.
pouring yourself a shot, although you’re awful at doing those, you hold your nose (as if that’s going to help) and gulp down the alcohol, finishing by setting the little glass down and placing your hands on the table full of drinks in front of you, hair falling down into your face.
feeling a hand on your waist, you tense and stand up straight, not relaxing much when your boyfriend kisses your cheek and whispers a ’hello’ into your ear.
“ben!” you exclaim, turning around and smiling at him, though not genuinely, “i didn’t know you were coming.”
“some guys in the year above invited me, unlike my own girlfriend.” he teases, gripping you by the waist and pulling you closer, and your nose scrunches at the sharp stench of beer on his breath. putting two and two together, considering how he’s slurring his words, you realise he’s already tipsy.
“right, sorry!” you genuinely are, though if he hadn’t showed up, you wouldn’t mind much, “i didn’t really find out until the lesson before my free hour, and, well, you wanted us to go to your room, so —”
“oh, yeah. how could i forget?” he leans in, almost stumbling over his own two feet as he gets even closer to you, pulling you to him by your waist and kissing your neck, making you push your head down a little. the party having only just started, people are still piling in and the lights aren’t turned off just yet.
you push him by the chest, gently, “it’s still early, benny. not now.”
ignoring your wishes, he nibbles at your neck, and you bring your shoulder up in discomfort, “but don’t you want a repeat?” no, you really don’t.
“ben, just, back off, please.” you push a little more firmly now, shaking him off, and going to grab the bottle again to pour yourself another shot of firewhiskey as an excuse to not stay so close to him. but clearly that tactic isn’t great, because he pushes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.
“come on, this party’ll be lame anyway. your room’s empty, right?” you freeze as his lips meet your throat once more, swallowing before finding it in yourself to stretch your shoulders back, and push his arms from your waist, quickly pouring the shot and keeping it in your hand, just in case you need to spill it on him as a distraction.
if he’s gonna be pushy, he could at least be decent in bed.
well, at least, that’s your cynical view on it.
“ben. no. my — my friends are here, and i… i don’t want to leave them all alone.” you fiddle with the shot glass in your hand, brows furrowed, and he exhales loudly before shrugging his shoulders.
“if you don’t want me then you could’ve just said so.”
your eyes widen, “no, i didn’t mean it like that, just that… just not tonight.”
“well, it kinda seems like you’re not interested. but whatever, y/n, it’s fine.” as you try to reach out to him, he walks over to his friends, and you lean against the table, gulping down the firewhiskey and wincing at the burn in your throat.
shit.
“come on, y/n! they’re dimming the lights now, i wanna dance!” daphne bounds over to you, dragging you by the arm before you can protest.
and you oblige.
two hours in, you’re tipsy, worn-out from all the dancing, yet still going back between the many students for more adrenaline. grinning as a song you love comes on, you regroup your dormmates in the crowd, grabbing them by their hands and all winding your hips to the beat, millicent giggling and falling over her feet, daphne tearing away from her boyfriend to join with a smile on her face. pansy isn’t very giggly when drinking, you’ve noticed. in close settings, sure, but in big parties like this, everyone so close, air hot, green lights strobing across the common room… she just dances. raising her hands above her head, swaying her hips, twirling her friends around by their fingers — it’s almost sensual. well, to anyone else. not to you.
pansy eyes you as you spin — the exhilarated grin on your face from being able to shrug off everything burdening you, everything weighing atop your shoulders. and she realises that she likes the shine of the strobing lights against your skin, your nose and cheeks gleaming, eyes a little bloodshot and chest glistening from all the alcohol in your system, and all the dancing. and when you and pansy finally get off the dancefloor to join the slytherin boys on the sofas, she likes the way your eyes tear up a little after taking a long drag from the joint that’s being passed around.
“this isn’t laced with anything, right?” you clear your throat to speak over the music, passing it back to theo, head dizzy. you watch the lights entangle themselves between little clouds of smoke, and wonder which cloud is yours.
“what do you think i am, a drug lord? no, it is not laced with anything.” he rolls his eyes, leaning back on the sofa.
blaise elbows him, looking at you and pansy who are both sitting next to each other, “don’t mind him — you know he gets bitchy when he smokes.”
“do not.” theo huffs.
