#milleniumpirewrites

Mmmm yeah he is

He's fucking into you deep from behind, the pressure making your back start arching like a cat.

"C'mon, pretty. Jus' relax f'me," dean said, voice slurred with pleasure. His thumbs found the dimples of your back, gently pressing the buttons to guide you back to where he wants you. "There you go. Just gotta relax and take it."

The rough pads of his thumbs soothed at the indented skin, the friction feeling intimate enough to compete with the drag of his cock.

"Dean," you whimpered, the softness of it all making you melt into the mattress.

"I know, baby," he said, pausing his thought to place kisses all along your spine. "Just feel it."

Tears brimmed at your lids, not because of any pain or hurt but because of the tenderness. His, Dean's, huge, strong hands splayed out around your hips, the knuckle caught in the divot in a way that made chills skate all along your body.

"Yeahhh you just like to take it, huh. Fucked so dumb and deep all you can do is drool on my hand."

You moaned against the palm he had pressing against your mouth to muffle your whines, completely immobilized by the press of Dean's body against yours. His mouth was hot against your ear, forcing your eyes to meet his regardless of the strain. His cock slipped into you easily, the angle and your slick making his head catch on your spot with every thrust.

"So fuckin' cute like this. Actin' like a brat when all you wanna be is daddy's little girl."

So this is what you get for acting a little too needy, acting like he doesn't treat you right. You were just trying to have a little fun, coax him into fucking you hard on the couch, but after he didn't bite... then it was personal. All day, making goading comments, acting like you don't have a man that caters to your every whim and whose favorite activity is being nose deep in your cunt. Dean didn't like that very much, but was happy to play dumb enough that you'd get yourself into some real trouble. Fucking spoiled, is what you are.

Your hips bucked, trying to escape the deep pressure of his cock.

"Nuh, uh, sweetheart. This is what you wanted, right? My cock and my attention? Well now you fuckin' got it."

It felt like he was touching you everywhere, his voice sending vibrations through your ear and down your throat. When your feet started kicking up, trying to wiggle free from the stimulation, he widened his legs, locking his ankles above yours to keep you still. All of his body weight landed squarely on you, and the warm hug of restriction slowly soothed your body into submission.

"Yeah, there you go, honey. Not so smart now," he cooed, still bullying your pussy. "Kind of pathetic how easy it is to shut you up, how quick you give in. Just takes a couple inches of cock."

cycle syncing headcanons cw: mentions of spanking, fingering, p in v, toys ... ☆ ... c. page ... ☆ ...

MENSTRUAL

ie. hormone levels and energy are at their lowest while the uterine lining sheds

... ☆ ... Doctor Sam really gets to shine when you're on your period. He is absolutely fawning over you, ensuring that you get your rest, massages, and enough steak for a small army. He always has a heating pad at the ready, telling you that while your hips are physically widening you have every excuse to feel tired and lazy.

... ☆ ... He buys you period panties because he thinks that always having synthetic materials so close to your skin isn't good for you, and you can't deny that you feel decidedly less pathetic when you don't have to wear a diaper to bed.

... ☆ ... He knows that you're probably not feeling up for it... but the way he fucks you on your period makes you wish it could feel this good all the time. He's handling you like you're made of glass, his palms big and soft and wide every time he touches you. He goes so slow, not wanting to jostle you or put too much pressure anywhere that's uncomfortable. Usually he's making you cum before he's even thought of himself, but he knows that sometimes you're one and done at this time of the month and doesn't want you to miss out on that big stretch and gentle internal pressure that feels so good right now.

FOLLICULAR

ie. estrogen levels start to rise, and the fatigue of menstruation is clearing

... ☆ ... Now that your period is over, sam decides it's about time for you to get back in the gym. He takes pride in acting like your personal trainer, and you just follow him around the gym like a little puppy while he chooses machines and workouts for you that seem totally random, but you're guessing they're not by the way he's writing down what you're doing in a little notebook. You don't mind the gym nearly as much when he's working out with you in a wifebeater.

... ☆ ... Sometimes if your period was especially bad he'll surprise you with a tiny scrap of white or pastel lace, a little reward after you had to sit through hell with ugly panties on as a reward. Even for your cute underwear the 100% cotton or silk rule applies, and he is staunchly against victoria's secret or anything of the sort that uses all synthetic materials

... ☆ ... After a week of shackles (not feeling up to fucking like you normally do) you are back to regularly scheduled programming. If you racked up any punishment or spankings during your period this is when they get doled out. Sam knows that during your period any punishment will just make you weepy and upset, and you won't want to accept any help. He also has a little notebook where he writes down exactly what you're due for. 'Bratted after given a chance to apologize - 8 hits,' 'snuck more caffeine than allowed - 5 hits,' 'acted miserable during our daily walk - 2 hits.'

