Ooooh, and Gabriel & Nathalie, romantic (sin, if you feel like it) “Well, this was unexpected.”
I was waiting until I got the newest chapter of TTWK posted before I did this drabble. It picks up immediately at the end of Chapter 28 but won’t be included in Chapter 29. A bonus, if you will, for my dear @youcancallmecirce <3
“Well, this was unexpected.” Gabriel sat up against the headboard and adjusted his glasses.
Nathalie smiled, pulling the sheets up around her. “I wouldn’t exactly say that…sir,” she smirked.
He cleared his throat. “Nathalie, this was not my intention–”
“When you flew to another country late at night to check up on me?”
“If I made you feel pressured at all…”
She turned to him. “Gabriel, do you honestly think I slept with you because you’re my boss?”
“No, not exactly.”
“Good because that would be ridiculous. Obviously I’m really the boss anyway.”
Gabriel laughed in surprise. “Is that so?”
“Of course. You’ve been falling apart without me around. How much did you spend to bring in a full crew for an impulse flight to Milan? Actually, don’t answer that. I’d rather not have to berate you while I’m still basking in the afterglow,” she sighed.
“You know, you’re the only person who dares to talk to me like this.”
“Which you find incredibly attractive.”
He pursed his lips. “I would be lying if I said I’d never thought about this.” He ran his knuckles along her bare arm. “About how we could be, but I suppose I thought I had locked that part of me away after…”
“I could never replace her. I’d never want to,” she assured him, leaning into the touch.
“Losing her made me cold.”
“It did,” Nathalie nodded. “But I think reconnecting with Adrien and the prospect of the twins has thawed you out again. You’ve been changing, Gabriel, you’re still changing.”
“You’re a big part of that.”
“I know,” she smiled at him fondly.
“How long have you…I suppose I’d like to know when you…” Gabriel trailed off, brows furrowing.
“Are you wondering how long I’ve felt something for you?” Nathalie asked.
“Yes, I suppose I am.”
She stroked a hand down his cheek. “Since you were my pretty bird and I was your red lady.”
“But that was…I hadn’t even met Madeline yet.”
Gabriel looked at her in awe. “You’ve been by my side all this time.”
Derek swallowed and said quietly, “I think. I, um.” This was far more
difficult to say that he’d thought it would be. He’d been dealing with
the situation for almost two weeks. He’d practiced saying what he needed
to tell Dr Deaton in the mirror last night and this morning, but he
couldn’t manage to find the words now.
This work is un-beta’d. There is nothing graphic about the medical examination. There is some discussion of bodily functions and medications.
(3,071 I Teen I Complete) *human au, College student!Stiles
Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski is alone as he
studies in New York- well, aside from his only friend in the City. Derek
lives in the same apartment building, and circumstances mean they will
both be spending Thanksgiving alone. When Derek suggests they spend it
together, Stiles jumps on the idea.
Scott and Stiles get a kitty. It’s a demon. It spills cups, bites Scott
(who thinks it’s totally adorable), and prefers using the shower as a
litter box. But for some insane reason, Derek is totally in love. With
Stiles isn’t sure what he’s more surprised by when he wakes in the
morning: that he slept better than he has in ages with Derek in his bed,
or that Derek stayed the night at all. The relief he feels when he sees
him there, sleeping comfortably, almost serenely, is palpable. They’re
facing each other, close but not touching, and Stiles takes advantage of
Derek’s slumber to watch him openly, taking in each exquisite line and
curve of his chiseled face, the way his mouth is soft but still slightly
downturned, long eyelashes lying delicately across his smooth skin.
Derek finds a kitty. Kitty hates Derek. Stiles has to help. It’s like
the most twisted game of Rock-Paper-Scissors they’ve ever had to play. Fluff ahead, because we all suspect that Derek may have a little bit softer side. Does he?
Derek stayed silent for a long minute. “Your best friend named his
fish… Fish?” Stiles nearly brained himself on the counter. “This is
really all you got from my speech?” he asked, not believing his luck.
Derek leaned toward him, resting with his arms folded under him. “Well,
it’s not like the part where you asked me to save your life was that
interesting” he deadpanned.
“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with
it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his
ass on the floor.Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?”
Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.
(7,155 I Explicit I Complete) *college au, accidental relationship
Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he
deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly
wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an
actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a
tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles
has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he
has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair
dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes
like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams.
They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them,
transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to
encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also
wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages,
and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder
(8,045 I Teen I Complete) *no pairing, suicidal thoughts, depression
Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before
his hands come slowly forward. Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he
buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back. He
catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and
onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his
neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the
careful ticking of its heart.
