deputy anders x fem! reader (we are what we are)
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brother's best friend! anders, cursing, smut, staying quiet, mutual clothed masturbation, dry humping, unprotected p in v, mentions of alcohol and being drunk (so slight dubcon if you squint, both anders and reader are tipsy but they want this)
anders has pretty much always been in your life. he's your brother's best friend after all, so that shouldn't be surprising, especially considering that they went to all the same schools together, and even trained at the same academy to be deputies. two peas in a pod, all the time, since childhood.
even now, at your brother's birthday party in your shared apartment (living costs are rough and you'd much rather live with your sibling than with some random person that might turn out to be a creep), they barely stray from each other's side except to grab new drinks or to find something to snack.
and you're right there as well. having fun with your own few drinks, tipsy enough to enjoy the night to its fullest, sober enough to notice the not so subtle stares anders keeps throwing your way when he thinks you aren't looking. you did wear that new dress you've been wanting to find an excuse for after all.
as the night goes on, it gets clearer and clearer that anders will stay and sleep over, comfortably tipsy after straying from his original plan of being the responsible driver after the one he was supposed to take with him bailed last minute. and simply because you've always known him, have always trusted him, of course you offered for him to sleep in your bed. it's big, it's comfy, and he doesn't have to hold back from drinking.
so with all that alcohol, the exhaustion that sets in at some random point in the night when the social interactions get too much, he should be able to sleep perfectly fine.
and yet he doesn't.
he can hear your brother snoring one room over, can hear the sheets rustling when his boyfriend adjusts in his sleep, and most of all he can hear your little, tired breaths where you're curled up on your side within reaching distance. fuck, he should've thought about his feelings for you before accepting your offer to share the bed. should've at least jacked off in the bathroom before joining you because being this encompassed by your scent and this close to you has his dick almost painfully hard.
you grumble, hike your leg up ever so slightly, notice anders shifting continuously right behind you.
"y'alright?" you mutter out, slurring the words not because you're tipsy (okay, maybe a little tipsy) but because you're half gone into dream land. anders sighs, the alcohol having loosened his tongue just enough for him to turn and face your back where you're snuggled up under the blanket but blinking blearily over your shoulder at him, and whisper lowly so your brother doesn't wake up.
"just... being this close to you always has me fight my need to ruin the friendship between your brother and me." your brows furrow at his reply, mind still a bit too hazy to immediately grasp what he's saying, and he watches on as you turn onto your back and look at him properly.
you don't look disgusted when you realise what he means, and it makes a flicker of hope run through his nervous system. if anything, you look... intrigued.
"and how would you want to ruin it?" you murmur out, eyes flickering to his lips when he licks them. anders just tilts his head.
the sleep still half coursing through your body makes every circle of his fingers over your clothed clit feel incredible, and anders thanks the heavens that you're close enough to just wear a shirt and your underwear to bed with him. every clumsy pass of your hand over his bulge makes him stifle groans, noises of pleasure that he only holds back in fear of waking up your brother and his partner.
god, even just feeling your back pressed to his chest is enough to make him reel, your hand so soft yet firm around his covered shaft more than he ever would've deemed possible. would've actually happened. he tilts his head forwards, looks down to where you're palming his dick, and mutters a quiet "so good for me" into your hair. you whimper softly in return when his hand dips lower and he finds the material of your panties already damp with arousal, drags lower until he can push his fingertips into the fabric separating them from your cunt. fuck, all this for him.
he didn't even notice when he started shallowly thrusting into your hand, but he doesn't care, much rather focusing on the delicious whine you try and muffle in your pillow when he pushes his fingers in more, soaking the crotch of your underwear completely.
he needs more.
you need more.
"can you turn on your back for me, baby?" the sweet petname settles warm in your head, and you nod absentmindedly when anders already moves his other arm to help you adjust. you whine when he pulls away his hand - you were just starting to feel the coil begin to tighten - but don't have to wait long or even audibly complain before he crawls up, hovers over you with one forearm by your head and the other by your waist.
