#first smut

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

dress - m. murdock

a/n: i am not proud of this in the way that i will not be claiming it when i am judged by god. warnings: SMUT like real sex!!! dom!matt, p in v smut, matt has a thing for talking in bed, MATT BEING A TEASE!!! many nicknames, pining, praise with slight degradation, fluff here and there, tipsy reader and matt, i'm sure i'm missing one or two word count: 3.3k summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: dress - taylor swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Foggy is so mad at him.

You’re a good employee, a great employee even! You’re dedicated to your job, and you bake in your free time, so you bring in all sorts of treats—Homemade bagels, donuts, cookies—His favorite are your cinnamon chai sugar cookies you make.

You’re intelligent, well-spoken, and good at explaining the issues that you run into. And you’re funny, Foggy would argue, you have incredible timing and wit. You always buy a round at Josies. You are an amazing employee and friend, and Foggy adores you.

So why, pray tell, must Matt feel the need to have you?

He won’t say it out loud, not to Karen, not to Maggie, not to Foggy, and certainly not you. But he’s entranced by you. He loves the sound of your voice as you explain things, he loves that your heart always skips a beat whenever you’re about to deliver a one liner that will crack everyone else up, he loves that when you bake, you always make things all naturally out of desire to make the best dessert you possibly can. But most of all?

He loves that your heart rate picks up whenever he enters the room.

You, on the other hand, are pretty much fascinated by Matt Murdock. You love the sound of his laughter, you love his hands, you love his charm, you love that you can see a chain around his neck when the day dwindles and he loosens his tie, and Jesus H Christ, you love that baritone.

So, it’s safe to say you’ve both been smitten since the first day you met each other.

Yet, you spend ten months cruelly dancing around your attraction for each other.

He’s hesitant to want you in any context, he’s your boss, he’s fucking Daredevil!

By then you know—Mostly accidentally on purpose. All his usual people are out of town or busy, so when he gets stabbed, he has nowhere else to go. He winds up climbing into your window, scaring the ever-living shit out of you. It’s not how he wanted to tell you about his alter ego, but he knows he can trust you.

And you hate the site of blood and gore, so you struggle to patch him up that night. And it makes your heart ache, all the ways he hurts from his nighttime hobby. And he decides right then and there that he can’t have you, not now. Not knowing how much you would—and really, will—worry about him.

So, he buries his want in other people that have no real meaning to him. He even goes on a second date with some of them. One of them even comes to visit him in the office to have lunch.

It makes you jealous to the point where you need to take a walk to dwindle your desire to go back into the office and beg on your hands and knees for her to leave so you can have him. What happens instead is that you go get a pumpkin chai latte and take it back to the office, sitting and keeping to yourself, even when the girl comes out of his office giggling as he stands in the doorway as she leaves.

He smells the pumpkin from his office, and it drives him wild. Just from how quietly you dwell in your jealousy, as you mask it with your favorite fall flavors.

He breaks up with the girl the next day.

• • •

And a week later, he gets his official invitation to Marci and Foggy’s wedding—A big to do, full of family, friends and coworkers that make it a real party. Matt will be Foggy’s best man. You and Karen aren’t in the wedding party, as you were good friends with both the bride and groom, but Karen wanted to make sure at least one of them was focused on the firm, and you hated to be the center of attention. So, you shared your love from a few aisles back.

You had gone shopping with Marci for your dress, Karen too. You enjoyed spending time with them—While you had made friends with them easily, prior friends had never really come easy to you.

It was nice to be wanted.

But they had insisted on you trying to find different dresses that made you look amazing. And for the most part, the dresses made you sort of uncomfortable. They revealed too much or revealed too little.

And then you came across this red satin dress. It hugs your curves in all the right way, and it makes you look good. It makes you feel good. You have these perfect black heels to wear with them, and then Karen says it.

“You know, Matt kind of has a thing about textures. He loves silk and satin.” Your face burns. Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he? He can hear people's heartbeats, tell when they’re lying, why wouldn’t he be keen on nice textures?

“Karen Page, are you insisting I should by this dress to impress a man?” You laugh just to escape your nerves.

“No! But it can’t hurt! It’s not like he’s bringing a date—” She turns to Marci. “He’s not bringing a date, right?” she asks quickly. It makes her laugh.

“No, Murdock RVSP’ed for one.”  You look at yourself in the mirror again, thinking it over. And over. And over. Then you turn to your friends again, and nod.

“Alright. Alright, I’ll get it.” You grin, “And y’know.. Karen’s right, It can’t make the situation any worse.”

“You know what you need now? Good lingerie for after—” Your face is red again at your friend’s comment.

“Shut up, Marci!” You whine, heading back to the dressing room to get changed.

• • •

Matt is sitting with Foggy and his brothers, enjoying a glass of scotch before the ceremony when someone knocks on the door.

And somehow, he’s not shocked to hear your nervous heartbeat when the door opens.

“Hey Fog, Karen said you had scissors—Can I borrow ‘em quick? There’s a tag on this dress I forgot to take off and it’s impossible to reach—”

“Yes, Absolutely, and you know who would be great at helping you? Matt. An incredible knack for… Cutting things.” It’s a poor attempt to get the two of you alone, yet Foggy hands you the scissors and pushes you and Matt outside the room.

“My rooms only two doors down.” He explains, taking your hand in his and leading you there.

After finding out about his super senses, it became clear that he was more than capable of finding his way through places he’s stayed, and that he’s privy to a lot more information than people would give him credit for.

So here you are. In Matt Murdock’s hotel room. A tag itching at your back, with you unable to grab it.

“I’m just gonna—” He awkwardly reaches to the top of your dress, and you just move the hair from your neck and try to ease his anxiety.

“Just go for it, Matt. I don’t care, it’s just annoying.” You promise. And he does.

He folds the top of your dress the best he can and its only enough for the scissors to almost grab the tag without him sticking his hand down your dress. He hesitates for a second before exhaling deeply.

Then, he leans down towards your back, and scrunches the material enough so that he can reach the tag and bites the tag off.

You can feel his other hand on your hip. His hot breath on your back. He hears your heart jump as your breath becomes shaky. He wonders how bad it would be for him to skip the wedding and take you right here, in this room.

He plucks the tag from his teeth and smooths out your dress, as you let go of your hair. He feels this raw need for you.

And you feel it too. Yet he pulls away, taking a step back from you.

“We should get to the ceremony.” he said, trying to catch his breath. He yearns for you, in a way that anyone else would laugh at. It’s the type of yearning you read about in Jane Austen novels. That is the level that Matt longs to touch you. It’s desperation.

“Yeah...” You say softly, trying to recover from what just happened. You drop him back off at Foggy’s suite and head back to the hall, hoping to find Karen and put the moment behind you. And that’s just what happens. You watch the ceremony, and it’s gorgeous. You’re thrilled for Marci and Foggy, and it elates you that they put together such a beautiful ceremony.

And yet, you can’t take your eyes off Matt and how good he looks. He stands tall, and he really does look good. It makes it kind of hard to focus. It makes it really hard to focus. And you think about this all the way through their first dance song, through dinner, through cake and through all the cheesy wedding traditions Foggy insisted on.

You have a few drinks but eventually it all becomes too much, and you take a minute outside of the hall and into the cold air. And you’re thinking about Matt.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

Speak of the devil.

You turn back to him and smile.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, and he hums. It’s the alcohol in both of your systems, it’s why neither of you run when you say it.

“Same goes for you, sweetheart.” He takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders. You note the silky texture of the inside of the jacket. It pushes you further.

“Why do we insist on playing this game? Why do we watch each other go after people who we don’t want when all we want is each other?”

He takes a moment to answer. Because in truth, he’s sure he could tell you why, he could discuss all of the horrible things that have happened to him, and you could share the same sort of stories about your own life. You could sit there and dissect past traumas for hours.

But that’s not really what you’re asking.

“I don’t know...” He says softly. His hands find themselves on your hips, and he rubs small circles into the fabric. “Satin?” You hum, melting at his touch. “Words, pretty girl. You know I like hearing your voice.”

“Satin.” You confirm, your breath catching.

“There she is...” He hums, and leans in. You feel his breath against your lip, and you take it upon yourself to close the gap between the two of you.

It’s soft, full of this hesitation because despite all the flirting, you’re still unsure of yourself. He quickly eases these fears as his hands move and you find his arms wrapped around your torso. He deepens the kiss, and you both lean into it. It becomes more desperate after that.

Your hands find their way to his hair, and you fiddle with the ends, unwilling to break the kiss, even if it means air. He breaks the kiss for a second, only to come back to your lips with more passion, biting your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into your mouth, taking the more aggressive approach.

And you can’t take it anymore. You need him. You pull away from him, pant softly before kissing his jaw gently.

“Take me to your room.” You request. He obliges.

You find yourself taking off your heels as soon as you get in, your feet aching as you walk further into the room. The context is much different than it was this afternoon—And it makes you nervous.

Matt comes up from behind you and places his hands on your arms, rubbing them gently, before kissing your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle with you...” He says softly. You hum before he continues, “Or do you... want me to be rough with you?” he asks teasingly, landing a quick bite onto your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise and turn to him.