If he leaves it here, it’s going to die alone. It’s a sentence he knows all too well.
“What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”
You get cast in Riverdale with your boyfriend, Ross, and he isn’t too
happy about it since your role calls for a lot of intimate scenes with
another guy that’s not him. After watching your first sex scene, Ross
gets upset and it leads to him teaching you a lesson.
pure filth, spankings, fingering, dirty talk, dominate!ross, orgasm
denial, cussing, sex in a trailer, calling ross ‘sir’
// this is a reupload from my old blog xdaddyreggie //
You had been an actress since you were 3 years old, working on random
shows that needed a toddler. Your mom was a famous movie director and
your dad a famous actor, so of course, you were in show business.
While working on the set of MTV’s Teen Wolf,
you had met Ross Butler. He was only a minor character so you didn’t
have any scenes together. However, you were always behind the camera,
fascinated with the art of film making. You watched almost every
That’s how you two met. After his cuddling
scene with Malia, he walked up to you, shirtless and buff as hell, and
asked you, “How did I do?” You could literally feel the heat radiating
off his naked form as he stood so close to you. You looked down and
laughed under your breath and murmured a “really well.”
first encounter, he asked the same question after every scene still
standing as close as possible without it being weird. Once there was no
need for him on set anymore seeing that his character wasn’t needed for
the story line, he asked you out on a formal date. That’s where your love
You had been dating for a year and a half, and to
say that Ross was protective was an understatement. Whenever you were
out, he had his arm around you or his fingers intertwined with yours. It
wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he did completely, he just didn’t
trust the other guys.
It didn’t get any better when you were cast
in the same tv show. He was cast as ‘Reggie Mantle’ Riverdale’s typical
jock, fuck boy, and you were cast as ‘Mercy Hamburg’ one-half of the
power couple that ruled over Riverdale. You were both glad that you
would be working together since when you would be working on different
jobs, you would never see each other. You were so excited to be in front
of the camera again, as you had been behind it for over a year. Ross,
on the other hand, wasn’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t the other
half of the power couple your character was in.
He knew that the
relationship would be completely fictional, and it wouldn’t be you
kissing the other guy, but your character. It still bothered him that
another guy would be able to hold you and call you pet names and put his
lips on yours. Ross would never admit this, though. The pride he felt
when he saw you advance in your career would overpower his feeling of
jealousy—or so he thought.
You had met your love interest, a
character named Thomas Buckley, who was portrayed by Richard Harmon.
Richard was incredibly charming, but also had a goofy side that never
failed to make you laugh. You also had to admit that he was handsome,
but you honestly only had eyes for Ross.
The first couple of weeks
on set was chill. Your scenes were relatively easy, but you had yet to
film anything crazy intimate with Richard. That all changed today when
you were set to film a sex scene between your two characters. You had
never filmed an actual sex scene before, so to say you were a little
nervous was completely valid.
There were a lot of people surround
the bedroom set that would soon house your almost naked body, including
Ross, who had one scene later today but insisted on coming in early when
he heard about the details your scene.
You were standing behind
the camera with your lines in your hands, nervously going over them
while you bounced from foot to foot. Richard came to stand beside you
and noticed your strange behavior.
“It’s okay to be nervous, I was
when I had to film my first sex scene.” He tried to comfort you but it
didn’t work as you just nodded and glanced back down at your paper.
grabbed the paper out of your hand to get your attention, and put on of
his hands on the side of your neck, fingers slightly tangled into your
“You are going to do great,” Richard stared directly into
your eyes, “Just act like it’s the real thing and remember to breathe.”
He comforted you, and it had worked a little. Your anxiety had decreased
a tiny bit.
After a minute, he withdrew his hand and walked
toward the director who was calling him. You turned around to see Ross
standing in the corner looking intently at you with a look you couldn’t
interpret. You only had seen that look once before.
around as the director called you to set. He briefed you on how the
scene would go and wished you good luck. You stood on the mark by the
door, and the director called action.
Richard grabbed your waist
and pushed you against the fake door. With your back pressed against the
wood, he grabbed both of your wrists into one of his large hands as he
attacked his lips against your neck.
You shut your eyes,
pretending that he was sending waves of pleasure coursing through your
body with just neck kisses. You opened your mouth as he moved down your
body and kissed your collarbones. He only stayed there for a second
before he enclosed his lips on yours.
The open mouth kisses had
you breathless as he moved your body over to the bed. He pushed you down
on the bed as he brought his shirt over his head, and he looked down at
you hungrily. He bent down and started to kiss you again. The kisses
were rough, and you didn’t feel the butterflies in your stomach you got
when Ross had his lips on yours.