“yes, you do.” draco deadpans, snatching the joint from his hands and inhaling the smoke, blowing it upwards from his bottom lip.
you chuckle, stretching to settle comfortably into the sofa and tapping pansy’s bare thigh subconsciously, to which she tenses, “i feel like nott’s always a bitch, regardless.”
“not wrong there.” theo winks at you, rubbing at his eyes. your head feels like it’s spinning, and you giggle again, leading blaise to do the same.
“what’s so funny, y/l/n?” pansy raises her brows nonchalantly, crossing her legs and studying you at her right. she’s taken the joint between her plump lips now, inhaling deeply for a second, then blowing it up into the air.
“think it’s the weed.” you giggle once more, eyelids heavy, leaning your head onto her shoulder — you two are much more friendly when a little bit intoxicated and high. more so you, than her.
draco leans back into the armchair he’s sitting in, looking over to the corner of the room and spotting your ravenclaw boyfriend drinking with his friends in the corner. and, being significantly less of an arsehole with something in his system, draco decided to be polite.
“how’s the boyfriend, y/n?” you chuckle at this, smiling softly and lifting your head up from pansy’s shoulder.
“myboyfriend is an absolute, grade O, cockhead.”
the whole group is still for a short moment, exchanging varying levels of shock and amusement, before turning back to you. draco speaks again, “is that so?”
“mhmm.” you nod lazily, as if your head is too heavy to hold up, pointing over at him from the other side of the room, “ben sucks. he’s awful. if i could, i would — well, i mean, i could, but if i really could, i’d —”
“right, i think that’s enough of that for tonight.” pansy takes the joint from between your index and middle finger, interrupting you and attempting to change the subject considering your tipsy and high state. she’s been through enough non-sober confessions in her lifetime to know best.
“no, i mean it. and it would be worth it if he would actually fuck m—”
“i said, enough.” pansy presses, trying to save you any embarrassment. being good enough friends with the slytherin boys of your year since you all first arrived, you know there’ll be no judgement or rumours spread around. but, still. better not to air out all of your dirty laundry, or whatever the americans say. well, that’s what ’sober you’ would say. and right now, you’re completely ready to confess how shitty your boyfriend is, to reveal the dialogue that usually only stays in your head.
“come on, pansy, the people wanna know.” blaise raises his finger to her, grinning. the boy loved drama; he wasn’t a sharer, but certainly a listener.
“i, the people, do not care.” draco raises his finger as well, slouched in his seat.
“and i, the people, say you’re not gonna let y/n humiliate herself. if she really wants to say this, she’ll do it when she’s sober.” pansy frowns, standing up and gripping your arm, passing the joint over to theo who was watching the scene casually.
“usually you love this stuff!” theo raises his arms lazily for emphasis.
“well, she’s my friend.” pansy gives him a blink stare.
”blah, blah, blah, parkinson.“ you slur you words a little, and she scowls, ”i’m ready to say it. ben rowen is shite in and out of the be—“
she muffles your voice with her hand, forcing you to get up and follow her to the dormitory calmly, as you attempt to yell through her fingers, instead practically humming. it’s not a messy, nor embarrassing scene – you’re at least sober enough to know better, and no one’s paying attention anyway, not with the beat of the music thrumming through the room, vibrating the floor beneath your feet. but you’re not sober enough to control your urge to break down and admit that you desperately want to break up with your boyfriend, even though you think you still love (the old, fake) him, even though you’re scared to break his heart.
seeing the scene from across the common room, ben strides over with a purpose, and the boys on the sofa snort at his actions. ”what happened?“ he tears pansy’s hand from your mouth (thankfully, you’re not wearing lipstick), to which she scrunches up her nose, clenching her jaw and glancing to the side impatiently.
”yourgirlfriend had a little too much to drink and smoke. she’s going to bed.“
”she can just stay with me.“ he seems over his annoyance from before. shame his annoying personality continues to linger, you think.
pansy eyes him up and down rapidly, grip still firm on your arm. there’s something about your boyfriend, especially considering your change in behaviour around him, that pisses her off. you’re looking between the two of them with wide eyes, considerably amused. ”no.“
”what do you mean,no?“ you notice now that he’s much, much drunker than before. the boys are still watching, leaning forward to hear over the music. well, theo and blaise are – draco gives the ’altercation’ a glance before setting his focus on the almost-finished joint between his fingers.
