Suddenly Remembered About My DMC Fan Poster Series From 2019!

Kinktober -- Dante Sparda

Y'all remember when I said I'd start off tame? I lied, I cannot be tame when I comes to Dante. I hope you all enjoy the first of my works for Kinktober, remember to read the warnings and enjoy!!

MDNI!!(18+)

WARNINGS: Stripping, mentions of wounds, mentions of blood, monster-fucking, face-sitting, choking, stomach bulge, begging, size kink if you squint.

-----------"These Marks Will Be Real Hard to Explain."------------

You had followed your orders like you always did. The demons Dante told you to kill were dead, but he didn’t tell you how dangerous it would be. The aching muscles and stinging wounds gave you enough to be mad about, but this wasn’t the first time Dante sent you out alone on a dangerous job.

You shift your weight to one leg and lean against the phone box wall. With furrowed brows you glance at the sea of dead demons outside, listening to the phone's dial tone. Finally, Dante picks up.

“Devil May Cry! How Can I-”

“Dante!” You shout, interrupting him.

You hear him chuckle, “Hey baby, how’s it going out there?”

“Why the hell did you give me this job? You said it would be easy, you piece of shit!”

Dante’s sigh could be heard over the line.

“Listen, baby, we both know you can handle a lot,” he chuckles. “Consider it a test, alright? Now quit your whining and come back.”

Dante never did act like he cared when he sent you out on jobs like this. No matter how big the horde he always had some excuse for putting your life in danger. His foolhardy attitude made your blood boil, and you weren’t going to settle for some shitty apology this time.

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ see you right now, Dante.” You hiss before hanging up.

To spite him, you took your time walking back to the building. You stopped to pet every dog, smell every flower, and sometimes you stopped to take in your surroundings. When you do reach the building, though, it looks empty. Glancing through the windows you see nothing; Dante’s not at his desk and Nero is nowhere to be found. Part of you is relieved, so you walk into the lobby with your head held high. The dusty interior and messy desk in front of you never ceased to make you feel sick, but today something about it sent a chill down your spine.

You quickly walk up the stairs as unease encompasses you. Thankfully, your room isn’t too far from the top and you’re able to slip inside without making too much noise. You ease up and make your way to your dresser to change, humming as you sift through the drawers.

“Thought you’d never come home, babe.” A voice says from behind you. You turn around with a gasp, and your eyes narrow at the sight of Dante. He’s standing in your doorway with a nasty look on his face, and you can’t help but laugh.

“I fuckin’ live here! I’d have to come home eventually.” You pause and grip the hem of your shirt, bringing it up and over your head to tease him. 

“Not for you, though.” You finish.

Dante’s jaw tenses and he steps further into the room. 

“Where were you?”

You turn your back to him with a smirk, unhook your bra, and let it fall down your arms. Dante was near ravenous as he admired the curvature of your spin, and the way your waist looked from behind made him painfully hard. 

Dante chuckles and closes the door. “Come on baby, talk to me.”

You hastily unbutton your pants, and the sudden warmth of Dante behind you makes you pause. His hands wrap around your waist so he can pull you close, and though you were angry with him, it was hard not to lean into his touch. How his hands made your body purr and your mind weak was a wonder to you.

“You know I never meant to put you in danger, dollface,” Dante whispers. His hands squeeze your sides while he turns you around to face him. You look at him with angry eyes to hide how bad your body aches for him.

Dante pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles. 

“Tell me how to make it up to you.”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at the white-haired man. For a moment, you think about asking for a nice date, and maybe some flowers. But, Dante’s hands on your bare skin remind you of how exposed you are, and your mind begins to wander. You brush Dante’s hair out of his face and cup his cheek.

“Make me cum, and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

Dante’s eyes light up and he nearly drools when your words hit his ears. He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him by putting a finger on his lips.

“Not yet.” You say to him with a smirk.

Dante’s brows furrow and he pouts.

“I gotta get you off before I can kiss you? That’s damn cruel.”

You laugh and move close to his ear, planting a kiss on his neck.