“You’re a tease, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” He begins to loosen his tie, eventually forcing it off and then starting to unbutton his shirt. You begin to help him with this task, eventually getting it all the way unbuttoned. Then you gently push him back against the bed and he laughs, falling onto it.

He thinks it’s cute. Until you sit above him, your dress hiking a bit. You lean down to kiss him as his hands find their way to the back of your thighs, and begin to move up and down, just being the tease, he is.

You whine into the kiss, and it just makes him chuckle further, before flipping the pair of you over, then planting a kiss on your neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Needy from just a few kisses?” He slips off his shirt as he continues to kiss you. One hand remains on your thigh, travelling up your thigh, eventually finding your panties.

“Mhm...” You hum, your hands wrapping around his neck again to play with his hair.

“Talk to me, sweet girl...” he says softly before he continues his assault on your neck.

“Matt…” You hum. “You know, I only—” Then his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing gentle circles, just teasing you with his fingers. It turns him from tease to cruel. You let out a moan, and he only tuts in disappointment.

“Keep talking or you won’t get anything from me.” He tells you, before continuing to tease you. His fingers begin to work on your folds. You try your best to focus. He takes off your panties and throws them on the ground somewhere.

“Only bought this dress for you... Thought you might like it...” You gasp again as he slips a finger into you, “Fuck—Thought it would make you do something about it.” In fairness, it got the reaction you had only hoped for in your wildest dreams. It makes him chuckle against your skin.

“Only got this pretty little dress for me to touch you like this?” He adds another finger and starts to move. When you don’t answer, too busy getting lost in his fingers, he bites your shoulder again. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! God, yes…” You respond. He hums in approval, continuing to curl his fingers inside of you. It only takes a few minutes before you can feel yourself near the edge of an orgasm. “Matt… Baby, please...”

“C’mon, sweet girl... I’ve got you, let go...” And it’s enough to make you, cumming all over his fingers. He lets you ride out your high, out of breath. He kisses your neck again before bringing his fingers up to his lips, tasting your juices. “Sweet girl, still.” He smirks. Your heart skips a beat. He chuckles. Then he continues, “Did so good for me, sweetheart... Wanna keep going?” He asks.

“Yes, please... Wanna feel you inside me...” you confess.

“You want me to fill you up and stretch you out, pretty girl?” You should know better by now, but you just hum in response, gaining another bite to your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Yes... I want you so badly, Matt, please... I’ve been dreaming about it for months now,” You confess, “Need you...”  He seems satisfied by this, and moves back, helping you sit up.

“Well then, we’ll need to get this pretty dress off you.” He says, his fingers working to take off his belt. Your fingers run over his chest. It’s all he can do not to rip the dress off, but he knows how much it means to you and how much it could’ve cost. So, instead, he slips the dress off you and feels you shiver against him. Still so nervous. He tosses the dress in the general direction of his suitcase, so it doesn’t sit on the floor. He leans in and starts pressing kisses to your chest, his hands reaching up to your bra and unclasping it. He throws it with much less care than the dress.

He keeps kissing down your torso as he lays you back on the bed, your hands going again to his hair.

“How come it’s fair that I’m fully naked, and you still have pants on?” You ask. It makes him laugh, and he stands straight again.

“Fair enough,” he says, taking them off. And then goes his boxers. Before you can stare at him, he’s on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You can feel his cock resting against your fold and it makes you moan into the kiss. He pulls away for just a second before asking, “Is this, okay? You’ll stop me if it’s too much?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You respond. He smiles at your words.

“Perfect. Perfect, pretty girl...” He hums as he begins to kiss your shoulders and the top of your chest, before slipping inside of you. You let out a moan, and he groans as well, taking a few minutes to take all of you in. It feels amazing. He begins to move inside of you as he brings you in for another kiss. When he pulls away, he’s talking, “Been thinking about this for... Fuck, so long...” He groans. “Been dreaming of this perfect pussy and how good it would feel around me…” He says, and it elicits a shaky moan from you.

“Faster, please...” You request, and he obliges, picking up the pace. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. You never imagined he’d be so controlling about the whole thing. It works you up almost as much as how vocal he is.

He leaves bites and marks down your chest as he pulls you closer to him, knowing he won’t last much longer. He feels you tighten around him and makes another demand, “Tell me how badly you want to cum, and I’ll let you.” He says this before planting a rather contrasting soft kiss to your ear.

“Please... Please, Matt, Fuck... I need to cum all over your cock... Wanna feel so good, baby...” You moan, your fingers pulling on his hair. It excites you when he moans. “And I want you to cum inside me... Fill me up, Baby, please...” You beg. He’s happy with it for now, but he knows he’ll want to hear more another time.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me…” He pants, and it’s all you need before you let yourself come undone around his cock. He continues thrusting for a few minutes, letting you ride out your high, before cumming himself, and you moan at the feeling. He lays against you for a few minutes, trying to recover, and it’s then that you notice he’s shaking.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He looks at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. He laughs at your question.

“I’m great... You’re just... amazing...” he says honestly, kissing your shoulder one more time. “Perfect, pretty girl...” He praises. “My perfect girl...” It makes you shudder. He stays like this for a moment more before kissing you softly. Then, he sits up and goes to get a towel to clean the both of you up. And then, he’s back in bed with you. He pulls you close as you both recover from what just happened.

“I wasn’t lying,” You start, “I’ve been thinking about you for months. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long...” You confess. He kisses your head and pulls you closer.

“Me too... I was too much of an idiot to tell you though. Almost let you get away.”

“You got me.” You affirm. He hums and begins to rub all too familiar circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“And now I just want you more.”

The feeling is mutual.

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[crowlingpuppeteer]

Bunny

Pairing: Douma x f!reader

Summary: Douma kept you after killing everyone in your village and now he’s in love and attached and wants to keep you forever.

Warning: NSFW. biting. Dirty talk. Fingering.Mating. Vaginal sex. Begging. Fluffy smut. Eating out.

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“Stop! That tickles!”

You giggle as douma comes up behind you and starts to tickle your sides. “Oh,it tickles?” Douma purred back almost laughing with you.

“Get off!” You scream as he tickles you. You start to tear up a little from laughing when douma wraps his arms around you from behind no longer tickling you.

“Did you miss me that much?” You ask softly and douma smiles a little and buries his face into your neck.

“Mhm” douma nodded his hand trailing down your stomach to the waistband of your shorts.

“Douma not here.” You whisper to him your breath hitching in your throat.

“Why not bunny?” Douma ask and slips his hand into your shorts.

“S-somebody might hear us..” you reply and douma chuckles.

“Why are you worried about that now? You didn’t seem to worried last time I fucked your body into the counter so hard to the point that the counter was breaking.” His words make your knees buckle and a blush creeps up on your cheeks.

Douma chuckles and slides down your shorts revealing your wet mess that’s dripping down your thighs and your red laced panties. “I see. You’re already soaked for me?” Douma purrs standing behind you with one hand close to your crotch.

“D-douma please” you whine and my knees buckle my hand going to his and holding it in place pushing down trying to get him to go lower but douma doesn’t move.

“Please what? Bunny?” He asked in a soft tone his hand pushing yours off and he feels himself getting harder by the sound of your whining.

“Please fuck me douma..please baby” you begged it only making douma harder. Douma pushes you onto the couch and gets ontop of you with a smirk.

Douma pulls down your red lance panties showing him your pretty cunt. “God, you’re gorgeous” Douma praises you his hands spreading your legs and his cock getting harder in his pants.

“Please douma! Please fuck me! I need you!” You whine out shifting your legs trying to bring his hand closer to your pretty pussy.

Douma bites your thigh causing you to moan a bit. “My my so impatient” he purrs as he uses his index and middle finger to spread your folds and he locks his mouth to your clit sucking on it.

Your hips buck up and you moan one of your hands going to his hair trying to pull him closer. “F-fuck! Douma! A-ah~!” You moan out and doumas hands grip your hips to keep you in place as his tongue makes soft wet circles around your puffy numb clit.

Douma moans the vibrations of his moans going to your clit causing you to moan louder and douma slips his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole causing you to arch your back. “You have such a pretty pussy dear” he purrs as he sucks and licks your clit.

“Douma! It feels so fucking good!” You scream out as doumas fingers thrust in and out of your tight wet hole. Douma chuckle and his other hand grabs your breast and his thumb circles your nipple causing it to harden.

Douma grinds against the couch trying to please himself as his cock hardens at the sound of your moans. “F-fuck!” You moan out and douma purrs sending vibrations into your clit.

Douma thrust his fingers faster hitting your g-spot and your back arches and your grip tightens around his hair causing douma to grunt and grind his hips into the couch more. “Douma! Douma! ‘M gonna cum! ‘M gonna cum!” You moan out your face red and you breathing heavily as you feel an orgasm build.

“Come on baby cum all over my face” douma purrs and removes his fingers replacing them with his tongue. His tongue now in your tight hole and his nose on your clit.

