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everything about you is just so pretty to him, he loves all of you! but your thighs are definitely his favourite part, he loves how squishy they are in his hands, how they feel when he picks you up to kiss him and they instinctively wrap around his waist.

or how they feel around his head when he’s way too focused on eating out your pretty pussy, your thighs threatening to close as he holds them just close enough as he slowly licks a strip over your slit, he’s just teasing you now. slowly flicking his tongue over your swollen bud as he savours the taste of you on his tongue.

you’ve got your hands in his pretty auburn curls, ever so slightly tugging at them as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, you’re just tipping over the edge until he pulls away with an annoying smirk on his face, just to tease you and make you whine for more, you use your hands in his hair to try and pull him back down and he acts like he doesn’t want to but he definitely does, this is his favourite thing ever.

he lets you pull him back down, going back to what he was doing and eating your pussy, except this time he slowly pushes his middle finger into your tight hole, giving you just what you needed and making you arch your back against the mattress, you’re on the verge of cumming now.

“pope, ‘m gonna cum…” you warn him breathlessly as he doesn’t stop his movements, he curls his finger juuusst right inside of you. “i know, angel… you can take it though, right? can’t you?” and it sounds so smug and taunting, it makes you feel even closer, and then that’s when you finally cum with a wrecked gasp and your arching against the sheets and holding onto his hair for dear life as you cum in his mouth, but he still won’t pull away until he has you throughly clean.

he then sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and giving you a “good job” pat to your thighs.

“see? i knew you could take it for me…”

𝓵ilah whispers … this kinda rlly short but i loved the idea too much, also sort of self indulgent since i’m a curvy girl irl ♡ anyway i hope you guys all like it !!

"Ngh.." You bit your finger to muffle your moans, your legs shook as Tommy slammed into you relentlessly "fuck" you whimper as you reach your hand down to rub your clit. The filthy wet sounds of skin meeting skin echoed through your cabin as Tommy pounds into you with no means of stopping.

"Nnghnn" You grip the bed sheets for dear life as a third orgasm hits, your toes curl as your pussy attempts to push Tommy out. Now too sensitive from cumming three times "Stop-" you attempt to run away since pushing him out didn't work "Ah! Ah!" You scream as Tommy grabs your shoulders to keep you in place for his ruthless fucking.

"Tommy! Fu- Please!" You cry out as you look down to see him slamming his dick in out out of your aching pussy "Please!" You cry again as he starts to thrust hard and slowly "..." Tommy stares down at you, watching you shake from the intense pleasure and aches.

Tommy slams into you and fucks you harder and faster than he did before causing you to let out a silent scream as he forced three more orgasms out of you before finally reaching his own.

Request: Hey! Would you ever do a Balthazar x plus size reader fic? I like the idea of the reader saying prompt 29.“Do you even own a shirt?” and Balthazar replying something like "I am wearing a shirt" (you know a reference to how deep the neck lines are). It doesn't have to be anything romantic just something funny. Thanks!

A/N: Two fics in one day! That’s a new record for me! @morganofthecoves1 let me know what you think! I tried my best, but any advice that you have for writing for a plus-size reader is greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 1K

Prompt 29: “Do you even own a shirt?”

You left your room in the bunker in search of breakfast. The boys were gone, out hunting a couple of vamps, something you knew they could easily handle on their own. That left you and Castiel with the run of the place. In an attempt to keep Castiel up to date on pop culture, you’d spent the night bingeing your favorites on Netflix. You’d popped all of the popcorn you could find in the bunker, pulled out your secret stash of chocolate that you’d been keeping hidden from Dean, and dug around in Dean’s room until you found his secret stash of chocolate as well. From what you could tell, Castiel had enjoyed the binge-watching and the food, but you still had a hard time reading him.  

The angel was sitting in the kitchen when you walked into the room, reading one of the books that Sam had gotten him for Christmas.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said without looking up from his book.

You opened the cupboard to pull out the pancake mix. “Hey, Cas. Should I have blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?”

