#carter writes

[nebraskalov3r]

Sam and Dean have the softest rough sex, if you know what I mean.

Dean's hand is lovingly entwined with Sam's, while his other is around his throat and choking him out. Dean tells Sam he's broken and no one will ever love him, while he peppers his jaw in kisses and strokes his cock slowly, making him moan. Sam fists his hand so hard into Dean's hair that he pulls some out, while telling his brother that he's perfect, that he's all he needs. Dean hits and spanks Sam, covering his body in bruises, only to wake the next morning and tenderly press kisses to each one, praising Sam for how good he was for him.

[wandasboy]

Milf!Wanda x transmasc!reader dating imagine (18+)

Milf!Wanda loves to take you clothes shopping, even though you hate shopping. She makes it bearable because she incessantly tells you how handsome you are. You have a hard time shopping for clothes due to your stature and build—pants never fit you right, shirts are way too big or far too long, and you tend to experience a lot of dysphoria. She somehow always knows, and only picks out clothes with textures and designs she knows you’ll be comfortable in. 

Milf!Wanda is very possessive and protective of you. She is always touching you. When in public, she often holds onto your arm, intertwining her fingers with yours. She likes when you wear jeans because she will slip her hand into your back pocket. She is interested in getting you a piece of permanent jewelry with her initials on it but has yet to bring it up in conversation. 

Pre-op: Milf!Wanda is very cognizant of how long you have been binding and makes sure you take breaks when it’s been a long time. You used to fight her on it, but she does not take no for an answer. She keeps one of your hoodies in her car so you can still feel comfortable without binding. She always says, “you are my beautiful boy, no matter what,” to remind you. 

Post-op: Milf!Wanda was there for you the whole way, she absolutely adored having you fully dependent on her to wash you, clothe you, and make food for you. She secretly loves having you helpless and needy for her. After you healed, she would rub cream on your scars. Sometimes when laying together in bed she mindlessly traces the lines on your chest. 

Milf!Wanda often calls you her “good boy”, which translates to the bedroom. She most often takes the dominant role, giving you orders and placing rules. One of her favorite types of play is when she brings out your collar and leash. She relishes the way you easily submit to her and how you would seemingly follow her blindly. Her favorite position is being behind you, having you on your hands and knees at her mercy, her strap pounding into you, while she harshly handles your body and leash, making the leather of your collar dig into your neck. 

Milf!Wanda loves leaving marks on you. Her possessiveness knows no bounds, and there are often multiple forms of marks littered across your body. Whether it is nail marks, scratches, bites, hickeys, bruises, you often leave the house with an assortment. As she is extremely jealous, she has been known to mark you in public or even cut your outing short if she even gets a hint at someone looking at you in a way she doesn’t like. You let her, because it brings you immense pride to be wanted so deeply and carnally. She has thoughts of carving her initials/name into your skin but sometimes worries she may scare you with her darkest desires, so she doesn’t bring it up.

[cloud-of-pimps]

Polar Opposites

[cloud-craft]

Joe’s Horribly Kept Secret

Word Count: 776 Words

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Iskall grunted around the screwdriver in his mouth, hands preoccupied with the wires in front of him. He had to work fast to get the electricity back up, or everything will get messed up quickly. A sigh of relief escaped him as the lights turned back on and the hum of electronics surrounded him. He quickly cleaned up the small mess he made and shut the panel. Spitting out the screwdriver, he stood up and stretched.

The distant sounds of rain and thunder accompanied him on his walk around the aquarium. The Swede checked everything to make sure everything was working smoothly. It’s a good thing they finally got enough funds for a backup generator. Big storms like this one used to really screw up their whole business.

Iskall rounded the corner to the back, pausing when he heard the sounds of someone struggling. Continuing, he saw Joe struggling to pull a cooler behind him. While Iskall couldn’t see what was inside, the fact Joe had it made him suspicious.

“What do you have there?” Iskall asked, walking up.

Joe paused, blinking up at Iskall. “Oh Iskall my good friend. It’s nothing to worry about. “

Iskall looked at his friend, squinting slightly before shrugging. “Okay. Do you want any help?”

Joe seemed to consider the offer for a moment before shaking his head. “I got it all under control Iskall. “

Iskall just nodded again before stepping back. He watched Joe struggle a bit longer before he figured it out and managed to pull it along further. He gave a salute to Iskall before continuing on his way.

Iskall stayed still for a moment, trying to process what just happened. While it wasn’t the weirdest thing Joe has done, it was up there. Man just doesn’t show up with a cooler during a big thunderstorm. But he couldn’t dwell on it too long. Gotta continue his checks. So he moves on, heading into the employee only areas.