“C-cumming!” You scream out and grip his hair pulling his face closer as you orgasm all over his face. “Such a good bunny” douma speaks and licks up the mess before he brings himself back up to the surface.

You pant and let out a whine as you see douma pull out his hard thick cock rubbing it against your slit. “Douma..more..I want more” you whine out.

“More? Alright bunny I’ll show you more” he speaks in a low tone before he presses the thick head of his cock onto your entrance causing you to moan and grip the couch cushion.

Douma shoves his fat hard cock into your tight hole and groans one hand playing with your breast rolling your nipple in between his fingers and the other rubbing your clit.

“You’re so fucking tight!” Douma whines out as he thrust his thick and hard cock in and out of your tight hole stretching you out.

“Douma! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” You moan out your back arching as douma roughly rubbing your puffy clit his cock pounding in and out of you making a wet smack.

“Fuck bunny!” He groans out and thrust faster his balls hitting your ass. The room fills with yours and his moans and the sound of his balls hitting your ass.

Douma grabs your legs and spreads them more pounding into you grunting with every thrust and he bites your calf and grips your thighs.

“Douma! Douma!” You scream out tearing up from him hitting your cervix. “My,My you’re quite vocal today aren’t you bunny? You pussy feels so fucking good on my cock” he purrs and grunts thrusting harder into you your gummy walls rubbing against his cock is addictive.

“Look at my pretty bunny taking all of me” he purrs and groans out thrusting harder hitting your cervix causing you to moan out. “You’re such a good girl!” He whines out and feels himself about to cum he knows yours on birth control but that doesn’t stop him from imagining you having his baby.

“Fuck baby! ‘M gonna cum!” He whines and bites your calf again and you scream out as you orgasm for a second time and Douma releases himself into your pussy before he pulls out and let’s go of your legs and leans down placing a soft kiss on your forehead both of you panting and sweaty. “I love you bunny” douma speaks softly and you cup his cheek bringing him closer to you and pressing your forehead against his.

“I love you too douma”

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Hey everyone! This is my first smut so I’m sorry if it kinda sucks😭 I’ve been wanting to do this for a little while now! So I finally gave in and did it! I hope you enjoyed

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[lovingchrissposts]

Such a good girl.

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, (don’t do mfs) assume ur on the pill, eating out, sex, after csre, swearing, pet names.

A/n i did this in like 20 minutes so don’t judge me and it’s like rlly bad but u guys loved the dad Chris fic so this is dad Matt but the kid isn’t in the picture!!

Dad Matt x fem reader.

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Me and Matt were laying in bed as our daughter Layla was asleep across the hall in her crib.

We were watching some stupid movie and it was around 11:37 pm on a Saturday. We both had nothing to Do so we were just staying up late together.

Matt was spooning me from behind with his hand on my hips rubbing slowly and gently.

This was a pretty usual kind of night for us but something felt different. I don’t know if it was the quietness or something but it felt good.

Every few minutes Matt would give me a kiss on the side or back of my head snd neck and smile at me.

I turned over after a few minutes so I was facing Matt. “Hey,” he whispered and smirked down at me, giving me butterflies all through out my body.

“Hi.” I whisper gently. He chuckles, sensing my nervousness and kisses me slowly.

Our lips press together perfectly and feel amazing against each other. His hand still on my hip moves down a little bit closer to my ass.

Matt gently pulls me closer making me gasp gently “oh-“ I whisper and put my hands on his shoulders.

Matt chuckles and kisses the side of my face before moving back to my lips.

we kiss slowly and after a few minutes he grabs both sides of my waist and pulls me onto his lap straddling his waist.

I sit comfortably against him and his hands hold onto my waist tightly. He gently bites down on my bottom lip making me open my mouth in which he slides his tongue inside.

As he does this he flips us over slowly so I’m beneath him and his knees are on either side of my waist and his hands are running up and down my body.

He pulls back and little. “You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers in my ear.

“You’re so handsome.” I whisper back not knowing what to say. He chuckles and dips his head into my neck kissing and nipping at it.

I put my hands on his shoulders and moan gently. “Oh god.” I whisper. “Don’t stop.” I mumble and moan quietly.

His hands rub up and down my hips and chest. I feel the little nips at my neck as he reaches up his hand going up my stomach and softly grabbing my breast and squeezing and running it through his fingers.

I pull back and lean my head back letting out a small moan.

“oh baby, so worked up already hm?” Matt coos and caresses my hips and cheek. I nod gently and look up at him.

His hand slowly snakes down to the waist band of my silk pajama shorts and pushes his fingers inside.

I gasp softly feeling his cool fingers against my warm skin. “Is this okay?” He whispers and kisses my cheek lightly.

“Ye-yeah.” I choke on my words slightly as I feel him start to pull my shorts and panties down. I lift my hips up to easier pull them off.

“Such a good girl..” Matt mumbles and slowly pulls them down. Matt’s breath hitches as he looks down.

“So fucking pretty for me.” he whispers under his breath and slowly spreads my legs before sliding a finger through my folds, collecting my wetness.

“Oh Matt..” I moan gently and he licks his finger. “So wet for me already.” He chuckles and looks down at my pussy. “God you’re perfect.” He whispers before moving his head between my legs.

I close my eyes and open my legs a bit more. “So responsive..” he mutters and I gently moan. “Please Matt.” I whisper and he mocks me. “Please, please Matt I need you sooo~ bad.” He mocks me before softly spitting on my clit making me gasp and squirm a little.

“You ready baby?” He asks looking up at me and I nod aggressively. “F-fuck yes.” I whisper and he softly leaves an open mouth kiss on my clit.

“Gotta keep those legs open for me hm?” He coos and rubs my inner thighs softly pushing down on them to keep them down as his lips attack my soft cunt.

I feel his textured tongue rub all around my soaked pussy. “Oh shit.” I moan out my hands going to his hair and pull at the soft and curly strands attached to his head.

He groans against my clit sending vibrations throughout my whole pussy, as his tongue dips deep inside me. “Ma-Matt. Matt. Matt!” I moan loudly.

He looks up at me before looking down and digging his noise into my clit as he eats me out aggressively.

“Fu-Matt! Fuck fuck-“ I moan loudly and I feel myself getting closer. Matt’s hand forms into his ring and middle finger together before shoving them inside me replacing his tongue with his digits.

“Ma-Matt- i-im so close!” I yell out my legs starting to shake. Matt’s determined to make me finish so he attacks my sensitive clit harder making me release all over his pink lips.

“Ohhhh fuck…!” I yell as I release all over him and he lets my mixed juices drip out of me.

“Such a good girl, yeah?” He whispers leaning up and kissing my lips gently. you taste amazing..” he whispers licking his lips.

I let out a small whine needing more. I reach down and pull off my silk tank top and throwing it into the corner of the room by the shorts.

His hands replace my bra by grabbing and squeezing my breasts before attaching his lips to one of them.

“Matt..” I whisper and put my hand in his hair softly pulling again. “you ready for me baby?” He asks softly pressing a kiss to my chest and in The Valley of my breast.

I nod. “Yes please.” I whisper and he starts to pull down his boxers.

“Gonna make you feel so good..” he mutters in a seductive tone and he positions himself between my legs.

I take in a deep breath and he slowly pushes into me making me moan.* “oh fuck.. feel-feels so good.” I stutter out.

Matt groans in my ear as he bottoms out and stills inside me leaning down to kiss and suck on my breasts gently.

“Matt please I-I need you to move.” I blurt out and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Needy hm?” He chuckles and slowly starts to move inside me almost going to the tip back to his base.

“Oh shit.” I moan and close my eyes.

“Mh, look at me baby or I’m gonna stop.” Matt states and slows his pace as I open my eyes looking at him.

“That’s a good girl.” He speeds up and lets out a small groan. He grabs my hands interlocking them with his and pinning them above my head as he thrusts quickly in and out of me.

“I-I can’t-“ I moan as I already start to feel the build up in my stomach. “Close already?” He teases me and looks down at my stomach seeing a bulge when I thrust in.

“Fuck that’s hot.” He whispers and lets go of one of my hands to press on the bulge making me shatter beneath him unexpectedly.

“Oh fuck-“ Matt mumbles as he finishes inside me and groans deeply.

“Fu-FUCK!-“ I yell out in a shaky voice as we both finish. He collapses on top of me. “Jesus fuck.” He mutters into my chest catching his breath.

I laugh gently “that-that felt amazing.” I admit and start to slowly sit up. Matt groans and pulls out of me with a squelching noise.

“Alright cmon let’s go get you cleaned up.” He says and stands up from the bed reading out to grab my hand and I oblige, grabbing his hand gently and we walk towards our master bathroom doors slowly.

We make it to the bathroom and Matt sets me down on the toilet while he walks over and turns on the shower to a warm temperature.

I stand up and walk over to Matt who has my robe, a few towels, and the glass shiwer door open.

“After you m’lady.” Matt chuckles and drops the towels on the ground by the door. I giggle gently and step into the warm shower.

As he steps in the shower I turn my head go look at his now wet hair and his horse chain. “Still wearing rhst from high school?” I ask maling his fsve turn red and he chuckles.

