Me Going To See Venom 2:

thank you!! I tried my best😅💋

Dile (Cuéntale)

miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

song inspo: dile by don omar + playlist

main masterlist // nsfw masterlist

word count: 4.5k

summary: Miguel gets jealous of your relationship with Peter. He’s on a mission to prove he’s better.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, porn without much plot (I need him carnally), jealous/possessive miguel, biting kink (pretend his bites aren’t paralyzing y’all), miguel being a munch!, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), overstimulation? (he makes you cum a lot), creampie/breeding kink, dirty talk, operating under the assumption they’re both nude under their suits, Spanish (I’ll put translations in a reblog), mutual pining/a confession!?, way too many italics bc I need to emphasize everything.

A/N: this was just supposed to be a short concept piece…and it ended up taking me three weeks to write bc I just kept adding more. anyways, felt weird to write miguel speaking spanish if the reader doesn’t understand so this is technically latina!reader (actually really happy ab it bc I always wanted to write latina!reader for myself 😊).

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LANI PLS THIS WAS SO GOOD, IM AN ABSOLUTE PUDDLE RN

A Seasoned Fighter

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Older!Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: Just because the First Order dismantled, doesn’t mean the Resistance has stopped fighting for the freedom of the galaxy. You’re newly recruited and stationed at a base that’s run by the legend himself, General Poe Dameron. Based on this artwork + my shitty edits.

Warning: age gap, Poe's kinda a dick, smut - rough sex, p in v, choking, oral (m receiving), this Poe is suuuuuuper ooc.

A/N: I'M WRITING FOR POE AGAIN! YAY! Also, I might write more if people want. because i do have more ideas for this version of Poe...

Tagging: @darthdameron @abelslittlebunny

You've been with the Resistance for a short time. A little under five years. Despite the end of the First Order, that didn't mean that there weren't still people who wanted to take over the galaxy. The Resistance still remained in tact taking care of those who tried to take the First Order's place, as well as keeping the overall galaxy safe.

In the time you've been with the Resistance, you heard about the legends such as Rey Skywalker, General Finn, and General Poe Dameron. Rey and Finn were off on the other side of the galaxy, training new and upcoming Jedis. General Poe Dameron? Well, he stuck with the Resistance.

You grew up hearing stories about him. He had saved your parents, Resistance fighters as well, and if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be here. You thought that when you'd meet him, he'd be just as witty and charming like your parents described.

Unfortunately, he was the opposite.

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Help I have a thot so rotten I need professional help.

Rhett is working and you rile him up - so.far so usual. At one point he snaps and ties you to a breeding stand and then proceed to mount you. All the while snarling how your going to be breed like an animal in heat when you act like one. No amount of pleading and begging will help you

￫ a/n: lemme fucking tell you something anon. i got this. read it. and was in shock for the next ten minutes. i love this so so so much it’s unhealthy 😵‍💫 welp! we’re going down!

￫ c/w: rhett using derogatory language towards the reader, comparing you to an animal in heat, rhett being mean and degrading to you, cnc, p in v, daddy kink, manhandling you, what’s in the ask is what you’re gonna get.

you’re both working in the barn through the afternoon, moving hay and other supplies, cleaning out the horses and keeping the rest of the livestock in check. the humid summer heat has past it’s highest point since midday, but you’re both still struggling through the heat. it’s unbearably hot inside your stuffy barn and understandably, you’re both agitated.

every so often when you pass by rhett, you squeeze at his bulging biceps or at his crotch that’s already supporting a semi from your heated touches. he lets out a low grumble the fifth time you pass him by and you mock pout at him.

“what is it, daddy?” you elongate the last part of your wording with a flirtatious touch and bat your eyelashes teasingly at him.

rhett’s jaw is set firm as he scowls at you. his eyebrows are knitted tightly together in frustration as he bites back at you. “quit it. you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ whore right now and it ain’t helping.”

“but, daddy—” you whine out again, but rhett is there to cut you off instantly.

