#BDS fanfiction

[koemiexists]

need a overstim fic w alastor pleaseeeeee and maybe some bondage with his tentacles????

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

summary: alastor is your best friend, you think. but he doesn't want that. and you're okay with it. word count: 1.6k tags: smut, light bondage, tentacles, tentacle sex, overstimulation, monster form alastor, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, vaginal sex a/n: sorry for the wait!! i have been busy with school, as per the usual... but again!! slowly but surely!! the tortoise wins the race as they say!

You and Alastor were practically best friends. He never said it explicitly, but you knew that you and him had to be really close for him to be so at ease with you. 

Rosie had told you that not once had his smile dropped, even in private with her. You, however, witnessed it one time. It was an accident, sure, you had just looked up at the exact moment his smile dropped from a wide grin to a bit of a grimace. It happened so quickly you almost thought you were imagining things. 

Considering this, if anyone asked, you would confidently say that you and Alastor are best friends.

Alastor didn’t think the same, though, you came to realize when he loomed over your bed one night.

You were upset, to be honest, especially because you barely had time to yank your hands out of your underwear when you heard the telltale sign of him entering.

His shadow had spread out along the wall, staring down at you as you shot up, staring at Alastor, cheeks slightly red. The room was illuminated by two light sources; the constant dim lighting of Hell and all of the artificial bulbs that littered the streets, and Alastor’s glowing red eyes staring straight at you.

“Alastor?” You whispered, tilting your head in question of just why he was at your bed in the middle of the night. Angel had dragged you to a bunch of shopping stores for the entire day, rambling about how your wardrobe was especially lacking, so you were tired, and just wanted to let loose steam before finally sleeping.

In retrospect, you were glad you went along, considering you brought Charlie a new suit that she loved.

A sharp crackle of radio static forced your thoughts back on the Radio Demon’s form, and how he just continued to stare, before clearing his throat, the constant noise altering his voice rising. 

“Apologies, (Name).” He started slowly, gently sitting at the edge of your bed as you continued to silently look at him, your confusion heightening as you began to get apprehensive of what his goal was here. 

Despite the air thickening with static and apprehension, you couldn’t help the fact that you began to get wetter at the sight of Alastor. He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing at your form. 

“Why are you here?” You question softly, removing your covers from your body as you begin to perspire lightly. “You don’t normally come into the women’s bedrooms without permission. You said that it’s not of a gentleman’s nature to do so without courting her...”

He nods lightly, inclining his head towards you as he places his microphone to the side. “You’re correct,” Alastor’s eyes are on you again, glowing lightly as his grin sharpens. “And I am here particularly to court you. Although... it seems I may have interrupted a private matter.”

You flushed, and looked away. “Yeah, you have. Is that why you were acting a bit weird?”

Alastor huffed. “Weird?” His fluffy ears drew back against his head as he rolled his eyes, his grin still present. “I was not acting in an abnormal way.”

Feeling bold, you decide to wake the lion in the den with some teasing. “Oh? Am I supposed to believe that, Al? Obviously, something is up. You’re acting weird around me.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you glared up at him.

“Watch your mouth, dear. I will not be kind to you if you keep talking.”

You snort. “How are you going to shut me up, hm? Is the big, bad Radio Demon going to broadcast my screams? Going to make me beg for forgiveness? Are you going to try and take my soul? Huh?” You’re not sure why you’re so emboldened, and why you’re trying to get a rise out of the one sinner who can kill you in an instant, yet you feel thrilled when you see his brows furrow.

His antlers grew in size, and his eyes became radio dials as his large size towered your smaller frame. His grin was so wide, you felt your heart stop for a moment as his claws dug deep into the side of your pillow, right by your head. 

Alastor watched you yelp in fear, and he can almost smell the way your blood was pumping, the way you began to clam up. “Done?” He spoke slowly, as you nodded. “Good.”

Instead of shifting to his regular form, he just snapped his fingers, and you let out a high pitched squeal when your pajamas disappeared from your body. You were left stark naked, and Alastor only gave you a look, as if to punish you for your behavior. 

“Bad girls don’t get to orgasm once and be done with it.” A tentacle shot out from his back as his shadow self held your legs in order to stop any potential movement you may make. “You’ll take what I give you. And you have made me very upset, (Name).”

You whimpered, but he ignored it, instead pulling a chair up and sitting right next to the bed. His tentacle then went straight to your awaiting cunt, rubbing from the opening of your tight pussy to the tip of your clit. 

Twisting, you let out another squeaky noise, eyes wide and face flushed. Alastor peered at you, but you only let out a gasping ‘green’ as the tentacle plunged deep in you. You shifted again, trying to make the appendage go deeper into you.

“Needy? I barely touched you.” He smirked at your writhing form, the way your hair was splayed against the pillows. Your hips began to buck upwards, trying to get closer to the base of the tentacle. “Who were you thinking of?”

You sobbed out in pleasure, feeling your abdomen tighten as a second appendage began to rub at your clit at a fast pace. “W-what? What are you-” You interrupted yourself with another pleading moan exiting your mouth. 

Alastor rubbed your legs slowly, humming. “When you were masturbating.”

“Before you arrived?” You moaned out, an arm over your head as you hiccuped. “I- It’s embarrassing. This is embarrassing.” You told him, trying to keep your noises at bay. You felt your high cresting, but you didn’t want to cum so quickly. The tentacles kept their touches up, and you bit your lip hard, drawing blood.

He narrowed his eyes at you, the room filling with a cursed energy as he continued his ministrations, ever so slightly speeding up as you barreled to your release. 

You orgasmed around the tentacle inside you, whimpering as the other one rubbed your clit at the same quick pace, throwing you into the side of overstimulation. Crying out, you try to push it out of the way, however two more tentacles come out to pull your arms back. You writhed, your leg automatically jolting out in response to the constant stimulation on your cunt, and you shrieked as Alastor began to tease another tentacle against your already filled pussy.

“Now who?” He inquired once again, watching as you sobbed from the pleasure, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. His erection pressed against his tight pants, but he just disregarded the pressure, focusing on the way your hair was tousled up, and the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth.

After another tortuous moment of this, you caved, bucking your hips as your lips parted. “You! You, Alastor! I was thinking- I was-” You moaned roughly, and he smirked as you tried to gain your bearings. “Mm, I was rubbing my wet cunt at the mere thought of you!” 

Humming, Alastor grasped your hips, retracting his appendages that were holding your arms down. He leaned over you, in perfect position to thrust inside if he was bare.

“You look gorgeous.” Was all he breathed out, as you shrieked when the second tentacle at your cunt thrusted inside. You instantly came, whining pathetically for more, even as you were overstimulated. 

The other appendages retracted, and he unzipped his pants to thrust his hard dick inside you. You choked on a moan at the feeling of his cock, especially considering it was thick and long due to his monstrous form. “Al- Mm, Alastor!” You keened, wrapping your trembling legs around his hips. 

With every thrust, the bed shook tremendously, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. In your lust-filled mind, you couldn’t remember how there was others in this hotel, how everyone must have woken up due to the amount of noise you were making-

“No one will see you in such a state, darling.” Alastor groaned through the heavy static in his voice. You let out a quiet whimper as he abused your cunt with sloppy thrusts. He was getting close, and you just wished he’d fill your pussy, to the point where you were stuffed full. 

You were well aware of his questioning gaze at you, and you tried your best to fight through the fucked dumb haze, swallowing a few time as you tried to move your tongue to make sounds. “Breed me,” You stuttered out, looking up at Alastor. “Breed me until I’m full, Alastor, please.”

Alastor growled, and shoved his cock deep inside you, watching as you squirted all over him and the bed from the strength of your orgasm. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight, and he grunted as he pulled your hips flushed against his own, before cumming inside you.

You couldn’t even moan anymore, instead making a tired yet pleasured noise at the feel of Alastor’s thick, hot cum inside your swollen, puffy pussy.

You felt, rather than saw, Alastor slowly become his regular form. He shifted you gently, and you groaned at the way your legs ached. “Apologies, dear.” Alastor said, seeming apologetic as he kissed your sweaty forehead. “You must rest now. I believe you are properly sated?”

Smiling cheekily, you gave him a half-lidded lustful glance. “I may need some tending to, tomorrow.”

Alastor let out a small huff of amusement, smiling genuinely at you. “After I tell Charlie and the others that you’re perfectly fine.”

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[marvelnatr]

Training

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Sub!reader, humiliation, brat!tamer Nat, impact play, mocking, strap on, cock warming, breeding kink, cum filled strap, pussy spanking, spanking, bratting, oral fixation, office setting.

Summary: you continue to fail to complete your mission reports correctly. Fury has tried multiple times to get the teammates to teach you how to complete them and you cannot follow simple orders, he’s told that during your teachings you have a cocky attitude. So he places you in an office with Nat till you can get your act together.

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Your POV:

Walking into the office Natasha looked up at me, her eyebrow cocking as she stayed leaned over her desk “excuse you?” I watched her slightly confused “what? I’m supposed to be here at nine am and its nine ten” Natasha nodded “yes you’re late. But also have some manners and knock on my office door before you come in” I nodded a bit with an eye roll and started to cross the threshold, Natashas voice stopped me in my tracks “so turn around and try again”. Looking up at her I nodded and turned around, closing the door and knocking again. Natasha gently opened the door “come in”. Nodding I walked in the door and looked at Natasha, she pointed to the chair near her desk “sit” rolling my eyes again I sat down. I’m not a fucking dog. I felt Nats eyes on me, the door clicked shut and the sound of her heels getting closer to my chair till I felt her brush by me as she sat down “so you’ve been having some problems with your mission reports?” I shook my head “they’re fine. Fury is just being picky” Natasha looked up at me “his name to you is Director, I know for a fucking fact you and him are not on first name basis. Do I make myself clear?” Swallowing a little I nodded as Nat watched me “no, you’re going to give me a verbal confirmation” watching her I sat forward and spoke, allowing my attitude to lace my voice “okay”, Natasha’s eyes found mine, the second we made eye contact I had realized I may have sounded a little too bold. Natasha calmly spoke “okay what?” I watched her, backing down a little “o-okay yes ma’am”. I received a simple nod from her and sat there in silence while she finished up her work.

After fifteen minutes I looked at her “okay what the fuck am I doing here? Cause if I’m just gonna sit here I’m leaving” Natasha looked at me “you will be patient Y/N” pouting I sat back and watched her work. This went on for around another thirty minutes before she looked at me “okay, what was the last mission you did” I looked at her and sat up “fucking finally” shooting a glare at me she growled a little “watch your fucking mouth, I am here to help you, so drop the fucking attitude” ignoring her statement I pulled out my computer and pulled up the mission report. I felt her lean over my shoulder as she looked at my report and scoffed “no wonder fury wont take this, its messy” I looked at her “excuse you?” Natasha cocked her eyebrow at me “I didn’t stutter did I?” Shutting up a little I rolled my eyes and thought of a quick snarky comeback “so what’s wrong with it then if you’re so fucking smart” I guess that was it. That’s what snapped her. Within seconds I was turned and facing her, her green eyes piercing into mine

Natasha’s POV:

Wrapping my hand around her throat Y/N left out a little gasp, her eyes widening as her legs squeezed together. I laughed a little and mocked “oh, I see, you just needed to be choked out a little didn’t you?” Y/N’s knuckles turned white as she squirmed “n-no” I laughed at her, tutting “oh detka, poor little thing. How I’d love to fuck you but you need an attitude adjustment” I let go of her neck with a little push and looked at her “rewrite it. Again. Stop beating around the bush and write it” Y/N pouted “b-but I don’t know how” I grabbed her jaw and made her look at me “you’re a smart little girl, you’ll figure it out” a pout formed on her lips as she looked at her computer and started typing. Nodding I sat back down at my desk. Y/N’s legs were squeezed shut as she typed. She would look up at me on occasion, her eyes begged me to fuck her as her pupils were blown with lust. Smirking at her I shook my head “focus on your work darling”

Y/N continued with her work. I decided it was time to fuck around with her a little, my fingers made their way to my button up shirt, slowly undoing the first three buttons to reveal my cleavage. Y/N’s eyes had been trained on my chest for a solid two minutes now. I laughed a little “what’s got you distracted darling?” Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head “nothing”. I slowly got up and leaned over the desk, my chest close to her face “try again detka” Y/N looked up at me, her eyes filled with anticipation as I leaned over her. The younger woman shakily inhaled and swallowed thick, as he spoke weakly “n-nothing miss” nodding I turned her computer to me “lets see how much progress you’ve made shall we love”. Looking over her work I tutted, she really hasn’t changed a thing. She’s made advances but hasn’t done much. I looked at her “this really isn’t any better dorogoy, are you really that dumb that you can’t put together a simple report? I know you’re so much smarter then this” a whine fell from her lips “I don’t get it, this is such bullshit!” Cocking my eyebrow at her I warned her “watch your mouth” Y/N looked at me with that same bratty look “fucking make me” laughing I leaned in closer “I will”. Her eyes widened as I sat down in my chair and patted my lap “come bring your computer and sit” Y/N rolled her eyes “no, I’m not a fucking child” I chuckled “you sure are acting like one” she quickly shot me a look and stupidly defended herself “I am not!” I scoffed at her “you are, just like a spoiled fucking brat if you ask me” huffing Y/N sat back in her chair, folding her arms and turning away from me just as a pouting child would. I laughed and mumbled “my point proven”

After about fifteen minutes she grumbled “I would like to leave now” I nodded while typing “you can after you finish your report” Y/N groaned “but I don’t fucking know what to do to fix it!” Looking over at her I spoke calmly, probably pissing her off even more “I offered to help you darling, and you wouldn’t take it. But the offer is still there. When you can drop your ego and come and sit in my lap like a good girl I can help you” she shook her head and spat “in your fucking dreams” I laughed and nodded “your choice then darling”

After a few more minutes she realized I wasn’t giving in. I heard her movements to grab her computer and find her way over to me. Looking over at her I saw her eyes watching my lap. Leaning back I gave her room to sit down, Y/N shuffled over to me pouting as I took her computer from her and allowed her to sit in my lap. Tucking some hair behind her ear I whispered “this isn’t so bad is it?” Shifting to get comfy she grumbled, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration “this sucks” I laughed a little and held her waist “don’t hurt my feelings now darling. Stop pretending you don’t like it”. A red tint fell over her cheeks as she cuddled into me and I smiled “that’s a good girl. Now, look at your screen”. I adjusted Y/N so she could see her screen and her eyes widened at me, I knew it was only time before she felt my strap in my pants, I laughed a little and mocked in her ear “so distracted darling, are you okay?”. A blush tinted her cheeks red as she nodded “y-yes da- ma’am”, I smirked “oh no baby say what you were gonna say”. Y/N squirmed in my lap as she mumbled, I held her hips and stilled her movements “speak up detka”. She pushed her head into my chest “y-yes d-daddy”. I groaned a little and held her hips down “such a good girl, there we go, finally learning your place”, the girl shot a glare at me and I smacked her thigh “nuh uh little girl, knock it off”, her eyes rolled as she spat “fucking make me”.

My hand quickly wrapped around her throat as I stood her up, quickly laying her flat over my desk then landing a harsh smack to her ass “that’s it, enough of the attitude”, Y/N gasped and moaned a little. Chuckling I tutted “such a fucking slut, is this what you want? You want me to spank you?” I spanked her again and stuck my fingers in her mouth “you just want to get punished thats all, want me to make you my little bitch”. I continued to land harsh spanks to her ass, the crimson red color was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You could see the slight outlines of my rings from the impact on her sore ass. Y/N was whimpering and crying a little, drooling all over my desk. I laughed “awww my poor little girl, you can give but you cant take? But you look so pretty for me. You ass all red while you make a mess all over my desk. Those pretty little tears don’t mean shit to me princess”

I watched as she squirmed, an unmistakable wet patch forming on her panties. Kicking her legs apart I gently pushed my palm on her cunt “mmmm so wet for me babygirl” Y/N moaned and whined, her legs closing around my hands. I smacked her cunt and looked up at her “you do not close your legs when I touch you, do you understand little girl?” She nodded and moaned “y-yes daddy” pushing my hand against her cunt I spoke again “I said do you understand?”, moaning a bit louder she fixed her sentence “y-yes daddy I understand” smirking I whispered in her ear “panties off and lay on the couch”. Y/N scrambled to the couch taking off her panties. I locked the office door and headed over to her. I rubbed her thighs gently “open your legs detka”, her legs quickly fell open and I groaned “you’re fucking soaked babygirl“ a red tint formed on her cheeks as I trailed my finger along her cunt “so you can follow orders, shocking”. Y/N snapped her legs shut “oh fuck off”. I cocked my eyebrow at her lowering my voice to a growl “what did you just say to me Y/N?”, her eyes went wide as her face turned white. Fear and anticipation flooded her eyes as I tutted “what am I going to do with you huh little girl?” I watched as she swallowed thick, standing up I leaned over her and grabbed her neck “lets see…I could edge you…or I could spank your poor little cunt….and I could just completely leave you without touching you” Y/N quickly protested to my last suggestion, a pleading whine falling from her lips “no daddy please! Please don’t leave me like this!”. I laughed at her “and what makes you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do with you darling? Where on earth did you get that thought?”