It wasn’t until he neared the med wing he saw something even more suspicious. One of the bigger operating rooms, ones used for seals and the like, was closed. Iskall paused outside it, listening for anything amiss between the sounds of the storm above. There was the slight sounds of metal tools, but nothing else. It was probably nothing, someone might just be organizing the tools for Joe. But the interaction earlier made that seem unlikely.

So Iskall knocked. It was a short and simple knock. And immediately following it he heard a muffled swear and the sound of metal. There was a pause afterwards before Joe’s voice came through the closed door. “What is it?”

“Just checking on you dude. Is everything okay?” Iskall had to raise his voice slightly over the sounds of the storm.

There was no answer for a few beats, making Iskall even more suspicious. Finally Joe responded. “Yeah everything’s fine. Just cleaning up. I’ll be out and about in a little bit.”

He was definitely hiding something. That much Iskall knew. But he also knew he wouldn’t be getting any answers, so he just said his goodbyes and moved on. Maybe he should get Stress to ask him. She usually can get an answer out of anyone.

He was pulled out his his thoughts by the operating room door opening behind him. Iskall quickly ducked behind a pillar, peaking out enough to see just what was going on. He watched as Joe walked out of the room, towing the cooler behind him. The lid was partially open, with what looked to be octopus tentacles spilling out. Joe quickly went back into the room, leaving the cooler.

That is what he was hiding? An octopus? Iskall’s curiosity grew until he felt propelled to walk forwards. Joe didn’t seam to hear him come, preoccupied with cleaning the operating room. Iskall slowly and carefully lifted the lid and held back a scream as he saw what was inside.

Laying in a small amount of water was a women. And from what Iskall could tell, she had no legs but the lower half of an octopus. She was unconscious, with bandages wrapped around her stomach.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming” Iskall couldn’t seem to look away from the finding in the cooler. His eye must be playing tricks on him. There’s no way this was real. He heard a gasp next to him and was finally able to peel his gaze away.

He looked up to see Joe standing in the doorway, panicked. “This isn’t what it looks like I swear.”

Iskall took a shaky breath, staring Joe dead in the eye. “Then tell me what it is”

[dorks-and-daisies]

jerevin 4 (things you said over the phone)

oohh i like this one! thanks babe!!

pair/ship: jerevin (jeremy x gavin)

prompt: 4 - things you said over the phone

title: go the distance

send me a pairing/ship and a number!!!

The older lad knew bloody well what time it was back in Austin but he couldn’t take it anymore. It’s been a few days since Gavin’s talked to anyone back in the States. He was back in Britain for a holiday. 

Gav picked up his phone and dialed Jeremy’s number, but to no avail. It went to voicemail, he figured it would since it was around 4am. He left a message, in hopes that he’ll get a call back. 

“Hey Lil J, it’s Gavvy. Just calling you because, well, I miss you. It’s quite lonely over here. I wish you were here. I’d probably hug the hell outta you. And maybe kiss you. You’re very lovely, have I ever told you that? You have a nice smile. Your laugh is pretty remarkable as well, love. Well, I don’t want to keep this going on forever, so I’ll leave this here. Hope to speak soon Jeremy.” 

And so Gavin hung up his phone. And his face turned a shade darker. Did he really just say all that to his co-worker and friend? ‘God, what have I done?! He’s absolutely going to hate me for this.’

A few hours passed and there was no return call or text from Jeremy. The British lad started to get worried that he said the wrong thing. The negative thoughts weighed him down all day and made him upset. 

9 hours later Gavin got a knock on his door. He wasn’t expecting any guests so he got up to check who it was. When he opened the door he was met with a mouthful of soft, brown hair. It smelled oddly familiar. 

“Hey, uh, Gav, think you could stop smelling my hair for a sec, bud?” The hint of a smile was heard on the person speaking below Gavin’s nose. 

“Jeremy!! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Austin?” The taller lad was very surprised but also very curious as to why his friend just spent 10 hours to travel to his house in Britain.

“Well, because I wanted to come here and do this.” Suddenly a pair of hands reached up and pulled Gavin down towards the ground. His eyes closed and a pair of soft lips connected with his own. He began to feel the other male smile into the kiss and then they released. 

“Jer-Jeremy, what the Hell was that for?” The Brit’s hair was now slightly disheveled and Jeremy liked the look of it. He hoped he would see it again very shortly. 

“Because of what you said on the phone, Gav. I could tell there was a deeper meaning behind it and I wanted to come and check that you really felt the same as I do towards you. Guess I was right.” The shorter lad gave a smirk and let himself into Gavin’s house. 

Let’s just say Jeremy got to see that beautiful messy hair on Gavin again. 

oh boy this was so fun to write i hope you enjoy!!