“Get to work, then.” You whisper before pushing him down and onto the bed. Dante hits the mattress with a smile and props himself up on his elbows. He watches you intently while you pull your pants off agonizingly slow. Dante starts unbuttoning his pants, but you place your hands on him to stop him.

“Nope,” you pause and crawl on top of him. “I’m not fucking you just yet.”

Dante stares up at you in awe, he never could get over how good your body looked. You grab his chin to make him look at your face, then move your face close to his as a means to tease him. Your free hand moves down to slip your panties off, and your needy cunt drips at the way he grits his teeth. Dante’s hands come up to grab your ass, but once again he’s shot down by you pulling them away. You bring his hands up over his head, pinning him down with a grin. 

Dante groans and looks at you confused. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Letting you apologize.” You mumble while moving your body up so that your hips are in line with his face. Dante smiles at the sight of your dripping cunt, and his cock aches knowing he can do nothing but submit to you. You lower yourself onto his face, sighing in sweet relief when Dante’s lips hit your pussy. He immediately goes to work, his tongue parting your folds and exploring every inch of your tight warmth.

You inhale sharply and begin to grind against his face. Dante lets out a low moan in response to your taste, and the intensity of his ministrations increases. Your fingers fall away from his wrists, finding their way into his hair so you can pull him closer to your cunt.

Your moans fuel Dante’s lust, and his tongue delves deeper into you while one of his now-freed hands makes its way to your clit. His fingers are relentless, teasing and pleasuring the sensitive nub. You gasp, and your moaning turns into needy whining as his tongue continues its relentless assault on your tight core.

It wasn’t often Dante ate you out like this, so it didn’t take long for your legs to shake and signify the approach of your climax. Dante smirked as he continued his teasing, anticipating the sweet taste of your cum. You let out a pathetic moan as you come undone, the tight warmth in your core bleeding through your contracting walls. Dante chuckles and savors every drop of your nectar while you ride out your high. Pride grew in him with every whimper you let out, and as you lifted your hips off him he couldn’t help but smile up at your messy cunt. 

You smile looking down at him; his eyes are half-lidded and his chin glistens with your juices. Dante laughs and sits up, stretching and popping his neck.

“So, am I forgiven babe?”

You smile and cross your arms. “Hmm, I dunno. I feel like you can do better than that.”

Dante raises a brow and leans in close to you.

“Better?”

You nod while your gaze darts between his lips and his eyes. He had made it up to you, and you had forgiven him, but you wanted more of him. His mouth fucked you perfectly, and the outline of his hard dick through his pants taunted your sensitive pussy.

Dante smirked and cupped your cheek. “Can I at least kiss you now?”

You blush and nod, unable to stop yourself from leaning in to kiss him. The taste of your cunt is still fresh on his lips, and something about it drove you crazy. His hands move to your waist, and as he holds you. You pull away and plant kisses on his jawline, moving down to his neck. Dante grips your sides and groans, relishing in your touch.

“Can I really do better, or do you just want more?” He questions.

You pull back to look up at him with hungry eyes. You bite your lip and glance at his throbbing bulge before leaning in to kiss his neck once more. Your lips move up to his ear and you bite his lobe, earning a low groan from him.

“I want more.” You whisper while your hands slide down his clothed body. Dante’s jaw tenses and his hands explore your tender flesh.

“How much more?”

You pull away to look at him, and a familiar red glare in his eye catches your attention. Dante smirks and pulls his shirt off before laying you down on the bed and forcing your legs open. You laugh as Dante moves between your legs and caresses your thighs. His hands are rough but soft enough to send a chill down your spine. You close your eyes to enjoy his touch as his fingers near your wet slit, but he stops right before he reaches it. 

“Baby?” He says in a deep, growly voice.

You look at him and gasp; the burly man that once kneeled in front of you is now a huge, red-eyed demon. You had seen him Devil Trigger before but never expected him to fuck you in it. Your eyes scanned him, and when they landed on his cock you nearly fainted. Dante was already big, but now his dick was as long as your forearm.

His clawed hands moved up and down your thighs to reassure you. Your pussy throbbed as he moved your knees up to your chest, and while he loomed over you his cock found its way to your entrance. Dante plants his hands on either side of your head, and you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Wait,” you look up at Dante with wide eyes. “Is it going to fit?”