Dead silence fell over the room. Y/N’s pupils blown with lust and fear as she squirmed. I chuckled at her squeezing her neck tighter and pulling her closer to my face “come on slut speak up”, the younger woman gasped and rambled out “I-I dont! y-you’re in charge daddy”. Smiling I nodded “that’s right detka, daddy is is charge. Here’s what’s gonna happen” I trailed my hand down to her cunt as I spoke, allowing my accent to lace my voice a little more “you’re going to lay here and hold yourself open while daddy spanks this pretty little cunt five times for your misconduct. Do I make myself clear?” Y/N moaned and nodded “y-yes daddy you made yourself clear”

Y/N spread herself open, I smirked at her “so wet”, leaning down I hovered my face just above her cunt, my breath falling over her cunt making her twitch as I smiled “oh this is gonna be so much fucking fun” pushing my palm onto her heated core I kissed her gently then landed a semi harsh smack. Y/N yelped and moaned as I gently rubbed “you know what to do darling”. The girl swallowed thick, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath “o-one thank you daddy”. Smiling I nodded and spanked her pussy again. I received the same reaction as the last. Y/N jolting slightly at the impact on her already swollen cunt from being so needy. I looked in her eyes as she counted again “two t-thank you daddy”. Nodding I finished the next three. Rubbing her pussy gently I groaned “so red and puffy now darling, you look so pretty like this” a blush fell over her cheeks and I chuckled “so shy, why did I punish you baby?” Y/N whispered gently “b-because I closed my legs while you were touching me” I nodded and rubbed “and is that polite?”, blushing further she shook her head “no daddy”. I smiled and kissed her knee “good girl. Now, you need to finish your report”. Immediately she whined “I don’t wanna!” I folded my arms “tell you what, you do the report and you get to cockwarm daddy as you work” Y/N bit her lip eagerly nodding “deal!”

Laughing I walked over to the desk and sat down. Y/N watched me as she rubbed her legs together, I patted my lap “come on darling, you’re so soaked you’ll be just fine”. She turned beet red as she straddled me and sunk gently down on my strap. Her cunt swallowing every inch of the thick toy as her mouth fell open in a silent moan. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t wait to breed her. To claim her and make her mine. I rested my hands on her hips and whispered praises “come on babygirl, just a little more. You can take it. I know you can” her eyes watched mine as she whimpered “you’re so big daddy, it wont fit” I laughed a little and rubbed her waist “oh darling. It’ll fit, daddy will help you”. She nodded as I lightly fucked up into her. My entire length buried into her cervix as she moaned “f-fucking hell” rubbing her hips gently I praised “thats it, such a good girl, you’ve done so well for me baby” she smiled and I patted her cheek “now get to work”

Y/N worked on her report as I looked over a file. Every so often I would check on her to see her progress. I could feel her arousal coating my thighs. The heat radiating off her core. Sometimes she would shift and moan from the sensation of the strap moving inside her. After thirty minutes she had finally finished. I put my file down and leaned forward, moving in her again. Y/N moaned as I rubbed her thigh to calm her and read over her report. I smiled and gripped her thigh a little “thats more like it baby, you do know what to do you just wanted to cookie cut it” Y/N pouted and bratted a little “did not!”. Quickly I smacked her thigh “no ma’am, no more of that” the girl whimpered “s-sorry daddy”. My hips involuntary bucked up, causing me to fuck into her. It was a pure reaction to the honorific falling from her lips. I received a moan from her in return, groaning I whispered in her ear “I could listen to those pretty little sounds all day” Y/N whimpered “please fuck me daddy, I-I can’t wait anymore”

Quickly picking her up I brought her over to the couch, my strap staying buried in her the entire time. I rested her down on the couch, her back hitting the leather cushions. I moan fell from her lips as my cock moved inside of her “oh baby be a good girl and let daddy fuck you hm? I know you’ve been craving this from the second you looked at me”. Y/N whimpered and nodded as I started fucking into her “that’s it, good girl detka”. Quickly grabbing a hold of the leather she moaned “f-fucking hell daddy you’re so big” I laughed a little and kept fucking her “I know darling”. Y/N’s head threw back as her eyes closed, I slapped her tit “ah ah, no little girl, you look daddy in the eyes while she’s fucking you. I want to memorize exactly what you look like when you’re falling apart under me”

Y/N’s eyes shot open again as she watched me, I nodded and slipped my fingers into her mouth, lightly making her gag which in turn made her clench around my strap. She quickly got the understanding to suck and begun swirling her tongue around my fingers. My digits muffling her moans as her teary eyes watched me. I smiled and mocked her “look at you, drooling all over yourself as I fuck your tight little pussy. You look fucking pathetic darling. I’m glad you’re found a better use for that pretty mouth of yours rather than bratting”. At this point she was too busy to complain, to dumb fucked out to argue. Fucking into her harder I groaned “fuck pup you look so pretty like this”. She moaned loud and bucked her hips, I cocked my eyebrow at her “you like that one huh? You want daddy to breed this sweet little pussy? To claim you?”. A babbled yes fell from her mouth around my fingers. I smirked and fucked into her harder “fuck thats my good girl”

Y/N’s legs started to shake, I took my fingers out of her mouth “you ask for permission to cum detka” her moans grew louder “p-please daddy please can I cum?” I groaned and nodded “fuck babygirl cum for me, gonna fill you up, make my cum drip from that pretty little cunt”. I gripped her legs and spread them wider as she came. Fully bottoming out inside her I came with her. Filling her cunt as she screamed a little “h-holy fucking shit daddy!” I laughed as I kissed her cheek “such a good girl for me, now everyone in the office knows who’s screwing you”, Y/N’s face tinted red as I stroked her cheek “it’s okay darling, you’re mine now”

As her breathing slowed I gently pulled out, some of the cum dripping from her cunt as it spilled on the couch. Chuckling I rubbed her thighs “such a messy girl”. I went into my private bathroom and wet a washcloth, coming back I kissed her inner thigh “may I dove?”. Y/N nodded all floaty, I melted at her relaxed face and fucked out body. While I cleaned her up I spoke “no more of the bratty attitude okay baby?” Y/N nodded and whispered “okay daddy”. I smiled softly at her and gently put her panties back on and grabbed one of my blankets from my storage ottoman, wrapping her up in it as I picked her up and held her in my arms “that’s my good girl, you can rest now darling”

Y/N cuddled into my neck and closed her eyes. While she dozed off I rubbed some cream on her ass, admiring the indentation of my rings on her red flesh for a few seconds. Kissing her head I sat down and continued to do some of my work, doing my best not to wake the sleeping angel in my lap.

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[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (2)- Sex Pollen

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: During a mission, you get infected with sex pollen. The only thing that seems to soothe the pain is Natasha's touch.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Sex Pollen, Fingering, Strap-ons, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading

Kinktober Masterlist

Sweat dripped down the side of your face as your mind felt fuzzy, head leaning back against the wall of the Quinjet as you tried to control your breathing. Everything just felt so hot, your body trembling while your leg bounced gently, the sound of your suit rubbing together catching the attention of Natasha across from the jet.

"Hey," she softly said, kneeling down in front of you, her hand moving to rest on your leg and causing a new wave of heat to rush straight between your legs. Your eyes dilated as you looked at your girlfriend who stared at you with a curiosity in her eyes, trying to read your reaction. "Are you alright?" Her voice sounded heavenly to you, her accent causing a slight rasp to her words making the throb between your legs even more of a problem. You could feel a wetness building there already and let out a small groan when she gripped your thigh to gain your attention. "Do you need to see Bruce?"

"No," you sighed out, "I don't need him, just you ." A tint of gold laced your iris as your eyes darkened with lust, Natasha's eyes widening at the sudden change in yours.

"You're eyes..." she trailed off, you ignoring her as you grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to your core. "Are you sure you don't need Bruce or Helen to check you over?"

" No ," you practically whimpered out when her hand grazed you through the fabric of your suit. "Please, I need you, I... it's too much, please help me," you begged, gazing at her as she kneeled in front of you.

"What?" she asked while you leaned forwards to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

"I think I made contact with the sex pollen Bruce warned us about earlier," you rasped out near her ear as you slowly kissed her jaw. "I need you Nat, please." The spy looked out the window to see the Quinjet was about to land and swiftly helped you to your feet to quickly guide you off as fast as possible. The others watched with puzzled expressions as the spy helped you off first without a word but left it be as no one wanted to try and catch up.

The second you both made it to your shared room, you pounced at the spy, pulling her to you so she pinned you against the door.

"Please make it stop," you moaned when her knee slotted between your thighs.

"I will Detka, don't worry," she murmured between kisses, her hands tackling your suit. Her hands pulled your jacket and shirt off while you went to unzip her suit, the gold tint returning to your eyes when you saw her naked chest peeping from her black widow suit. "Get on the bed and strip the rest of your clothes," her tone dropping an octave as she pulled back, a pathetic noise leaving you at the loss of contact. You obeyed immediately though, rushing to get on the bed and stripping as she followed you. She quickly removed her suit, grabbing the strap on from the bedside drawer and placing it on the end of the bed for later before making her way back over to your shaking form.

"Please don't tease me," you pleaded as she straddled your thigh, "I can't take it anymore." She simply answers by threading one hand through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, the other going straight to your core. The moan that left your mouth was sinful as her fingers ran through your dripping pussy, her kisses moving to your neck as your hands gripped the bedsheets till your knuckles bled white. "Fuck Nat," you groaned when she slipped two fingers straight into you, your back arching into her as she started a fast pace of thrusting them into you. Her thumb came to rub circles onto your clit as she pumped her digits into you mercilessly, whimpers and whines tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm built.

"You're doing so good for me Kotenok," she purrs, a groan escaping you as you move one hand to cup her jaw and guide her back to your face for another searing kiss. "So desperate for me, how bad do you need to come?" she rasps out against your lips, your eyes fluttering open to stare into her darkened green ones.

"So bad," you moan out when she curls her fingers against your g-spot.

"Beg me for it then," her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gazes into the gold in your eyes.

"I need you to make me come so fucking bad," you groan out, hips bucking against her hand as she continues to fuck you. "I need you so bad, please make me come Nat. I can't take it anymore, please, please -" She shushes you by claiming your lips, pumping her fingers in and out of you and circling your clit to have you moaning in her mouth, body begging for its release as you squirm under her. "Oh fuck, I'm so close," you pant out. "Please can I come?" she smiles into the kiss after hearing your question, pulling back and moving one hand to tug your hair back, making you look up slightly at her.

"Come for me, come all over my fingers," you practically let out a scream as your orgasm takes over, your body shaking under her as you buck on her hand to ride out your aftershocks. You pant against your mouth before a low moan escapes you at the feeling of her pulling out. "Good girl," she praises before raising her fingers to her mouth, moaning at the sweeter taste of you and hollowing her cheeks around her digits.

"It still hurts," you whimper out, the throb between your thighs only briefly dimming before coming back. "Please fuck me with your cock," your voice dripping with desire and desperation as you move forwards to rest your face against her bare chest, the skin to skin contact setting your body alight.

"You want it that much?" her tone teasing, your head nodding against her chest before your tongue swirls around one of her nipples, you moaning as you hear a breathy sigh escape her lips. She leans over to grab the strap on she placed on the bed earlier, pulling it on so it rests snuggly on her hips before positioning herself above you. Her hand guides the tip of it to run against your folds and on your clit, your body squirming and hips bucking at the action.

"Nat," you whine out, hands gripping her waist and trying to get her to move forwards.

"Patience Kotenok," she warns, "Or I'll leave you here, dripping all over the sheets like the little slut you are." You loosen your hold on her, looking at her with fearful eyes as you need her to pound you into the mattress as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, "Please don't stop, please don't leave me." She lowers her face till her lips ghost yours, her finally guiding the tip to your entrance and slowly pushing in.

"I've got you," she whispers, thrusting the entire toy into you earning a choked moan. Your hands go to her back, nails scratching red marks into her creamy skin as she pulls out till only the tip remains and slams back into you. Her hips are brutal as they thrust into you, her mouth trying to muffle your moans as she pounds into you. The bed shakes with the force of her thrusts and a loud groan erupts from the back of your throat as she lifts your legs up to wrap around her waist, the toy slipping even deeper into you. You clench around her cock as it hits all the right places inside you, nothing but lewd noise echoing around the room as the sound of your moans and skin slapping together mixes.

"Harder," you moan out and Natasha listens, your moans turning to pathetic noises as you near your second orgasm.

"Look how pretty you look stretch out on my cock," she husks out, kissing your neck as you're unable to return the kiss at the moment. "You're taking me so well," her teeth scrape against the column of your throat sending a shiver down your spine. Her hips continue to snap into you and soon you're right on edge and she can tell. "You wanna come for me again Kotenok?" she murmurs at the hot skin of your neck.

"Yes," you pant out without hesitation, hands moving to grip the bed sheets instead of leaving any more scratch marks on her back.

"Be a good girl and come for me," her tone laced with power as she orders you to do, your orgasm immediately washing over you as you writhe under her once again. This time however, Natasha doesn't slow down, fucking you through your second orgasm and straight into your third. You're a whimpering mess when she starts to slow down, the throb between your legs still there as she rolls you over onto your front and lifts you so you can kneel in front of her.

"Nat," you moan out when she slides back into you. She uses a hand to wrap around your throat as she pulls your head back slightly. A guttural moan is ripped from your throat when she slams the toy back into you hard after pulling back to just the tip, her setting a slower rhythm with deeper thrusts as she takes you in doggy.

Your mind clouds with arousal and pleasure as you lose yourself in the feeling of everything. Your hands giving in under you, face now pressed against the bed as she takes you from behind. You feel one of her hands soon press your face down into the mattress as she continues to fuck you mercilessly. You lose count of how many more times you come, mind blanking as pleasure was the only thing you could feel. You register when Natasha comes, her hips grinding into yours as the base of the toy rubbed against her clit, when she falls onto you, her moaning lowly into your ear.

"Thank you," you whisper, tilting your head to the side to press your lips to whatever skin you can reach before you let your head fall back onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.

"You're welcome Kotenok," she murmurs back, pressing a kiss to your head before letting you rest for a moment. Your aftercare passes as a blur, your body too tired to try and understand what's happening as Natasha takes care of you. The feeling of her naked body pressed behind you, her arm wrapped securely around your middle, helps you quickly drift to sleep as the throb between your legs finally simmers down.

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[is-nini]

NEUVILLETTE X MAID! READER

Wow... Veri filthy is all I can say :') this took quite long but i do hope you enjoy! :D

NSFW PLEASE STEP OR LOOK AWAY IF UNCOMFORTABLE

Tw: swearing, dirty talk, breeding, size kink, overflowing cum, mirror sex, manhandle

No one thought that the famous Neuvillette needed any maid... He does things fine by himself. People who know the fact that Neuvillette has a maid is only a small percentage, even those small percent of people don't know what or how the maid could help him.

Of course they wouldn't know.. they have never even seen you.. but once they do, they'll know who you actually are and what you do to help..

"Ma-master... Am here.." you slowly entered Neuvi's work room and walked towards him. He looks up at you and smiles, reaching out when you're at his arms length and pulling you towards him. Immediately sniff your neck as he slowly rubs your hips. Neuvi lets out a low hum while playing with your short skirt.

"I miss you" you look at Neuvi after he said that, a small glimmer in his eye as he stares at you up and down, stroking your thighs "mmh, miss master Neuvi too.." you slowly guide his hand up,using his hand to ride up your already short skirt, showing your baby blue panties with only a simple knot on both sides holding it up.

His eyes trail down to your panties, Neuvi looks at how the panties compliment your skin tone. While he keeps playing with your hips sensually, he slowly inches towards your shoulder strap, slowly pulling it downward, showing your lovely shoulder that he loves to mark with his marks.