“enough. fuckin’ help me finish this and maybe, i’ll be nice to y’ later.”

his tone is firm and unwavering, and you should know better than to push him, but you excuse the heat for your lack of better judgement.

“fuckin’ fine. i’m goin’ inside and finishing myself off, somethin’ you can’t do.”

that snaps the final cord of patience that rhett has inside of him for you. he’s quick to grab at your forearm with a bruising grip as you leave the barn. you yelp out and struggle against him as he manhandles you, pushing you closer to a corner of the barn. it overwhelms you how strong he can be. your thrashing is no use.

your eyes are wide when you see him dragging you closer to a breeding stand, yet you feel the inside of your stomach somersault at the prospect of what rhett is suggesting. you still go along with it however, pleading with desperation as he ties you to the breeding stand.

“r-rhett? what are you fuckin’ doin’?!” you land with a final thud as rhett pushes your neck down to rest on the head stand that would be used for animals. you’re bent over and on all fours, with your feet teetering and scraping along the hay covered floor. your dress is flipped over your ass and you feel rhett’s hot and calloused fingers hook inside your underwear and tear them completely from your frame.

“if you’re gon’ act like an animal in heat,” rhett’s voice behind you is an ugly snarl, his teeth biting at one another. “i’m goin’ to be breedin’ you like an animal in heat.”

you hear his belt buckle clang against itself before a harsh smack is delivered to your exposed ass and the backs of your thighs. in reaction, you let out a cry that ends with an embarrassing moan. you hate yourself for being so incredibly aroused by this, but you don’t hate yourself for playing into his fucked up little fantasy.

his hands grip tightly at the flesh of your hips as he mounts you like an animal himself. you let out another pleading moan as you feel his tip push through your folds.

“rhett! please, please—” you’re begging and pleading with him, but you don’t know what for.

another curt smack is issued to your ass as he stuffs himself full inside of you. “animals in heat don’t get a say in this, quit your whinin’ or i’ll stuff your mouth with a horse bit.”

yknow I never saw myself as a monsterfucker but then I remember that my first ever crush was the predator from alien vs predator :)

IM GONNA NEED A MOMENT TO RECOVER BC HOLY HELL THIS WAS JUST SO GOOD IM-

Title: Daylight Robbery

Pairing: Theif!Bucky x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, cocky Bucky, fluff, unprotected sex, Bucky being irritating as shit

part one

A/N: Hey y’all! i’m so sorry this took longer for me to get out than i planned. i’m not totally happy with it, but i really, really hope you guys enjoy it. i may re-write this later, but for now, i’m calling it! i’ve given it my best shot, and that’s all i can do. hope you enjoy, thank you all for being so supportive and patient. 

This is a work of FICTION, and there will be ADULT themes and content included therein, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

Part two, or: The one where you get mugged

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Should I text him? You repeat the thought to yourself for the sixtieth time that day. You know Mrs. O’Grady’s arthritis-tight legs like the back of your own hands by now; and as you absently massage the feeling back into them, your mind continues going straight back to the number scrawled on the crumpled paper on your bedside table. No matter how many frustrating attempts you make to focus on other things.  

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this is the exact reaction I have every time I see this man

Te Lo Ruego

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.8k

summary: miguel is desperate for just a taste

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being a munch and pussy drunk, that’s it, it’s just him being desperate to eat you out <3 also, spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: I read two words and was inspired to write this…took me about an hour and now this is all i’m thinking about, please enjoy // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

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IM SUCH A FUCKING WHORE

oh my jesus christ i just got the vision of jotun!loki holding you by your waist and using you like a fleshlight while he just moans wildly and you cry. he’s using you like he’d use his fist when he’s all needyyyyy. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

i think you should know that i was writing this and an ad for a christian podcast came on my tv, so the universe knows that i need some divine intervention after this one fkkfkdjd

𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 ‘𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓉 | ꠹!ꪶ. ꪶ.

fandom marvel

featuring jotün!loki x human!reader (f)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI

content warning SIZE KINK, monster fucking, breeding kink, belly distension, dacryphilia

summary he’s never had a toy as much fun as you

word count 600 / drabble

attention not proofread. please reblog 💗 do not copy/repost/translate

his hands grip you like a constrictor’s strangle, fingers holding the power to fracture ribs if he were to squeeze too hard.

and you dangle— you dangle from his fist like a limp doll, arms and legs swinging wildly; you catch blurred visions of his massive feet planted on the ground beneath you, but you’re locked in suspension about six feet above them.

the only sounds louder than the squelching coming from your abused sex as he impales you with an overwhelming amount of cock is that of your sobbing, and his primal grunting above you.

