Thinking about being stuck between Dadbf Simon and John during a movie. It’s very comfy being squished between the two.

cw: 18+ mdni, fauxcest, smut.

Simon playing with your pussy under the blanket, pads of his fingers keep flicking and rolling your misused clit over and over. You’re pressed up against John, his beefy hairy arm inbetween your tits as you hold onto his arm, bottom lip trembling as if he’d help you in this predicament you’re in. But he only takes a swing of his beer, “Play with your Dad alright, gotta be quiet, ‘M watchin the movie.”

You only let out a little whimper, the dialogue of the movie in your ear, along with your messy heat squelching everytime Simon slots a finger in your cunt so casually. His brown eyes flicker from you to the movie, scar on his face twitching with the growing smirk, your hips grinding into Simons hand that’s running through your glossy folds. Simons sucks his finger clean, dipping it back in your pretty hole with another digit, ragged voice hushed in your ear “You’d be bloody terrible at the theater swee’art, so fuckin loud.”

John is considerate though, very considerate! Giving you long, sloppy kisses that help you reach your climax easily after god knows how long of being edged during commercial break. Sucking your tongue as you claw down his arm, cumming again on Simons hand. You only fumble forward trying to keep yourself still, your face in John’s lap, face to face with the chubbing hard on in his jeans.

His pushes your curls back, rubbing your nape, “Give your Daddy a treat f’ interupptin my movie, yeah honey?”

And your face is all messy and fucked by the end of the movie, choking and on your full lips. Your own cum staining the couch John will clean up. Simon will coo, patting his knee for you to slide over because, ‘’S long past yer bed time swee’art.’

The brute of a man will smear John cum across your lips before slipping it into your mouth to suck on, sliding his wet fat cock into your snug cunt inch by inch, that Prince Albert piercing just right against your soaking walls. Simon will slow fuck up into you, one rough hand gripping your waist and holding you against his chest while grinding you down on his length, your choking uo sleepy moans, incoherent mumbles as Simon croons, “Gonna cum ‘nd then sleep baby, ‘s alright, Dad’s got you.”

John will zip himself up, kiss the top of your head, running fingers through Simons hair on the way to get you some new pajamas.

Simons aiming to make a mess of you tonight.

a/n: they’re running my mind rn. Like woah I actually do have plot for them. My fault y’all.

Atta Boy, Hotch | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Brat!fem!Reader

WC: 4.3k 

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, brat taming, rough sex, multiple orgasms (m), f orgasm, dom/sub dynamics (Dom!Hotch and Sub!Reader), deliberate disobedience, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, light bondage, reader being gagged, creampie, cum everywhere, possessive!Hotch, aftercare. L/N used twice.

Summary: You deliberately try to undermine and piss Hotch off in the field so he'll be rough with you behind closed doors.

A/N: If this stinks I'm sorry. I wanted to try and write a fic that wasn't completely in past tense to challenge myself.

But also…. OH MY GOD MY PANTIES ARE SO WET AFTER WRITING THIS 🤤🤭🥴

You’re pushing it today, and you fucking know it.

Every time Hotch opens his mouth to give an order, you directly disobey him, already moving in the opposite direction of what he wanted. Every time he says “hold position,” you take three deliberate steps forward. And every time he shoots you that warning look, the one you know all too well, the one that makes your knees weak and your mouth dry, you smile back like you’re daring him to do something about it right here, right now, in front of God himself and the entire Kansas field office.

He doesn’t. Not yet.

He just keeps that muscle ticking in his jaw that clicks every time he's trying to keep himself professional and his voice clipped, low, and lethal. He knows what you're doing and is mentally tallying every single disobedient act you decide to display for later score.

Morgan keeps glancing between the two of you like he’s waiting for the detonation. Prentiss pretends to be fascinated by the geographic profile. And Reid, poor oblivious Reid, has (actually) backed all the way up against a filing cabinet, as if distance might save him from whatever’s coming when Hotch finally blows.