Neuvillette stands up and kisses your lips passionately. By instinct you walk backwards until you hit a cold mirror behind you which makes you shiver. The coldness seeps on your skin, your nipple perks up, showing little bumps against your maid costume. Neuvillette saw this and pulled away from the kiss, immediately touching and fumbling your cute nipple through your clothes.

"Ngh! Ma-master!" Your shoulder shudders as you slowly curl your shoulder up as if trying to hide yourself. The shoulder strap slowly becomes loose on your arm as the rest of your clothing piece that covers your chest slowly moves downwards too. "This is disturbing me from touching your body..." Neuvillette growls. He immediately pulls down the clothing that covers your breast. Once he does, your breasts bounce a little because of the roughness "nghh!!! Mas-master!" You mewl out as you try to hold his arm. "Ma-master please slow down" you tapped his hand a couple of times as he started to roughly knead your breast "let me do the work. I need this after a long day, okay baby?"

Neuvillette grabs your thighs and puts your leg around his waist. You hug his waist back as you hold yourself up and hold his shoulder. Slowly the both of you started to make out but as the second went on it turned into full blown make out. Wet sloppy noise escapes your mouth as you both exchange the kisses. Little moans and whimper escape your mouth. You can feel his thick cock poking and suffocating in his pants, slowly as well as you could, you grind his hard on, making Neuvi groan. His warm big hand slowly reaches to your panties and pulls on one of the strings and then the second one after a couple of seconds while making out with you.

You didn't even notice him pulling your panties loose until you felt Neuvi's bulge grind against you. You pull away from the kiss and look down, seeing your wetness has already tainted your master's pants "eyes here" Neuvi command while gripping your chin. You let out another whimper and follow along your master's command.

Neuvi tried to give a little distance between your pussy and his bulge so that he could pull out his cock but everytime he pulled away just an inch, your hips would follow him as soon as your pussy stopped grinding on him. "such a slut" he puts you down and flips you so now your back is facing him and you stare at your flustered reflection on the long mirror that you have been ignoring. You take a peek down to see Neuvi's cock that he immediately pulls out of his pants. Neuvi noticed your eyes and smirked. He lets his cock loose and lets his cock slap your pussy and thighs instead "look at your expression in the mirror.. face so desperate for my cock hm?" He puts his hand around your neck and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at his cock in between your thighs.

Neuvi's shaft has already been drench with your slick and you saw it. "Ngh mas-master pl-please put it in" you whine as you rub your hips down on his dick. With your face still being held by Neuvi, you try your best to reach down and try to grab his cock but Neuvi took your hand just as you were about to touch him and held your hand on your back "kitten. No, be patient" Neuvi's sound is full of warning.

He stops holding back your hand which made you hold the mirror again, Neuvi stroke down from your neck all the way to your chest he pinch your nipple and played with it, making you squirm and rubs the both of your thighs which further smushing Neuvi's cock, making him groan "Such a dirty reaction to me playing with your nipple kitten.. what if i just..." he pulled your nipple which elicited a squeak out of you "Ngah!!! Ah! Mas-master! No! Oh! No-please stop! My n-nipple" as more fluid came out of you Neuvi slowly puts in his tip inside of you which made you open your thighs more to let him access your pussy "Oh?.. you open your leg without my order..." Neuvi puts his lips beside your ear "Such a desperate girl no?" He whispers before immediately inserting his dick with so much force that you swear your leg levitates for a second when he thrust his dick in "Ngh! Oh! Ah! Mast-Master Ha-" your brain feels like mush as Neuvi inserts his big cock in you.

His thrust are slow but so deep and hard. Neuvi held your waist, as every thrust he made, made your body jump up, might as well pick you up right? He hold the both of your thigh and pick you up. The only thing holding you up now is Neuvi's cock and his hands. Your stupid brain just can't process anything but keep moaning and mewling for Neuville "Master! Mas-master! Ahhh s-sho goodhhh!!". Neuville looks at how your chest bounces up and down as his cock imprints your stomach everytime he thrust deep inside. Your eyes roll backwards "Ma-Master! Ouh! De-deep! Ah!" Your hand snake backwards, touching and clinging to Neuvi's neck as fat tears kept streaming out "Mmhh! Hah! Deep! Deep deep! Ah! Too deep! Master!". Your skirt bounces too, following his movement.

At this point your wetness is dripping down already, the squelch of your pussy and his cock proves it. Neuvi's face flushes red, seeing the bump on your stomach everytime he thrust, it's hypnotizing, he can't seem to stop. No, he wont stop. He'll fill you up to the brim till you beg him to stop. As you feel like Neuvi's thrust goes deeper and faster, the knot that has been building up also slowly comes undone.

As his thrust goes harder, your stomach starts to get hard and your pussy starts to get tighter, meaning you're coming. "Wanna cum sweet girl? Go ahead kitten, be a good kitty hm?" With his words you immediately squirt all over the mirror as he pushes his dick deep inside you, he stayed there for a while, enjoying your pussy throb around him "Oh my.. look at you so fuck out of your mind kitten?". You can barely make out the words he is saying but oh the way your pussy sucks him back everytime he tries to pull out is so addicting "Uhf.. if you keep throbbing like that around my cock- I won't be ab-able to hold myself.." Neuvi keeps trusting himself up into your wet soping hole, the sound is combining with your hiccups and cries alongside the little whimper of "master's" that sent Neuvi on the edge.

"Kitten, I-I am c-cumming" he warns you as his thrust started to slower down. You are still on his arm, your head is now thrown back to his shoulder until suddenly you felt a warm liquid filled you up, making you shudder and lets out a long moan one last time "euhhnnggg M-Masterrngg" now you are drooling all over Neuvi's shoulder as he huff and puff, his hips twitching. He slowly walks towards the nearest sofa, still looking at the mirror and put you on his lap all the while his fat cock is still deep inside you. Neuvi slowly pulls out of your pussy and a rain of cum drooling out of your parts. Neuvi pokes your stomach gently, looking at the bulge that he made, oh the way your pussy gushes his cum out.. you look so pretty like this... Fuck out and tired because of him.

Neuvi slowly strokes your hair and kisses your lips softly. He felt your small body still twitching little by little. Whenever he touches your stomach, your body would shake a little. You look so helpless... Easily mold just to his liking. Neuvi kisses you one more time before taking a wet tissue and cleans you up slowly, as best as he can as to not make you... Cum again which has no problem but your poor pussy needs rest too.. you did cum quite hard. Neuvi lets out a small laugh looking at your still trembling and flustered form. "Kitten, you did a great job... You did great, master so proud of you hmm" he kisses your lips again not forgetting to clean up your face and tears. "Ma-mastern.." you moan out slowly looking at him with half lidded eyes, lips puckering out as if asking for a kiss. Neuvi cannot say no to you... He has no intention either and so he kisses you, pecking your lips full of love. Although you have been his... "maid" for a while he is planning to keep you for himself... Not just your body but your heart too.. maybe not now but sooner or later.. he'll just have to find the perfect timing but till then, you'll be his only, special, cute, and beloved maid.

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[jazzmasternot]

Thanks @hazelfoureyes for suggesting I make banners of these working on stickers and pens possibly bc I really like that idea!

Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell

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[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

Alastor - [ HIDDEN HEARTSTRINGS Pt. 2 ]

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A/N: Don't kill me please guysss! I started like 3 classes last week so I haven't had time to write!

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ] + [ SLIGHT BDSM ] + [ CREAMPIE ] + [ BRANDING ]

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Swallowing your pride was easier said than done. Every nerve in your body screamed to move away from Alastor, cower somewhere safe and out of his reach, even if it wouldn't do you much good. He could do as he pleased with you, demand your obedience as he saw fit, and force your compliance without a second thought.

All of that imminent control loomed over your head and weighed your chest with anxiety while the courage to speak faltered, but as scared as he made you feel, he still felt like the safest person to be around.

Sitting there, in his lap, alone with no chance of avoiding him, was personalized torture. You hadn't muttered a completely coherent phrase since he'd brought you to the Radio Tower, face burning rose red as your brows knitted together with worry and your eyes fixed on the details of his suit rather than his face. You noted how smooth and taut the fabric spread over his form; you'd always been aware of how much larger the stag was compared to you; his thighs were firm against your ass which helped spread your softer ones apart. If you so much as shifted an inch or he decided to lift his leg, your skirt would ride up and reveal what was hidden underneath. A perfect position to rut in, a prime opportunity to alleviate the ache building in your cunt, but you refused to admit or show the desire to do so in his presence.

You'd have to take care of it yourself later in the evening like always. The objective of walking out of this intense situation was your concern at the moment, and so you lifted your head to stare at him, hopefully.

“What I said earlier…” you trailed off as Alastor hummed, a low crackle coating the noise as he brought a hand to rest under his chin. You watched as he leaned back, utterly relaxed, waiting for you to continue.

The smirk on his face annoyed you, a clear sign he either found your flustered state inconsequential or laughable. It wouldn't be abnormal for Alastor to react that way; it was his nature, and your fire little crush on him wouldn't change that.

I might as well get this over with…

Your face fell into a pout, hands raising to hug your arms to ease the goosebumps rising on your skin. “What I said earlier was in the heat of the moment. You're my master, and I see you as nothing more..”

The lie stung your tongue as it slipped off, gaze hardening to mask the disappointment felt in yourself for doing so.

Alastor remained silent; an elongated beat of anticipation hung above you both, growing denser as his predatory red eyes bore into yours. “I see,” he muses, voice low and thoughtful, but his smile strained.

“You feel nothing for me at all, my dear?”

You nod timidly, counting the seconds until he lets you off his lap and allows you to leave, “Nothing at all.” You repeat, gulping a whimper down as his free hand kneads the fat of your hips. “I'm not sure I believe that, darling. You’ll need to prove it to me.”

Your eyes widen, your tummy backflips, and your hands ball into tight fists as panic sets into your bones.

He couldn't be serious?!…

“W-what? How am I supposed to do that?!” you whined defiantly, frustrated with the stag and unbearably antsy.

Now, he was toying with you. Like always, you didn't deem that fair on his part -as if he ever played by any rules.

Alastor cocked his head to the side, “Oh, I think you're well aware of how sweetheart. It's truly a matter of what you prove to me by the end.” The commotion of radio static overlapped his voice heavily, emphasizing his hidden command with demonic prowess, and your body buzzed with unbridled fear at the sound.

What the hell is he talking about?..

Wait…

Within seconds, your brain caught up to his implication, and your hips instinctively bucked forward. Embarrassment crept up your spine, written all over your face as the overload chuckled at the impulsive action.

It would help if you had forced yourself up; you should've put up more of a fight as his hand on your hip lowered to slip under your skirt and up your inner thigh. It would help if you had leaped away, ran, or done anything to distance yourself and Alastor.

Yet, all you could manage was a soft, “Please don't..” as he touched you, but your plead received no compliance. Your body betrayed your consciousness; arousal pooled on his deft digits as he pushed two past your lace panties and straight into your eager cunt. The unusual invasion had your walls clamping down hard, spasming with need as he roughly curled his clawed fingers forward, and you yelped in shock at the immediate assault of your sweet spot. You weren't accustomed to being stretched by anyone else besides yourself, used to your fingers, but constantly thinking of having Alastor’s inside of you instead.

He was anything but a gentle demon, so you'd conclude that he'd be brutal in bed, but it still overwhelmed you. “You're not convincing me very well, little one.” his free hand found your face, clutching it tight as he dragged your head up to pull you closer. You whimpered as his nails pricked your soft skin, adding to the mix of agony and amazement you felt while he stretched your cunt in an unpredictable pattern.

“I. I don't feel anything for you. I’m not lying-ah! Nngh! Mm..” you writhed in his grasp, trying to pull away but only amplifying the friction of his hand against your cunt. Alastor pressed his palm to your clit, dragging a surprised scream from you as he rubbed slow circles on it. You lost it then, mind shutting off as he edged you tirelessly, and the added pressure on your bundle of nerves collided with the fullness his fingers provided.

Alastor hovered his lips above yours, drinking in your sultry whines and bashful moans. The fear never faded from your eyes; battling the lust that threatened to take its place and seeing the conflict in your innocent nature had his blood running hot.

Ruin you.

He wanted nothing more than to chip away at your indifferent demeanor, know just how soft and gullible you could be for him, and figure out how to abuse it until your soulbinding contract extended to ownership of your body.

His cock twitched to life at the thought of fucking you, dumb; hearing you admit over and over again that your affection for him knew no bounds doused his being in pure excitement.

A growl rumbled in Alaster's chest; his antlers grew larger with every desperate moan you let out, and his ears twitched upon hearing them reach a higher pitch.

You were dangerously close to your end, thighs quivering from the force of his hand thrusting against your slippery folds, slick dribbling down your inner thighs, which created an absolute mess on his lap.

“Look where your sweet little lie got you, my dear. Desperate for pleasure and willing to whore yourself out to me to prove a pathetic point..” The coil in your stomach wound tighter as the owner of your soul belittled you; the harsh word should've wounded you and made your senses reignite, but all it achieved was bringing tears to your eyes.

Bit by bit, your self-esteem declined, dulling the pride that ruled your heart and scattering to the furthest parts of your brain as he curled his fingers forward against a spongy sweet spot. “Oh fuck!” you shouted, trying to raise your hips away from him as a dizzying high rushed through your veins, steadying yourself by fisting the lapel of his suit for dear life. Alsstor turned his gaze downward, breathing in the scent of your cum with a pleased him vibrating in his chest as the creamy liquid drenched his hand, “Never imagined a tiny thing like you could make such a mess .” He slowed his pace, milking your cunt for all it was worth, marveling at how much cum he could extract from you with just his touch.

You shivered violently, choking on wanton screams and feeling lightheaded as he continued to stretch your gummy walls. If he didn't let up soon, you'd unravel again, faster than the first time, and so with the last bit of your self-awareness, you slumped forward into his chest before pulling your head to whisper in his ear.

“Wanna feel you, please.. I'll say whatever you wanna hear. Just fill me up, please.” The hold you had on his coat tightened, your claws elongating as a feverish need built in your core again, intensifying as Alastor nipped at your ear. You jolted, whimpering as his fangs drew blood from you, and the roar of white noise died down to allow his average voice clarity as he muttered into your skin. “Begging becomes you, my dear.”

The satisfied laugh he let out burned you, consumed you entirely, and though it felt cruel to hear it, you smiled proudly.

Your desperation pleased him. That was all you cared to know or think of as he withdrew his slender, blackened fingers from your generously stretched entrance. He left you empty, dripping with excitement and purring in his ear for more.

“Mmm, sweet, you are a little one. You should have a taste as well,” Alastor lapped at his hand, tongue lazily running from the heel of his palm to the tip of his claws, savoring your essence with a widening grin before pushing a single-digit pad on your lips. “Mphm,” you whine as you suck, eyes rolling as the mixture of your drool, his saliva, and the lingering residue of your cum dissipates onto your tongue like melting honey. He watched you intently, finding your willingness adorable, “Yes, just like that little one. Give me your all…show me how filthy you can be..”

His praise was enough to make you come again, untouched but gushing as if he'd shoved his fingers back inside you. The blush on your cheeks grew, shy whines spilling past your spit-slick lips, muffled as he replaced his hand with his own. Alastors tongue found yours, forcing it to compete for dominance, though it was apparent you were far from intelligent thought, and you let him explore your mouth as he pleased.

Borboun, blood, & brimstone.

That's what the Radio Demon tasted like, and you greedily accepted one heated kiss after the next, mewling and trembling as he sunk his fangs into your bottom lip. The deliberate pain he inflicted shocked you into a stupor; blood doused your tongue and consequently coated his as well. Alastor groaned in delight as you squirmed against helplessly, fearing the taste of your blood and afraid he'd draw more of it if you didn't break yourself away from him. He let you struggle, pants tightening at his crotch, an almost painful pulse coursing through his cock as your small body tried to peel away from him.

“Careful, little one,” he disconnects the kiss, breath fanning over your swollen lips as he warns you, and fear gets the better of you then.

Alastor could hurt you.

He would if it pleased him.

You'd crossed a line into territory no bound soul should ever do with its captor.

The limits you set not longer applied, thrown to the wind as the stag turned you in his lap, ripping your skirt and panties to shreds with a pass of his claws. You watched the fabric float to the floor at his feet, unconsciously shaking as he snaked his arms around your chest and waist, hugging you close like a puppet tied to his strings. You were exactly that, a frightful little thing who could barely think straight as he reached to undo the front of his pants, pulling his cock free with a heavy growl in your ear.