“Well I got it the same year I met you so, it’s my little good luck charm I guess.” He whispers and kisses my head.

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We finish showering and he helps me dry off and get my pink Victoria’s Secret robe on. He ties it in front of my stomach and he grabs my slippers.

Matt pulls on a shirt and a pair of boxers. “Wait here.” Matt says smiling and he changes the blankets and bed sheets of our bed.

A few minutes later he comes back and grabs mg hand bringing me back to bed. I kick off my slippers and crawl into bed.

Matt smiles and crawls in the bed next to me and pulls me against him. “I love you y/n.” He whispers in my ears and kisses my cheek.

We both fall asleep together snuggled up and comfortable as we recover from tonight’s ’activities’

Tiny tag list!: @b2cute @st7rnioioss @luverboychris @i-tothe-d-tothe-k

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[sturniearth]

Toxic Bus Ride - Chris Sturniolo 🦌

Summary: You were on the bus coming home from school and of course the one person you hate the most is forced to sit next to you because there were no more seats available. Warnings: SMUT!! smut, 18+, fingering, moaning, foul language, orgasm, squirting.

♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡ Finally, school was over, it felt like fucking days being bored by my stupid science teacher. I hate school, it's probably the worst possible thing in my life besides, Chris Sturniolo, fuck him. I got on the back and quickly scurried to the back, hoping to get the one-seater. Nope. Matt Sturniolo, Chris's brother, took it before I could. He smirked and gave her a pouty face, "Better luck next time, sweetheart." he chuckles before slowly turning is focus to his phone.

I rolled my eyes before giving him the finger and sitting down in the seat next to the one-seater. I let out a sigh of relief as now I was sitting alone, for once without some gross 9th grader looking over my shoulder at what I am doing. Just as I was about to pull out my phone, I felt the seat move a little at the other end. I perked up and looked over at the figure before quickly realizing, it was Chris... I gave him a cold glare before speaking up, "No." I simply said with no hesitation. "Sucks to be you, I have to sit here." He said only a few seconds after me.

I roll my eyes and turn my focus to my phone, trying to avoid him.

♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀ 30 MINUTES LATER ♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀ I was listening to music while gazing out the window. Meanwhile, Chris was talking with Matt until Matt got a text saying that his friend, Nate wanted to sit with him. I glanced over at the two boys for a few seconds watching Matt get up when the bus stopped moving and walking to the front so he could sit with Nate. It was just me and Chris now... I turned both my head and focus back to the window as I resumed listening to my music. Chris on the other hand, had different plans for me. He moved his hand to my thigh, I quickly looked at him with a shocked and confused look, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Christopher?!" I say with attitude as I push his hand off my thigh. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. "Oh, come on, can't we have a little fun. I mean, no one's back here." he smirks as he moves his hand back to her thigh but a little closer to her inner thighs. Yet again, I move his hand back to his lap, "Chris, no. We are on a bus, one, and two, I don't fucking like you. You're a dick, I'm surprised you have fucking friends, and you get girls." I say back defensively as I give him a light disgusted look, "Now, fuck off and leave me alone." Chris looked quite surprised at her defensive attitude, but of course he doesn't take this seriously and keeps trying. He smirks before moving his hand to in her inner thighs and slides his hands so far up his fingers touch her pussy. He starts to move his fingers up and down on her pussy with pressure through her leggings.

My eyes widen and I try to move his hands, but he just starts to rub my pussy faster, and faster. I moan softly, "C-Chris...stop!" "Nope, you know you love it, y/n." He says seductively as he rubs a little faster. I moan a little too loud causing Chris to put his hand over my mouth, "The louder you moan, the faster I go." He says as he slides his hand into her pants and slowly her panties, "Aww, so wet for me." As I struggle to not have an orgasm in his hand, he unexpectedly sticks 2 fingers in me, soon 3, then 4! My head falls back as my eyes roll which almost looked like to the back of my head. Chris starts to pump his 4 fingers in and out of me slow at first and faster, and faster by the minute, "Such a good girl." He smirks. I feel the tip of one of his finger's brushes against my g-spot causing me moan loud. Chris pushes his fingers into me deeper causing me release all over his fingers. He brings his fingers up to mouth and sucks his fingers until no more of me was on his fingers. I look at him with a confused yet satisfied look, "CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yell as a few kids that sat a few seats in front of us look back before bringing their focus back to whatever they were doing before. "You're a fucking dick!" I yell again, clearly mad that Chris fingered me on the bus. "I know you liked it." He said seductively as he smirked at me. "No, I didn't!" I yell back in response, very mad at Chris right know. But I mean of course I liked it; Chris has been my crush since probably the 8th grade, maybe even longer. "Yes, you did, you can't deny it, y/n." He says with a smug grin on his face, I fucking hate this kid. I cross my arms and nod my head, "No." I say as I turned my head towards the window, avoiding his gaze. "Yes, you did!" He teases as he pulls me a little too close for comfort, he then kisses him on the lips. What. The. Fuck. To be honest, I kind of liked the feeling of his lips against mine, it felt...comforting in some way. Before I know it, I am making out with Chris Sturniolo. I lay on top of him in the seat and make out with him as our tongues battle. He pulls back, "I know you liked it; you like me." He said yet again with his stupid little printed on his fucking face. "Oh, shut up you." I say back with a smile before my lips land on his once again. I think he likes me back... ♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡

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[help-i-lost-my-sock]

Birthday present

Hey guys!

This is my first time writing a smut of any kind. Please let me know in the comments or PM what you think of it, and feel free to share some tips!

Hope you like it!

P.s. Impulsively heavily edited and posted.

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Summary: Buddha decides to give you a very personal gift on your birthday.

Tags & Warnings: Buddha x Reader, F/M, SMUT/ Lemon, NSFW, established relationship, birthday sex, PiV, fingering, oral (F receiving)

Word count: 2,900

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It's morning. The sunlight creeps around the blinds and into your bedroom. Laying in bed, with nothing but the sheets over your bare bodies, you slowly blink your eyes open, as reality starts to sink in.

This morning is just the way you wanted all your mornings to be - with your head on his chest, feeling it slowly rise and fall with his breathing, quietly listening to his heartbeat. 

Buddha seems to have noticed you woke up, as he wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer into his chest. You look up at him with a soft, still somewhat sleepy smile. He, too, is smiling down at you warmly. 

"Good morning, petal."

You groan, still half asleep, refusing to accept that it's time to wake up, and turn away from him, now laying on your left side. Buddha laughs at your reaction. You can feel his laughter vibrating through you as he wraps his arms around you, crossing over your chest, his chest presses against your back. His skin is so warm against yours... You instinctively place your hands on his forearms, feeling his firm muscles under your fingertips. Every inch of him is so toned and chiseled it beggars belief. 

Buddha nuzzles his face into your soft hair. 

"Happy birthday, sleepyhead," he purrs in your ear. 

'That's right! It's my birthday today!'  The thought brings a faint smile to your lips.

"Thank you, honey," you murmur softly. You feel so safe and comfortable in his embrace, you can't help but snuggle against him some more, until you feel his morning wood poking you from behind.

"Is that a birthday gift you got there, or are you just happy to see me?" 

Buddha chuckles at your sleepily mumbled question. "Can't it be both?" 

"I'm not sure that counts as a birthday gift, sweety," you reply with a smile, though still not opening your eyes. 

Buddha is not one to shy away from a challenge and you can feel his lips curling into a smirk. 

"We'll see about that." His whispered promise tickles your ear and sends a light shiver down your body. His soft lips start pressing kisses along your neck and down your shoulders, as his arms uncross, allowing the chilly morning air to graze your chest. The sudden change in temperature makes you whine, as your nipples start to harden. Buddha continues to pamper you with soft kisses. With his left arm holding your throat in the crook of his elbow, his right hand proceeds to travel down, massaging your side, and rubbing circles on your hip. 

‘I will never understand how his touch can be so soothing, yet so thrilling; so gentle, yet so firm; so loving, yet so domineering...’

You feel his teeth lightly biting into your shoulder, as his hand travels down to your thigh. Sleep is now a thing of the past - for how could it not be when he's kissing you and touching you like that? Yet, you decide not to give in so easily. It is your birthday afterall. What's so wrong with pushing him to do his best? 'And gods know just how amazingly delicious his best is...' 

You can still feel his smirk against your skin, his tongue warm and his lips soft as he licks and kisses your neck. His roaming hand slides between your thighs, gently massaging them, and sliding them open. His other hand now finds your breast, squeezing and fondling it. You can feel your desire stirring awake, coming alive within you with every touch of his.

His roaming hand traces its fingers up your thigh and along the crease of your leg, teasingly avoiding that special spot, and briefly travels further up, tracing its fingers over your belly. His left hand now rubs, and rolls, and pinches your nipple, as his right hand returns below, squeezing your thighs and caressing the crease of your leg. You instinctively allow your legs to fall open a bit further, silently inviting him to take the next step. 

Buddha chuckles against your skin, and bites into the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You can feel his fangs poking deeper. His hand ghosts ever so lightly over your sex. His mouth starts sucking on your neck, humming, as his left hand continues to tease your increasingly sensitive nipple. Meanwhile, his right hand continues to appear and vanish from your heat. 