Dante’s laugh is gravelly, and he brushes your hair back behind your ear.

“It will, baby.” He leans down close to your ear, and the heat coming off him further arouses you. You feel his cock part your folds and ease into you. Your back arches and you whine while he stretches you out.

Dante lets out a breathy moan. “Come on, baby. You can take it all, can’t you?”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he pushes further inside you. The wetness of your pussy helps him slide in, but the sensitivity left over from your orgasm lets you feel every inch of him. Your cunt aches as his tip hits your cervix, a depth Dante has never reached before.

Dante pushed himself back up so he could watch your tight pussy take his cock. He held your legs open as he began fucking your swollen cunt, smirking at the sight of his length disappearing inside you. You cover your mouth to stifle your moans, and as you look down to watch him ravage you he forces more of himself into you. Pain shoots through your core as a bulge appears in your lower stomach. 

Dante smirks and places one of his hands on the bulge, pressing down on it as he fucks you. The pleasure of his girth mixes with the pain of his thrusts, and you can’t help but scream. Your hips ache as Dante slams himself into you, and as he holds one of your soft thighs, his claws dig into your skin. You whine, tears forming in your eyes as he nearly draws blood. 

Dante laughs sadistically when he pulls out of you, looking down to admire how your cunt gapes. You feel your walls begging for him, so you lift your hips to grind against his length as a way of begging for more. Dante shakes his head and holds your hips still.

“Do you want it that bad? Can’t stand not having me inside you, huh?” He teases.

You breathe heavily while your body yearns for him, nodding pathetically. Dante laughs and brings a hand up to grab your face.

“Then beg for it.”

You move your hips again and let out a breathy moan before speaking.

“Please, Dante, I need your dick in me. Please-”

Dante cuts you off with a slap, and you look up at him with an angry expression.

“What the fuck was that for?” You whine.

“You know what to call me when I fuck you. Say it right this time.” He growls.

You clench your jaw and roll your eyes, which earns another slap from Dante.

“Quit acting like a little brat,” he starts as he grabs your face in one hand. “Fuckin’ say it right.”

You nod, giving in to him reluctantly.

“Please Master, I need you to fuck me, please.” You beg.

Dante laughs and teases you by rubbing your clit.

“Do you need it? Or are you just a slut for me?”

You roll your eyes at his words and he laughs. He lines his tip up with your entrance again, his thumb still rubbing circles into your clit. Right as he slams himself back into you his hands come up to your neck. Dante squeezes your throat just enough to make any moans come out at meer squeaks. 

Dante’s cock fucks you better than before, and as your head starts spinning you feel your second orgasm approaching. Your brows furrow and your vision becomes blurry, but you can see Dante’s sinister grin as he fucks you.

“I love your pussy, baby.” He mumbles as his thrusts become sloppy.

Dante rolls his hips into you and he groans, his hands squeezing tighter around your neck. He lets out a loud, hoarse moan as he cums deep in you. The warmth of his seed pushes you over the edge, and as you cum with him your vision becomes even blurrier. 

-

“Babe? Hey, sweetie, are you alright?”

Your head throbs as you open your eyes to Dante, now back to normal, peering down at you. He smiles seeing you awake and cups your cheek.

“Don’t get up just yet, alright?” He says sweetly.

You whimper and take a breath as you scan your surroundings. You lift your head up, and Dante helps the rest of your torso to follow. He rubs your back and combs his fingers through your hair. You turn to look at him, confused.

“What happened?”

Dante blushes and looks away.

“I got carried away.” He pauses and looks at you with soft eyes. “You passed out.”

You laugh and lean into his chest. “And you did that?”

Dante wraps his arms around you and nods. 

“Yeah..” he trails off and kisses your forehead. “Are you feeling alright though? I know it was the first time we’ve done that.”

You nod and kiss his chest. “I’m alright, I think I’ll be sore for weeks though.”

Dante laughs and uses a finger to lift your chin up. He scans your neck, then looks down at your thighs. His brows furrow as if he’s deep in thought, and you tilt your head at him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

Dante shakes his head with a smirk. “Nothin’. These marks will just be real hard to explain.”