Your eyes went wide, feeling his length against your Lowe back, warm, throbbing, and not a size you could take in one go -let alone for the first time. “That's not going to fit-,” He rutted against you, silencing your apprehension with a statiky groan, “Nonsense, sweetheart. You've done splendidly for me so far. I know you'll be just fine..” Alastor had lost control of his voice, letting it slip into normalcy as lust clouded his judgment, and the minuscule deviation made you dizzy.

Did you entice him that much to the point he faltered in his persona?

Fascinating.

A shallow giggle left your lips as he mumbled obscenities into your ear, switching between adamant praise and shameless degradation while his shadow tendrils materialized around your thighs. You squealed quietly as they dug into your skin, lifting you off his lap just high enough to hover your count over his cock. “Take a breath, darling,” Alastair whispered, a hint of care in his tone, and you craned your head to give him a curious look, “Why-?! Alastor! Fuck, wait!-” You yelped as his shadows pulled you down onto him with force, knocking the wind out of your chest and gradually splitting your cunt open to fit him entirely.

It hurt like hell, as if you were being ripped down the middle, but as quickly as the agony began, pleasure burned in its wake. Alastair felt it first, antlers doubling my size as his claws dug into your skin and his patience waning thin. Your creamy walls engulfed him deliciously, a feeling he could only describe as heavenly, intensifying with every resistant jut of your hips.

“S’ too much! Al, please,” you cry, out of breath and lightheaded. One glance downward, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to take much more, a small mound already visible in your stomach and your cunt squelching as he shifted underneath you. “Oh, but you feel so divine, little one.” He coos in your ear, growling a curse when you sink on his cock inch by inch, and your hands fly to grip at his larger ones that rest over your breasts and abdomen.

His encouragement rings in your ears like bells, diverting your frenzied doubts long enough for your body to be tense, allowing his shadows to bring you down.

Thank satan, I’m dead already, or this would surely be my end…

Alastor groaned loudly, head tipping back, crackling waves of white noise emitting from him as you took all he had to offer. “Knew you could do it, baby. Fuck, I’m so proud…of you,” the overload drawled lazily, smiling softly as you went weak against him, mindlessly rolling your hips to take him deeper.

To hell with thinking about anything. You found no use for it being stuffed full with no choice of escape.

You thought about him all day.

Did what he asked of you, obediently and without complaint.

Caring for him was bound to happen; craving to know what it felt like to have him all to yourself couldn’t be helped, so why deny this glorious opportunity to quell both desires?

Strings attached or not, you wanted him and couldn’t bear lying about it any longer.

A sick smile etched its way onto your face, spreading wide as you took control of your hips, setting a timid pace to get accustomed to his size. Alastor huffed a laugh, head tucked in your shoulder, fangs nipping at any skin he could reach while you slid up and down his length. It was no easy task for a fragile demoness like yourself, the little strength you had dwindled quicker every time the head of his cock hit your cervix. Yet, you couldn't stop moaning louder, slamming down harder to feel the burning stretch that followed tingles of pleasure as your warm walls committed the very shape of him to memory.

Alastor peered at your face, red eyes glowing as they zeroed in on your twisted expressions—satisfaction, pain, determination, and desperation.

He'd never imagined you to make such faces, used to seeing your usual sweet smile that could melt the coldest heart or the delicate frown you'd present when something didn't go your way. You hid a lot from others, him exceedingly, and he couldn't be you for it.

However, if this is what you looked like, delirious and nearly fucked out, he wouldn't mind seeing you express yourself in his presence.

All that need in your eyes when you levered your head back, the stars in them when he began to meet your tired thrusts with vigorous ones of his own, and the blissful scream you let out in gratitude amounted to a resolution he'd previously set aside.

Owning your soul would never be enough.

No, the radio demon needed a tangible claim to you, a mark of some sort to let every being in hell know your body belonged to him.

“Tell me, do you wish to be mine, Y/n?…” he held your gaze, hands finding your hips to slow the rise of them, and you immediately whined an answer to his question from the loss of friction. “Yes..w-whatever you want from me, I'll g-give it… hmm.” your skin crawled as the knot in your stomach begged to slip free, enduring solid strokes from the demon holding you, shamelessly covering you into another deal.

One that'd leave more than a green chain around your neck.

Alastors ears twitched at your confession, signaling his amusement, but the action went unnoticed by you as he hovered a hand over your chest. “A wise choice, my dear,” he muses, a green glow passing from your palm to the center of your chest, eliciting an intricate sigil on your skin. You glanced down, admiring the distinctive red markings on your skin, and you could only describe the sight as endearing.

He hummed as you clung tighter to him, trying to speak but giving up as he relented his steady strokes to rapid thrusts. Your mouth fell open, back arching away from his chest as you erupted into a fit of high-pitched moans. It crossed your mind for a second that the entirety of hell might hear you, that heaven might very well know his name solely from your screams, but you could care less.

Alastor did not seem to mind either, grunting and growling in your ear lowly. The tremor of his overlay shattering as his cock twit he'd inside you and his grin pulling itself taut as your slippery cunt suffocated it in response. You were close, deathly aware of it too, but intended to last as long as he did.

Intended, but ultimately unsuccessful.

“For the love of- Alastor!” you groaned incredulously, losing your grip on reality as his shadows wrapped around your knees, bringing them in close together before pressing into your chest. The new angle made you feel every vein in his cock, how it fits just right in your womb, how hard it could press into your sweet spot.

It made you delirious within seconds, your horns revealing themselves and nails digging into the back of his hands viciously as your high reached its peak.

“Fuck!” Alastor hissed, disregarding his aversion to cursing while you came, walls holding him in with a vice-like grip. A shaky whine tumbled from you as your essence leaked out, coating his comic in a thick sheen and turning cold as it trickled down your skin.

There was so much of it, more than you were used to, but it made it all the easier for him to continue slamming up into you. “M’ going to come again if you don't stop,” you mumbled dazedly, body going weak as overstimulation raced through it, but Alastor paid your warning no mind. “Then so be it, little one,” he purred, voice more profound than usual as it ran in your head. You smiled mischievously, giddy after coming down from an intense high and on the verge of another as he used you like a ragdoll.

Your delighted giggles stirred Alastor, creating a lethal combination with your unapologetic smile as he chased his release. The red markings on your chest caught his eye, dimly glowing under his scrutiny and a visual reminder to you both what this exchange meant.

You reached a hand up to trace over the sigil on your chest, shivering as he watched your fingertips gingerly graze his binding on you. The docile action drew him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside you as he painted your walls white. You writhed in pleasure, mewling softly as your stomach swelled slightly, and your thighs shook from the intensity of your reaching end in the midst of his.

Alastor inhaled sharply, radio waves humming through the air as he finished, refusing to pull out of you entirely until he was sure you'd taken every drop of his cum. The specters on your legs vanished, leaving you to slump back into his chest, and you considered falling to the floor in fear he'd put you there himself.

You were surprised when he didn't do so, opting to settle his head in the crook of your neck while trying to catch his breath for a moment before sitting straight up again. Alastor let a beat of silence pass, straightening himself up to look decent but not saying a word to you as the air of lust evaporated. You frowned, a little hurt he wasn't speaking, but primarily concerned if you disappointed him.

You went to stand up, head hanging low as you considered what to do or say, but a force tugged you back down into his lap. The mark on your chest stung a bit, only calming when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, “M’ sorry!” you quickly rushed out an apology, afraid of his possible wrath, but he merely chuckled at your sudden fear.

“There's no need to fret, little one. I mean, you no harm from here on out so long as you remain at my side..” the stag emphasized his demand by trailing a hand from the cum induced hump in your abdomen to the etchings on your chest. A timid blush rose in your cheeks as the radio demon hummed melodically, admiring his work on you as he snapped his fingers. The room was no longer stuffy, spacious, and filled with his scent.

Your eyes trailed the expanse of the new view, familiar with it despite only visiting his room once before for a few moments. It felt cozier than you remembered, or maybe exhaustion was getting to you.

Whatever the case was, you were simply happy to be in his space, perplexed by the arrangement but grateful for it nonetheless. Alastor held you steady in his arms, letting you marvel at the room as he guided you toward the nearest sofa. “You don't have a bed?” you asked him innocently, concerned that he wasn't getting proper rest, but he didn't seem to be bothered by your questioning.

“I'm not one to rest often, my dear.” he sat you down on the plush couch, smile softening as you stared up at him, ears flattening while worry clouded your tired eyes. “How do you not sleep, Alastor? Aren't you ever tried?..” you looked him up and down, blushing as he laughed, “Are you always this curious, little one, or does your special interest in me make you bolder than usual?”

“N-no, it's just that…” you paused, watching as he summoned himself to change clothes, doing the same for you with a wave of his hand. Alastor took his time addressing, waiting for you to continue explaining with a knowing smile plastered on his face.

You avoided staring at him as he changed, catching a glimpse of scars on his body as he slipped on a white dress shirt, and you swore it looked just as good on him as the red and black one he always wore did.

“Don't keep me waiting, doll. Speak.” He scolded, amused by your stalling but not a fan of unfinished sentences. You gulped, becoming skittish as his command hung in the air, but complying within seconds

“I just hoped to spend a little more time with you. Besides what we just…” you couldn't put it into words, biting your tongue at the recent memory, and you half expected Alastor to disregard your implication, but he did nothing of the sort.

“The seal I've placed on you won't allow you to leave my side unless I explicitly give my permission. If you're asking to stay the night with me, I can assure you I've already decided you'll do so.”

You blinked, smiling wide as he rested a hand on your head, petting you just as he'd done in the hotel lobby.

“I don't think I'd ever want to leave your side anyway,” you mumbled absentmindedly, leaning into his touch as he crouched down to be eye level with you, “So, it's settled then. You'll need no one else besides me, correct?”

You nod, eyes lighting up with pure submission, “Yes, sir.”

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Someone said Alastor stands when he sleeps and just stares at a wall in his room and I think that's fucking haliarous. Imagine walking in on him sleeping and he literally flinches from shock and falls backward on his ass cause he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until someone startles him. In all honesty he is me and I'm him cause I don't sleep either. ❤️

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He’s so…corny but fucking cute so I’ll let it slide THIS TIME… also I love it when his eyes narrow like oh my god yes glare at meeee silly red takes mann! ❤️ credit to creator!

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[rafedaddy01]

An: this is inspired by a TikTok I saw. Yes the TikTok was a passage from a smut book. I’m not taking credit for this idea! It just simply sparked my own twist on it. I’m not sure what the book was called, it wasn’t on the TikTok, but I remember the scenario and thought I’d share it with you guys

You were trying to make topper jealous. Ever since he broke up with you for your best friend Sarah you weren’t the same. And what better way to get back at the both of them than to date Rafe, toppers bestfriend and Sarah’s brother.

Although date would be a strong word to use. You utterly despised the man and he you, so the two of you came to an agreement. He also had his issues towards topper and Sarah so the two of you decided to fake date.

The deal was that while you were out in public you’d be the lovey dovey, perfect couple. And it worked. For the most part.

When the two of you were in private the bickering never stopped.

Tonight was another typical Friday night kook party, it had only been a week since topper dumped you and 3 days since you and Rafe came out as a ‘couple’.

“Just put your arm around me” you whispered, frustrated, as you sat in Rafes lap. He rolled his eyes but obliged. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Your breath hitched.

You didn’t really despise Rafe as much as you showed him. In reality the only reason you started dating topper was to get to Rafe, but topper ended up being sweet and you fell for him and now you lost him.

“Quick, pretend I said something cute” you plaster on a smile and wrap your arms around Rafes neck, leaning in closer. “What?” He scoffs. “Do it!” You say through gritted teeth as you slyly nod your head in the direction of topper and Sarah.

Rafe smiles and leans closer, lips almost touching yours. Your breath catches as you feel the warmth of his breath fan your skin. “What’s wrong princess? This too much for you” he smirks as he notices your breathing getting uneven. “Not at all” you pull yourself together and mash your lips on his, moving your hips a little, subconsciously grinding on his lap.

Rafe freezes for a minute before kissing you back. The two of you get caught up in the moment before a throat clears behind you.

You pull away and look into each others eyes but someone speaks up and ruins the intimate moment.

“What are you two doing” you turn your head and spot Sarah and topper cozied up on the couch with kelce to their right lighting up a blunt. “When did you two become a thing” Sarah’s disgust is clear on her face almost as much as toppers anger is.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business” you fake a smile at the couple before turning yourself around and getting off Rafes lap, only for him to tug you back by the waist. So now your sitting facing the group, Rafes thigh in between your legs, pressed right on your clit.

“I was just waiting for this Jackass to dump her so I could have her all to myself, right baby?” Rafe glares at topper.

You never knew what they had between them, Rafe never shared that with you and whenever you tried bringing it up he simply shut you down.

“Right daddy” you drag out the last word as you turn your head and pull Rafes face towards yours. Your lips crashing over each other.

You pull away and smile, Rafes eyes scan over your face. Searching your eyes for something until he clears his throat and sits back.

You relax in his lap as the night goes on. A couple drinks in and a little buzzed from the blunt that was passed around the small group forming in the living room. Topper and Sarah were still on the couch. You’d catch toppers eyes in your direction a couple times but you tried to ignore it, not showing him how desperately you wanted him.

As everyone around you started chatting you felt Rafes hands move to your hips. He started slowly moving you back and forth as his leg lightly shook underneath you.

Your glossy eyes shot opened. “Rafe!” You turned your head in his direction, meeting his clear blue eyes. “What princess” he said the last word a little sternly and that’s all you needed to know that you had eyes on you. “Can I not have some fun with my girl” one of Rafes hands moved to your bare thigh, lifting the material of your skirt up and inch as he drew shapes on the bare skin.

You hated to admit it but you were soaked. You took control of your own body as you tried to casually grind down on his leg. Rubbing your clit over his muscular thigh and putting just the right amount of pressure to make a small whimper come out your mouth.

Rafe pushed your hair off your shoulder before you felt his breath against your ear. “Your such a good fucking girl.” The praise he gives you encourages you more and you forget that your supposed to be making topper jealous. Savoring the moment you start grinding harder, everybody’s in their own world either too high or drunk to notice you pathetically getting off on Rafes thigh. “I knew you would be” Rafes hot breath hits your neck before he’d kissing and sucking and that sends you into a spiral, orgasm hitting you like a truck. “She ever moan for you like that top?”

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[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

your friend isn't always a genius

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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

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you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

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almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

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your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

tag : @jxvipike

a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

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[airaibunny]

BRATTY/DEGRADING/ETC SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i can’t keep going” - “aw, too bad. i don’t care”

2. “i dont care who’s outside”

3. “do you want them to hear you being such a slut?”

4. “what if i don’t?”

5. “i promise i’ll start being good, just please…”

6. “make me”

7. “that sounds like an excuse, i want a confession”

8. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

9. “that’s strike 3”

10. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

11. “no more, please, i can’t”

12. “where are your manners?”

13. “i hear an acknowledgement, not an apology, do you want 3 more?”(the ‘it’ can be anything)

14. “what did you say?”

15. “try that again”

16. “no, you don’t get to touch”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “i mean, i got what i wanted, didn’t i?”

20. “stop pushing, it won’t end well”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “take it like a good girl and stop whining”

29. “that’s whining, i thought we talked about that”

30. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

31. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

32. “stop talking”

33. “did i give you permission to talk?”

34. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

35. “be still” - “i can’t” - “yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?”

36. “why are you already squirming?”

37. “cut it out” - “what do you mean? i’m not doing anything”

38. “come here, now”

39. “you can barely speak, so cute”

40. “i’m tired of you speaking, i need something in your mouth”

41. “if i have to stop this car, i’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

42. “you really don’t deserve this”

43. “i didn’t mean to, i’m sorry”

44. “don’t cum until i tell you to”

45. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy?”

46. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

47. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

48. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

49. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

50. “who do you think you are?”

51. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

52. “no, you’re in trouble, you don’t get to demand”

53. “liar”

54. “stop teasing me”

55. “i like it when you’re mad”

56. “punish me”

57. “are you going to stop me?”

58. “shut up”

59. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

60. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

61. “did you really think that would work? cute”

62. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

63. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

64. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

65. “you’re being particularly insufferable today”

66. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

67. “make me cry”

68. “ruin me”

69. “you’re not in a position to make demands”

70. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

71. “say that again, i dare you”

72. “i’m going easy on you, you should be getting the belt right now”

73. “what happened to my good girl?”

74. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

75. “you’ll cum as many times as i want, got it?”

76. “look what you did”

77. “i should edge you”

78. “stop moving, you’ll take what i give you”

79. “swallow"

80. "i'll untie you if you're good"

81. “want to make a mess of you"

82. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?"