Another soft chill now grazes your skin as you feel Buddha gently blow over the mark on your shoulder. 

Your body tenses, and your breath starts to hitch. You can feel him tracing his fingers ever so lightly over your slickness, teasing your folds and your clit in turns. 

You can feel the tension pooling between your legs, and have swallow back a moan.

"Come on, darling," he murmurs against your skin, his nimble fingers starting to rub lazy circles on your clit. Yet, you still refuse to give him that validation. 

His lips leave your neck as he pulls back a little, leaning over you, and fixates you with those gorgeous blue eyes. You feel like you’re about to drown in his gaze - like you simply forgot how to breathe. That intense look in his eyes is taunting you... the cheeky smirk on his lips... the honeyed tone of his voice... would be enough to drive most anyone mad... 

"I want to hear that pretty voice of yours cry out..." you feel him press his fingers to your bud, rubbing it fast and hard.

"...And scream my name."

It takes everything in you to try to keep quiet, yet small whimpers manage to slide past. The pressure and speed between your legs, his breath warm, his words so silky smooth in your ear... Your skin is growing hot, and you can feel your excitement slowly starting to drip down your thigh, as you feel his other hand give your breast a squeeze. All resistance is futile. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you call out his name. 'Damn it!'  He got what he wanted. 

Buddha stops his assault on your sensitive pearl and pulls you closer into him. "Was that so hard, my little blossom?", he asks, as he settles back behind you.

You only huff in response, to which he chuckles. 

"That's cheating," you state. 

Buddha briefly traces his fingers over your folds. "Hmm? Is it?"

"You know it i-" you swallow your words when you feel his finger pressing inside your core – the tip, then up to the first knuckle, and finally all the way in, slowly sliding past your warm, slick folds. It's curling upwards as it slowly slips in and out of your dripping warmth. 

Your breath hitches, and catches in your throat. 'How in blazes can this man have such a hold on me?'  Buddha resumes placing stray kisses here and there along your neck and shoulder. You can feel his erection - so thick, so warm, and so hard - tense against your ass, as his kisses get rougher... harsher... hungrier...

His left hand comes up to your mouth, his fingers tracing your soft lips, before his middle finger gently presses its way past your lips. You can't help but oblige - you allow his middle finger to slip into your mouth, and start sucking, and twirling your tongue around it. In return, he starts grinding himself against your ass, practically purring in your ear.

"Good girl." You whine a little at the smooth sound of his voice, his warm breath right in your ear. His praise makes you blush, and you start sucking on his finger even harder, secretly wishing it might have been... a certain larger something...

You feel him insert a second finger down under, sliding them in and out - slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

"My, my... You're so wet for me, petal." 

"Ngh- Shut up!" 

"You're practically dripping..."

"Oh - mhm - fuck you!"

"Oh, on the contrary, darlin', I think you'll find that I'm the one that'll be fucking you." 

It's quite hard to sound or appear threatening in any way, shape, or form, given your current situation. Buddha, on the other hand, starts scissoring his fingers inside you, and slips a second finger into your mouth, driving the point home. 

Soon enough, he props himself up on his elbow again, removing the fingers from your mouth and replacing them with his tongue in a passionate, downright sinful kiss. His mouth is hot against your own. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. You feel yourself craving him more and more. His fingers continue to pump into you down below, occasionally leaving their post to tease your clit some more, as your soft whimpers and moans drown in his mouth. 

His long hair falls softly around you, briefly shielding you from the morning's prying light… Until you feel Buddha's lips leave your own and start trailing kisses down your jawline... down your neck... to your collar bones... down your chest... you gasp when you feel him take one of your nipples into his mouth. He twirls his tongue around it, then starts lapping at it. You can't help but arch your back, pressing your heaving chest into his face. His mouth sucks on your nipple and releases it with a small pop. Buddha looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his canines showing at the corners of his mouth, and you can swear the devil's in those gorgeous blue eyes. 

He quickly returns his attention to your chest, teasing your other nipple with his tongue, then blowing on it, his lips curled in a satisfied smirk. The cold air sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight to your core, where his fingers are still working tirelessly, sliding and curling inside you, drenched in your arousal. You feel him playfully graze your nipple with his teeth. Small mewls and gasps escape you more and more often. By now you'd given up on trying to keep quiet. This man knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Buddha resumes his travel down your body, placing butterfly kisses down your belly. You throw a leg over his shoulder, allowing him to nestle between your thighs. Goosebumps grace your skin as anticipation builds, and fuck knows he's taking his sweet time getting where you need him to be - kissing along the crease of your leg… and down your thigh… a peck here, and a lick there... 

Finally, you feel his tongue flatten against your soppy cunt, giving it a few long licks before his mouth latches on to your clit, sucking it softly. Your breath quickens as moan after moan slips past your lips, spurring him on. You lace your fingers in his long hair, keeping him in place, as if afraid he's going to stop. And truth be told... this man is such a tease; you can never be too sure. 

He groans at the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair, pushing his face flush against your heat. His tongue teases your clit with short, quick, torturous flicks of his tongue.

Your face is flushed, and you’re panting heavily. Thin strands of hair stick to your face and neck as you lock eyes with him. With pleading eyes and furrowed brows, you silently beg him to go on. Yet, he stops all too soon, slowing down, and licking long strokes along your slit.

The sight of his handsome face between your thighs, with a slight tint on his cheeks and that mischievous look in his eyes, feels beyond obscene, and a blush creeps on to your cheeks. Buddha seems to notice, and he slips his tongue inside you. 

"Ah! Buddha! Ah, keep going!" your head rolls back down on the pillow, as he tongue-fucks you halfway to oblivion. Suddenly, you feel his tongue slip out of you, and be replaced by his fingers. His fingers pump and curl inside you, while his mouth licks and sucks on your clit. You can feel that familiar coil building up in you, as your breath quickens, and your moans grow louder. Buddha catches on, replacing his fingers with his tongue just in time for you to cum in his mouth, crying out his name. Buddha hums to himself, proud of this result, as his tongue laps your juices.

Your body tingles, and your head feels a little light, as you lay there flushed and panting. The bed shifts with his weight as he crawls on top of you, and lines himself up with your entrance. 

"You ready, petal?"

 

Still somewhat hazy from your orgasm, all you can respond with is a nod.

He rubs himself along your slit, then presses in just past your folds - just enough for the tip to slide in, and then he stills. You whine and wrap your arms around his back, trying to pull him closer. 

"Buddha, come on!" you whine, but to no avail. 

"Hm? You need something?" 

You pout and turn your head away with a slight blush. 'This cocky motherfucker! I am not saying it out loud!' 

Buddha chuckles at your reaction and starts dipping the tip in and out, teasing your entrance. You furrow your brow and try to maintain some degree of composure, despite the aching desire threatening to burn you alive. You wrap your legs around him, trying to pull his hips closer and push his length into your longing core. 

"Tss, tss, tss," he tuts with a shit-eating grin. "I can't read your mind, blossom. If you want something, you'll have to speak up!"

"For the love of god, Buddha! Just fuck me already!"

"Ooh, I see! Is this what you wanted, princess?" He taunts, as you feel him sheath his whole length inside you in one smooth move, making you gasp. He’s filling you so up well, your head is spinning slightly from the sudden intrusion, as a shiver runs down your spine.

 

He stands still, grinning proudly, and giving you a few moments to adjust. Slowly, you feel him start to move and build up to a steady pace, hitting all the right spots in you. His hands press into the mattress on each side of your head. Your huffs and mewls turn into lusty moans; your sassiness into unintelligible gibberish as he continues to shove himself inside your tight cunt, while fixating you with those mesmerizing eyes of his.

 

Somehow, you knew the moment you first met that this man would be your everything. For those eyes, those lips, that honey-sweet voice, that charming confidence, bordering on arrogance… For this man, in everything he was, and everything he embodied, you would do most anything.

 

You hear him huff and groan above you. His skin glistens with a thin veneer of sweat. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, forcing him to lower himself onto you - your soft breasts now pressing against his hard chest, his hands gripping the sheets, as you dig your nails into his back. It's so damn hard to form a coherent thought as your mind gets hooked on the sound of your labored breath, and skin slapping against skin, the scent of your sex filling up the room...

"Harder! Please!" Is all you can manage to string together, as you lay there, trapped under his weight, begging and crying out for that sweet release. 

Your sweet sounds and desperate pleas stir him on, and you can hear a low growl near your ear as he starts slamming his hips into you faster, harder, and, somehow, deeper still than before. Your mind turns to mush as you keep chanting his name, loudly, enthusiastically... ahem - agreeing with him, so to speak. Your voice starts to break - a testament to his skill as a lover. Your breath grows erratic, your skin sweaty and flushed, and it's clear you're both nearing your end. You feel Buddha's fangs biting into your shoulder, as you dig your nails deeper into his back. 

Harder... Harder. Still harder! Your body tenses and you let out a downright degenerate cry as you come undone once more, beaneath him, your juices dripping down his shaft, and go limp in extasy under his watchful eye. A few more thrusts - hard and sloppy - and he, too, reaches his release... so deliciously deep inside you. 