Everything went by so fast.
Before you knew it, Richard had ripped your shirt off and thrown it on
the floor where your shorts would soon end up. He attacked his lips to
your neck and slowly moved down your body. He again had your arms pinned
above your head. You faked a gasp as the camera moved to your face.
However, the pants that escaped your mouth, were quite real. Richard had
taken your breath away as moved up and down your body leaving wet spots
After a couple more takes, the director finally
dismissed you and Richard. You were putting your clothes back on as
Richard looked back at you and said, “You did great. If I was watching, I
would really think that you were turned on.” He winked back at you and
you lightly slapped his shoulder trying to act cool.
approached Ross who had moved from the back corner to the door that led
to a hallway that ended outside beside all the trailers. The look he had
before had intensified, and as you stood beside him he put his hand on
the small of your back, leading you toward your trailer. When he was out
of earshot of all the workers on set whispered into your ear, “You’re
in big trouble, Kitten. I know what you were doing back there and it
didn’t make me happy.”
It sent chills down your back when the
words left his mouth. Ross had only ever acted like this once before and
that was when you mistook a random frat guy for one of your friends at a
party and started dancing with him. After Ross, had caught you, it was
like he was a completely different person. The goofball you knew had
melted away, and this dominating man came out. That night, he had left
bruises on your butt that would be there for weeks and hurt when you sat
It excited you when you remembered that night. Just the
thought of that side of Ross coming out again made a pool form in
between your legs.
He had led you to your trailer which was at the
end of the row. He opened the door for you, but as you were walking up
the stairs he slapped you on your ass. It wasn’t a playful slap either,
it was a slap that said ‘you deserve to be punished.’
both were inside the trailer and Ross had locked the door, he turned to
you and walked slowly with a look of dominance on his features. Each
step he took forward, you took a step back until your back hit the side
“Oh, baby girl, have you any idea what you did today?” Ross
smirked as he wrapped one of his hands around your throat and looked
directly in your eyes. You whimpered in response which Ross didn’t like
as he tightened his grip. “Use your words, kitten.”
“No, sir. I
don’t know what I did to upset you.” Ross let out a groan as he heard
your words. The last time he was like this, he made you address him as
sir, and when you didn’t he spanked you, so you learned you lesson
“Darling, I saw the little act you put on today with
Richard. You were moaning and groaning with his lips on your neck just
like the way you do when you’re with me. What do you have to say for
yourself?” His hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck had started to
tug on your shorts.
“I’m sorry I misbehaved, sir. I was just doing my job.”
isn’t going to cut it this time, princess. I’m going to have to teach
you a lesson since this won’t be the last time your lips encounter his.”
sat down on the couch and pulled you by your arm to where you were
laying on his lap with your butt in the air. He pulled your shorts down
to your knees and started to massage your butt with his large hand.
want you to count each one, and thank me afterward.” He commanded with a
strong voice. You turned your head to the side and made eye contact
with him as you shook your head.
With that, he brought his large,
calloused hand down on your right cheek. You squealed in response before
saying, “One. Thank you.”
This continued ten more times, each slap got increasingly harder.
princess, you should really see your ass right now. It’s so red.” He
rubbed his hands over the tender skin, and you whimpered at the contact.
then hooked his fingers on your underwear and brought them down your
legs, and you kicked them off along with your shorts. He rubbed his
fingers along your entrance and smirked, “My little girl enjoyed the
spankings, didn’t you? Your cunt is dripping wet for me.”
You moaned and squirmed around wanting more friction from Ross, “Please, sir.”
“Use your words, kitten, tell me what you want” He continued to tease you.
“I need more, sir. Please make me come.” You begged while making eye contact with him.
wish is my command.” As the words moved past his lips, his pointer
finger and middle finger slammed into your core. You let out a loud moan
as his fingers pumped inside of you.
He showed no remorse as he
attached his thumb on your clit. He relentlessly went at your core with
his fingers as he curled them to hit that one spot that always made you
come. It was all too much for you to handle, and you felt a knot begin
to form in the pit of your stomach.
“I’m so close, sir.” You mumbled but Ross heard you.
“Hold it, pet” He commanded.
were about to come when you felt an absence in your core. You turned
around to see a smug looking Ross looking down at you, “Why did you
stop?” you pouted.
“Because, baby girl, you needed to learn a
lesson. I am the one who controls your orgasms. I’m sure you won’t
forget that now.” You could hear the cockiness dripping from his words.