”i thought ravenclaws were meant to have an IQ of at least more than ten — no, means, i will not let her stay with you, she’s going to sleep it off.“ you look over to the sofas and give a look the boys, half-grimacing, half-grinning.
”listen, i’m the boyfriend here —“
”are you? because i don’t recall you ever being present the entire party.“
”what the fuck is that supposed to mean, i was just over —“
”with her, i mean. why don’t you go drown yourself in some more of that beer you obviously like so much,“ ’ouch’, blaise mouths, ”and i’ll take care of your girlfriend, who… y/n?“ you stop making frantic pointing gestures to the boys to ‘translate’ what they were saying since the boys couldn’t lip read, turning your attention to the people in front of you.
”yup?“ you shrug, tilting your head up at her, being just an inch or two shorter.
pansy closes her eyes, sighing, then shakes her head, feeling a little wobbly herself, ”nevermind. let’s get you to bed, huh?“ she shoots daggers at ben, whose nostrils flare as you’re guided to the girls dormitory. he goes after you two again, but is quickly halted when draco’s voice raises over the music.
”perhaps you should let them leave, rowen. just head elsewhere — don’t be an arse.“
ben sighs in exasperation, making his way to the group, but draco sticks his leg out through the gap between the armchair and the sofa on which you were just sitting, making your boyfriend stumble back.
”that wasn’t an invitation.“ draco deadpans, although the corner of his lip quirks up as he takes a sip of firewhisky and raises his brows.
instead of casting a quick makeup removal spell, pansy opts to lean you against the bathroom sink at a safe distance, using a cotton pad and cleaning off your eyeliner and any sweat or blush left on your skin. you know, just in case the spell doesn’t go well, and you end up being eaten by a magic cotton pad.
you close your eyes, gripping the cold sink behind you loosely as pansy wipes warm water over your skin.
”done.“ she nods, expressionless, as your eyes flutter open, easily casting ’incendio’ on the cotton and not bothering to watch as it crumbles into ash on the floor. she certainly has a flair for the dramatics, and you can’t help but think she’s picked it up from draco malfoy.
you look into the mirror to smooth down your hair, eyes bloodshot, lips swollen from the firewhiskey (and a little from when pansy pressed her palm into them). she tosses pyjamas at you, and you wobble a bit when they hit your side.
”change.“
”okay, sergeant.“ you snort as she shuts the door, clumsily picking up the shorts and sweater she’d thrown.
shrugging off your dress, you call out from inside the bathroom. ”why did you get mad at ben?“
for a beat, there was silence, until she called back. ”because he was being a 'cockhead’.“ pansy mocked.
”and why did you make me leave?“ you pull up your pyjama shorts, squinting down and trying to tie a little bow at the front, rather unsuccessfully, ”i was having fun.“
”well, you were gonna embarrass yourself, y/n. i only helped you out.“
after slipping on your large sweater, you peek your head out the door, seeing her tie her raven hair back into a tiny ponytail, most strands falling out due to the length of it (or lack thereof). she’d done a makeup removal spell on herself.
”you’re going to bed, too?“ you murmur, furrowing your brows.
”yeah, tired.“ she lies, sorting out her bed covers.
you bite the inside of your cheek before deciding to ‘confront’ her, “and, pansy?” her movements still, “i didn’t need help. they’re my friends, and i wanted to tell them —”
she turns around, cutting you off with a challenging look that makes you step fully into the doorway, “tell them what?”
you swallow. nevermind. maybe she was right to drag you out of the party. maybe she was right to have cut you off, instead of letting you indulge into your history and your barely-there sex life.
feeling like you’re being frowned upon by authority, you duck your head sheepishly and clamber into bed, glancing over to millicent who has seemingly collapsed onto her bed and blacked out.
“is… everything okay with you and — you and ben, though?”
“yeah. i don’t know what i was saying. he just pissed me off earlier and i started… talking shit.” you lie through your teeth.
“right.” she flicks off the lights with her wand, back turned to you as she sits on her bed, pulling off her dress and slipping into a big shirt. the lamp on your bedside table that she turned on beforehand faintly casts the room in a warm glow, and through the darkness you can see the pale skin of her back as she pulls it down. your eyes dart away, deciding to focus on the ceiling, instead, “and you’re really okay?” she turns now, and relief washes over you — relief that she didn’t turn sooner.
you eye her as she gets under her covers, propping her head up with her hand. you bury yours sideways into the pillow, wrapping the duvet tightly around your frame. “yeah. you?”