“Mm,” the hum is guttural and devilish, “my sweet, diminutive plaything, master is so very sorry that he can’t be gentle with your warm, tight body, but inferior beings must learn their places before they are rewarded.” his words are slurred by a symphony of perverse moans, hardly holding you steady so he can desecrate you from the inside out. instead, he swings you back as powerful hips ram forward, driving inch after seemingly never-ending inch of girth into your body. it stretches around him, tension creating a protuberance in your midsection that presses against his fingers. “Yours is — ah, stretching around your new master’s cock, or trying to, at least—“ the giant’s composure is a fragile one, easily lost when your walls convulse around him in a frenzy. his moans reverberate against each wall of the room, all around you, reminding you that there was no escape from this ravenous beast. “I do love a nice, warm, human cunt but yours—“ he pauses, voice breaking, and throws his head back to expel a husky, lewd howl of pleasure, “—yours is by far the softest, little pussy I’ve ever conquered.” a hoarse chuckle follows his statement and the head of him, bulbous and throbbing, presses hard against your entry to your womb.

you squeal, eyes wide; the sensation of being more full in this moment than you ever had before wrenching the pathetic and shrill sound out of what air was left in your lungs. squirming in his grasp, the struggle only emphasizes your fullness, and makes your captor giddy with sadistic delight. “It’s too much!” you cry out. your arms haven’t the strength to fight him anymore, or to try and push yourself out of his clenching fist, they won’t even move an inch.

“Ah! Let me guess,” he gasps, breathy and excited, “By the sound of it— I’ve reached your cervix, yes? Tell me, little one, have you ever been so stuffed? So plugged with cock? I would wager you haven’t, yet your soft cunt spasms so welcoming and encouraging me to continue, I’ll bet you’re fertile and ready to breed right now and you didn’t even know it.” then, tilting your body upright, you slouch back against the coolness of his sweat-slicked abdomen, hands falling loosely and your sides and legs dead. perching you atop his shaft, you’re bouncing before you know it, filling you nearly to bursting with each descent, and you can do nothing but sag and take all that the monster was determined to give you.

tears streak your cheeks; the sheer velocity of his ravaging bringing you to your breaking point. “Now, now, there’s no need for tears, plaything.” Loki croons, but contradicts his statement by forcing a psyche-shattering amount of cock into you. “Be a good, little cocksheath for me,” he croaks, colossal chest heaving. his breathing is ragged like a beast when he ruts, base and merciless, “and perhaps I’ll give you the honor of bearing my Jotün royalty from your warm, Midgardian womb.”

AHHHHHHHH I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS!!!

this was the best way I could express myself

The Conqueror’s Weakness

I’m back to writing from a long hiatus! I saw Quantumania last weekend and came here looking for Kang smut. I couldn’t find very many so I decided to give it a shot. I’ve had a massive crush on Jonathan Majors since Lovecraft Country in 2020 so I’m incredibly happy he’s blowing up now.

Masterlist can be found here!

Direct tags: @blackleatherjacketz @samwilsonsbabymama @jonathan--majors @love-at-all-times @gh0stsp1d3r @inklore @lauranehme (I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone)

Please let me know your thoughts!