"anders-"
"shh, baby, s'alright, i'm here," he promises, keeps that promise when he experimentally rolls his hips down to grind his bulge against your core. your eyes widen, then flutter shut at the pressure when his tip catches on your clit. with every grind, it gets harder for you to stay quiet, and it's not like anders isn't suffering either - you're so warm underneath him, so pliant, so pretty and needy for him that it drives him insane.
the only sounds disturbing the silence are shared breaths, heavy exhales, lips oh so dangerously close to each other while he all out rubs himself on you, gets his briefs and your panties sticky with your arousal and his precum. another pass of his hips, and he grunts lowly.
anders frees his dick from the confines of his briefs between weak and unconvinced "we shouldn't"s and "we can't"s that both of you mindlessly ignore when he drags the already weeping head of his cock over the wet spot on your underwear, spreading the slick to make his thrusts just that much smoother.
his lips finally slot against yours when you whimper a bit too loudly, as his tip catches on your still- fuck, still covered clit, because he really needs to keep you quiet, needs to keep himself from moaning when your hips twitch up into his own on the next grind.
his "just let me do this for a while, baby" gets interrupted by a whine of yours, and anders revels in the sound, in the fact that he's able to pull it from you even with some fabric still in the way. shit, he really needs to change that, needs to feel you proper-
you're ahead of him, hook a finger through the crotch of your panties and pull them to the side so you can feel his dick slide so wetly through your glistening folds, hear the softest squelching sounds already. anders' arm almost buckles at the feeling, and his eyes widen when he can see you clench around nothing at the next rut of his hips. with a hand fisted around the base of his dick and his stare fixed on where you're almost connected, where you should be connected, he rubs the head of his length up and down through your core - from your clit, over your hole, almost down to the other before coming back up again with another pass.
and you're mesmerised, barely register the "we really shouldn't be doing this" you breathe out even as you spread your legs wider and he dips ever so slightly into you, stays still at the sensation. the groan that breaks in his throat makes your walls flutter.
a "please, baby, just the tip" turns into a strangled moan when he pushes in further, turns into a "just- ah! just don't cum inside" and he's finally diving deep, bottoming out with a raspy grunt when you welcome him in so easily, so wet, so tight and hot and perfect.
"jesus, y'were made for me," and he's finally fucking you, finally hearing you moan his name, even if muffled by his lips. finally making you his between thrusts and whispered praises and messy strokes of your tongues. "i'll pull out, i promise baby."
his hips snap into yours almost loud enough to drone out your breathy moans, wet slaps of skin on skin as his sweat drips onto your body just as your fingernails dig into his shoulders and almost slip from his damp skin. any sense of staying quiet fades into the background of your mind when anders is making you feel this amazing, and he also only faintly remembers to swallow your cute noises of pleasure with his lips as they descend back onto yours.
the tension in your abdomen pulls taut when at the next thrust his dick taps against your cervix, any slight pain going ignored when he groans into your mouth and bullies his tongue past your lips, your teeth, finding your own as you swap spit with some of it dribbling down your chin which you really couldn't care less about.
"m'so close-" you drawl out, cock-drunk and desperate to feel the release that was oh so close when it was just his fingers over your panties. anders groans in response, nods weakly before letting his forehead meet yours.