83. “i don't care that you're sorry"

84. “don’t argue with me”

85. “you royally fucked up”

86. "swallow"

87. “you heard me”

88. “don’t make me repeat myself”

89. “hurry up, if you take too long i won’t touch you”

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[klausysworld]

Pet Puppy

Klaus wasn’t easily fooled. He knew that the Salvatores, Elena & co were hiding something from him. So he did what anyone would do and investigated the matter.

He figured it out to a person, originally he thought that perhaps it was another Gilbert sibling but then one day he caught her scent.

She must’ve been a wolf, meaning she must be Tyler’s sister or another werewolf family was in town. So he went straight to his first sired hybrid and fired 20 questions at him. He watched as the boy struggled to find any possible loopholes to answer the questions in a a way that told him nothing. And yet by doing so it told him just about everything.

He figured out what she must look like, how she dresses, things she liked and what things meant to her. She was the perfect omega in his mind, a sweet little girl who would behave well and have a soft, innocent persona.

He knew she must if she had been hidden away this long, been compliant to the rules the Mystic Falls gang had set for her.

It wasn’t the easiest task as he searched through the Salvatores house and spied on the Gilbert’s. He checked Bonnies too but found she barely stayed there herself now that she had her mother back. Klaus had nearly forgotten that he was able to get into Caroline’s house after the whole biting situation.

But when he noticed the blonde coming to the grill and picking up an extra plate of food his curiosity peaked. He followed her home and that’s when he spotted the pretty face he had pictured so well as she came and pulled the curtains closed with a bright smile on her face as Elena beckoned her into her arms.

He had to come back another day, get her alone and see if she truly was the perfect omega.

His wolf already thought so and even if she wasn’t he might just take her for the fun of it, piss off everyone in town while having a pretty thing to entertain him.

Though that perspective changed when he got inside the house the next morning. He watched as she nearly jumped a mile when he came up behind her resulting in a pillow launched at his head and a chuckle to erupt from him.

He chased after her as she darted around the house, taking much enjoyment in the hunt before ultimately pouncing at her and tackling her to the ground.

His wolf could have purred at the instant submission she offered once he had caught her, the way her neck arched for him to bite if he so pleased and the little whine she emitted was delightful.

He looked down at her, keeping her pinned against the carpeted floor as he looked her over. She were smaller than he originally imagined but it only added to his attraction, her eyes big and fearful and yet a swirl of lust within them as his wolf produced a strong alpha scent to entice her in. His head tilted to the side and in response so did hers making the corner of his lips pull up.

She wriggled beneath him slightly in an attempt to get him to weaken his hold which he did after squeezing her neck gently. He moved back for her to sit up, he watched as she twitched in anticipation, as she got ready to bolt again. But she didn’t, just remained on edge as he trailed his fingers along each curve of her body. Certain spots he touched gained different reactions, mostly whimpers and little squeaks if he pressed down too hard.

But she didn’t shy away from him, she allowed him to touch and feel every inch of her skin that he could reach and shuddered or shivered in reply. Her wolf’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as his hands left a path of fire in their wake. Both amusement and lust mixed through him as she practically crawled her way into his lap and he rubbed all along her thighs, hips, back, torso, chest, shoulders.

His lips brushed along the side of his neck as she whined quietly to herself before stopping just behind her ear and kissing the spot tenderly.

“Pretty puppy” he murmured as a soft purr rumbled through her. Her head leant back against his shoulder as she sat between his legs. His teeth nibbled her earlobe lightly making her lips part and a soft moan to leave her.

Another 20 minutes went by of his kisses growing rougher, her sounds getting higher and louder as her body arched and clung to him.

Of course until a loud shriek tore his attention away from the swell of her breast which he had nearly gotten completely out of her bra cup. He glanced up to find Caroline looking horrified at the display of hickeys and bite marks in her friends throat, let alone her enemy with his mouth around the omegas tit.

Y/n was entirely out of it though and still moaning softly as his hands groped her gently, his eyes daring Caroline to do or say anything.

She practically ran out of her house, straight on the phone and screaming down it to Damon in a fit.

But by the time Damon had arrived, Klaus had Y/n back at his house.

Her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he buried his face in between her breasts while he carried her up the stairs.

He nipped and sucked along them greedily before dropping her onto his bed and crawling on top of her. And he was entirely ready to claim her right there and then, until he looked down and saw her sweet face.

Her eyes completely black and her body almost vibrating from how loud her purr was. The backs of her fingers brushed over her chest as he hummed gravely.

“You’re such a sweet omega aren’t you puppy?” He muttered seeing her pant and tug at his henley like a dog in heat. His lips pulled into a smile and he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. “Oh I think I’ll be keeping you my lovely” he smirked.

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And he most definitely intended on it.

He didn’t care how many times Stefan, Damon, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, Tyler, anyone came to try take her away. He had a firm grip on her at all times, keeping her at his side or pressed to his chest.

She was such a good girl for him, always doing as asked and curled up on top of him.

He would kiss her head and smooth his hands down her sides while feeling her face muzzle into his chest.

He carried her just about everywhere, whether it was to the kitchen or across town. There shouldn’t even be the slightest risk that she would be stolen from him. And he made sure of it.

Hands on her, arms around her, scent rubbed all over her and a range of sweet nothings and dirty somethings whispered in her ears.

She was his little pup until the day they both died, she would never leave him, not with how good he was for her.

He always kept her safe, protected, happy, loved and cared for.

“Hungry? Don’t worry puppy, I have your food on the way and your snack drawer is full.”

“Thirsty? Would you rather drink my blood or I bring you something different?”

“Sleepy little pup? That’s okay, you can curl right up here.”

Anything she needed, he could and would provide. Always…and forever of course.

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[ghostfanwriter]

🩷 If we ever broke up, I'd call your dad 🩷

🩷 Pairing: Boyfriend's dad! Joel Miller x Reader

🩷 Setting: No outbreak au.

🩷 Synopsis: After his son cheats on you, Joel shows you that there's one Miller man worth of your time.

🩷 Features: 🔞 Straight to the point porn, degradation with praise, unprotected p in v, cheating (Joel's son cheats reader), oral sex (m receiving), cum play (eating and exhibiting), big age gap (20's/50's)

🩷 Word count: 1.5k

🩷 Author's note: This one came to when then listening to 'If we ever broke up." The 'I'd call your dad' line just seemed to have so much potential, it made me want to write something for it. So my first smaller fic was born. Also, the bikinis I own are small ones, so picture her ass barely covered in this one. Hope you like it 🩷

Good reading 🩷✨

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Sadness was gone, now all you felt for him was disdain.

And it was that exactly same feeling that made you wear your nicest bikini — a baby pink one that darkens when wet — to his family barbecue instead of breaking up and telling him you already knew everything he did.

It was disdain that made you share a beer with his dad.

Oh, his dad. You knew you had made the wrong choice when you met him.

His broad shoulders, his warm smile and personality, his greying beard and hair, strong arms and soft dark eyes. You almost moaned when you first saw him, almost moaned when he pulled you into a hug, feeling his warmth on your chest.

He was the only reason you still hadn't broken up with his son — and you had several reasons to contrapoint him. You weren't ready to leave him, to not see or talk to him ever again.

It was disdain that made you flirt with his dad, sitting by his side by the pool, touching his legs while you talked to him. Tell him what his son did to you, show him the picture of the girl he did it with.

It was anger that made his dad want to go after him, to teach him how to respect a woman. You don't know what made you hold him back.

But it was disdain that made him lean into you, touching your thigh and giving you a reassuring smile.

“I just don't know how he thought he could ever find someone better, funnier, prettier than you, angel.”

It was disdain that made you lick your lips, looking at his, smiling to him and falling back into the pool.

Disdain made you keep looking at him, for him, the rest of the barbecue.

Desire made his dad not take his eyes off you, watching how your bikini would dry back to its baby pink before darkening again when you got back on the pool.

It was desire that made you stare at his dad until he looked back, finding a smile on your face as you turned your head towards the house. Calling him in.

It was desire that made his dad follow you inside his house, inside his bathroom, locking the door behind him, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck and your collarbones, squeezing your sides, biting your jaw and grabbing your ass.

Making you melt into his arms, your baby pink bikini darkening right in between your legs, showing him how much you craved this very moment.

“He's just a boy, you need a real man to show you how you should be treated, to take care of you like you deserve. To fuck you like you need to be.” He said in your ear as you palmed him through his shorts, undoing their cords and shoving your hand into them, moaning at how big — much, much bigger than his son —, how thick, how heavy and how hard he was.

“He was so gentle, Mr. Miller. He was so soft.” You whimpered on his neck, running your free hand through his hair, his hands squeezing your whole body.

“And you don't want it soft, do you, baby? You think you can do it for me? Take it like a woman? Huh? Give a grown man what he needs from you?” He asked right before rolling his tongue around your clothed nipple and biting on it over your bikini, staining its baby pink with his saliva, earning a moan from you.

“Was hoping you'd teach me how, Mr. Miller.”

"Don't call me that, angel." He says with a groan, thrusting into your hand.

He turned you around, freeing his cock, pushing your tiny bikini to the side and bending you over the sink. He slid his cock between your folds, groaning at how wet and soft you felt.

"Goddammit baby, so ready for me already."

"Wanted you for a long time, Joel." You moan, moving your hips, grinding yourself onto his cock and his body. He smiles at how you obeyed him, not calling him Mr. Miller anymore.

“A stupid young boy cheats on you and the first thing you do is fuck his daddy, huh, baby? Such a good fucking slut...” He pants on your ears, and you hate how it makes you moan, you hate how you can feel yourself wetting his cock even more with what he calls you.

But his touch is so strong, so firm, so soft at the same time. His voice so soothing and breathy. His degradation always followed by a praise that makes you need him even more.

"...My favorite type of girl, know you're gonna be so good for me." He completes, thrusting forward, his cock sliding through your folds, his tip tickling your clit, making you moan.

"I will, daddy. Need you inside me, please." You plead, and he squeezes your hips, right where your thighs connect to them, groaning on your ear.

“Good girl, so desperate for my cock. You beg so nice, pretty.” That's what he wanted you to call him all along.

He guided his tip to your entrance, grunting at how you clenched around it as soon at it went inside, at how easily your arousal made it for him to bottom out inside you, despite how tight you were.

It was lust that made you bounce your hips back on him, rolling them and moaning, biting his palm when he covered your mouth.

“Know you want to make him jealous, baby. But we can't let anyone hear us and end our fun, can we?”

It was disdain that made his dad fuck you. Not just have sex with you, a much younger, pretty girl. But fuck you.

Relentless, hard, deep, fast, rough. Squeezing your hips and your breasts, grunting and groaning in your ears, praising you for being so bad.

"Fucking your father-in-law while your boyfriend's outside. So fucking bad, baby."

"If I only knew you were such a good girl. I would've had so much more fun with you."

“How many times I came by myself, thinking about this pretty body of yours. Could've used your help all along.”

He kept going, the sounds of your bonding-time just not alerting anyone because of his shorts muffling his thrusts and his hand muffling your moans.

"C'mon, cum for me, baby. Gonna look so pretty with your eyes rolling back for me." He said, staring at your reflection on the mirror. Your brows furrowed, hair all messy, his large hand covering the whole bottom of your face. His dark and hooded eyes, his low eyebrows, a fucking gorgeous smile on his face. “Play with yourself, c'mon. Have you ever done it for me before?”

You nod desperately, you had. So many times. Sometimes when you were with his son. Wishing it was him, to treat you like you wanted, like you needed to be handled.

“I did, daddy. So many times.” You tried to say, his hand muffling most of your words, but he still got it.

“Show me how you did it, princess. Touch yourself for me, squeeze daddy's cum out of him."

You roll your fingers passionately around your clit, his punishing pace making it easy for you to cum around him, gushing on his cock and clenching around him, forcing him to fuck you even harder, forging room for himself inside you.

"Fuck, baby. So pretty cumming all over me, so bad. Cumming so hard for your boyfriend's daddy, making me feel so good. Gonna cum for you too, baby."

“In my mouth, daddy. Please.”

"Mouth? How are you gonna talk to people when we're done? Just gonna let them smell my cum on your mouth, baby? Huh, is that what you want? For everyone to know how good you were for me?"

You nod, furrowing your brows. He watches your face on the mirror, letting go of your mouth, pulling out and turning you back around.

You can feel yourself leaking down your thighs.

"So fucking good, baby." He says before kissing you, hungry and passionate, before interlacing his fingers on your hair and pulling you down.

You grab him and suck him passionately, twisting your wrists, rolling your tongue around his tip and cupping his balls. He thrusts into your mouth a few times, grunting and looking into your eyes, pulling away before pumping himself, deep and fast.

“Now open wide for daddy, c'mon.”

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"Good, so pretty like this." He praises.

He cums in long and thick streams, filling your mouth, making you smile and moan at his taste, his warmth.

You move his cum inside your mouth, letting it coat every little corner of it before opening your mouth again, showing it to him.

"Greedy girl, not one drop to waste. Swallow, baby." He pants, and you do, looking into his eyes and swallowing, smiling when you're done, showing him your empty mouth. "Did you like it?" He asked, caressing your hair.

"I loved it, daddy." You answer, licking the drop of cum falling from his tip.

"And am I gonna have to teach you some manners too?"

"Sorry daddy, thank you. I loved it."

"Good, such a good girl for me."

He lifts you up, kissing you.

"Can't leave the bathroom with this stinky mouth, can you? Can't let anyone know how much fun we just had together." He said, putting some toothpaste on his index finger. "Open up, show me your teeth."

You do as you're told. He brushes your teeth with his finger, cleaning your whole mouth, even your tongue, before telling you to rinse.

"My son is one stupid motherfucker, baby. I'll take care of you from now on. Make sure you're getting everything you deserve. Making sure you never let any boy come close to you ever again."

If you only knew that getting cheated on was the best thing that could happen to you...

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Hope you liked it. Dirty and short, new for me, but super fun to try.

Hope to see you around, have a nice one, besties 🩷

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[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings i

Part one

Pairing: Bodhi Durran x fem!marked one!reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: SPOILERS!!, drinking, swearing, filler dialogue, not proofread v well. lmk if I missed anything

A/n: my first Emperyeon series fic!! Was supposed to be just a one part fic, but I got carried away. I also just wanted to write a self indulgent piece w dialogue amongst the group too 🥲 this is my first time in a while posting but I fr love Bodhi sm I needed to have something w him in it. I hope you enjoy!

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You survived your first year, you defied the odds of what everyone else said about you. Not only defying those odds, but being one of the best in your year. Maybe Imogen and Xaden had played a crucial part, but most of the marked ones were surprised. You had been more quiet and reserved out of the group of kids for the high ranked officials, but that didn’t mean you were weak. You had proved that while being ruthless and cunning in your training. Your parents were Fen Riorson’s top battle strategist and healer after all.

In the gathering hall, everyone celebrated moving into their new ranks. While simultaneously saying goodbye to the third years they’ve grown to know. You were indulging in the alcoholic lemonade, and your fellow fourth wing with more than a few words tonight. You sat on the left side of Violet while Imogen sat on the right. Nadine and Sawyer next to Rhiannon across from you bickering playfully about something. You savoring your newfound will to live after the events at Resson.

The hall was sweltering in the summer evening heat, no amount of lesser magic had helped. Neither did the warmth you could feel from Ridoc beside you. Taking your jacket off, only being left in your tank top underneath.

“Damn Y/n,” whistled Ridoc. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your relics yet.” Everyone’s eyes went to you, and usually you would’ve been intimidated by all eyes on you. Tonight it didn’t faze you that much. Even noting the softened gaze in Nadine’s eyes, who had been skeptical of the kids of the rebellion at the beginning of the year.

Both sides of your collarbones are covered in intricate designs extending to shoulders making their way down to your biceps on both arms. You never tried to hide the relics, but you never took your jacket off or opted for a long sleeve, higher collared shirt when training in lessons.

You rolled your eyes at the male’s cheekiness and everyone gawking besides the few who knew what already laid beneath your jacket. “It’s not something I necessarily flaunt.”

“Obviously or we wouldn’t all be shocked here.” Sawyer snorted, sipping on his beverage.

“It’s so badass though.” Violet acted as if she hadn’t only seen it days prior.

“I had been fortunate in the placements of them. Since both of my parents were a part of Riorson’s regime.” You tried not to be bashful about it.

“Where’s your dragon relic?” Ridoc blurted as he looked at the design on your shoulders.

“Sheesh,” Rihannon reached over, flicking his ear. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen any relics before.”