Rossi, of course, is enjoying the show.

Breaking the Protocol

Simon Ghost Riley x brat!reader smut, brat tamer ghost, enemies to fuckers, don’t tell me what to do energy, praise kink, rough sex, oral sex, squirting, losing control, hand holding, mission fic (things got unprofessional fast, lol)

Synopsis: Forty eight hours in a rusted-out tower is a long time to spend testing a masked man’s patience. It starts with a stolen canteen and ends with your back against the glass, breathing in the scent of rain and a LT who has finally, finally had enough of your mouth. He promised to fuck the brat out of you. It turns out, Ghost is a man of his word.

Words Count: 7k

A/N: ✮⋆˙ Ok but… brat tamer Simon Riley has been haunting me and I needed him OUT of my brain immediately. I’ve had his voice in my head all night, so this happened. no regrets. enjoy! ✮⋆˙

Princess Treatment

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia Princess!Reader

A/N: The requested part 2 to my Mob!Bucky fic, which you can find here if you haven't read it. I became possessed by an idea and this is the result. I really hope you guys like it :)

Summary: Bucky finally gets permission from your father to take you out to dinner, in exchange for a favor. Said favor makes him disastrously late for said dinner. How can he possibly make it up to his princess?

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: some depiction of minor injuries, mention of firearm possession, Smut (18+ MDNI) - oral f receiving, p in v, mating press, heel kink, some brat taming if you squint

“With your permission, sir, I'd like to take your daughter out to dinner.”

Hang Up on Me Again. (MBJ)

Summary: His biggest pet peeve is being hung up on. So.. actions have consequences.

Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x Black!Reader

Warnings: daddy kink (I had to LMAO), brat!reader, hair pulling, rough sex, dom/sub energy, choking, use of N-word bc I CAN

hehe i had something else up my sleeve :) enjoy

Anonymous asked:Hi! I loved your brat tamer dex & fem reader! Can i request one where the reader wants to go out at night with her friends while wearing something revealing, dex refuses and to piss him off she jokes about finding some dude to pay for her drinks and dex is not having it AT ALL 😼😝

🫧 riling brat tamer!dex up this is short, i'm slightly overwhelmed with the number of requests. but i would absolutely add to this if you have further thoughts.

your friends weren't the most punctual group. they, just like you, announced things at the last minute. plans formed the night before, scrambling to arrange every detail. and it worked out perfectly every time, like some cosmic power had allowed it to happen just as you wished.

but for dex, this was torture.

Hold My Hand | Alexia Putellas x Brat!Reader

word count: 1.7k words

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You audibly huffed as she followed your girlfriend into the next store. What was supposed to be just a grocery errand has now turned into a shopping trip.

Somehow you had managed to convince your girlfriend to spend her day off running errands with you. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to pick up some fresh produce for the rest of the week, but on the drive to the grocery store your driver (girlfriend) had gotten distracted by the lavish window displays along Passeig de Gràcia. Prada, Louis Vuitton and Gucci had decorated their storefronts with the latest season pieces and your girlfriend was like a moth to a light of flashy displays.

She promised that she had only wanted to stop by Louis Vuitton "to window shop" but two hours later, your girlfriend was still not done shopping.

Alexia had her hands full with 3 paper bags, her new purchases nestled inside. You were quietly following behind her, your own hands empty. Your slightly irritable mood was the result of the Barcelona heat and the spontaneous detour. Gone was your bubbly self from this morning, and in its place was an attitude. Your girlfriend knew something was up with you, she was just purposely ignoring it because she knew the sudden change in mood is just you being petty.

"Qué quieres hacer? Let's try Prada… " Alexia suggests calmly, already steering you towards the store. Her eyes were laser focused on the window display, completely ignoring the daggers you were shooting behind her head. You had no choice but to nod and smile at the security guard as he opens the doors for you.