Pairing: Kang the Conquer x fem reader

Rating: SMUT! NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI

Word count: 3500

Warnings: mild spoilers for Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, the reader's life is in danger at the start, mentions of death and dying, one scene could make you a bit queasy if you're afraid of heights, kidnapping, enemies to lovers trope (I guess?), lots of angst, a bit of fluff, the reader is kind of clumsy, slow burn, kissing, some swearing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up in the real world k?), nothing too rough but a little scratching, multiple orgasms, squirting, Kang is a little possessive, everything is consensual

Notes: Kang’s goons have kidnapped you. You don’t really know where they are taking you. You might be in the quantum realm or maybe in another part of the multiverse where Kang has a functioning time ship. You can decide. it’s up to your imagination to fill in the preface. I took some inspiration from ‘What if…?’ as well, you’ll see what I mean. I recommend reading this slowly. It’s a slow burn and Kang’s speech and moments are supposed to be measured and calculated, like in the movie.

You enter an expansive great hall with your head down, led by two soldiers. You aren’t sure if they are humans or machines. Glowing helmets cover their entire heads. You’re terrified to look up and see the man who has summoned you. You overheard the guards who have brought you here refer to him as ‘The Conqueror’

‘There you are.’ A rich, deep voice echoes across the vast room, sending shivers down your spine. One of the guards nudges your side for you to respond to him. You slowly raise your head to look at the man who spoke.

A regal man is slouched back on what looks to be a large chair poised in the center of a huge half-sphere, a massive golden throne. His armoured robes shine in deep shades of emerald and amethyst. He’s not looking at you. Instead, his eyes are down, facing his hand resting on his thigh, while twirling his gloved fingers, unbothered. His legs are spread wide.

He’s beautiful, you think but quickly suppress the thought, but dangerous.

‘Have you nothing to say to me, [Y/N]?’ His booming voice startles you as he stands up and descends from his throne. A deep purple cape cascades behind his massive frame as he begins to walk intently toward you.

‘I—’ you start, but your words leave you as he gets closer. He hovers over you. When your eyes meet, you notice a faint iridescent shimmer coating his dark irises. Two deep scars run parallel down his face. They start from his scalp running directly over his brows and eyelids. They continue down his face like streaks of tears, stopping just above his jaw.

He begins to circle you like a bird of prey, inspecting every inch of you. His heavy steps seem to shake the ground under your feet.

‘Who are you?’ You whisper, ‘How do you know my name? What do you want with me?’

‘You know who I am.’ His speech is elegant and slow with purpose behind each word.

‘I’ve never met you before,’ you answer.

‘Yes, you have,’ he states. ‘We always meet. I always find you, even when I’m not looking for you.’ You furrow your brows in confusion. ‘I am Kang.’ His voice is soft yet firm, warm yet chilling. ‘And you,’ he places his gloved hand on your cheek softly, ‘are my only weakness.’

‘I don’t understand.’ You can’t help but lean into his touch. Something is drawing you to this menacing yet dignified man. Kang, you repeat his name in your mind.  

He sighs, almost bored. ‘Every variant of me, across the multiverse, will fall in love with a version of you.’ Your eyes soften with these words before he drops his hand from your face. ‘But, it always ends with suffering, and it will become my demise.’ His voice becomes colder. ‘The pain of losing you will distract me from my goal, resulting in my defeat. So,’ he pauses to take a step back from you crossing his arms behind his back, ‘I have to kill you.’

‘You what?!’ Your heart races as you look back towards the hallway you were led through. Two faceless guards stand before it. You can’t escape. Thoughts race through your mind. How am I going to get out of this?

‘You can’t kill me if you love me.’ You try to sound stern but your voice cracks in fear.

‘Ah yes, but I do not love you.’ He states, matter-of-factly. ‘Not yet, that is. So, it must be done now before I can let that happen.’

‘Please,’ you beg softly, ‘I don’t want to die.’ You search his face. You should be running from him. You should be fighting for your life. But something inside of you is screaming to be closer to him.

‘Let me show you something,’ he declares before turning and walking back towards the throne and lowering himself into the blue cushions of the seat. He caresses the side of the golden structure before saying, ‘Come. Touch my ship.’

You hesitate but walk forward and reach out your hand. Kang’s eyes are studying your every move. When your hand meets the cool metal, visions flash through your mind.