Before you could give a response, something caught the youngest Sorrengail’s eye causing her to get up. “I’ll be back.” Violet stood up from the table, wobbling tipsily to the corner where you saw Xaden and Bodhi. The latter descended, seeing the silver haired girl approach them, offering a curt nod when they passed one another.

You gulped at how good Bodhi looked in his new third year jacket, even when it bore no difference to his second year uniform. You were just a sucker for Bodhi in a uniform admittedly. The mage lights illuminating his dark curls to a chocolate hue that tempted you to run your fingers through his hair.

Despite being close with Xaden, Imogen, and even Garrick—you kept your distance from the younger man for a year before he left for Basigath. When you were kids, you two had been close friends, maybe even inseparable. But when a rebellion happens, and you have increasingly become aware of how much your affection for him went so much deeper than being his friend—things become complicated.

When you were around him now it was the only time you felt truly timid. You could conquer the parapet, gauntlet, bond a dragon, kill venin and wyvern, but that man was your weakness. He had narrowly saved you and your dragon from a wyvern attack while back in Resson.

His cheek still dusted with a greenish yellow bruise, and jaw gashed with a healing cut. Unashamedly you thought it made him look so much more lethally handsome than he was. Gods you were resorting to a bumbling nervous lovesick puppy.

“Human women and their finicky hormones and emotions.” Your dragon, Cleasaí, chortled through your bond.

“Quiet, go eat sheep or something.” You slammed your mental shields up from her to the best of your ability while intoxicated.

Bodhi reached the table, already looking at you. His hazel eyes shimmered with curiosity as he scanned your exposed arms and collarbones. Either not used to lack of sleeves or was it the fact you unabashedly stared back for once. His mouth curled into a lazy smirk. You hoped he didn’t notice your already flushed warm cheeks redden under the mage lights, feeling a ghost of smirk on your own lips. The lavender lemonade made you feel bolder evidently as well.

“Mind if I squeeze in?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked on yours stil.

“I can move over—“ Imogen started moving closer to you, but he had already stepped over the bench to take a seat in between the two of you. “Or not.” She deadpanned. She had been one of the only ones that knew the complicated timeline between the two of you.

Your heart skipped a split second from the stare down between the both of you. Now feeling acutely aware of your posture and the swarm of what you could only compare to bees buzzing around in your stomach.

“Y/n,” he greeted casually, his voice a warm husky tone.

“Bodhi.” You tried to play cool, and take a sip of your frothy drink. Not only did you know he was looking at you, you could see Imogen in your peripheral, giving you a “what-the-fuck” look at the interaction. Ignoring the pink haired girl, you spoke up again. “Feel like a third year yet?”

“Eh, it won’t hit me until the new candidates get here.” He finally took his eyes off you as Ridoc offered him a bottle of ale. “Thanks man.” Bodhi’s side pressed up to you when leaned over to take the bottle.

His warmth doubled down into you, igniting the exposed skin where he pressed into you. Feeling his minty breath fan the side of your face, and the smell of cedar, patchouli, and musk invade your senses. You could feel his hard muscle flex through the layers of his clothing against your bicep. The storm that buzzed through your stomach turned into heat seeping into your core. Lovesick puppy or just desperate for male touch?

“I know I will be taking every advantage as a second year,” Nadine chimed in. “Finally being able to sleep in is priority number one!” She did a little celebratory dance in her seat. You snapped out the trance Bodhi left you in, and agreed with her.

“I’ll be savoring our newfound alone time too.” An extra hour in the morning, and weekends to actually do something more than chores or training. Maybe you can finally break out the sketch book that someone smuggled in for you during a supplies trip. You only found it on your bed with no note.

“Define alone time, Y/n.” Rihannon wagged her eyebrows at you. The group chuckled at the suggestive comment.

“Or will you use your newfound freedom to bring someone into your room finally?” Ridoc added, causing the group to laugh louder. If you weren’t red enough already, you had to be beet red now.

“What makes you think I haven’t already?” An inquisitive eyebrow raised at the shorter male from beside you. ‘Oohs’ rise from the group.

“Did you want to be number one, Ridoc?” Quinn giggled.

You felt both the male in question and Bodhi tense. The former blushing a deep scarlet in embarrassment and the latter wearing a neutral expression you couldn’t decipher.

“Sounds like you’re keeping watch of me.” You teased playfully. The flushed male who usually was never at loss for words was now stammering trying to deny it. “It’s okay, maybe one day I’ll take your consideration if I’m ever bored enough.”

“Not what I meant.” Ridoc put his hands over his face groaning. You finally let out a laugh from his reaction, you couldn’t help getting the slight joy of teasing him. He always got the joy of doing it to everyone else. It seemed the rest of the group was enjoying teasing the man just as much too. Everyone besides Bodhi, who had a slight scowl on his face until Imogen whispered something to him.

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By the end of the night, everyone was just about ready for bed drunkenly chatting and giggling at one another. You had consumed two more tall glasses of lavender lemonade. Most of the group now were clamoring around getting clumsy and incoherent. While you were trying to stay sane while remaining seated next to the guy you’ve always had undeniable feelings for. Overly aware of every little action he did at the table throughout the night. From him laughing to the way he gripped the bottle of his alcohol. Lovesick puppy.

You had stood at the exit of the hall up to the dormitories with Ridoc and Rhiannon. Both have to hold each other up as they bid you goodnight.

“Y/n,” Ridoc hiccupped. “I wasn’t serious about earlier, but if you’re—“ hiccup “serious I can be—“ another hiccup “serious.” You did everything you could not laugh out loud knowing it was the alcohol talking.

“She wasn’t.” Bodhi came up next to you, giving him a glare. You shot him a look, not used to such a serious or broody version of the man you grew up with. Him always being the friendlier one out of Xaden, Garrick, and himself. “Goodnight you two.”

Rhiannon’s eyes widened in a shocking delight. “I knew there was something between the two of you!” She squealed, like he bared his soul with a couple words.

“There is—“ you go to correct her, but the tall male beside you cuts you off.

“Goodnight Cadet Matthias.” He had an authoritative tone that made your knees buckle. Or was that the alcohol? His muscular arm wrapped around your waist as he noticed your unsteadiness, and you felt that same sensation you felt earlier when you leaned into him for support.

Your two fellow second years gave the both of you looks before clumsily walking away, leaving you alone with the male holding you up. Your heart is now hammering as he starts to lead you away.

“Let’s get some air.” Bodhi motioned his head to the courtyard as he effortlessly led your stumbling form outside. You wanted to scoff at his proposition. Your new bed and pajamas were calling your name.

A few cadets and lieutenants lingered around the expansive yards, but he quietly led you to an alcove that brought you to a secluded spot where no one could see the two of you.

You leaned up against the stone wall, letting the summer breeze cool your skin. Carefully observing the tawny skinned man from beside you. He took out a small rolled paper and a match, lighting the roll and the sweet smell of churam filled your nose. You weren’t allowed to smoke, and you knew if you were caught you two would be expelled and possibly executed at this point.

“What are you doing?” You hissed as he took a drag, watching him let the smoke leave his mouth and inhale through his nose. There goes that damn buzzing feeling in the pit of your stomach again.

“Relax this is our smoking spot, Y/n/n, no one comes around here.” He reassured you once he exhaled the smoke again. You rolled your eyes staring at the mage light that flickered on the wall. After a lengthy pause, you glanced back at him.

“What makes you think I wasn’t serious?” You questioned, crossing your arms around yourself.

“You know these are the most words you’ve spoken to me in months? Maybe even years?” He ignored your question.

You opened your mouth, before closing it again. You couldn’t admit it was because of your harbored feelings. Not now. Because he was right, you hadn’t talked for quite some time. It didn’t feel right nor did you want to omit that confession.

“Well you were here for an entire year and I was back home so yeah it’s been a year since we talked.” So you played oblivious with him.

He scoffed, “you’ve hardly spoken to me since you’ve gotten here.”

“You just seemed so busy—“

“Cut the shit, please.” He pleaded, now anxiously dragging the joint.

As he brought it away from his lips after a couple puffs, you stole it from him. Your fingers brushing slightly as you grab the small rolled herb. The small touch warrants an electrifying feeling between your fingers. Quickly brushing the thought of if he felt it too, you took a hit of the herb. Letting the sweet smoke seep into your lungs and haze the self awareness and guilt that filled you.

You didn’t want to let him in, truthfully. You’ve already witnessed too many losses during the succession and your first year alone at Basigath. It was when your parents had been executed when you started slipping away from him. You let the stereotypical crush trope hide deep down what you felt, how afraid you were. It would hurt to know, if you finally got the balls to admit everything you’ve felt, and something happened to him or you. It already almost did once, the regret and shame still kept a hold of you for the last few days.

You could now see the disappointment in his eyes. “You’ve always been quiet and reserved, but with me? That’s never been you.” You took another deep inhale of the herb.

“Could you blame me if I was scared?” Your hands slightly shook as you handed the joint back to him. Your eyes were earnest as you looked at him.

He shook his head, running hand through his hair. “You're scared? Fuck, Y/n I almost watched you die. And you know what ran through my head thinking ‘this could be it’?” He took one last smoke, throwing the remaining part of the joint on the ground, stomping it out into the cobblestone. “That the last fucking year spent with you was speaking through a chain of command or small talk bullshit when you weren’t running the opposite if I was near you for too long.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you could feel the tears burn the edges of your eyes. That electric current you felt in your stomach only a few moments ago had solidified into a brick. Then ascended into a wall that crushed you with an iron force with his words.

You two had only briefly talked while in Aretia after what happened.

You had tended to your dragon most of the time while waiting for Violet to heal. Your green clubtail had a poorly injured claw from a wyvern, and despite her persistence it would heal, you were nervous that it would draw too many questions back at Basigath. Xaden agreed and saw Brennan to help mend some of the wound once Violet was stable. You were not able to leave her side while the stranger tended to her. She was already furious that someone besides you had to touch her.

You wanted to talk to him more after that, everything had happened so fast though. Then you went back to avoiding him.

“You’re right.” You mumbled, picking at the edge of your nails. “I’m so sorry, Bo.” Your lip trembled, and the first tear slipped from your eye.

He sighed, sounding defeated. “Gods, I don’t want to be right.” He gently grabbed your elbow, wrapping your smaller frame in his arms. “I want you to stop icing me out, Y/n.”

He ran a hand through your hair, his chin resting on top of your head as you sniffled tears silently running down your cheeks. He had every right to be upset with you, but here he was comforting you. This had always been the Bodhi you knew, how he was before the height of the rebellion. Whereas you had turned cold, letting your cowardice and stubbornness control your emotions—for what you thought was for good reason.

“I know,” you stifled against his jacket. Finally wrapping your arms around him. His grip tightened, and you were overwhelmed by the sense of comfort. You hated what this man did for you and to you.

“I shouldn’t have had this conversation tonight.” He admitted. “I should have waited until we were both sober.” He let you go, and you wished you were still wrapped in his muscular arms. A cold seeping into you that wasn’t due to weather.

You shook your head, a sad smile on your lips. “I would have run.”

“And I wouldn’t have had the courage to bring it up.” A dry chuckle echoed through the quiet alcove.

“We’re riders and we’re—“

“Shit at feelings?” He mused as he watched you tug your jacket on. You wiped some stray tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

“I was gonna say pansies, but that works.” You sniffled, as a toothy grin finally appeared on his face.

“Should we get to bed and do this all over again tomorrow?” He offered his arm. You raised an eyebrow at him, was he sane? “I mean the drinking part, not the arguing. I enjoyed hearing more than a word out of you tonight though. So I can resort to arguing if needed.” He nudged you slightly.

You rolled your eyes teasingly, “no promises.”

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Would you please write a boyfriend’s dad fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Maybe the bf ditches her while she’s on vacation with his family and Joel knows his son is a fuck up so he wants to show her what she’s missing

Sky’s out, thighs out

1.5k / boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader 

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Warnings: NSFW 18+,  non-outbreak AU, big girthy age gap (unspecified), public, exhibitionism, oral & rimming (f receiving), unsafe P in V sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, use of daddy (prone bone anon). 

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You're sunbathing face-down in a pool chair and a shadow falls over your book.  Joel squats down in front of you.  “Hey,” he says gently.  You wipe your eyes under your sunglasses.  He takes your shades off, but leaves his own on.  “Don’t worry 'bout my dipshit son, okay? Not worth the tears." He catches one with his thumb as it rolls down your face. You glance up and he asks, "Wanna go for a swim or somethin’?”  You avoid your reflection in his shades. Your eyes fall to his meaty thighs which are stretching his short, retro swim trunks under his wife beater tank top.   He follows your eyes down, then his nose twitches, smugly tugging at one corner of his mouth.  “We could do that, too." He’s shameless, but you've ignored it so far.  

One day, lounging on the beach, he caught you looking. He said, “sky’s out, thighs out," then sensually rubbed his upper inner thigh. You said, “sky’s always out. . .”   “Exactly.”  His beard pattern only enhanced the mischief in his smile, his hand resting at his groin. He wet his lips, still looking at you. Then he adjusted himself. The next day, he snuck up on you from behind when you were reading at the edge of the pool. He silently swam up and stood behind you, pressed himself up against you, and you didn’t do anything about it except think about him while you fucked his son later.  

"Thanks." You take your sunglasses from his hand and go back to reading. You're looking at the book but can’t focus with all these butterflies between your legs.  

You're thinking about how big and hard Joel felt against your ass in the pool and now hot it was that he stole that moment, no matter how creepy. The way he loosely wrapped one arm around you under the water, and you didn't flinch as he ran his hand over your stomach, just barely dipped his fingertips into your suit, and whispered, "good color on you." His soft grunt when he pressed himself harder against you before sinking back and floating away just in time for Jack to come back outside.

"Plenty of time to ourselves," he says as you stare at the words on the page. It’s a rooftop pool shared by several units, and the other units have been empty this week.  But there are higher roof tops nearby with direct lines of vision. Someone waved from their barbecue the night before and invited y’all to join. It's a friendly area, lots of vacation condos.

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“Alright, I’m gonna make this easy on ya,” Joel says.  “Want me to stop, I will, but you gotta say stop.” You throb at his words. He knows exactly what you need right now - for him to take charge.  

He starts by massaging your back. "Damn fool to even glance at another chick.”  He kneads your muscles lower and lower, then gropes your ass with an "Mmm."  You put your book down and rest your head on your hands.  He slides his hand into your swimsuit bottoms and keeps sliding down, over your crack, a little further, until his middle finger reaches your dripping wet pussy.  He inhales deeply and his voice lowers to a horny pitch as he swirls his finger. “Yeahhh," he growls.  "That's what I thought. . .” he says as he touches you.  

He swings a leg over the pool chair to straddle you, and as his crotch hovers over your ass, he brings his mouth to your ear. "You're so damn hot, baby," then dips his pelvis down for his raging erection to brush your swimsuit, sending all your blood to your loins.  "Knew ya wanted it."

He uses one hand to slowly untie your swimsuit bottom on both sides, so slowly, as if any sudden movement might break the spell.  Then he backs up toward the foot of the lounge chair and spreads your thighs.  "Damn, this ass is perfect,” he says under his breath as he gives your cheeks a quick squeeze. Then he inserts a thick finger into your cunt and breathes deeply as he adds another.  

“Pussy, too. . . Damn. . .” Your cunt twitches around his digits and he says, “Wooo.”  He takes out his fingers, and his hands on your hips nudge you into lifting your ass and tilting your hips for him to plant his face. His facial hair prickles you lightly.  He starts at your clit and when he reaches your warm, wet hole he gives it a kiss.  Then he inserts his tongue and moans into you.  After about a minute of eating you out, his tongue sharpens and drags from your entrance up to your asshole to tease you there while squeezing a cheek.  

He gets on top of you and presses the hard bulge of his swim trunks into your ass.   You moan softly and he says, “Yeah, that’s right.”  He pulls his swim trunks down enough to free his stiff member then runs the firm tip through your folds.  You gasp and he says “All yours, baby.  Every inch.”  

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He notches the swollen head at your entrance.  Your thighs spread and your hips tilt for him. "That's right, baby."  He shoves himself into you with a grunt.  You moan as his girth splits you open.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes and retreats half way.  He plunges forward again and bottoms out with a long sigh. "Damn. . . tight 'n juicy. . ." He repeats the motion.  "Perfect pussy." He lowers his broad torso against your back for a moment, pulling out all but the tip. The light padding of his stomach makes you twitch. Then with a deep thrust he pushes himself back up.  He hovers over you and braces himself on both sides of the pool chair as he rails you.  He’s hitting just the right spot.  The tension builds in your core.  