At least there's airconditioning here, you think to yourself as the cooling air greets you.

Within seconds you watch as the sales associates flock towards Alexia, immediately recognising her and most likely sensing a big sale commission. You dutifully follow behind her, not even remotely interested in the bags and shoes on display. All you wanted was to buy your avocados and go home.

"….algo a mi novia" you hear the tail end of Alexia telling the sales associate that she was looking for something for you. False. You were definitely not looking or wanting anything. When the sales associate turns to look back at you, you subtly shake your head, silently mouthing "nada" to which you receive a nod of acknowledgement in return.

But the sales associate probably knows that your girlfriend was looking to spend money today regardless of our refusal so she focuses her attention back to your Alexia— who was now pointing at a crystal bag on display.

"This is nice, amor. Si?"

It's a small black shoulder bag, the entire body adorned with white crystals. Judging by how your girlfriend was already standing in front of a mirror trying the bag on, you could bet that this was going to be another purchase.

"Si. It's nice." The quicker you agree with her, the quicker you can get out of here is your mantra whenever you are out shopping with Alexia.

You thank the sales associate as she places a tray of glass bottles, two glasses of sparkling water, and Prada stamped macaroons. Every single store you had visited treated you both like royalty, offering you refreshments and such. You snap a quick pic of the fancy tray for your IG stories, captioning and tagging it "out with my sugar daddy @alexiaputellas"

"Voy a comprar esto, por favor" Your girlfriend hands the bag back to the sales associate. To no one's surprise, she was buying the bag. You roll your eyes, silently munching on the fancy Prada macaroons.

Alexia walks over. Your eyes narrow into slits, watching as she saunters over to you. You weren't even prepared when she cheekily steals the last bite of the macaroon you were eating. You gasp, mouth agape. That was a damn good macaroon and you hadn't planned on sharing.

She pointedly ignores your glare, giving you a grin and a wink as she chews. It's like she's purposely trying to start a fight with you, already knowing you were not in the mood.

And just to piss you off even further, she adds: "Are you sure you want to look at anything, amor?"

You knew she was purposely prodding you, skating on a dangerous line to gauge your mood. Seeing just how much further she can push you before you snapped.

Which was fine, because you could push just as hard.

The sales associate has returned with Alexia's purchase and the card reader.

Smiling at your girlfriend, you say pretty loudly: "No. You probably can't afford it"

It was silent for a moment.

You see Alexia's smile freeze, the corner of her lip twitch ever so slightly. The subtle furrow of her eyebrows as she processes what you had just said.

The sales associate obviously overhears, but suddenly seems very interested in the fancy ribbon tied neatly around the shopping bag.

Alexia is unfortunately very used to your antics and regains her composure just as quickly. She chuckles, stepping closer to you until she is staking claim of your personal space. She cups your chin, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips are forced into a pout. Her eyes fall to your lips before she whispers, her voice low and husky. "Watch your mouth, brat"

Then she presses a smacking kiss to your lips as if that was enough to pacify you. Usually it would be, but you wanted more than just one kiss.

Unfortunately your girlfriend had already turned to the sales associate to pay with her card.

While your girlfriend was busy you noticed that there was one more macaroon on the porcelain plate. You grab it before Alexia can, shoving the entire thing in your mouth.

When your girlfriend turns back to you, she doesn't even try to fight a smile at the sight of you chewing with that cute little frown on your face. She thumbs away at the crumbs that linger on the corner of your mouth. You're still frowning at her, partly irritated, but cheeks puffing as you chew on the last bit of that delicious macaroon.

God you were adorable-- a huge pain in the ass-- but adorable; Alexia thinks. In that moment she understood the whole "cuteness aggression" tiktok thing you had told her about a few days ago. She initially didn't get it when you showed her tiktok videos as examples, but now she understood. She was practically fighting the urge to smother you in kisses right then and there.