OVULATORY

ie. hormones and energy peak with the release of the egg

... ☆ ... Even if the oura ring he bought you didn't show your cycle, sam would know when you're ovulating. He'd know from the way you beg him to make you cum on his fingers, from the way you wake up with a wet spot on your panties, and from the way you leave claw marks on his back when he tries to pull out of you. Most of the time he doesn't even bother wearing a shirt around you because it's just going to end up on the floor anyway.

... ☆ ... He tries to keep you as busy as possible, knowing this is when you have the most energy for workouts and getting things done, but it's hard to care for you while you're so easily... distracted. More than once he's had to take you out to the car in the middle of your workout, knowing you can't control the way that you're leaking for him but teasing you anyway. 'Can't handle a couple squats without getting worked up, can you, baby? Seein' your boyfriend all sweaty is just too much for a needy little thing like you? Gonna get you all fixed up and then it's back to work.' When you walk back in the gym together, you clinging to his side with a crushed ponytail, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what the break was for.

... ☆ ... This is when sam likes to get... experimental. He knows that if you're wet through your panties over a kiss on the forehead that you'll do just about anything to be satisfied enough to sleep through the night. If he's feeling thoughtful he'll break out a little vibrator, but if he feels like you're being an insatiable little monster he'll use a thick g-spot wand vibrator alongside his cock. It makes you feel like you're about to split in half but the way he coos and swipes at your tears, telling you 'you're taking your medicine so well' makes it worth it. If he's feeling really mean he'll just make you ride him until you tire yourself out. He won't guide you with his hands or thrust up, he just lays there until you either give up or start grinding into him so hard that he's worried you're going to bruise your cervix.

LUTEAL

ie. the dropping of hormones creates a loss of energy and increases cravings

... ☆ ... As you wind down from ovulation sam helps you into a more normal routine, and he keeps telling you that his sweet little girl is here to visit for a few days. Before he was dealing with a sex addict and he's about to be a slave in the kitchen to satisfy your pms cravings. As much as he might tease you about your mood swings the adoration in his voice and the way that he caters to your every whim takes the bite out of the words. He always grumbles that you're a 'needy little thing' right after a forehead kiss on his way to do whatever it is that you need.

... ☆ ... Right after ovulation you still have a decent amount of energy so he tries to plan a couple activities to make your week of rotting feel a little better. He takes you on some light hikes, go grocery shopping to pick out your snacks and help him decide what to cook, and run any errands so you're not rushing out for anything when you feel like crap.

... ☆ ... Sam is sure to get his fill of pussy before you start your period. He's gentle enough that shark week isn't also celibacy week, but he can't manhandle you the way he wants to. In the days leading up to your period he's always in grey sweats to show you exactly what you have access to, and you feel like his hips are glued to your ass from how obsessed he is with hitting you as deep and hard as possible from behind. This is also when the majority of your maintenance spanks fall. Partially because pms can make you act like a brat, but mostly because he needs to give you a good reminder to behave for the next week even if he rarely bends you over his knee

BONUS: anal during ovulation

... ☆ ... If it's a really bad one, none of the usual tricks getting you to quiet down, he'll take your ass. Sam plugs you up pretty frequently, thinking the little gem nestled inside of you is quite cute, but it rarely goes further than that. But when you're on your third round of the day and showing no signs of stopping he has to do something. It's the only thing he can do to you that makes you stop begging for more, the deep stretch of his cock occupying your entire brain. 'If your cunt's not gonna listen we gotta try something else, sweetpea. Maybe this will make you sore enough to be ready for a nap."

... baths ... healthy snacks ... getting told 'you're too little for that' ... braided hair ... maintenance spanks ... chore chart ... bedtime routines ... cumming on his fingers ... limited caffeine ... pussy inspections ... rewards for being sweet ... cycle syncing ...

... ☆ ... DOCTOR SAM who has your to-do list synched in his phone and texts you how proud he is with each item you check off. He always puts some easier tasks on there for you in case you need a little momentum to keep you going. With each check you get a metaphorical gold star, and he isn't shy about how proud he is of his little girl for being all productive even when he's gone.

... ☆ ... DOCTOR SAM who acts like your shadow. He never wants to smother you, but he does want you to always know he's there. If you're out with your friends he's sitting a few seats away, completely content to sit there with his work and keep you and your girls same. The only way you even know he's there is when you scurry up to him to ask if you can drive someone home (to which the answer is always yes) and because every hour or so he orders plain club soda for your whole table.