Panting heavily, your foreheads come to touch, both of you panting and heaving, and for a moment, there is no more sass and cockiness between you - just gentle smiles and loving glances. All the world ceases to exist, and time seems to stand still, only for you. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

Eventually, he slowly pulls out of you, and your mixed essence starts trickling down onto the sheets. Neither of you could care any less. 

Buddha lays down beside you, an arm under your head, as you snuggle back up to his chest. 

"So, princess. You still think this doesn't count as a birthday present?" 

You turn your head to look at him - that same confident grin on his handsome features, that same cocky attitude that's drawn you to him in the first place. 

"Hm. It's a start," you tease as you lay your head back on his chest. 

"A start, you say, huh?" 

The prospect brings a smile to your face, and you can feel it spread so wide, it threatens to split it in half. 'Sounds like it's gonna be a very... busy day.' 

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[spicy-raven]

Wait

NSFW Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary:

You just couldn't wait for Jake to come home, and now you face the consequences.

Contents/Warnings: Top!Jake, Toys (vibrator), Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cock Warming, Overstimulation, Implied Aftercare, Established Relationship, My rusty writing deserves a warning I apologize in advance, also its my first time writing smut

You sigh and lean back on the couch in frustration. You look back at your phone to reread the text again.

"Be home soon amor, wait for me ;)" sent just over an hour ago.

You know he gets busy, and you don't blame him at all, but after reading suggestive texts from him all day you were starting to get impatient. How long was he going to be?

At this point you have already taken a shower, changed into his favorite lacy underwear hidden by a silky robe, dimmed the lights, and lit one of your favorite scented candles. Now you were just waiting, rereading his text for the millionth time.

"wait for me" you want to be waiting to greet him, too see his eyes look you over like a starved man being offered a feast, but you aren't sure how much longer you'll have to wait for. Depending on how busy he is, you could be waiting as short as 5 minutes or as long as another hour.

You get up from the couch and walk into the bedroom and over to the nightstand on your side of the bed. You open the bottom drawer and stare at the small silicone vibrator that greeted you. Honestly, you haven't needed to use it in years for....obvious reasons, but you kept it charged for a rainy day. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right? You could be quick and still be there to greet him.

You grab the vibrator from the drawer, placing it on the bed. You lay down, opening the robe you were wearing before opening your legs and sliding your hand down the lacy underwear. You were still a little wet with arousal, but not as much after waiting for Jake for so long. You gently feel between the folds of your pussy, teasing your clit as you build yourself back up, getting more and more wet. You insert one of your fingers while rubbing your clit with your thumb, humming at the sensations. Your hand isn't enough, the pleasure was building but the fingers just aren't Jake's. You quickly pull your hand away to grab the vibrator, wetting it with your juices before bringing it down to your pussy.

You don't turn it on initially, rubbing it up and down your cunt to tease yourself. You then hold the toy over your clit and press the on button. The sudden sensations making you tense up and gasp. Your eyes flutter shut and you think of Jake and what he could have had planned if he didn't make you wait so late. You moan grinding your hips slightly into the toy, letting it tease your hole before bringing it back up to your clit. You can feel the tension building in all of your muscles as you whimper, your hand not daring to move the toy away and stop the pleasure building in you. You could feel your orgasm building, moaning and whimpering as you chase for it.

"Well, someone just couldn't wait"

The voice felt like a splash of cold water, your legs instinctively closing as you look up to see Jake in the doorway of the bedroom. The only sound left in the room was the buzzing of the vibrator that had yet to be turned off. Your face grows red, turning off the vibrator as Jake eyes the lacy underwear hiding his full view of what you were doing only moments ago.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to speak. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, by all means keep going. You seem to be handling yourself just fine." You hesitate, unmoving as he walks closer to the bed. "Keep. Going." he emphasizes, his eyes never leaving you.

You carefully relax back onto the bed, opening your legs again. Jake then reaches forward, grabbing the waistband of the lacy underwear and pulling them down and off of you, tossing them aside before continuing to watch you. You slowly start rubbing the vibrator along your cunt again before turning it back on, a whimper making it's way out of your mouth. Jake's eyes never leave you as he begins untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pulling them off his shoulders. His face is unreadable, but the bulge in his pants and his breathing picking up told you everything you need to know as you relax fully.

"I want to see you cum on that piece of fucking plastic since you seem to like it so much" his words sent shivers through you, no doubt goosebumps visibly forming on your body but you don't care enough to check. Pleasure raked through your body in waves, pulling you under. Your muscles tensing up again, the familiar feeling of your orgasm building back up in your stomach. Your free hand reaches for Jake, but he stays standing just far away enough to stay out of your reach as he undoes the buckle on his belt and undoes his pants. He pulls them down together and kicks them away as he continues to watch you.

Your orgasm unexpectedly floods your senses. Your back arching slightly off the bed with a moan, your toes curling, your free hand that was reaching for him now slamming down on the bed to grab at the sheets.

"Bien, that's it" Jake softly praises.

Your moans turn into whimpers and you come down from your high. You quickly turn off the toy and move it away as the sensations become too much and your breathing begins to steady.

"So you do know how to listen after all" Jake says, a smirk forming on his lips as he finally crawls onto the bed towards you. Your hands immediately meet his skin, running up his arms and onto his shoulders and chest as he reaches you with a desperate and heated kiss. One of your hands moves to rub his cock over the fabric of his boxers, making him groan into your lips before pulling away.

"Already desperate for my cock? I thought the toy was enough, no?" he says with a chuckle when he hears you whine in frustration. He quickly pulls down his boxers, freeing his fully hardened cock.

He doesn't waste any time as he lines himself up with your pussy, both of you moaning as he slowly thrusts into you. He's careful, and watches you to make sure your comfortable and adjusted. You nod and that's all the confirmation he needs as he slowly moves out of you and pushing back in, a groan escaping his throat. He slowly builds up a steady pace, thrusting hard into you when he pauses, his cock settled deep in you. He thinks for a moment before a smirk forms on his face again, quickly searching the bed. He finally finds the vibrator within the pile of sheets. Turning it on and pressing it to your clit making you moan and whimper from all the sensations. Jake then leans forward, lips coming close to your ear.

"I'm going to show you how easy it is to wait, I'm not going to move until you cum on my cock from this thing" he whispers, holding the vibrator down on your clit to emphasize his point.

"Jake please-" you start to grind your hips into him, trying to get some sort of movement. One hand holds your hips down while the other keeps the vibrator firmly pressed to your clit. You can tell Jake can feel some of the vibrations too as his softly grunts at the feeling.

"I'm not going to fucking move until you cum on this cock" he says, remaining completely still and buried in your wet cunt. "You're gonna see how good it feels when you learn how to wait"

The vibrations mixed with the feeling of being absolutely full were heavenly. Jake kept you from moving your hips into him as pleasure consumed you. Jake hummed and groaned at the feeling of your cunt fluttering and pulsing around him mixed with the vibrations. You were so sensitive it didn't take long for him to feel you getting close again. You moaned as you got closer and closer to your high.

"Please, please Jake, please-" you begged. You don't even know what you're pleading for anymore but it didn't matter as your second orgasm flooded over you, making your pussy tighten around Jake's cock.

Right in that moment Jake started moving, pounding into you. The sounds of the toy mixed with skin slapping together filled the room, dragging the orgasm out as long as it would go. The vibrator was starting to get to Jake too so it doesn't take long for his body to tense up as he cums into you with a moan.

You both slowly come down from your highs, Jake turning off the vibrator and tossing it onto the bed. Both of you pause to catch your breath before Jake moves off of you, watching his cum fall from your pussy. He then walks over to the bathroom to grab a towel, wetting it with warm water.

"We should use that piece of plastic more often" Jake says with a chuckle

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Thanks again to @melodygatesauthor for unlocking my inner slut and inspiring me enough to actually get around to writing this!