“yes, y/n. now, sleep off all that shit in your system. and lie on yourside, not your back.” you listen to what she’s told you plenty of time before, and lean over to switch off the lamp, the entire room pitch black.
Felix came up behind and turned on the light again. “What is there I haven’t seen that you want to hide in the darkness, Marinette?” He asked skeptically. Right. They saw each other naked in the middle of the university. But it wasn’t the same as being really naked! Marinette could actually see her own clothes and she was supposed to take them off now. In front of Felix.
ch. 5 preview: For a moment, Marinette lost her coordination from the powerful blow, but immediately tried to get up, leaning on the strong arms of her partner, who was already there to help her.
“Chat!” Ladybug exclaimed, upset that Chat left the fight and they could lose the akuma again. “We can’t let the akuma g…!” She continued, and fell silent as her eyes found the akuma involved in a fight with Chat Noir on the other side of the street. *** FOR EARLY ACCESS - pleas check patreon.com/san_fics
“Don’t disappoint the audience, man!” Kim encouraged him. “And the sound of her moaning my name as her nipple stiffens in my mouth and her walls clench around my fingers.” Felix finished and winked at Rose.
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For some time, Marinette was vaguely aware that their classmates were watching them, and she slightly remembered that she was going to enjoy the fact that she could kiss Felix in front of everyone…
But Felix’s kiss quickly pushed all extraneous thoughts out of her perception… * p.24 Preview:
Marinette: am i going to have to get into my pants to turn it on and off???
Felix: no
Felix: it has a remote control
Marinette: but there is no remote control in the box
Felix: because i have it
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p.25 Preview:
Marinette: what did Adrien say?
Marinette: did he answer his phone?
Marinette: Chloe said he didn’t answer to her
Felix: he doesn’t have his phone
Marinette: did they take his phone???
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“How did you two cross paths…?” He asked suspiciously. Then he looked back at Felix and his eyes widened in shock. “Wait… don’t tell me that… she is your fiancé!”
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“Oh, don’t give me that look, Marinette.” Felix said in an annoyed voice. “You can see me naked, so you can’t even deny that you dreamed about it happening.” He rolled his eyes. “And here I’ve been told that we will solve the problem like adults do…”
ch. 4 Preview: Marinette gasped at the unexpected sensation. Is this what was supposed to happen?!
“What are you doing?!” She exclaimed, turning her head slightly to him. *** EARLY ACCESS on patreon.com/san_fics
“Now you are my sex slave.” Ladybug said, turning to his cock. “I will stop when I want.” She said looking into his eyes and licked her lips. “Works both ways.”
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p.7 Preview: “Now that you’ve started flirting like a grown woman, Sunshine boy will be yours in no time!” Alya assured her friend. Marinette opened her mouth to protest, but was interrupted by the sharp sound, coming from behind. The girls turned to Felix, who stood up abruptly, looking pissed off. *** EARLY ACCESS onpatreon.com/san_fics
Marinette: am i going to have to get into my pants to turn it on and off??? Felix: no Felix: it has a remote control Marinette: but there is no remote control in the box Felix: because i have it
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Next chapter - June 16th!
p.25 Preview:
Marinette: what did Adrien say?
Marinette: did he answer his phone?
Marinette: Chloe said he didn’t answer to her
Felix: he doesn’t have his phone
Marinette: did they take his phone??? * ch. 26 preview:
“How did you two cross paths…?” He asked suspiciously. Then he looked back at Felix and his eyes widened in shock. “Wait… don’t tell me that… she is your fiancé!”
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“You interfered too!” Felix protested again.
“I can protect myself!” Ladybug argued.
Felix grabbed the dog miraculous from her hands.
“Now I can too!” He said firmly.
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“Marinette!” Felix exclaimed, catching her with a deft movement, preventing the girl from falling.
She straightened up, vaguely aware that something was off in the way his voice sounded, the man hid his emotions and pulled back slightly from her.
“Miss Dupain-Cheng that is.” Felix said with a stern, emotionless face.
Marinette looked at him attentively, suspicion creeping into her mind. *** FOR EARLY ACCESS to upcoming chapters and drafts of upcoming fics please checkpatreon.com/san_fics
For a moment, Marinette lost her coordination from the powerful blow, but immediately tried to get up, leaning on the strong arms of her partner, who was already there to help her.