You can see Kang, his face illuminated by the blue shield of his helmet, his eyes glowing as bright as stars. His scream is full of rage as a massive field of energy shoots out around him, decimating his foes.

You see a silvery line, branching out in multiple directions, starting to fade and wither. The word ‘timeline’ somehow comes to you. Planets turn to dust. People and buildings, frozen in time, seem to be melting upward into the skies.

You see Kang again, on his knees, cradling a lifeless body, sobbing into their chest. The crumbling world around him is fading away to blackness. As you move closer to him, the head of the person he’s holding falls back at the neck. Your own face is staring back at you, lifeless.

You scream and stumble backwards causing you to release your hand from the ship, bringing you back to the throne room. To your surprise, Kang catches you by the waist before you hit the floor.

‘What the hell was that?’ You try to catch your breath.  

‘My ship is neurokinetic. You have just seen into my mind.’ You can feel his warm breath on your neck. He’s holding you close to his chest. ‘Now, do you understand why I must kill you?’

‘Kang,’ you look up at him, pleading with him to reconsider, ‘It doesn’t have to end like this.’ You are surprised to see sadness on his face, tears are welling in his eyes.

Something unexplainable overcomes you and you press your lips into his. He resists, unmoving, unwilling to return your kiss. You shyly pull your lips away from his.

‘No,’ he whispers. He releases his hold on you and turns away. ‘I know what you are doing.’ There is anger in his voice now. ‘You can’t seduce me. I am the all-powerful Kang!’ He puffs his cheeks and blows out quickly in frustration.

He starts pacing the room. His hand is pressed firmly against his lips, furiously pondering. He’s not angry at you as much as he is himself for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. He has been in your presence for several minutes now and he still hasn’t killed you. He should have ended your life the moment you stepped through the doorway. Now he fears it’s too late.

Kang’s eyes are full of fury as strides towards you, stopping only inches away. You’re too scared to move. ‘I promised myself,’ he mutters through gritted teeth. ‘I would never love. Love makes people weak!’ he yells. He’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your face, causing you to flinch.

This is it. This is how I die. You brace yourself for what’s to come. You expect him to strike you down or blast you with the strange energy you saw in the visions. But instead, he pulls you in again and kisses you hard, connecting the two of you with intense magnetism. 

You gasp softly in surprise, which allows your lips to open just enough for his tongue to slip into your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of tears, but you are unsure if they are yours or his. His kiss still lingers on your lips when he stops.

Kang burrows his face into your neck before his hands move gracefully to the base of your shirt to remove it in one quick motion. Your nipples harden as they graze against the cool metal of his armour. He grips your arms and spins you around, so he is standing behind you. You almost trip on your own feet but recover your balance quickly.

Your rational mind is no longer in control of your actions. You're frozen in place, shocked at everything that just happened. You have never felt simultaneously this terrified and aroused.

‘Are— Are you still going to kill me?’ Your voice is so quiet you're not sure if he heard you. You can feel the cool metal of his armoured suit against your exposed back.

‘No. Not today.’ He places his hands on your waist, pressing you into him. ‘But you must know, your life is still very much in danger.’ He starts to unfasten your pants as he speaks. His lips trace your exposed shoulder. ‘You will perish. It will destroy me. This will not have a happy ending.’ His gloved hand slips into your bottoms. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘Yes,’ you reply breathlessly as the leather gloves covering his fingers massage in slow circles on your clit. Your hips rock forward towards his hand.

‘I have come to the realization that our meeting, and your eventual death, is what’s called an ‘absolute point in time,” he carries on, his voice deep and slow in your ear. ‘If I try to avoid you, you will find me. If I try to kill you, I will fail. I cannot stop myself from loving you. It’s written in time itself.’ His breath is warm on the back of your neck.

‘Kang,’ you mewl as he abruptly removes his hand from your pants. The stark absence of his touch between your thighs is torture. You turn around to meet his gaze with lustful eyes. You place a hand on the chest plate of his armour, resenting the barrier between you. His hands travel down your back to your waistband.