#jake lockley #jake lockely smut #moon knight #smut #marvel #mcu #oscar isaac #moon knight smut #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockley x you #moon knight fic #jake lockley x reader #idk how to tag lol #first smut #first writing

[kpopcafeeee]

Call me baby like before

Paring: johnny suh x fem! reader

Genre: smut, Exs to lovers, collage au

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:frat boy ex Johnny! Smut, kissing, moaning, fingering, public sex(hot tub) IM SORRY, begging, degration, dom johnny,sub reader, hair pulling

Summary: you and Johnny broke up 5 months ago and hasn’t seen each other since the break up until there’s a pool party hosted by his a fraternity you and your best friend haechan go there just to have fun but you went there for and fun until you found another reason to go

A/N: this is my first post and I’m really nervous if I misspelled something please contact me!!!! And also if this goes well I’ll do more stories about nct and other groups and here’s my inspiration kinda😅

ENJOYYY:)

“Haechan what if he’s there?!” You yell to your best friend “then ignore him and have a good time” he says as he drags you to the car while the others are waiting for you two. You, haechan, Yuta, doyoung, taeyong are all going to the pool party together as friends. You hear the horn beep several times until a random person addresses the sound as you and haechan runs to the car “took you assholes long enough” Yuta says “we were about to leave your asses” doyoung says

“ anyways we have to make one stop before we go to the party” while doyoung and Yuta were in the store getting the beer together you and taeyong and haechan were in the car on your phones

You were looking through insta until you say a specific story on insta was a taeil and jaehyun taking a photo until you spotted Johnny in the back kissing a girl

Haechan saw your face frown so he took your phone “don’t worry about him have some fun” haechan said he was trying to make you feel better he pulls you into a hug and you start to smile and feel better

When doyoung and Yuta came back with the beers it was time to go

You guys made it to the party on time and decided to split up when you guys go inside and go have fun and get drunk, you had on a red bikini with a transparent cover up to make you look sexy and ready to have fun you and haechan have fun together and jump in the pool together,You guys have fun and enjoy the party and while you guys we’re having fun you met a cute guy named mark haechan winks at you and starts to blend in with the crowd at the party,

you and mark starts talking and you feel like your being watched by someone and starts to feel awkward so you tell mark that your going to the bathroom and you’ll be right back, while walking to the bathroom you hear footsteps behind you but brushes it off, when you come back you and mark starts talking again until you wanted another drink you told mark and he said he’ll wait until you come back again when you went inside the loud house to get some drinks for you and mark you still felt like you were being watched and so you hurried to go get the drinks you make it to the kitchen where all the drinks were and grabbed to beers out the fridge until you felt someone behind you turned around to see your ex Johnny fucking suh, “missed me baby?”

His gaze making you feel small under him you try to push him away but he’s to strong “no I haven’t now move” you say but he doesn’t budge at all instead he moves closer to you making you feel his breath in your ear “you know you miss me I’ve been looking at you all night and you’re not even interested in poor mark” wide eyes you look at him face redder than a tomato “ I-i don’t know what your talk about” you say stuttering “oh yes you do baby you know your still interested in me” he holds your chin with his finger to make you look him in the eyes “so why are you lying baby?”.

You try to push him away again but he doesn’t move a bit still after a few minutes has passed he takes your hand in his and leads you outside again and going in the hot tub this time and marks sees this and you give him a sorry look and he gives you a it’s ok look and goes inside to go talk to haechan and his other friends “aww looks like he’s gone” when you and Johnny get in the hot tub your sitting on his lap facing from him you can feel his cock getting hard under the water “so you like dressing up as a slut” he says while playing with the hem of your bikini, he slides your bikini bottom over to reach your cunt you where already wet from earlier and while walking to the hot tub, he slips two fingers inside your cunt and starts fingering you, you gasp from the contact trying your best to hold your moan in biting your lip very hard to stop it

He starts kissing your sensitive spot on your neck that he likes he knew how to please you and knew how to get you on your knees quickly so it didn’t take him that long from hitting your sweet spot in your cunt he hits it repeatedly and you let a out a small moan saying his name ���j-johnny” “you like that” he said your orgasm was about to come until he stopped feeling emptiness in your cunt you whine until he takes his fully hard cock out and slightly lifts you up and starts pulling you down until he’s fully in you, you moan from this earning a few stares until Johnny pinched you to be quiet and take his cock

He starts off slow until a random group got in with you guys so Johnny pulls out of and you whimper “get up and follow me upstairs” you follow his orders and you guy make up stairs it was a little more quiet than downstairs and outside Johnny pushes you on the bed and takes off his swimming trunks quickly and throw them behind him he takes your bottom of and throws it on the floor, he pushes himself inside you he grunts your name when he was fully inside “y-y/n” he was trying his best not to cum right there and then he’s been inside you multiple times and you were still so tight, he starts at a slow pace then speeds up his pace “j-johnny fuck me!” You cry out you can feel your orgasm approaching, you start clenching around him until “f-fuck y/n” he says he’s almost there too but he wanted you to cum first he starts speeding up his pace more and your orgasm finally comes and you cum over his cock he’s still going until he reaches his high and cums in you

He pulls out of you and goes to his bathroom to clean you up after your clean, he goes to take a shower the party ended 2 hours ago you got a message from haechan “HURRY UP” you texted him that you were with Johnny and was going stay the night after he got out the shower he laid next to you and while you were drifting off to sleep

“ I love you Johnny” you mumbled he chuckled under his breath “I love you too y/n” “promise me we will be together forever and call me baby like before

By: kpopcafeeee

#johnny suh #johnny suh x reader #johnny smut #nct smut #collage au #first smut

[freakywrites]

Sub König x femdom reader SMUT!!

Part 2 (purely smut)

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Smut dictionary- degrading kink, femdom, male sub, orgasm denial, mommy kink, Dacryphilia

I think that’s about it…..idk Not edited so maybe a lil typos

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The relationship for You and König from your parties perspective was seen as two rivals. You two were both at each others throat trying to one up each other which was normal for you but König? He was more of the quiet type except for in the battle field where he was the most brutal and rather loud but they don’t know your relationship.

Not at all.

You could feel his eyes on you again you turn back and there he is, the silent colonel staring at you with intensity as you where showing the party some knew information on a table scattered with files and maps. Still explaining you had the brilliant idea to tease him by arch your back a little while you reach over to get a pen from the other side of the table grabbing it tightly to your hand and ended your meet-up for that day so you can get ready for tomorrows new plan.

The stares of the masked man still lingered as you went on with your day you could see him standing from the corner of your eye, it felt humorous to think you can’t see him. He is massive! What an idiot. You looked back at him and he flinched as you walk towards him. “Hello sir, your eyes been on me all day. What did I do wrong?” You asked looking up at him with your arms crossed his eyes softened and he mumbled “pl-please….meet me at my room please….” He tried to look stronger by puffing out his chest and clenching his fists that where at his sides. From someone else perspective it would look like he was in control but that would be far from the truth.

You could burst out laughing at his nervousness but that would lead others into the conversation. “I will soon colonel, ok? Be patience for me yes?” You said smiling innocently and König lets out a huff his hand raises to hold yours but you swat it away making him let out a gasp. “No touching remember? Wait for me at your room ok?” You hissed ending the conversation as you walk away leaving him there standing pitifully.

That night when everyone was asleep you snuck into König’s room and smiled as you saw his large frame sat on his bed hands on his lap fidgety fingers shaking and picking at skin. Gloomy eyes turn bright with joy as soon as he noticed your presence watching you shut the door quietly. “Did you miss me König?” You asked tilting your head and the taller man nodded eagerly. “yes- ye-yes” he repeated frantically his voice trembling you almost felt bad for him…. Almost. You walked to the taller man lifting his head up with your hand his eyes stare at yours you can feel him gulp fluttering eyes filled with need.

“my poor baby you did so well!” You said getting onto his lap his shaky hands tried to hold your waist but he flinched as you continued to voice. “…but you lost it on the last day! You know what that means right baby?“ you smiled sinisterly “whatever I do… no touching ok? This will be one of your punishments today for being so impatient..” You watched his eyes gloss over with panic and sadness as his hands gripped the edge of the bed where he sat. “Yes” he said sadly eyeing you. You stand taking of the pajama pants you had on at the time along with your panties looking at him as you touch yourself teasing him and you can see his chest rise and fall his blue eyes hungrily scan your body then down to your cunt, you can already see a tent rising in his grey sweat pants you let out a giggle.

“stay still and be a good boy for me ok König?” You said straddling him, your left hand around his neck the other pulling down his pants his length springing out as König let out a whimper at the cool breeze hitting him. As per your orders he hasn’t touched himself, touched you, he hasn’t even watched porn but you didn’t order him to do that he was so sensitive it hurts he needed you so bad. “P-please mommy- mama- please” He begged looking at your fingers trace gently over him he needed more, he need everything, he needed you.

You turned your attention to him “use your words König” you demanded him. his hips stuttered up to get any friction but you moved your hand away from him. he spoke “please touch me- I want it please mommy…” he begged over and over again almost to the point of crying you kissed the outer corner of his eye and whispered “sense you asked so nicely baby…” you smiled as your hand traveled under his mask you spoke. “now suck.” you comande and he obediently did his mouth lapping at your fingers first then taking them into his mouth suckling it as he looked at you his eyes dilating as you say your praises.

Once your fingers where well coated your hand moved to König’s lonely manhood teasing the tip as you watch his eyes roll back at your warm hand barely touching him. “aw you missed me so much huh baby?” You laughed out as he nodded his head looking down at your hand teasing his length.

He gasped, hips twitching as you started to trace the veins of his dick letting out a whimper as you begin to move in a good pace. You see him buck his hips which you quickly push down. Your face turn to him kissing his masked jaw. “you’re such a slut you know König? So impatient for me huh?” You said and König whined. “n-no not a slut- no” He said his head laying on your neck. It made you laugh when you felt him pulse on your hand. “oh ya? Then why do you like it when I degrade you huh? You like it when I call you names?” You whispered in his ear and he shivered clenching the bed sheets as he felt himself close.