“Chat!” Ladybug exclaimed, upset that Chat left the fight and they could lose the akuma again. “We can’t let the akuma g…!” She continued, and fell silent as her eyes found the akuma involved in a fight with Chat Noir on the other side of the street.
She turned her head sharply towards the one who was helping her to her feet and came face to face with a dumbfounded Felix.
“Hey, Lila!” Adrien exclaimed, waking up from his thoughts. “That’s too much!” “What do you think Alix and Kim are doing right now in the classroom?” Lila retorted. “At least they are alone…” Adrien protested weakly. “Do you want me to dare Marinette to kiss your cousin alone in the classroom?” Lila teased, clearly anticipating what her opponent’s response would be.
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18+ content!
p.24 Preview:
Marinette: am i going to have to get into my pants to turn it on and off???
Felix: no
Felix: it has a remote control
Marinette: but there is no remote control in the box
Felix: because i have it
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Marinette: what did Adrien say?
Marinette: did he answer his phone?
Marinette: Chloe said he didn’t answer to her
Felix: he doesn’t have his phone
Marinette: did they take his phone???
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“How did you two cross paths…?” He asked suspiciously. Then he looked back at Felix and his eyes widened in shock. “Wait… don’t tell me that… she is your fiancé!” *
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“You interfered too!” Felix protested again.
“I can protect myself!” Ladybug argued.
Felix grabbed the dog miraculous from her hands.
“Now I can too!” He said firmly.
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“No, no…” Chat interrupted. “It’s a figure of speech… I’ll better go now. Sorry again. I’ll be more concentrated next time.”
And Chat left without even bumping his fist to hers.
!Warning: adult content!
Chapters 22-25 preview:
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“Don’t disappoint the audience, man!” Kim encouraged him.
“And the sound of her moaning my name as her nipple stiffens in my mouth and her walls clench around my fingers.” Felix finished and winked at Rose.
* p.23 Preview:
For some time, Marinette was vaguely aware that their classmates were watching them, and she slightly remembered that she was going to enjoy the fact that she could kiss Felix in front of everyone…
But Felix’s kiss quickly pushed all extraneous thoughts out of her perception…
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p.24 Preview:
Marinette: am i going to have to get into my pants to turn it on and off???
Felix: no
Felix: it has a remote control
Marinette: but there is no remote control in the box
Felix: because i have it
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p.25 Preview:
Marinette: what did Adrien say?
Marinette: did he answer his phone?
Marinette: Chloe said he didn’t answer to her
Felix: he doesn’t have his phone
Marinette: did they take his phone???
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[Chapter 20: Marinette Send messages for Felix to a wrong chat]
warning: 18+ content
Summary:
[Akuma class chat]Marinette: i’m lying on my stomach on my bedAlya: rest well girlAlya: u deserve a rest after everything u do for us as a class representative
A beautiful muscular bare chest was right in front of her face and for the first moment Marinette couldn’t understand why a half-naked man was standing in front of her in the Uni corridor until she looked up.
Felix stared at her, dumbfounded, wide-eyed and seemed not even to be breathing.
Don’t look down! Don’t look down… – Her consciousness said, you were getting ready for this moment: so, DON’T LOOK DOWN.
Marinette held her gaze on his face for as long as she could, unable to take her eyes off her dumbfounded enemy, then she did the only action that was sounding in her head.
She looked down.
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Sexting Time Felinette AU Tag list (ask me to join)
I tag you guys, ‘cause this fic has a similar idea and dynamics with ST, although this one will get steamy pretty fast..)
Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Unpresented!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Unpresented!Sam, somnophilia, Bottom!Sam, Top!Dean, Sam is a brat, when he’s awake at least, dirty talk, knotting, weirdly fluffy at the end Word Count: 2.3k Created For: @spnabobingo - Somnophilia | @spnkinkbingo - Wincest
Dean groans quietly as he strokes himself, trying to keep the noise down as best he can. Sam is asleep in the twin bed across the room, and Dean is very aware that his little brother has a big English test tomorrow because he wouldn’t fucking shut up about it all day. He’d spent their whole Sunday pouring over his notes and worrying himself into a frenzy, and when Dean offered to provide him with a little stress relief, he’d snapped louder than peanut brittle.