The ninja and their god forms (like Nya when she becomes the sea) based on this concept by @superstar-rockin-jay (pls click on it the quality is bad again)

Yeah so I reworked my previous designs, I’m not 100% satisfied bc they aren’t really coherent and I think I based it a little too much on the cultures I hc them as but hey speaking of:

- Kai is inspired bc mayan and aztec culture

- Jay (who has probably the weakest design) is inspired bc norse and celtic culture

- Cole is inspired by indian culture

- Zane is a tricky one bc I hc him as japanese but I didn’t really find any patterns that would match the rest of the ninjas designs so I also took inspo from inuit patterns (EDIT: I removed the inuit inspired tattoos since I’ve been told they’re scared and shouldn’t be used or drawn by non-indigenous people)

- Lloyd is inspired by polynesian and esp samoan culture (I hc him as korean/japanese but since Zane already has a japanese ‚look‘ I went for the idea that Lloyds grandma is polynesian and that’s why his design is like that) (I also gave him top surgery scars bc although he’s a god and could probably change gender whenever he likes I think it’s a nice reminder that my version of lloyd is trans)

- Nya is inspired by chinese culture

Reblogs are appreciated bc this took a long time (even without shading)

Batfamily x Pokémon

Genre; Fluff

Summary; Batfamily Members with their teams of Pokémon

Includes; Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain

This is so self-indulgent, but I hope everyone else likes it

Keep reading

Bounce bounce am I right lads

Cole - 184 cm

Zane - 180 cm

Kai - 179 cm

Lloyd - 175 cm

Jay - 167 cm

Nya - 166 cm

Probably I’ll make posts about them individually, but for now have them in the group.

She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: Soldier Boy’s been pulled from the European Theater to sell war bonds to the American people, the goodwill tour dotted by big cities and small towns alike. In the meantime, he gets familiar with the variety of women in dazzling costumes that accompany his speeches with carefully choreographed dances. You’re, without a doubt, his favorite of them all.

Note: Female (blink and you’ll miss it implied plus size) reader, but no other descriptors are used. This fic is so short because it’s pretty much PWP. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Dressing room sex, mirrors, breeding kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, overstimulation, implied baby trapping. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Chattering from the packed high school auditorium somehow seeped through the walls. The rural town that was the latest stop in Soldier Boy’s war bond drive had shown up en masse out of patriotism or sheer curiosity. Usually both. Electricity was always in the air before the show in small towns. Some of them didn’t even have movie theaters. 

You and the other dancers on the tour had set up camp in one of the bigger classrooms, using it to get ready in since it was near one of the bathrooms. Dresses, sequins, and makeup scattered about the room, making the place of learning look like a department store had exploded inside. You’d been helping another girl with the curlers in her hair until a masculine voice called out your name from the doorway.

“Soldier Boy wants to see you in his dressing room.”

You nodded, giving an apologetic look to your colleague, who waved you off. It wasn’t unusual for Soldier Boy to call on one of you to help him “warm up” before the shows. Lately, however, he’d almost exclusively been asking for you, to the detriment of your jaw. 

Grabbing a nearby tube of red lipstick, you hastily applied it in the illuminated mirror in front of you. The lipstick residue soon adorned a tissue that you discarded, and you used your fingertips to gently massage the muscles in your face in preparation for taking him again. You hoped you’d at least get to come this time.

A flyer had gotten you to this point, stark white with patriotic motifs, pinned to a board in the nightclub you had been working in prior to getting the gig. Uncle Sam declared, “Ladies, you can serve your country too!” You figured why not, there was a war on, and if you could do something to help, you might as well. 

Your qualifications led you to your local USO office, where you were handed a star-spangled outfit and joined a gaggle of other girls to be the supporting act on Soldier Boy’s war bonds tour across the country. At times, you felt silly, kicking and shimmying to audiences who were clearly only putting up with the opener just to catch a glimpse at the world’s first superhero. A man larger than life in every sense of the word, as you and your fellow dancers on the tour would learn.