So instead she settles with a quick affectionate pinch to the side of your waist and another stolen kiss.

"One more shop, por favour. C'mon"

"Baby, I'm tired…" You whine, dragging the vowel as you drag your feet along the cobblestone path. Childish. Maybe. But you don't care how you sound right now. "My feet hurt"

Your girlfriend glances down at the boots on your feet. They were Aquazzura, a delicious dark chocolate brown. And sexy as hell. She gestures at the boots flippantly. "I told you not to wear those high heel boots"

You roll your eyes. "I wore these thinking we were only going to the grocery store, Alexia. I was not expecting this detour"

She audibly huffs and stares down at you. Even through her brown tinted sunglasses you see her hardened stare. "Don't use that tone on me. And what is a detour anyway, we don't have a word like that in Spanish"

Your girlfriend clicks her tongue, lolling her head to the side. These were all telltale signs that she was getting slightly annoyed. Her accent was slightly more prominent, weaving in between the English words. You can tell she was trying hard not to slip into fluent Spanish, a thing she only does when she has reached her patience limit.

Well too damn bad you were just as annoyed-- if not more.

You face her straight on, your boots thudding as you step closer to her. Despite the height difference, you meet her eyes stubbornly, chin lifted and all. You shove your finger into her chest. "A detour is all our relationship will be if you don't stop dragging me into random places instead of the supermarket"

Her palm meets your ass. Ow

"What did I say about that mouth. Watch that attitude, brat"

You pout.

She turns her back and walks away with all the shopping bags, leaving you standing there.

Rude.

She makes it a couple steps before you bellow from behind her: "Will you at least hold my hand?"

She stops.

You see her literally take a full-body deep breath before she berugingly turns around and walks back over to you with heavy steps. The small smile on her lips tells you that she is exactly where she wants to be. With an eye roll for added effect, she transfers the shopping bags from one hand to the other so they are all grasped together in one hand instead.

Then she offers you her now free hand, her fingers wriggling in invitation.

"Ven aquí— come on, brat."

You allow her to pull you along, your hand now enveloped in the warmth of hers. You don't think there was anyone else on this earth that could deal with your antics. Your own mother often joked that Alexia was doing the rest of the world a favour by dating you. Alexia would just smirk that tantilising smirk of hers and throw an arm around your shoulder, joking back with a "God saves the toughest battles for his strongest soldiers"

To which she would get a sharp elbow to the stomach— which never fazed her. Your elbow would be slamming against pure muscle anyway.

She would of course soften the blow with a "I'm lucky to have her" and a kiss to the top of your head.

Looking up at your girlfriend, you find her laser focused on leading you to whatever shop she wanted to go to next. She had that look on her face, the one where her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly that a small wrinkle appeared in the space between her eyebrows. Her eyes are looking straight ahead, probably on the lookout for anything that may cause harm on your path, like a lone bin or an unsuspecting street sign. You never have to worry about much when you're with Alexia. You could turn your brain off around her and trust that she would take care of you.

Snuggling closer, you wrap your other hand around her arm, your entire side now pressed up against her so that your steps were practically synchronised.

"Thank you, baby"

And then you lean towards her and bite down on her bicep.

just because you can.

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headcanon: brat!reader and Alexia are biters. pretty sure this is the second time they've bitten each other lol

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

Fight Fire With Fire

(Sam Winchester x fem!reader)

Summary: You and Sam have never gotten along. You’re constantly at each other’s throats, making snarky comments, or glaring through rear view mirrors. So when the two of you hunt together, without Dean? The proximity is suffocating. Especially when you’re pent up after a hunt, and he’s the only one there to help.

CW: Enemies to ?? (lovers? fuck-buddies? you pick), lots of bickering, slightly mean dom!Sam, brat!reader, Sam just wants to break you, fingering, unprotected piv, orgasm denial, begging, overstim, light dacryphilia

WC: 7.6K

Based on this request!