/: Yeah so I just needed to write something for Elliot from euphoria because I just already like his character.
A soft tune played through the room as Elliot randomly played on different strings to create something only for the time being. He sat leaned back against the headboard of his bed, guitar in hand, a pair of arms was wrapped around his waist loosely and holding o to him.
There was nothing he would want to have more than this, there was no drug that could compare to this, and no drug that could leave him with this feeling of euphoria that seemd stronger than any drug ever left him with. And even better, he wasn’t even on any kind of drugs as of now, he hadn’t touched them in weeks.
Somehow, this girl that was his friend, close friend, was able to keep him from that. She was able to get his mind off of the drugs he’d once cherished. Elliot knew that he however couldn’t depend on her to stay sober, she didn’t even knew he was sober. He didn’t wanna put that onto her, as he’d seen the way it went for Rue and Jules.
Talking about Rue, she had even complained about the fact that Elliot hadn’t asked her to get high lately or she had just simply pointed ut out to him with questions. He wasn’t even clean to her about being sober for such long time.
It was the sudden pull by the air of arms around his waist that he snapped out from his mindless playing, her head that laid just below his ribcage seeming ti move a bit for comfort.
y/n was the kind of girl that didn’t do drugs nor alcohol, she didn’t judge however, many times before Elliot got sober, she’d been over and he would do some drug. She never said anything about it and just simply let him do what he wanted with his life, same with Rue. Though, y/n had been harsher on Rue and told her to not do drugs every five minutes, to which Rue actually listened.
Elliot put away his guitar, making sure not to move too much, not wanting to wake the girl. He leaned forward a bit to see her more clearly, her face was relaxed as she breathed steadily. His fingers gently graced her skin, causing y/n’s eye twitch a bit.
“So you are awake, huh?” Elliot said in a playful tone as he poked y/n’s back lightly, the girl grumbled as her brows furrowed.
“Leave me alone,” She mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. The boy let out a snort before weaving his fingers though her hair.
“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Elliot raised a brow before his fingers found her side and he started ro slowly tickle her, causing y/n to start laughing and rolling off of him.
“Stop! Stop! I can’t” y/n was cut off by herself laughing and then letting out a high pitched screm of laughter as Elliot continued the torture.
“Quiet,” He stopped and put a hand over the girls mouth to quiet her from screaming out if laughter. He smiled widely as y/n now laid beside him on her back and holding her sides.
“You gonna calm down?” She nodded under his hand and he slowly retracted his hand from covering her mouth.
The silence was comfortable as non of the two had anything against being in ecah other presence with just silence all around them. Elliot slowly let his hand come to reach for her cheek as she’d turned over on her stomach, facing him.
His hand laid gently on her cheek, thumb gently rubbing up and down her cheekbone. The action was comforting as y/n let herself lean into his hand. But was this really how bestfriends should act?
“I love when we hang out, you’re the best company,” y/n told with a sigh as she couldn’t remember ever having this much fun with any of the girls, thay had all start to become all too serious and always wanted to just talk guys, never just joke around.
“Well, I’ll always keep you company,” The words were supposed to be happy, but y/n’s face fell slightly, face holding a somber expression. Elliot furrowed his brows and tried ro find her eyes again as she was looking away.
“Hey.. you okey?”
“What if you’re not here to keep me company?” She asked vaguely, the question weighing down the jolly mood that once was, Elliot’s face drop slightly as he lean back against the headboard once more. Hand still holding her cheek gently.
“I worry… and I know that I always said it’s your choice and all, but I just don’t, I just-..” y/n trailed off leaning up a bit to look at him better.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Elliot sat up straight and placed both hands on her cheeks. “‘Cuase I haven’t touched drugs in almost three weeks.”
The statement made her eyes light up, mouth falling slightly agape. The smile on his face showed he was telling the truth, he leaned closer and his rumbs rubbed her cheeks slowly.
“What? H-how?..” y/n let her hands place ontop of his and she held onto his wrists gently.
“I don’t know, they just didn’t seem to give me this feeling, none of them could.”
Her eyes scanned his for what he was referring to, but suddenly one of his hands moved from resting at her cheek to holding her chin. His thumb now brushing the softness of her lower lip, causing her breath to hitch. Elliot let his thumb slowly trace where y/n’s lips parted before tracing her upper lip.