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp. 

“Yeah, how’s this cock treatin’ ya, baby?”

“Fuck, it’s good.”

“That’s right,” he says into your neck. "Daddy knows best. . . Don't I, baby?" He latches onto your neck. 

You start to say it back to him "Da-" and cut yourself off with a moan.  He sucks your neck so hard it’ll leave a mark but you don’t care. All you care about is his cock inside you.  You take a deep breath and manage, “yeah, Daddy.”  

He pounds you with all the pent up tension of the week.  You hear faint voices from a neighboring rooftop.  It sends a rush of excitement through you, the thought of strangers seeing you get railed by your boyfriend’s hot dad. 

Every time Joel buries his length in you, it rocks you forward on the chair and you grip it for dear life.  You moan in near disbelief at how good he feels. Your chest feels light with energy.

“Jack ever fuck you this good?" Not even close.  

“No,” you pant.  “Never, daddy. . ."  You could come any minute but don’t want it to end.

“s'what I thought." His cock is so stiff and thick.  And length wise, even a smidgen more might be too much to take. 

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You look up and a shadow moves inside the clubhouse. “Wait,” you say. “ Is someone in there?”

He slows his hips.  “Want me to stop?”  He stops moving, and you can hardly stand it you’re so close to coming.  You groan.  No, you don’t want him to stop.  

You’re trying to see into the clubhouse when he pulls out and you answer too late, “Nooo.”  

He says “C'mere” and flips you over.   The voices return next door.  His strong thighs swell out from under his swim trunks and you follow them up to his commanding cock.  His sun-kissed arm flexes as he pumps himself, then crouches down and lines himself up.  

“Look at Daddy, don’t worry ‘bout nothin’ else."  He plunges to the hilt with a loud sigh from both of you.  “Damn you take it good,” he says.  He begins to pound you, then puts your legs up in a mating press.  

“I’m on the pill,” you manage to say between deep breaths.  Hard to tell if he’s relieved or disappointed.  His hips snap into you faster, and you forget about the shadow in the pool house and the people next door.  When you’re on the edge of  bliss, you say “I’m gonna–”

“Yeah baby, come on my cock.” 

You pant. 

“Come on, baby,” he says as he slams into you. 

You begin to clench around him and moan obscenely, gushing on his cock.

“Attagirl.”  He keeps fucking you through it. “Hell yeah,” he says between heavy breaths.  

He plunges into you slower but harder and somehow further, bottoming out with a primal grunt. Then he pulses inside you and sighs loudly as his balls empty.  His pulsations extend your own until he finishes coming and pulls out. Before he takes his still-hard cock away, he gathers his cum with the tip and pushes back inside.

When he's truly done, he swiftly pulls up his swim trunks, drags his hand through your juices and sucks his fingers.  He crouches down, cups your cheek and says, “Hot as hell.”  

Then he takes off his tank top and jumps in the pool.  He turns around and rests his arms on the deck, facing you. 

 “Damn. . . Jack’s even dumber than I thought.” 

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Same Joel, same vacation:

thighs out on the beach

sun's out, guns out

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging!

If you like this one, you might like the Speakeasy series which has exhibitionism, horniness, and talking.   Like how he talks?  Try night walks for similar energy (on the darker side).  Instagram and Uber for another squirter. 

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Kinkmas (7)- Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree

Mommy Wanda X Reader

Summary: Whilst decorating the tree, Wanda's jumper rises up and you can't stop yourself from staring, easily flustered by the woman you somehow managed to call your girlfriend. What happens when Wanda notices your constant gaze and decides to torment you?

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings/Tags: Tree Decorating, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Mommy Kink, Praise, Degrading, Finger Sucking, Strip Tease, Power Bottom Wanda/Sub Reader, Oral Sex, Fingering, Face-Sitting, Brief Smothering, Multiple Orgasms, After care, An Attempt at Humour

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A carefree smile played on your lips as your head tilted to the side slightly, admiring the woman next to you, her beauty stunning you every time you saw her, the green meeting yours and softening. You couldn't stop yourself from letting your gaze flicker from her enchanting eyes to the gentle slope of her nose, that adorable nose scrunch that adorned her features, gaze eventually travelling to her auburn hair that framed her face perfectly, her teeth biting on her lower lip at your enamoured state.

Her fingers delicately wrapped around the tinsel in her hand, about to finish decorating the tree in front of you with the colourful and festive item, an idea entering her mind as you couldn't help but stare at her, love evident in your eyes.

Her hips swayed to the gentle music that played in the background, your eye noting every movement from her as her lips mouthed the words to the Christmas song playing, your smile widening as she gradually got closer and closer, the tinsel in her hand being thrown over your shoulder and wrapped around the back of your neck.

The flimsy material tickled the base of your neck as her body grew closer, her hands tugging on the item softly to bring your mouths closer, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, a smile gracing your lips at her antics, your heart swelling with love, beating wildly in your chest at the feeling of her body pressing into yours.

"Are you going to carry on staring or are you going to help me now, Detka?" she teases when she pulls back from the kiss, stealing another tender one before peering into your eyes, having caught onto your plan.

You weren't the best at decorating trees, you could never decide on where or how to place the tinsel, how to organise the ornaments or even just untangle the array of knots in the Christmas lights, your cheeks tinting red at her look, smile shy.

"But you're just so much better at decorating than me," you murmur, hands wrapping around her waist to keep her close, lips pressing to her forehead to try and convince her to let you just admire the show. "You're doing a great job so far," you praise softly, eyes wandering to the side to admire the aesthetic and beautiful tree, her smile widening at your recognition of her hard work.

"Compliments aren't going to get you anywhere Moya Lyubov," she murmurs into another kiss, the two of you unable to resist one another, inevitably leaning in till your mouths moved together leisurely, savouring the soft moment. "You're helping," she says, tone adamant which makes you groan into the kiss slightly, having had fun just being an observer.

"Yes Ma'am," you grumble playfully, her hand smacking your behind teasingly as you move to grab a matching piece of tinsel, your mouth parting in shock at her action, her shoulders shrugging innocently, your lips naturally pulling up into a wide smile.

Obediently, you listen to every instruction that falls from her lips, reaching near the top end of the tree by standing on your tiptoes, tongue peaking out of your mouth as you concentrated, Wanda taking over your role and watching you with a tender gaze, the green overflowing with love as she observed your attempt to put the last piece of tinsel on.

A sigh of relief left you when you managed to get it on without bringing the tree down with you, like last year, Wanda congratulating you with a brief peck, cheeks tinted red at the domesticity of the moment.

You had thought after the tinsel you would be free but it turned out you were far from done, being told once again what to do as she directed you on where to place each ornament, your face expressing your clear indecisiveness as you would randomly stare at the tree, seemingly lost.

"Let me show you Detka," Wanda murmurs softly, body pressing into yours from behind as her fingers wrap around your hand, guiding you to the right place to put the small snowman figure, your breath hitching at her words, cheeks somehow darkening even more, a similar colour to the tinsel. "That's it, right there," she whispers, mouth near your ear making your mind run wild with sinful thoughts, eyes darkening when her fingers wrap around yours to place the snowman onto the tree, a sigh leaving you when she backs off you, retrieving another decoration.

You were lost for words when she acted normally after that, your body unable to control itself as warmth pooled at your lower abdomen at her raspy tone, the way her accent wrapped around her words delicately. Your mind was reeling with the thought of her, every innocent touch driving you mad as her hand would occasionally rest on your lower back to get past, fingers trailing down your arm, shoulder brushing yours, it was all too much, your face highlighting how flustered you were.

Wanda loved riling you up like this, her face poised and not giving away her intentions as she saw your eyes rake over her body hungrily, fingers twitching at your side and desperately wanting to touch her, to hold her in your arms and do whatever she asked of you.

"Can you help me with the star?" she asks, eyes softening as she waits for you to snap out of your thoughts, nodding and walking over to her, eyes drifting to her lips and watching how her tongue swipes over her bottom one, wetting it before her teeth bite down gently on her lower lip, the sight of her intoxicating.

"What do you need me to do?" you murmur, Wanda grabbing a chair to stand on as neither of you could reach the top of the tree, the other woman not wanting to injure herself.

"Just make sure I don't fall please," her tone soft as she offers you one more smile before climbing onto the chair, your hands hovering by her waist as the old chair wobbles slightly, concern evident on your face as you wanted her to be safe.

The worry soon switched to being flustered as her sweater rose up considerably, eyes naturally drifting down to the expanse of skin that was now on show. From where you were stood, you could see the beautiful curve of her hip, her toned stomach and the subtle signs of abs showing through, the small dip in her lower back as she stretched higher, placing the star at the top of the tree, your mind too busy fogging with arousal to pay attention to her hands.

"There we go," she says, tone cheerful and elated at finishing the tree, a festive joy taking over her as she looks down at you, your eyes gradually tearing away from her soft, enticing skin to meet her eyes, the green noticing how yours had darkened considerably.

You offered her your hand to get down, her stepping off the chair closer to your body than necessary, taking joy in watching you remain respectful and shy as always, knowing exactly how to drive you insane.

"Thank you Detka," she rasps out, peering up into your eyes with a dominant glint them, yours conveying your submission as you get lost in her mesmerising green, hands moving to rest on her lower back, sliding under her jumper hesitantly, always watching her reactions to your touch on her bare skin and the suggestive undertone to them.

"Is this-" you were cut off by her lips pressing to yours, mouth moving sensually against yours as you wrapped your arms more securely around her, pulling her impossibly closer as you groaned into her mouth, warmth flooding through both of you. Her hand fists into your jumper, pulling your body into hers as her legs hit the back of the sofa, your body lightly pinning her against the furniture while her tongue slides lewdly into your mouth, her lips tugging up into a smirk at the whimper that leaves you. "Wanda," you sigh out and it's nothing but submissive, pulling back from the kiss to gaze into her eyes lustfully, her simply refusing to part from the kiss and chasing your lips, pulling on your jumper once more to crash her lips back to yours, wet and wanting as your hands rest on the back of the sofa, bracing your body against her.

"Ah, ah," she tuts at your sigh, "Come on Detka, you know better than that," she teases, smirking into the messy kiss as you groan lowly, knowing what she meant. "You want to be a good girl for Mommy, don't you?"

"Yes," you immediately whisper out, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, her hands threading through your hair, ruffling it as she guides you back for another heated kiss, teeth nipping your lower lip to have you whine desperately, the throb between your thighs incessant.

"Yes what?" she reprimands, breath fanning across your lips before they're covered by hers once more, the kiss hot and feverish, your hands moving to clutch at her sweater as your head starts to spin with desire and arousal.

"Yes, Mommy," you correct, her fingers in your hair tugging your head back, your lust-filled eyes gazing into hers, Wanda's smirk growing as you look at her as if she were the only thing in the world.

"That's better," she praises, her fingers moving to caress your cheek, thumb moving to drag your bottom lip down, watching as you part your lips for her, letting her slide the digit into your mouth. Wanda couldn't help but groan at the warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue swirled around her finger, sucking on it just like she wanted you to, arousal swiftly building between her legs at your ever so obedient form. "You're just Mommy's little toy, aren't you Detka?" she husks out, pushing her thumb a little further into your mouth, cursing lowly at the way your eyes flutter closed at her dominance.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper when she slides the digit out of your mouth, lips instantly pressing to yours once more, partly sucking on your lips and tongue to earn a sinful noise out of you.

"Mhmm my good girl," she rasps out, lips lingering open against yours, luring you into connecting them again, fingers pressing into her hip lightly. "Mommy wants to use this pretty little face of yours Detka, is that ok?" Your mouth parts to gasp softly at her words, mind completely clouded with arousal as it was hard to think of anything but her. All you could comprehend was how her fingers felt tugging on your hair, warm and wet mouth moving sensually against yours, body arching closer to yours and pressing into you perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle. You couldn't get enough of her. She was an addiction.

"Please use me Mommy," you whimper out, Wanda groaning at your needy tone, her hands pushing your body back gently before guiding you around the sofa and onto it, gently pushing on your shoulders to sit back against the cushions.

Your hands reached out to her body as she grew closer, another displeased noise leaving her at your actions, hands firm on your shoulders as she kept you pinned to the sofa.

"No touching Mommy yet," she warns, your body naturally obeying her words as you settle against the cushions, eyes trained on every movement of hers.

Teasingly, her hands travelled down her body, eventually finding the hem of her sweater and dragging it up her body at a torturous pace, the soft, creamy skin from earlier being exposed to you once again. Your eyes drank up every inch of skin that was slowly revealed to you, memorising every little detail of her beauty, body seemingly sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

Your fingers twitched in anticipation as her breasts were soon revealed to you, the sweater finally being pulled over her head, her teeth biting on her lower lip as she admired your desperate form, waiting eagerly to please her like the good girl you were.

"Mommy," you whispered in an affected tone, gaze reluctantly leaving her bare skin, mouth desperate to mark it, to the various shades of green overflowing with dominance, pleading with her silently to just let you do whatever she wanted.

"Yes, Detka?" she teases, hands moving down her body sensually, attracting your gaze as they travel past her round and perfect breasts, gradually descending until they reach the waistband of her jeans.

"Please," is all you can manage as her fingers deftly unfasted the denim, hands pushing them down and showing off her long, slender legs, a visible wet patch visible on her panties making you groan, yearning to feel her body against yours. You wanted your head to be between her thighs, kissing every single part of her body before eating her out like you were starved of her, desperate to please.

"Patience Detka," she husks out, hand moving to the back of the sofa, supporting her body as it towered over you, your eyes unsure of where to look, frantically gazing at all of her before settling on her eyes, head tilted to look up at her. "Take them off for me," her words laced with dominance as your hands instantly went to her waist, body moving to the edge of the seat, eyes fixated on her face as you waited for her to nod, hands then drifting lower.

Your fingers deftly slide under the waistband of the lace adorning her hips, lips tentatively pressing to the soft skin you could reach, eyes looking up at her and gauging her reaction. When she didn't tell you off for it, your lips peppered kisses across her lower abdomen, fingers pulling the soaked fabric down her legs, gaze drifting lower to her dripping core, your mouth practically watering as you just wanted her to use your face like she said, to come on your tongue and moan your name in that desperate manner than drives you insane.

"Good girl," she praises when you pull the item off her completely, her body completely bare for you to admire and appreciate, hands caressing the delicate curve of her hips, lips nipping the skin softly, her fingers threading through your hair. She tugs your head away from her enticing skin, fingers sliding out of your locks to your jaw, resting on the underside of it as she guides your head up, peering up at her submissively. "On your back for Mommy," she purrs, your body moving to lay on the sofa, giving her enough room to straddle your face.

Your body practically freezes when she crawls above your body like a predator playing with its prey, eyes raking over your form, noting how your chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, the excitement and desire taking over you.

Once again, her fingers thread through your hair, your mouth parting at the sight of her core hovering over your face, arousal glistening in the light as you just wait, and wait, and wait for her to sink down on you, to give you both what you desperately want.

"Remember to tap my thigh three times to stop," she reminds, your mind swiftly thinking it would be mad to ever want to stop, nodding in understanding as your arms wrap around the back of her thighs, her finally lowering her hips down onto you.

A moan leaves you both when your lips finally meet her dripping core, the taste of her making you lightheaded and addicted, craving more of her as your tongue swipes through her folds, pleasure flooding through her body. Her fingers tighten their grip on your hair, nails scratching your scalp to create a dull pain while her thighs close around your head instinctively, your hands somehow pulling her even closer to you, the feeling making your head spin.

Her hips soon started to roll against your mouth, coating your chin in her slick as your tongue lapped at her clit, alternating before sucking firmly and swirling your tongue around her, sinful sound spilling from her lips.

"Oh Detka," she sighed out breathlessly, grinding her hips harder against you, earning a broken moan from you, fingers pressing into her hips and guiding her movements. "Just like that, that's it," her words encourage you, tongue sliding into her and heat pooling between your thighs at the amount of arousal that coated your mouth, the taste of her heavenly as you nuzzle your face closer to her.

Her thighs press harder against the side of your head, your tongue thrusting into her as best as you could before you settle on flattening it for her, occasionally moving your lips to wrap around her clit, sucking on it softly, teasing her slightly as you wanted to spend as long as possible under her like this.

"Fuck, you're making Mommy feel so good, so fucking good," her words went straight to your core, a sinful noise being ripped out of you, muffled against her core, the vibrations making her hips buck wildly against you, mouth parting to moan your name.

She couldn't help but cast her eyes down, groaning at the sight of you lose yourself within her, eyes fluttered shut as you took pleasure in eating her out like you needed her to live, ecstasy filling her mind as you continued to let her rock her hips against you, entranced by how she moved along your tongue.