"me too, baby, i'll-" your hips buck up and he whimpers lowly, "-i'll pull out, okay?" you're almost gone, almost tipping over the edge when he only doubles his efforts, shake your head feverishly at his words.
your body twitches once, twice, thighs trembling where they're hitched high around his waist when that pleasure in you finally snaps and drags you under in perfect waves- god, your moans are the prettiest thing he's ever swallowed. and while he promised to pull out, to not cross that last border, how could he when your ankles lock behind his back, when you in your orgasmic haze plead with him to fill you up, to make a mess of you?
it's impossible.
he always wanted to give you whatever you asked for, and this is the best thing you could've ever begged of him.
with the way your walls are clenching around him, dragging him further, dragging him under within seconds alongside you, he can only moan your name helplessly and drive into you a few more times before his own high suddenly overwhelms him and he's spilling into you. anders fucks you through your shared climax, through your aftershocks, fucks his cum deep, deeper, until he's sure that you'll feel him drip for days to come.
you're catching your breath, his waist pressed flush to yours to keep his spend inside and not spill a drop, forehead to forehead as realisation dawns on the both of you.
the haze fades slowly but surely, and anders almost feels too nervous to meet your gaze that he can feel on his skin. did he go to far? was it all just an alcohol-induced one time thing? did you not really want any of this and are you horrified of him now?
your soft voice pulls him out of his spiral, and he hesitantly opens his eyes. your pupils are still blown wide with desire, and he's sure his aren't really any better.
"did i ruin us?" he breathes out, and your quiet, raspy chuckle takes the rest of his reluctance away.
"if anything, i want to ruin us more."
author's note: so, uhm... i want him? is that obvious?
Anders starts thinking about the future and wanting to try for it
breeding kink? unprotected sex, talk of reader being pretty pregnant
It was the annual picnic for the Sheriff’s Department. The park was covered with people from the neighborhood, families running around, the smell of multiple grills going. Tables were lined with food, drinks. Just a time for the community to get together.
Anders’ eyes found you, standing next to the table that held drinks. He was talking to the Sheriff but his attention was always half divided when you weren’t at his side. He smiled when he saw that you were with your sister Josie. Her daughter Mila had just turned two so she’d brought her out for the day. The little girl practically leapt from her mother’s arms into yours the moment she laid eyes on you and Anders would be downright lying to say that seeing you walk around with her on your hip, her head leaned over on your shoulder while you did routine things didn’t do anything to him. The thought of a little girl that looked like you and a little like him flashed through his mind. You, carrying his baby.
“Where’s your head at Anders?” he heard your brother in law, Luca’s voice and turned to face the other man with a slight smile “Just admiring that sister in law of yours” Luca smiled with a nod “Yeah, she’s something. I wanted to thank you and her for help Josie while I was deployed”
Luca offered his hand and Anders shook it “Don’t mention it man. That’s what family is for” Luca looked over where you were now dancing with Mila, laughing as her curls bounced along with the music “Gotta say Anders, your girl there? She’s a natural. Josie told me and I’ve seen it on video calls”
“Yeah, she is” Anders muttered, eyes tracing you. The way your eyes lit up every time you looked at Mila, not just Mila, every baby you came across. When they had kids on calls they couldn’t calm down he would call you and if you could get off work you’d be there. When the Sheriff’s granddaughter was a newborn you’d stopped by his daughter’s house daily just to help with household stuff. Hell the two of you couldn’t go grocery shopping without a kid finding their way to your side in the store.
Luca let a smirk slip onto his face, apparently having seen something in Anders’ expression “Glad we’ve been keeping all of Mila’s old clothes. Way you’re looking at my sister in law, we just may need them” Anders waved him off with a laugh “We ain’t never even talked about kids” Luca nodded “Neither did me and Jos. Don’t mean that I don’t love my baby girl with everything I got”
You sighed happily as you walked into yours and Anders’ house, kicking your shoes off. The picnic was fun, you enjoyed spending the day with Josie and Mila but you were happy to be home.
The moment the door closed, you heard the locks turn over then Anders was tugging you back against his chest, his lips finding your neck. A low whine worked its way up your throat, breaking when you felt how hard he already was through his jeans. “Anders?” you cut your eyes over your shoulder at him and he grinned, fingers finding the zipper of your dress “I been thinking” you nodded, brushing your fingers across the growing bulge and he grunted low “Think you may ever want a baby?” he asked, once the dress pooled around your feet. You turned to face him, stepping out of the dress.