At that, Cas looked up from his book and tilted his head to the side. “I know one of your favorite foods is chocolate, but I’ve always thought blueberries tasted better in pancakes.”

“Blueberry pancakes it is, then,” you said as you set about mixing the batter and heating the stovetop.

“You should also know that Balthazar is here,” Cas stated as he looked back down at his book. “He showed up sometime after you went to bed. Said something about needing a safe place to hide.”

You turned around, pancakes momentarily forgotten. “Is he drunk? Did he get drunk and then steal something?” You put a hand on your hip and pointed your spatula at Cas. “Because if he did either of those things, I’m kicking him out. He can find somewhere else to hide.”

“I’m not drunk, my dear, but I did steal something,” Balthazar said, walking into the kitchen, wine glass in hand. “I am, however, in the process of getting drunk. That is if your boys keep enough alcohol around to get the job done. Care to join me?”

You snorted, “I’m not a day drinker Balthazar, but if something ends up tracking you to the bunker because you’re a klepto, then I might have to become one.” You narrowed your eyes, noticing that his shirt was much lower cut than normal. You didn’t think you even owned a shirt with a V-neck that deep. “Do you even own an actual shirt?” you questioned, turning back to your pancakes.

Furrowing his brows, Balthazar glanced at Cas who just continued to read his book. “Are you quite alright, dear? I am, in fact, wearing a shirt. Were you knocked on your head during your last hunt?”

“I believe she’s referring to the fact that we can see your entire chest, brother,” Cas said without looking up from his book.

You nodded in agreement, stacking your pancakes on a plate and moving to the fridge to grab some maple syrup. “It’s also about two sizes too small, so you might as well not even be wearing a shirt to begin with.”

“I didn’t realize you had such a problem with my attire,” Balthazar said, sitting down next to Castiel, a slight frown pulling at the edges of his mouth.

Placing your plate down on the table, you sat across from the two angels. “I don’t have a problem with your attire, Bal,” you stated cutting into your pancakes, “I just think it’s funny that your entire wardrobe consists of V-necks so low that I wouldn’t even be able to wear them out in public, and a glass of alcohol.” As you began eating, you noticed the look of confusion on Balthazar’s face. You finished chewing and looked over at Castiel, “Cas, wouldn’t you say that you’ve seen your brother with a glass of scotch or wine enough times to say it’s considered part of his wardrobe?”

Cas looked up, staring at Balthazar for a few moments before nodding. “I think out of the last ten times I’ve seen you, eight of those times you’ve had some form of alcohol on your person. I’d say that is enough of a percentage for alcohol to be considered part of your wardrobe.”

Balthazar set his glass down on the table and crossed his arms. “I can’t believe that my brother and one of the few humans that I can tolerate are insulting me like this. I come here for sanctuary and this is the welcome that I get.”

You swallowed another bite of pancakes, looking up to meet Castiel’s eyes. A flirty, drunk Balthazar you would handle, but a pouty, sullen Balthazar could cause more problems than you’d be able to handle. “Pancakes!” you exclaimed, pushing your chair back from the table and standing up. “Why don’t I make you some pancakes and you can continue in your effort to drink all of the boys’ alcohol. We’ll just forget I said anything about your tendency to not wear actual shirts. I won’t even tell them it was you that drained their supply of hunter’s helper.”

The angel squinted at you, contemplating your offer, before reaching forward to pick up his glass of wine and draining it in a few quick seconds. “I suppose I’ll be able to get over your insult to my character.”

“Great!” you smiled, grabbing a clean bowl and mixing some more batter. “Chocolate chips or blueberries?”

He tilted his head to the side, looking a lot like Castiel did whenever you asked him a question that had no factual answer. “Chocolate chips. They’ll go nicely with the bottle of merlot I found in the library.”

“Of course they will,” you laughed, dropping in the chocolate chips and stirring them into the batter. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with a cranky angel for the rest of the day.

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