He crouches down to remove your pants. You steady yourself by placing a hand on one of his broad shoulders to step out of them. He’s kneeling in front of you now as he tosses your bottoms aside.

He removes his gloves carefully before placing his warm hands on each of your calves, then slowly moves them upward, running them over the back of your knees to your thighs. His movements are painfully slow. You can hear your own heart beating in your ears as the blood rushes to your head.

‘You are mine, for all of time.’ Kang looks up at you with hooded eyes, before placing his lips on the spot that craves him. He pauses there for only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity, before carefully circling his tongue under his latched lips.

‘I’m yours.’ You repeat as you step your legs further apart and place a hand on the back of his head, pushing his face into your pelvis slightly. He answers your gesture by squeezing the back of your thighs. The pace of his lapping continues, rhythmically.

The vast room is dim, sterile, and empty. Past the throne of his ship, there is a massive wall of glass overlooking Kang’s sprawling empire.

Suddenly, he stops and moves his hands down to just above the back of your knees to pull your legs one at a time onto his wide shoulders. He shifts your weight so his hands are cupped firmly  on your ass for support. You squeal and interlock your fingers around the base of his neck to keep yourself from falling over when he stands up effortlessly. His armour digs sharply into the seat of your thighs.

Kang smirks at you while walking towards the gigantic window with his cape flowing behind him. He then presses you against the glass. You gasp loudly from the feeling of the cold window pressing on the skin of your back. Your palms are splayed, pressing against the glass, giving you leverage.

You glance over your shoulder and the view makes you dizzy. You're suspended 400 feet in the air with just a thin pane of glass and Kang’s incredibly strong arms keeping you from crashing to the ground below. He delves his tongue into your folds again.

‘Oh fuck!’ you blurt out. Your head is spinning from the sensation of Kang’s lips and the precarious position he has you in. Your fingers screech against the glass behind you as you attempt to pull yourself up. He grips you tighter, steadying you. You close your eyes and lean your head back, trying not to think about the height.

‘You really are trying to kill me.’ You tease, letting out a nervous laugh. He doesn’t respond, his mouth is too busy with his current objective.

Almost without warning your orgasm hits you like an electric shock. You fold over resting your forehead on Kang’s scalp, cradling his head. Your body convulses and shakes as a primal moan escapes you.

He lets you down gently, allowing you to find your footing before releasing you. He steps back and wipes your juices from his chin. His lips are puffy and red from the friction.

You realize you're still leaning against the massive window. Panicked, you stumble forward into Kang’s arms. ‘You always were afraid of heights,’ he remarks with a devious smile.

You laugh a little louder than you mean to before you realize something firm is pressing on your stomach, just below your belly button, from under the fabric of Kang’s suit. Your hands start to explore the area, searching for a seam in the green and purple fabric.

‘Allow me.’ Kang turns away from you and walks back toward his throne. You begin to follow him then stop, unable to believe what you are seeing. There he stands, in the center of his chair with his arms stretched out, raised slightly upward. Blue rings whirl around him as his suit and armour start to dematerialize before your wide eyes.

Your jaw drops in awe. He’s built like a fucking god. His body is rippled with enormous muscles. His deep mahogany skin glistened in the fading light of the rings that were surrounding him seconds ago.

He sinks back down lazily into his seat, slouching slightly back, spreading his legs like when you first saw him. He has his elbow resting on his thigh. He lifts his hand, raises his index finger, and motions for you to come to him.

You’re completely stunned by his beauty. A warm feeling grows in your stomach, making it flip and turn.

‘Come to me, beloved,’ Kang coos, drawing out every word.

You walk towards him, his eyes never leaving yours as you climb onto the throne and then into his lap. Your hands run along his sculpted chest and shoulders. His thighs are almost too large for you to straddle him. His abs contract as he shifts his weight, closing his legs slightly to allow you to rest more comfortably. I’m dreaming. This is a dream.

‘Kang?’

‘Yes?’