When her hips rolled harder, her grip on your hair increased, the sting thrilling as you processed how lost in the pleasure she was, the pain worth it as you were just so mesmerised by her, obsessed with every reaction to your touch.

You longed to forever remember every hitch of her breath, every subtle twitch of her muscles, every tensing of her fingers in your locks as she rutted against your face, pleasure building in the pit of her core, swiftly pushing her closer to her release. Her moans gradually became louder and louder with each frantic thrust, arousal dripping onto your tongue as she was about to come undone at your touch, her head lolling backwards and showing off her sharp, defined jawline, neck straining as pleasure coursed through her.

"Fuck, I'm coming," her mouth parting as a guttural noise is dragged out of her from the back of her throat, thighs tensing around your head and momentarily smothering you, hips grinding down frantically against your tongue, pleasure and euphoria crashing through her body, her cum seeping out of her and into your mouth, the taste divine and making you crave more.

Her hips continued to rock against you, desperately chasing the last waves of her high, your tongue slowing down as she pants above you, body occasionally twitching at the sheer amount of pleasure and adrenaline flowing through her.

Eventually, her thighs release your head, letting you gasp and pant for breath, eyes fluttering open to meet her blissed out expression, hips lifting off you as her fingers softly fix your hair, her lips pulling into a caring smile as you stare up at her, a shameless smile on your lips as her arousal coats your lower face, mouth parting to say something.

"Mommy, please...Please can I have one more?" your words make her curse lowly under her breath, the sight of you adding to the arousal that floods through her.

"You wanna make Mommy come again?" she asks, still a little breathless from her powerful release, your head nodding as your hands caress the back of her thighs, lips peppering kisses along her inner thighs. "Go on Detka, show Mommy how good you are for her," she husks out, letting you flip the two of you over so her back was now against the sofa, hair sprawling behind her.

You settled between her legs, knees resting on the soft carpet under you while your arms wrapped around the soft flesh of her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the sofa so you could easily kiss her wet sex. You nuzzled your face into her core once again, lips wrapping around her clit and dragging out wanton noises out of her, each ragged breath engraved in your mind as her fingers grip the sofa beneath her, losing herself in the pleasure your mouth brought her.

Your hand moved to her inner thigh, spreading her open for you as your tongue licked a broad stripe up her centre, teasing her entrance before settling on her clit, switching between sucking and swirling over her sensitive core.

"Detka," she groaned lowly, head lolling against the cushions, back arching slightly when you teased a finger at her entrance, gradually sliding in it effortlessly. "Keep going," she sighs out, your digit curling against her weak spots and earning a small whimper, the sound intoxicating.

"Mommy," you moan into her core, thrusting your finger into her at a steady pace, altering the pressure of your mouth depending on how her hips try and roll against your mouth, her walls clenching around you desperately as the combination of you mouth and fingers swiftly pushes her towards the edge once again.

"Don't stop Detka, fuck," she moans out lewdly, sliding another finger into her and curling them both against her sweet spot, a broken sound leaving her as pleasure starts to blur her vision.

A guttural groan is soon ripped from the back of her throat, neck straining and jawline on show as she throws her head back, body being thrown into her second release powerfully, hips desperately rocking against your face. Her ragged breaths and the wet sounds of your mouth against her take over the room, her legs trembling by the side of your head, tensing around you and briefly closing around your head, trapping you in place as she rides the last waves of her release, pleasure coursing through her when she eventually collapsed onto the sofa.

Your lips pepper soft kisses against her inner thighs as her attempts to recover, your fingers tracing random patterns against her skin as you wait for her to look back down at you, your eyes admiring her, in awe of her beauty as she lays beneath you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Soft pants spill from her lips as she moves her fingers to your hair, pulling you back up so you were hovering over her body, hand quickly wiping the remnants of her arousal off your lower face before kissing her softly, her arms wrapping around your body, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she whispers lovingly, fingers gliding up and down your back in a comforting manner, eyes fluttering shut as she relishes in the soft and intimate moment, exhaustion creeping up on her.

"Thank you Mommy," you whisper against her lips, melting against her body briefly as you knew you would need to clean up soon and wash your face, as well as grabbing her some comfortable clothes to wear.

You savour the moment with her as long as possible before deciding you had to get up, kissing her forehead in apology as she grumbled at the lack of touch, your face softening as she looked up at you from the sofa, blissed out.

You rushed around to grab a cloth to clean her with and quickly cleaned your face, hands rummaging through drawers to find her an oversized hoodie and some new panties, wasting no time in returning to the living room, a soft and loving smile engraved on your lips.

Wanda couldn't help but let warmth flood through her chest at your always caring personality, tender with her as she grew tired, watching you return with the items, eyes widening.

Your foot caught on the wire connecting the Christmas tree lights, pulling on it abruptly making the tree sway to one side, fear taking over you at the small jingle and rustle of the ornaments swinging on the branches, a sheepish smile on your lips as you met her amused gaze, the tree only staying upright with the influence of a red wisp of magic.

"Come here before you ruin my hard work," she teases, a soft laugh leaving you as you care for her, lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.

"I helped too," you mutter against her lips playfully, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you down into a cuddle, her hoodie impossibly soft as your head rests against her chest, a smile plastered onto your face. "It was a joint effort," you mumble, her fingers sliding under your jumper to trace random patterns against your skin in a comforting manner.

"Ok Detka," she hums out in a soft tone, "Stay here so you don't ruin our hard work," she corrects, your smile growing that little bit wider, body cuddling further against her.

"That's better," you whisper, arms snaking around her body, "I love you."

"I love you too, Detka," she murmurs, tone laced with tenderness and affection as her legs tangle with yours, locking you in a lovers embrace. 

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #eventual smut #wanda x you #mommy wanda #wanda fanfic #smut #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #kinkmas #12 days of kinkmas #12 days of ficmas #12 days of smutmas #mommy k!nk #bd/sm mommy #mommy k1nk #power bottom wanda

[is-nini]

Alhaitham x Bunny! Reader

Warning: dumbafication, degrade, filthy words, Alhaitham being mean, edging, breeding, manhandling, size kink. Trust me, pure filth. summary: you walk around Haitham’s house without panties on so Alhaitham decides to treat you like the slut you are ;)

Word count: 1794

Alhaitham and you are a combo people will never think about. He is an acting grand sage at some point and you are… well you. Just a cute little bunny enjoying her life. Even though it is unexpected, Alhaitham never really cares. He loves you and your carefree act. Sometimes the antics you do are dumb such as now, wearing no panties, letting your pussy out there while wearing your mini skirt but it's okay, Alhaitham is not afraid to put you in your place.

"Mhn-!" You squirm as Alhaitham holds you in your place. You sprawled out on your dear boyfriend's lap, ass up for his eyes to feast "Stop moving bunny" his big palm holds your hips still as you look up at him with a teary eye "Ha-haitham sorry, am sorry" you moan out as you feel your pussy slowly getting wet, feeling his stare on your pussy "you acted like a bad bunny, you will be treated as such".

his hand slowly strokes your ass, leaving a ghost trail along your ass as it slowly inches toward your pussy. He spreads your pussy lips for a while, toying with it. he pinch one of your pussy lips, pulling it making you let out a whine as your ass wiggled, trying to create some friction but a sudden pain stopped you. “I said no moving princess” Haitham growled out after spanking your ass. He repositioned you, pushing you face down to the bed. “So-sorry Haitham! Sorry!”. Alhaitham ignores your pleas and pulls up your ass as now your pussy is fully present in front of his face. “you keep saying sorry yet you still did the same mistake. Maybe I should punish you harder?” he ended his words with another hard slap to your ass, making you jerk upwards while emitting a squeal as you wiggle your ass on the air, trying to calm your red ass down “n-no Haitham! Please please” at this point your pussy is already wet, the pain and the stare is not helping your sopping pussy to stop.

“Please what princess? more?” Alhaitham smirked, looking at your face wet with tears as another slap hits your ass, making you cry out more. Alhaitham’s deep laugh of amusement makes you pout as his hand slowly went to the slit of your pussy. He looks at your throbbing pussy in amusement as he dips in and out his thumb on the wet slick of your cunt. “such a wet cunt and all for me? how cute” he lets his head goes closer to your pussy, blowing little wind making you shiver in anticipation. his breath slowly grazes your dripping cunt as he nudges a little of your pussy with his tongue. You immediately move your hips, trying to gain his tongue inside your pussy but as he would have it, he pulled away as soon as your pussy touches his skin making you cry out in frustration “Haitham! Haitham please pleasee please play with my pu-pussy” you moan out, whining and begging him to do anything just anything so that your pussy won’t feel empty. Haitham looks at you with a smirk on his face, he goes back down and slowly inserts his middle finger in, making a circular motion inside, scratching the walls of your cunt “Tell me, princess, do you want me to use my finger? or my tongue?” Alhaithama asked all the while his finger is still moving inside you “ha-ahn! c-cock please! Please” you beg, instead of him answering you, a hard slap fell onto your pussy, making you jolt and cry out a respond “ha-a!” a tsk fell out from Alhaitham’s lips as he scoffs at you “I didn’t offer you my cock you dumb bunny. it’s just my finger yet you’re already this dumb?” Alhaitham slaps your pussy one more time, making you jolt out as fat tears streams out. Alhaitham goes back down but this time his tongue latches on your pussy “ha-ngh! oh! yes! Please!” his tongue messily swipes across your sensitive bud, his mouth then latches and sucks on your bundle of nerves, making your leg shake and scream “oh! yes! ha-Haitham! so-so ghood ah ngh!” you legs are shaking as he keeps on attacking and sucking on your pussy, while his mouth is busy playing with your clit, his finger slowly make it’s way to your hole. he plunges two of his finger inside, fucking it in and out of you while his tongue busy abusing your nerves “Ha-Haitham oh! please Haitham! ngh! ah! Th-There! oh!” as you squeal and moan, you felt your stomach tighten and your pussy throbbing around Haitham’s finger, just as you were about to release, Haitham pulled everything away making you cry out in frustration “H-Haitham!” you scream out, face red and wet with tears, saliva dripping down to your chin, your little tail shaking in frustration as your climax was canceled. 

Alhaitham swipes the wetness that is left in his mouth as he stares at you with sharp eyes “What? You are not allowed to cum yet, that is your punishment bunny” You stare at him as your shakey leg falters once in a while, you were about to say something when Alhaitham flips your body with ease and pulls up your leg. he spreads your leg wide open, staring at your throbbing pussy. your wet slick messy pools around your thighs. Haitham pulls your hand up, holding it with only one of his hands. “you said you wanted my cock right?” Haitham pulled down his zipper, and your eye followed his hand, trailing down to see his cock spring out. the sight makes your mouth water as you feel your pussy start to throb more around nothing and your tail twitching in anticipation, Alhaitham notices this and strokes your pussy lips softly before slapping it again hard, making you jump and squeal in surprise “eeek! Haithamnnnh!” you whine out, Alhaitham’s deep chuckled echoed throughout the room as he slowly slaps his cock on your clit, making you jump every time they make contact “yes my little bunny? enjoying the view?” he teases. Alhaitham lets your hand go. he places his big hand on both sides of your hips. He pulls your hips up with ease as he slowly puts his dick in. 

“B-bunny.. s-so tight.. relax bunny it’s okay” You cannot handle his dick slowly moving in. You scream in ecstasy as your pussy engulf Alhaitham’s big cock “Haitham! too big! Too big! Oh! ha-angh! Haithammnn!” your hand reaches out to touch his abs, trying to make space to make him slow the insertion down. “ngh.. oh bunny you feel so good around me.. so tight and warm” Haitham closes his eyes for a while, trying to comprehend the way you feel around him, once he opens his eyes, a bulge is visible on your stomach where his dick imprint is visible, he lets out a breathy laugh as he slowly started to move in and out all the while still holding up your hips above the bed “look at that bunny..” he whispered as he moves your hips around his cock as if your hips is his plaything “Ngh! Haitham! oh! th-there! oh!” you throw your head back as he started to pull in and out. your mouth hangs open as your eyes rolled backward “Haitham sho ghood! sho ghoood! oh!” you moan out, He pulls out his cock almost completely before slamming back in full force, making your breast bounces according to his thrust. “look at you, ngh.. bunny.. so cute and so dumb out of your mind”

Alhaitham smirked in victory looking at your fucked out state. His thrust is consistent, making sure he almost pulls out completely before slamming back in with fierce. your mind turns blank as your saliva drips down from your chin to the bed. your mind is only filled with “haitham’s” and “cock” as you blabber out “Haitham s’good! so ghood! ah! Haitham! Haitham!” as his thrust goes faster and faster, you feel his cock getting just a bit bigger inside you. Your toes curl up as you stretch your chest upwards, with no shame in letting your breast bounce according to his tempo. The familiar tightness around your stomach became much clearer. your pussy throbbing and clenching around his cock deliciously, letting Alhaitham know you are close “You’re close bunny? hmm? you’re close?” Alhaitham teases you, right before you climax Alhaitham pulls out completely once again, making you scream. “Haitham! please, please! please let me cum!” you begged, full-on crying and sniffling as your hand tries to grab his cock. your poor state makes Alhaitham’s heart church but you have to learn your lesson “Do you want to cum bunny? are you sure? beg some more, say you’re sorry” You swallow your saliva and hiccups trying to make the most coherent words as best as you can “H-Haitham! am sorry! am Sorry! please please let me cum! please haitham ple-ahnp!” your last please is finally heard as Alhaitham thrust his cock back in, tempo faster than ever. Haitham immediately spurts out his cum after the third thrust, shooting his cum deep inside you all the while still holding your hips up, your legs are shaking as his cum triggered your climax too. Your pussy throb and squirt out a string of water as your whole body shakes “Oh! cumming cumming Haitham! ngh!” you squeal out. 

Alhaitham's chest heaves up and down as he pants. he feels his cum slowly seep out from your pussy, and he looks down to see his chest and cock wet after being splashed by your squirt. Haitham slowly puts your shaking hips down as he calms himself from his own high. “You did a great job bunny, so proud of my cute bunny” he whispered after laying down beside you. He slowly pulls your legs back together, stroking your hips to calm you down before pulling you in a hug. your shaking body and fucked out brains barely comprehend how your stomach is a little bit bulge out because of his cum deep inside of you. “Thank you bunny, shhh it's okay” Alhaitham whispers as your body shakes once in a while. Alhaitham laughs and drapes a blanket over you. “take a rest bunny, I’ll take care of the rest” Alhaitham kisses your forehead and strokes your hair gently, with love “Good job at taking your punishment bunny..” is what you heard one last time before you fell into dreamland.

#genshin x reader #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #al haitam x reader #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #genshin alhaitham #al haitham #bd/sm bunny #size k!nk #genshin impact smut #tw: dumbification

[fuckmeyer]

if smeyer wasn't a coward vamp!Bella would have immediately eaten her daughter Rensesmem whole-hog like Saturn Devouring His Son

#twilight #twilight renaissance #bella swan #the twilight saga #breaking dawn #smeyer wanted to model all her books off of classic literature: romeo & juliet - wuthering heights - pride & prejudice #AMATEUR HOUR #HEY SMEYER I GOT A FUCKIN STORY TO MODEL YOUR TWILIGHT FANFICTION AFTER #BREAKING DAWN BOOK ONE: Bella fucks Edward for his power & breaks his stone dick in the process - & lo! Ravioli is born in the carnage! #Bella becomes a vamp. she takes over the Cullen coven AND the Volturi bc honestly fuck everyone here only Bella is Cool and Right #oh and vamp hybrids are now legal so vamps start gettin it on. hybrids everywhere. humans who? welcome to the Golden Age baybeeee #BD BOOK 2: Alice comes to Queen Bella with a vision: 'lmao bestie the prophecy says ur getting ur shit smacked' #oh_fuck.avi #Bella begins DEVOURING ALL THE CULLENS INCLUDING RAVIOLI so they can't fulfill the prophecy #vampire fluid contains 11 secret herbs & spices so it's lip-smackin finger-lickin good #omg but ONE vampire was hidden away........ gasp #surprise bitch! it's Ravioli! #turns out Bella mistook Ravioli for LITERAL Ravioli (Chef Boyardee Beefaroni to be exact) #Raviolo comes back and makes Bella throw up! bleh! the Cullens (& Beefaroni) are freed! #together with Benjamin Ravioli now rules over the Cullens and the vamp world #Bella is imprisoned #FUCK Bella #FUCK this story #still a better one than BD tho #the end