You stared up at him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, trying to get him to continue.
next time, because I think I hear someone calling me to set.” He got
and laid your worn-out body on the couch. He leaned down and kissed your
forehead and whispered, “I love you, baby,” before walking out of your
trailer and leaving you very frustrated.
a/n- this is going to be a
3-part miniseries where I do the ‘costar’ theme for 3 of the actors on
Riverdale, and they all will be smut! Speaking of smut, tell me how I
did! My inbox is always open, so please drop a message, I’d love you
forever! This is pure filth oh my god I just so thirsty for Ross he is
such daddy. I was going to make this a daddy kink but I thought it’d be a
little too much lol. Thanks for reading, ily.
Prompt:“Maybe you could do one where you get bullied because you’re the Cheshire Cat’s daughter and they push you into the pool but you can’t swim and after that they call you hair ball and scaredy cat till Harry stops them.” - Anonymous.
Warning:All the warnings are in the prompt. Bullying, almost drowning.
Part II to Summer Lovin’, see what I did there with the name lmfao I’m a genius!! Anyways, enjoy this mess. Pairings: Brendon Urie x Sarah Urie, Brendon Urie x Fem!Reader Warnings: daddy kink, lots of dirty talk, some choking, gags, orgasm denial, b calls reader ‘kitten’ throughout whole thing Word Count: 3.5k
eyes widened and he took a step back from the bed. “I don’t have one.”
don’t have one?”
shook his head. “Nope. Parents didn’t believe in middle names.”
narrowed her eyes. “So if I call Gabriel right now, he’s going to confirm that
you don’t have a middle name?”
my middle name is Gabriel. Adrien Gabriel Agreste.”
studied his face. “You’re lying.”
“Your nostrils are flaring and your eyes are doing that weird darty thing. Adrien
Chat Noir Agreste, tell me what your middle name is.”
doesn’t matter because we’re definitely not using it for the kittens.”
blinked big blue eyes up at her fiancé, mustering every ounce of persuasion she
possibly could into one devastating look. “I’m going to be your wife. I’m
carrying your children. I should know your middle name.” She stuck out her
bottom lip and let it quiver for just a moment.
groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Prrrfffshnnn.”
his hands down his face with a defeated look. “Perfection. My fucking middle
name is Perfection.”
Pairings: Crowley x Angel!reader Mentions: Castiel, Sam & Dean
Summary: The reader is an angel whose wings get a little messed up after helping the brothers with a hunt. Crowley shows up and offers help.
“Wow… those… you’re… wow.” You glanced up over the top of
your powder blue wings at the British voice that was bumbling in front of you
with a half mouth smirk. You grabbed a twig that had found temporary residence
in your right wing after the last hunt with the Winchesters and tossed it
toward the King of Hell.
“Yep, they are pretty ‘wow’.”
You mocked as you attempted to tuck your wings behind you. A slight instinctual
blush of embarrassment crept up your cheeks at the idea of being caught in such
a compromising position and you couldn’t help but wince at all of the literally
ruffled feathers that grated together in your wings.
Dating Sirius would include… -sneaking around the castle at night -him giving you puppy eyes if you’re upset -you braiding is hair when he’s asleep to annoy him -being so sassy all the time -him getting jealous very easy -tickle fights during class -him laying his forehead against yours -him calling you his “kitten” -neck kisses all the time -always getting in trouble together -both of you instantly starting to grin when you look at each other
//daddy has some new toys for his favorite little kitten//
daddy kink warning obviously, so proceed with caution nonnies;)
I walk out the bedroom door, surprised to find Taehyung sitting at the table, loosening his tie after a long day. “Hey babe, why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” He smirks a little, jaw slackening a bit when he sees me. “What are you wearing that in public for?” He demands slowly, licking his lips sensually.
My dress is tight and black, settling in my curves and down my mid thigh. I grip the wall as I lift one leg to put on my blue pumps, meeting Taehyung’s eyes as they roam over my body while it’s shifting and moving under the fabric.
“Kitten…” Taehyung purrs, leaning forward on his legs.
“I have a meeting in an hour, Tae.” I block his intense eye fucking session, putting on my other wheel before skirting around the opposite side of the table and into the kitchen. Searching through the drawers for our granola bars, I feel Tae ride against me as I bend down.
“It should be illegal for you to go out like this.” He murmurs, bending over my hunched figure and breathing onto my neck.
“Shhh, hush little kitten.” He applies the slightest pressure with his fingers along my sides.
“Tae I really need to get going.”
He hums. “You said an hour.” His tongue flicks across my skin, eliciting shivers down my spine. “Don’t you know all the things daddy can do in that time?”
I swallow thickly as his long fingers lace through my hair, pulling my head back and moving closer against me, rubbing through the thin material of my dress. “But-”
“You’re going to make daddy angry if you keep resisting. Don’t you want to see the surprise I brought for you?”