[nebraskalov3r]

Dean had always assumed he had the potential for a raging breeding kink.

I mean, why not? He was a self-obsessed, family-driven man. The idea of knocking someone up, of watching their body change because of him, seeing their swollen belly as a public reminder of his possession of them, and knowing he’d created a perfect little kiddo who was gonna look up at him one day and call him daddy…yeah, that sounded hot as hell, right?

But any time he tried to play out the kink during hook-ups, he just couldn’t sink into it. The girls he slept with would be more than eager to roleplay the part, spreading their legs and begging Dean to knock them up. But as Dean fucked them into some dingy motel mattress, the idea of actually getting some girl pregnant had him wanting to get up and bolt. As the girls rambled filthy dirty talk beneath him, he’d most often end up telling them to shut up, pressing his hand over their mouth as he chased his own release.

And then, most unexpectantly, like he’d read Dean’s freaking mind and knew exactly what his big brother needed, Sam was there reigniting Dean’s kink.

Dean had Sam pinned down on their tiny motel mattress, long legs folded up towards his chest, and Sam was giving Dean that innocent baby brother smile as he pleaded so soft and sweet: “Breed me, daddy? Please. I want to be stuffed full of you. Wanna have your pretty babies. Wanna make you so proud. Please, De.” And of course goddamn Sammy was running his hand over his belly the whole time he was saying it, knowing just how much he was enticing Dean.

And as Dean thrust down and praised Sam for what a good submissive girl he was and how he was going to make such a good housewife out of him…boy did he know that he definitely had a raging breeding kink.

[nebraskalov3r]

Thinking about oral fixation Dean.

Dean started sucking on his thumb for comfort after Mary died, but that habit was beaten out of him pretty quickly by John.

As he got older, he tried to find other means to scratch the itch. He always had a pack of gum in his pocket because they were easy to steal. He even had a brief fling with cigarettes, before finding solace in beer which he drank mainly cause he loved the sensation of rolling his tongue over the cool rim of the bottle.

Then he discovered eating pussy, and he’d take any damn chance he had to end up in some teenage girl’s bedroom, buried between her legs and lapping at her wet skin.

When he was sixteen, he pressed a loaded gun between his lips just to see how it would feel.

But then Dean discovered the weight of his baby brother’s cock on his tongue and he knew that was his true fix, that nothing would sate him like that.

And god, did it drive them both wild. Because Dean didn’t stop when he was locked in, when he’d found that oral stimulation that calmed him the fuck down. Sam would be tugging at Dean’s hair, trying to pull him off his dick as he begged “Dean! Please, stop! Stop! You’re gonna – oh my god! I don’t want to come yet. De, please. I wanna come when you’re inside of me. Stop, please!”

Because Dean did this shit every damn time. Promised Sam it was just a bit of quick foreplay as he slid down between his legs and started lapping his tongue over Sam’s pretty and leaking cock. But he brought Sam undone every single time with his mouth, still bobbing and gagging himself on Sam’s sensitive member the whole time he spurted his load down Dean’s throat.

Dean would then pull off with a half-hearted apology, roll his brother over onto his belly and fuck him like he’d originally asked for. Sam had come to accept the perks of letting Dean get what he needed first.

[nebraskalov3r]

Do you think food was ever so scarce when Sam and Dean were younger and John was away on long hunts that Dean genuinely considered selling his baby brother's body for some extra cash?

I mean, of course it was a hard no the first time he considered it when some creep their dad's age approached them outside their motel room and asked what Sam would do for two hundred bucks. Dean had almost broken that bastard's nose.

But a few nights later when Dean was helping Sam undress for his shower (it was just a weird habit they'd never really stopped doing despite Sam being old enough to not need help showering) he saw the way Sam's ribs were starting to protrude under his delicate skin and he knew he couldn't keep starving his baby brother like this. He didn't know when his dad was coming back, and they had nothing but some stale bread left between them.

So Dean left Sam to shower and went to rummage through the few personal belongings he kept in his duffel. He pulled out what he was looking for, a set of lacy pink lingerie he'd stolen from the girl he lost his virginity to, kept as a damn trophy.

"Put these on. We're going out after your shower." Dean said firmly to Sam as he tossed the panties and bra onto the bathroom floor, closing the door again to block out the sound of Sam whining that he didn't want to leave the motel again because he just wanted to stay in and watch TV.

It was midnight before Dean had those sweet hundred bills in his hand. Three hundred in total, cause of course he'd been able to coerce that drunk bastard into paying more for his Sammy.

Afterwards, he took his baby brother straight to get ice cream, and then spent the next few days making sure Sam was the most well fed he'd ever been in his damn life.