‘Is this real? Are you real? Are you even human?’ You look down, embarrassed by your childlike questions.

He places a finger under your jaw and lifts your face to meet his smiling at you softly. ‘Reality is not what you think it is,’ he replies. ‘But yes, I am as real as the rays of light that grace your face when you step towards the sun. I am as real as the blades of grass that grow from the soil. And, yes, I am human, like you. I— mmm’

You interrupt him by smashing your lips against his mouth, connecting mostly with his teeth. A small chuckle leaves his throat before he kisses you back.

Kang’s hand cups your breast. He strokes your nipple with his thumb. Goosebumps spread all over your flesh. You reach down and grasp his erection, it’s almost as thick as your own wrist. You let out a soft whimper as you place the head of it against your drenched entrance.

You slowly sink down onto him. He almost doesn’t react, but you can hear him breathe out softly, a quiet sigh of relief. Inch by inch you lower yourself onto him, unsure if you can take his full length. Finally, you bottom out, completely full of him.

He leans back slightly so you can press yourself against him. His dark, shining eyes feel like they are piercing into your soul.

‘My beloved,’ his deep voice breaks the trans-like state you were in ‘are you alright?’

‘Yeah,’ you reply shyly, ‘sorry.’

‘You do not need to apologize.’ His voice is softer than before, ‘Please, take your time. Time is something I have too much of. I’m happy to share some with you.’

Instead of riding up and down, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding your clit against his pelvis. He bites the corner of his lip as he watches you with his hands resting on the base of your thighs. It feels like a spiralling spring is coiling up inside you as you pick up speed until it finally releases.

‘I can make this last for what feels like forever,’ Kang whispers in your ear as you collapse, your face falling into the crook of his neck. Your inner walls clench against his cock as you come. ‘Time is irrelevant when you’re with me.’

In one fluid motion, he wraps his massive arms around you and lifts you, only to place you back down on your back against the soft fabric of his chair. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist. He enters you again, causing a low groan escapes your lips as you hold onto him tightly.

He begins to move in and out slowly. You can feel the muscles of his back contract and expand with each movement. He takes the time to grind deep into you with each excruciatingly pleasurable thrust.

Sex with Kang is sex in slow motion. Minutes feel like hours. You want this to last forever. Time seems to stand still as all your senses are heightened. Thrust after thrust, his rhythm is steady and strong, putting eye-rolling pressure on the same spot repeatedly. A fire is burning inside you, unlike anything you’ve felt before.

‘Kang!’ Your nails scrape against his back. He lifts himself up slightly to look you in the eyes.

‘Let it out, [Y/N]’ he growls with a drawl in his voice you haven’t heard before. ‘When you are ready, so am I.’

An explosion of pleasure rips through your body causing you to scream. Kang clenches his face but keeps his pace until you feel like you’re going to lose consciousness. A warm gush of clear liquid shoots out of you, soiling the blue upholstery of the seat under you.

Kang collapses on top of you, his body glistening with sweat. His breathing is heavily in your ear. Every muscle of his body twitches and spasms as he spills into you.

You both lay in each other’s arms for a moment, panting. Kang lifts himself off you and offers you his hand to help you up. With your hand in his, he says, ‘So, where would you like to go first, my beloved?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘We have all of time, across the multiverse, to explore. I can share it all with you, [Y/N].’ He raises his brows, waiting for an answer.

‘But I thought you said I was going to… die?’

‘You will. We all will die, in time.’ There is a blueish shimmer dancing over his dark eyes. 'But I will do everything in my power to prevent it. Until then, we have a multiverse to conquer.'

this how you got me feeling with this bestie😩☝🏼

Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.7k

summary: miguel finds out you can squirt, and he wants to make you do it again

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being kinda needy, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), a bit of praise and degrading :), creampie (bc i have a breeding kink), a lot of italics bc how else would y’all know what I mean?, also Spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: this thought would not leave my head, so this happened. also, I know there’s a lot of debate ab squirting and how it happens/what it is…I don’t have time to get into all that, just enjoy the short little fic // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

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