I nod, straining against his grip. I’d spent forty five minutes getting dressed up and I wasn’t even going to make it out the door on time. Taehyung gives my ass a little pinch as I stand and break from his clutches, spinning around to meet with rock hard chest.
His tie is off, spinning it between his agile fingers before cocking his head. “Give me your hands, kitten.” He orders, tying my wrists together with a firm knot, the silk stretching against my skin.
My core is slowly heating, the feeble fabric of my thong soaking, only worsening from the friction as he leads me to the bedroom, legs rubbing as I walk. I’m not sure what kind of surprise Taehyung has, or whether I’ll even be able to walk after he’s done showing it to me. Because once he’s gotten fired up, it takes him a long, long time to come back down.
He tells me to sit on the bed and I do so, trying to stay patient as he reaches up in the closet for a rectangular black box, my stomach churning nervously as he saunters back over, opening the sleek, reflective lid.
A long black vibrator sits inside, a little pink collar sitting on top of it, a little heart on the collar branding me as Daddy’s Little Kitten. A small whimper escapes my lips, rubbing my thighs together to try and get more between my legs.
“Daddy…” I moan quietly, loving the intense look he gives me.
“What do you want, kitten?” He asks, leaning over me to fasten the collar around my neck, stepping back to admire my form. “I’m just about willing to give you anything looking like that.”
I lick my lips, tasting the cosmetic of my red lipstick. I’d love to see it over Taehyung’s face, painting his plump lips in a deep rogue. “I want you.”
He hums in assent, taking the vibrator from it’s box and rolling it between his palms, heating the cool rubber. “Daddy wants to play with you first.”
Leaning me back against the pillows, the pads of his fingers shimmy up the hem of my dress, pushing the stretchy material up the smooth expanse of my thighs until it’s pooled around my hips, underwear darker where my arousal has soaked through.
“Oh, Kitten.” Taehyung’s exaggerating voice enthralls me, deep and guttural in my ears. “Does Daddy really get you this excited?”
I whimper as he rubs a finger along my inner thigh, sensations ripping through my core at his barely there touch. “Ngggghh, yes.”
Slipping his fingers under my panties he pulls them down from the center, nails just lightly grazing my clit before he’s gone, leaving me a mewling mess in his wake. “You look so pretty laid out for Daddy like this.” He murmurs against my calves, lips working their way back up my skin. “Close your eyes.”
I do as I’m told, nails digging into my palms as he gets higher and higher, my body arching at the sudden sensation of his surprise toy against me. He moves the rubber head up and down along me in slow circles, not even turning it on and knowing it’s enough to drive me insane.
“Hmmm, let me hear you, kitten. You seem awfully quiet.”
He flips the switch on the side of the vibrator, a low purring sound coming from the black toy and high pitched moans tearing from my throat as it stimulates my clit in a cacophony of pleasure. My hips are rocking of their own accord, broken cries falling from my lips.
“Daddyyy… I-” My throat works as I struggle to keep my composure, fighting an uphill battle. “Daddy, please, I’m already about to-”
“Hold it.” He growls. “If you cum now, you’re going to be in very big trouble, Kitten.”
I roll my eyes, throwing my head back against the mattress and trying to squirm away from the toy, which only drives Taehyung to hover over me, trapping me as he turns it up higher. Before I can cry out he catches my lips in a kiss, swallowing the orgasmic sound whole.
His tongue slips along mine with ease, overtaking me in an instant as my legs begin to shake as I push away my approaching orgasm. I can’t breathe or focus or comprehend anything but the raw ecstasy that he’s put me under, careening under his demanding control.
“Daddy I-!” Falling headfirst into my orgasm I can only barely recognize that Taehyung has pulled from my lips, staring down at me with that deep, deep rogue spread across his lips and cheek. He looks so kissable, so fuckable, so sexy.
His groan turns into a growl as he watches me orgasm, writhing and rocking my hips up into the vibrator as it works me shamelessly and rocks me from head to toe. “You were a naughty kitten.” Taehyung’s voice is dangerous and low as he leans in, the room now quiet without the buzzing. “Now Daddy is going to have to punish you as soon as you get back home.”
His words reach through the euphoria, shaking my head. “No, no, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good kitten, Daddy, I promise. I don’t want punishment.”
His smile is a wicked sympathy, his large hands beginning to pull my dress back down over the curve of my ass, slapping it roughly as I arch. “Bad kittens don’t get rewards.” He states, getting up from his spot above me with dark eyes. “And Daddy still has more surprises in store for your return.”