Even thought how stunned she was by his atction, y/n was quick, quicker than she thought. Before Elliot knew it she had leaned up and pressed a kiss swiftly to his lips, then leaning back down and bringing her lower lip between her teeth. The kiss was the kind that many see as the ones you maybe share with someone in kindergarten, quick and just a simple peck on the lips.
Elliot’s lips turn into a grin as he leans in, but not closing the gap between them. His lips hover just above hers as he let’s his hand slide down to the side of her neck. y/n let’s out a sigh and leans forwards, placing her lips on his but this time not pulling away. It’s soft on y/n’s side, but on Elliot’s it’s needy. She’s intoxicating for him finally tasting her makes him want more.
He pulled away from a second and slowly help the girl onto her back, her eyes questioning, almost as if she’s too pure. One of his hands land on her hip and he slowly let it run up her side.
“Just relax,” He coos, straddling her waist and making sure not to put all his bodyweight on her. Under him he can feel her body relax with breath of air leaving her lips.
Warnings: Dubcon, Smut, Fingering, Light Bondage, Sex Toy, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Orgasm denial, Cussing, Brief mention of anal but there isn’t any,
Summary: (Sequel to Beg) Steve comes to rescue the reader and finds out that Brock has touched what is his. A month has passed and the reader is very distant with him. When Steve gets an email with the video of Brock and the reader it enrages him. Steve is prepared to put you back in your place and remind you that you belong to him.
A/N: Thank you to @music-culture-mythology for beta reading it as well and helping me bounce ideas around for this.
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god this was absolutely delicious! I loved how steve found out and how he creeped up on her, loving when that dark side popped out, and her confusing the names jsdkfldskldsf, but she was taught, that’s for sure ;)
Summary: You are captured by your ex Brock Rumlow. He doesn’t like that you left him for Steve Rogers and plans to show you why you should never have left him.
Do Not Read if any of the warnings offend you. Dark Fic Ahead. DNI if you are a minor. 18+ Only.
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I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps or third party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property.
i cannot begin to tell you how this made me feel, i am a mess. Brock is so menacing and the whole scenario is just the hottest thing ever, we do love some good torture, and the final scene pure shivers!
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Villain Reader
Word Count: 9k
Trigger Warnings: Threat of sexual assault, choking, Smut NSFW 18+, Dom/Sub dynamics, sex, two baddies being bad, manipulative behavior, psychopathic behavior, explicit language, violence, death of minor character.
Series Summary: Starting over in the podunk town of Knockemstiff, you set your sights on new prey. Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s reputation proceeds him and fits the bill perfectly for your own purposes. Seduction is the easy part, but will you be able to keep the Sheriff in your thrall while keeping your secrets?
A/N: This series is written in collaboration with @weekendgothgirl . We have had an absolute blast writing this! While this is the final part for this particular story line, there will definitely be more to come from these two. We love them too much to give up on the completely.
Humming along with the radio playing softly on the window sill, you add the finishing touches to your pie with a flourish. You eye the pastry critically before nodding to yourself and sliding it into the oven. You wanted to treat Lee, as he’s been so good recently and perhaps a little stressed. So, you’re making his favorite peach pie and put a little more decoration than usual on the crust.
Wiping your hands on a towel, you smile happily to yourself. You’re very proud of your baking. It’s something you’ve always done to escape and it has been a useful skill more than once. You laugh softly remembering its role in your past, before hearing a knock at the door. You glance up with a frown, checking the clock. It’s too early for Lee. Dropping the towel, you walk around the counters and open the side door.
The face you met was hard as granite and twisted in anger. You recognized the unwelcome brute the moment you locked eyes with him. Lloyd Casarosa was your former lover’s brother. Richard Casarosa had been smaller in stature and less handsome than his little brother but more malleable making him the obvious choice. Lloyd had been intent on having you until his brother staked his claim and, with Richard being head of the family, Lloyd had no choice but to back off. You had done what you always do: find a mark who suited your purpose, bled them dry, and made a clean getaway. Or so you thought, but here was the evidence that you had made a mistake somewhere that allowed this bastard to find you.
“Gotcha, you bitch,” Lloyd’s voice vibrates with rage as he pushes his way in.
‘He watches, waiting for your permission, your instructions.’ we do love a good boy! :D also, the peach pie thing iss perfect! I particularly liked how after this pure unholy smut came the sweet proposal, it ended right on the perfect note!