... ☆ ... DOCTOR SAM who always has healthy meals and snacks prepped for you in the fridge. Little containers of cut fruits and veggies, high-protein wraps, and pre portioned cups of nuts if you're craving something salty. When he is home he always serves you lunch on a tray, each thing he's picked out for you arranged all cute and made exactly how you like it.

soldier boy spanking your ass as punishment when you’re acting bratty but you secretly enjoy it and start to constantly wind him up so he spanks you and he starts to catch on, and then switches to spanking your pussy/clit instead without saying anything to you so you don’t expect it

extra points if he gets you a bit tipsy first because then you’re more likely to just lay there and take whatever he gives you

Oh I am listening! Also so honored I get to take your ask virginity!

♱ ... SOLDIER BOY ... ♱ 18+ MDNI soldier boy m. list

He would catch on the second he spots that fake-pouty look on your face; the one where your lip is jutted but you have a smirk pulling at the corner. He'd grab your jaw, force your eyes to his and you'd quickly realize that the jig is fucking up.

"Think this is funny? Think you can just sit here and moan and giggle after you were a fucking brat?"

He waited for an answer, obviously unsatisfied with the tiny shrug of your shoulders that you offered.

"Do you?"

"I mean I did..." you trail off, kicking yourself when you see his eyes narrow.

"Okay," he started, voice unnervingly calm. "I suppose you did, but I think you'll regret this little bout of bragging every time I have to right your fuckups."

Like you weighed no more than a pencil he flipped you around, now belly-up on his lap instead of over his knee. The only warning for what was to come next was the way he hiked your leg up and out of the way. He brought his hand down fast enough for it to be blurred, and it only took one hit to bring tears to your eyes. Your cunt felt hot with the impact, and you immediately missed the familiar sting of his palm against your ass.

♱ ... soldier boy ... ♱ 18+ MDNI

“Don’t put it out.”

You blinked up at him in confusion from the siding you were leaning on, surprised he wasn’t snatching it from you and putting it out on his hand.

“Take another drag doll, hell, light one up for me.” You slid one out of your fresh pack, timidly holding it up to his lips. He grabbed it and the lighter, taking a deep drag. “Doesn’t do shit for me but I know you like watchin’”

You nodded slowly, a soft smile appearing on your face now that you know he’s not mad. You finished your cigs together in silence, and you stubbed yours out, ready to head back inside.

“Smoke another with me.”

You laughed nervously, already feeling keyed up from just the one. “I’m okay. You’re welcome to another if you want it though.”

“I said, smoke another with me.” He turned to you, and had that look in his eye you had learned to be afraid of.

Dean using all that lean, tan muscle to push your body to its limits. “C’mon, baby. Big stretch for me. Promise that pussy is gonna feel nice and warm when your legs are all loosened up.” He had you lying on the couch with your knees close to your ears like he was gonna fuck you, but his boxers were still on and the only contact he was giving you was his large hands pressing at the back of your knees. “I know you like it better when your legs are too sore and stretched out to do anything, pretty.” Gazing lovingly in your eyes and pushing down on your thighs hard enough for your head to start pounding, he told you “You’re like one of those little plastic frogs that you push down on to make it jump. But instead of jumping you squirt all over me because I stretched you out too good for anything else.”

Like he said, with each press of his hands your cunt got even warmer, when you felt yourself dripping down your crack your legs kicked a little, trying to tell Dean without words that you needed him. “Don’t start actin’ like a brat now,” he said, shifting his grip to your ankles to involve your hamstrings in the ruthless stretch. Your face scrunched up in pain and you gritted your teeth, hating that he knew how much your cunt would react to the treatment. Dean leaned down to kiss your forehead, tasting the sweaty sheen gathering there. “Dad,” you cried out, calling for his real attention, tears leaking down your face in earnest now. “

teaching you to shotgun ♱ ... soldier boy ... ♱ 18+ MDNI

"Just relax your throat, okay? Know you're gettin' pretty good at that."

You shook your head in resignation and raised the can to your lips like he showed you, eyeing the jagged hole warily.

"Do I have to do the whole thing?"

"If you don't it's not a shotgun. You might as well have a fucking mai tai if you're going to be a pussy."

You rolled your eyes and tipped back the beer to save yourself from saying something that would get you in trouble. Once it was aligned with your mouth he reached up to pop the tab for you, smirking at the way your eyes widened when the carbonation hit your tongue. From the first swallow you immediately felt bloated, the liquid getting uncomfortably foamy on it's way down. You felt his eyes on you, tracking the way your throat bulged and bobbed. From his position on the couch his hands found your hips, gripping them to pull you forward a few inches so you were standing between his open legs.

"Yeah there you go. Pour that down your whore throat, sweetheart."