You tilted your head, studying him “Anders. Are you asking me something?” he ducked his head, a light pink working its way up his cheeks “I’m not saying actively try, we’ll just ditch the condoms and if something happens..”
You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, had you thought about it? God yes. Every time you saw your husband interacting with children you thought about it. You wanted nothing more than to have a tiny little Anders or a tiny you with his crooked smile and bright blue eyes. You grabbed him by the belt loops and tugged him towards you “Then I guess we should head to the bedroom huh?”
He raised an eyebrow, snatching his shirt over his head and tossing it before picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and feeling his clothed erection rutting against your core with only your soaked panties as the barrier had you gasping into the kiss as he walked into the bedroom.
He laid you down onto the bed, quickly stripping out of the rest of his clothes. He crawled up your body, lips finding yours as his hand dipped between your thighs. The first swipe of his calloused fingers through your folds had your back arching. When he pushed two thick digits into you, curling them up to find that sweet spot and using his thumb to work at your clit you fell apart under him, your orgasm causing you to shake slightly.
“You’re so damn beautiful” he murmured against your lips, adjusting to wedge his hips between yours, you could feel the swollen head of his cock teasing at your entrance and clenched around nothing. You and Anders had been married for almost two years and together for nearly five. You loved him, he was the love of your life but besides once or two when you’d first started dating this would be the first purposeful time you’d had sex without anything between you. He held your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation.
You hooked your leg around his waist, urging him forward. He pushed into you, breath coming out in ragged gasps “Fuck you feel amazing with nothing between us” he moaned into your neck. You nodded, breath stolen by his cock stretching you around him. You could feel every ridge and vein. He felt heavenly.
After a moment of letting you adjust he gave a slow, deep roll of your hips and you arched off the bed, pushing your chest up into his, nipples brushing against the splash of ginger colored hair that decorated his chest.
“Feel good?” he teased, face nuzzling into yours as he pressed kisses on every inch of skin he could reach. You laughed lightly “Feels fucking amazing”
He pulled almost all the way out then gave a deep thrust. You damn near screamed his name. He grinned at that “You like that huh?” he shifted to sit back on his heels, large hands spread at your hips to hold you, positioning you just where he wanted you. “Want me to fill you up baby?” he teased, cock kissing your cervix with every delicious roll of his hips.
You could feel that tension building in your lower stomach and every damn word falling from his lips was helping to push you closer and closer to that edge. “Bet you’d be the prettiest little thing, all round with our baby” his thrusts got a little harder, your breasts bouncing and you could hear the headboard start hitting the wall but all you could concentrate on was the glide of his length across that spot deep inside of you, how his pelvic bone grinded down onto your clit, how he held you so damn tightly but still so tenderly.
“Wouldn’t have to do anything. I’d take care of you” he growled, thrusts never faltering as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders, leaning in so he could press his forehead to yours, he spread one large hand over your lower stomach. He pressed a kiss to your lips “You want that honey? Want my baby?” you nodded, cock drunk and dizzy. “Please Anders, fuck please” he chuckled low, letting his hand slip lower to work at your clit and when you came with a scream of his name, walls clenching around him, he grunted low, thrusting into you a few more times, tilting your hips like he wanted to get just a little deeper before he finally buried himself inside of you, his release thick and warm filling you.
He lowered your legs but slipped a pillow under your hips, cock still buried inside of you. You raised an eyebrow, still half out of it “Trying hard huh?” he flushed even brighter pink that he already was “Just don't wanna waste any” you pulled him into a kiss, flicking your tongue into his mouth. He groaned your name low, hips rolling into yours despite the fact that he’d just filled you moments before. “You’re off this weekend, so am I” you reminded in a whisper and he damn near whimpered “Fuck I love you” “I love you too Anders” you giggled, pressing kisses across his face.
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