Wandering the hallway, you checked each door for an indication of which commandeered classroom was his. Not one for subtlety, his dressing rooms always had ‘SOLDIER BOY’ printed in large letters, declaring his presence. You found the sign toward the end of the hall, giving a smile to the usual group of people who congregated around him, assistants and handlers to keep him on schedule.

You knocked on the door, announcing your arrival. 

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you asked when he opened the door. 

He smiled, putting his hand on your lower back as he ushered you inside. “Sure did, sweetheart.”

His dressing room always betrayed his vices—alcohol, drugs, porno mags. It didn’t faze you anymore, not like the first time he asked for you, a stuttering mess in his presence. Back then, you had to take a shot with him to settle your nerves enough to blow him without feeling too self-conscious. Now, it was routine. You moved to get on your knees, but he stopped you, to your confusion. 

Instead, he disarmed you with a passionate kiss that nearly knocked you over. You steadied yourself on his strong arms that had made their home near your hips. He squeezed them, pulling you closer so your body was flush against his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

You let him take the lead, he always did—strong, masculine, hard-working. Wasn’t America lucky its hero was easy on the eyes too? Except he had a temper, a mean streak that could go for miles. Not that you’d ever been on the receiving end of it. No, for all his faults, you seemed to get the best of Soldier Boy.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he whispered against your lips.

“You have?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. You’re—“ he paused, searching for the word he wanted to use, “special to me.”

You weren’t sure why he was laying it on so thick. It wasn’t your first rodeo with him. “Special?”

“‘Course you are. You wouldn't be here if you weren’t,” he said. “I wanna try something different today, alright, doll?”

“Alright,” you agreed softly.

He smiled. “That’s my girl.”

Your body came alive at his praise, and you pressed your lips to his for another kiss. He guided your body backward until you bumped into the vanity. Parting his lips from yours, he turned you around, bending you over it so you were face to face with yourself in the mirror. 

You looked at him from the reflection, brows furrowed as you wondered what he was doing. 

He leaned down, voice husky in your ear as he growled, “I want you to see how pretty you look when you come.”

Your eyes widened, and you grabbed either side of the vanity in preparation, to his amusement. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck as he pushed up your shimmery skirt, exposing your red, satin panties, specially made to be on display. Soon, your panties were around your heeled feet, one of his hands reaching to play with your clit while the other squeezed one of your breasts through your top.

“We look good together, don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asked, intense gaze studying your reactions.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned, trying to keep your eyes open. 

He always wanted you to look at him. From your knees when you were sucking him off, when he’d be standing on the side of the stage during your act, in his hotel rooms when he couldn’t find local girls to fuck around with. This instance was different, though, able to really see him, and yourself. You didn’t find your glassy gaze or parted lips particularly flattering, but he couldn’t seem to get enough.

His fingers had already brought you close to climax, and you whined when he pulled them away from you for a moment to free his hard cock from his pants. You shuddered, feeling it on your skin before he guided it in your pussy. Your hands curled around the vanity you were bracing yourself on. You weren’t sure if you’d get used to how his cock seemed to split you apart every time.

One of his arms wrapped just below your chest to hold you up, as you struggled to support yourself when he started pounding into you. Your pussy was already wet and pliant for him, and you'd be embarrassed by the obscene squelching sounds if you weren't so focused on getting off when he had brought you so close to the edge already.

You were your own voyeur, your brain feeling like it was going to melt, watching yourself getting fucked by him. His superhuman strength always caught you off guard, from the first time he shocked you by lifting you above his head on stage for a roaring crowd to the way he could make your body feel—and look—like you were little more than a ragdoll. 

“Gonna put a baby in you,” he grunted as he thrust into you, items falling from the vanity and onto the floor at the force he used to fuck you. “Want you up on that stage with my cum leaking out every time you kick up those legs—fuck—you’re mine.”

Your pussy clenched around him at the vulgar image he conjured up. “Yours daddy.”

His voice was strained, words slurring together. He was close. “‘S right, baby. Keep fuckin’ you ‘till you make me one. You like takin’ daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

You had to force the short affirmation out of your mouth, pleasure’s chokehold creeping up on you. That wasn’t enough for him or his ego.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“I love taking—oh fuck—taking your dick, daddy.”

He came, hard and sloppy as your pussy milked his cock. You cried out, feeling so full it almost started to hurt. Something in you finally snapped, releasing the pain and pressure as you rode out your orgasm on his softening cock. Your arms gave out from under you so that it was just his strength holding you up. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to go back to having sex with men who weren’t well-endowed superheroes. Go back to faking it, you supposed.

Your throat was sore. You hadn’t paid attention to how loud you were being. Everyone outside the room must’ve known what was happening if they didn’t have an idea when you first showed up looking for him. 

Soldier Boy pulled himself out of you, and you could hear fabric rustling and the sound of his zipper again. You didn’t bother trying to stand up, still needing time to catch your breath. 

He used his fingers to swipe up some of his cum that had begun dripping out of you, causing you to gasp at the slight sensation of them brushing against your pussy. You whimpered when he pushed his index and middle fingers inside you, already aching from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you. 

“I—I can’t—“

‘I can’t get pregnant and ruin my career,’ you wanted to say, but all that came from your lips was a desperate, animalistic moan.

“I got you, baby,” Soldier Boy whispered, voice low and husky in your ear. “Give me one more so it sticks.”

You choked on air as his thumb brushed your clit, rubbing circles in the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers pushed deeper, and your hips bucked at the overstimulation, your spent pussy reactively pulsing around his cum-slicked fingers that curled inside you.

The woman staring back at you in the mirror was a mess with her mascara stained cheeks and smeared lipstick. You were utterly unrecognizable as you came again, harder on his fingers this time, crying out as you gripped the edge of the vanity, threatening to break one of your manicured nails. 

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing kisses to your cheek, as you came down from your second orgasm, pulling his hand from between your legs. “You alright?”

“I think so,” you breathed. “Jesus Christ.”

Your legs felt like jelly beneath you, and you wondered how the hell you were going to be able to dance in less than half an hour. You’d have to reapply all of your makeup too.

He turned you around, looking at you with a brief fondness before kissing your lips, soft and quick. 

“I need to fix my face,” you breathed.

He smiled. “Why? You look great.” 

You laughed softly as he gave you space. You pulled up your panties from around your ankles, knowing his cum would stain them by the time you made it back to the dancers’ makeshift dressing room. Taking some of the tissues from the box on top of the vanity, you began wiping your ruined makeup from your face. He stared at you in silence from the spot he’d taken on the loveseat that’d been brought in for him.

“I think I’d be a good father. Better than my old man,” he said finally.

You paused, looking at him from the mirror, giving him a sardonic smile. “I don’t see you as the settling down type.”

“Maybe I just need a woman worth coming home to.”

“Maybe,” you echoed.

“C’mere.”

You obliged, joining him on the loveseat. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. You let yourself bask in the intimacy.

“Things aren’t always gonna be like this,” he said. “Once the war’s over, what’re you gonna do? Go back to dancing in nightclubs?”

“Why not?”

His jaw clenched, cheek twitching as he pulled his gaze from you. “I don’t want you doing this for anyone but me.”

This could have been any number of things, dancing, fucking, being at his beck and call. Knowing him, he meant all of it.

“Ben,” you said, grabbing his attention, “then you have to tell me what you do want.”

“I want you. I want the white picket fence, kids running around the yard with the dog,” he said, the intensity in his voice wrapping tendrils around your mind, pulling you into the world he was describing. “I want dinner to burn ‘cause I was busy putting another baby in you when I got home.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

A voice through the door startled you. “Soldier Boy, the mayor’s here to see you!” 

“Think about it,” Soldier Boy said, getting up from the loveseat to grab his helmet and shield. 

The door shut behind him, leaving you to agonize over the future he presented to you. Part of you wondered if you’d really have a choice.

Devil May Meow: They don't know any maths😔

Lady/Nico doodles! (I finished DMC 5 last week, I loved it)

Doodle with mission 03 spoilers here<3 (No idea how to tag these)

Tim with his Pokémon Reuniclus and Vulpix :)

I got another amazing art commission this time from @gokushairgel they are also on Instagram right here

Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.