“you’re acting like a deprived whore, you like that nasty stuff huh? Creep~” You spat with a nasty grin on your face. The taller man lets out a shaky semi-loud moan as he was on the edge seeing stars but the high left him as you stopped all movement your thumb squeezing gently at the slit of his tip. “wa-what are y-you mommy- plea-hah plea-I” he was letting out begs and sobs you kissed his neck and masked cheek smiling evilly “do you remember König? It will be a punishment today!” You say bubbly the taller man was about to protest but stopped when he was pushed down to the mattress it squeaking under his weight.

His doe eyes stared at you his black eye makeup a little smeared from letting out his little pathetic cries. You positioned yourself on his length your hand cupping his chest rubbing circles on them making him let out shaky breath.

“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let you have your way with me~”

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A/N!

WAAH WOH OH MY my first smut! Honestly imma bout to throw up cuz I’m still not healthy yet 😞

Buttt I had a lot of fun making this! Please understand I’m not really skilled with smuts sense idk I don’t think I’m that good at writing them! I hope you do like it!

Love y’all xoxo 💋

#könig smut #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig x fem reader #x fem reader #sub könig #fanfic #x reader #smut #mw2 fanfic #smut fic #first smut #dom fem reader #sub male character

[ithaqualovers]

My Eveningstar

Husband! Morningstar (Helel) x Reader

(TW: NSFW!! 18+ only) ((This was requested by a friend of mine, and this is my first writing a smut ToT... If there is a mistake please tell me! And if you don't know the meaning of Eveningstar is 'The brightest' and symbolized that you are an eternal beauty and love of a Roman goddess.)

Meanwhile, above the high tower, the wind howled as it swirled around the spire, bringing with it the distant cries of the people below. You stood atop the tower, surveying the land with a wistful gaze. Then the Morningstar's servant suddenly called you to the tower's chamber, requested by your king, Helel the Morningstar. the servant approached you and spoke solemnly. “King's dear lover, Eveningstar,” they said. “The Morningstar has need of your presence. He awaits you in the tower chamber.” The servant bowed before you and stepped back. You were surprised by their words, but you nodded and set off for the tower.

As you ascended the stairs, you wondered what Helel wanted from you. When you reached the chamber, you saw the king standing in the centre. Your husband, Helel. The sun that centred on his mask shone brightly as he grinned. “My dearest, come closer to your beloved husband.” You slowly walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Helel slowly took his mask off to expose his dull-cream pupils. Helel took your hands in his, his touch comforting and warm. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them softly. He looked into your eyes and said “You look so beautiful today, my Eveningstar... Your presence shows a goddess-like beauty, and I am blessed to be able to call you mine.” A smirk appeared on his face. You have never felt him call you like this since he is so possessive and obsessive towards you.

You already know what he wants. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You can tell that he has an agenda in mind by the way he is speaking so intimately and romantically to you, and the smirk on his face shows that he knows he is getting to you. His possessive and obsessive nature further confirms that he is after something, and that he expects you to give in to his wishes. “What is that you want to do with me, Helel? I will not let you use me for your own gain again.” You replied, your voice was stern and unwavering. Helel chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as he stepped closer to you. He reached out to gently brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Oh, my fiery dove, you are always so quick with your words,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire. “But I see through that facade, Y/n. I know deep down you crave the touch of your beloved husband.” His hand trailed down from your face, caressing your neck and collarbone. “I want you. I want to feel the heat between us ignite into a blazing inferno. To taste the passion that burns within our souls.” His voice grew huskier as he leaned in close, his hot breath washing over your lips. “Give yourself to me completely, my Eveningstar. Let us indulge in pleasures beyond mortal comprehension.”

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You raised a brow and met his gaze, feeling a tremor of fear and excitement. Taking a deep breath, and sighed. Do you really have to give in to him? You knew that there was no turning back if you said yes. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and nodded, ready to take the plunge. “Hm. So needy...” You smirked, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you opened your eyes as your e/c stared into his dull-creamy eyes. “My needy king wants to fuck his Eveningstar, correct?” You chuckled at your words and a smirk tugging your lips. Helel's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of amusement and desire dancing within them as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with dark allure. “Oh, my delectable dove, you always knew how to play with fire. But be warned, for I am the inferno that consumes all in its path.” His hand trailed down your arm before gripping your waist possessively. “Oh, yes. I want nothing more than to claim you as my own once again. To feel our souls entwined in a passionate dance of pleasure and dominance." He pressed himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. “But remember this: it is not just 'fucking' I seek. It is the sheer ecstasy of surrendering ourselves to the darkest desires that reside within us both. Are you ready to lose yourself in the flames?”

You closed your eyes, the excitement coursing through your veins. You were ready to embrace the unknown, to let go of all inhibitions and finally break free. You nodded a silent agreement that sealed your fate. You really give in to him, huh? “Mm... Alright, my Morningstar... Do as you wish.” With your permission granted, Helel grinned, a sinister glint in his golden eyes. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “Good.” His eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he felt the heat of your words wash over him. He released a low, rumbling chuckle that resonated through the chamber. “Ah, my insatiable Eveningstar,” he murmured huskily, “your eagerness fuels the fire within me.”

With a swift, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the grand bed adorned with silk sheets and dark velvet drapes. As he laid you down gently, his hands moved with purpose, skillfully removing every garment you wear. His touch was firm yet tantalizingly gentle as he explored every inch of your body, tracing patterns of pleasure along your curves. He slowly removed his heavy cape and settled in next to you, he pulled the bust of his short black coat to his side exposing his bare chest. You shivered as you felt his sharp fingers, caressing your hips. His breath was hot and heavy against your skin as he lifted your hips. His eyes drank in the sight of your body, and you felt your heart race as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against yours, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Helel pulled down his trousers as he positioned himself above you, and you felt the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. His golden eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that could ignite galaxies. Lowering himself onto you, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss while simultaneously entering you with a slow and deliberate thrust without a warning. You gasped as he filled you, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

“Mmf... H-Helel...” You moaned his name in his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth, tasting every corner of it. Feeling your inner muscles clench around his cock, Helel pressed down even further, filling you with his length to the hilt. A low groan escaped his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours, boring into your very soul. “That's it...” he panted, and his hands roamed over your body, tracing patterns of desire and love across your skin. He began to move within you with a slow, rhythmic intensity, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Let me hear your screams of pleasure as we drown in the inferno that binds us together.” He whispered huskily. You clung to him as the pleasure rose within you, your cries growing louder and louder until you screamed out in pleasure. Oh, your cries are only making him turned even more passionate. Helel let out a deep, throaty moan of pleasure as he felt your inner muscles clench around him. He increased his pace and thrust harder against you, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “That's it, my Eveningstar,” he growled lowly, “Take me all in... Mmmf– surrender yourself to me.” His hands roamed hungrily over your body as he moved within you with an almost primal intensity. With each thrust came another wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep away any sense of rationality that remained between both of you. “Hah...” He moaned aloud as he felt himself becoming lost in the fire between you two.

You bit your lip and gripped the back of his neck tightly as your nails dug into his flesh and started bleeding. Helel groaned in both pleasure and pain as your nails dug into the back of his neck, fueling the fire that burned within him. His thrusts became more urgent and desperate, matching the intensity of your grip. He gasped and grinned, “You are... enjoying this... aren't you?” His hips moved with a primal rhythm, meeting yours with an unyielding force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with the symphony of your moans and breathless cries. “Mmn... I'm almost there..” As you continued to tighten around him, Helel could feel his release building within him, becoming an unstoppable force ready to consume them both. With one final deep thrust, he let out a guttural groan and released himself inside you, filling you with his semen. He collapsed beside you on the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he regained his breath. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he turned towards you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You feel so good...” he whispered, “My beautiful, Eveningstar.”

Both of you panted heavily as Helel kissed you tenderly, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close. You both lay there in silence, savouring the moment and the connection you had just shared. You looked at him and smirked, “Tired already?” you asked. Helel's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, his breathing steady. “Tired? Far from it, my love,” he purred, his voice laced with desire. “I am merely catching my breath before I continue to ravish you again.” With a swift and fluid motion, he rolled over, pinning you beneath him once again. His hands traced a path of fire along your body as his lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss. “Prepare yourself, Eveningstar,” he whispered against your lips.

“For I am not done with you yet.” 

#identity v ithaqua #idv night watch #ithaqua idv #ithaqua x reader #idv x you #identity v night watch #idv smut #smut #I'M SHAKING #WAIT WHY AM I EVEN SHAKING...? #first smut

[pinkypromisepascal]

𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 (𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

request by @chloelouisejohnson: hi!! so boring and predictable but could we get a jealous dean x reader with plenty of angst and a healthy dose of smut?? mabye jealous over reader and sams friendship but sam and reader are only so close because deans a douche and constantly pushes reader away the second they start getting close?

summary: you are friends with the Winchester brothers and often help them with research for their cases, mostly working together with Sam because Dean always seems gruff towards you until you confront him about his behavior

content warnings: angst, jealous!Dean, swearing, smut [fingering, praise, p-in-v, unprotected sex], enemies to lovers I guess?😀

word count: 4.8k

author’s note: I really hope you like this one, I tried my best, wasn’t really sure about how their relationship would develop, but I think it turned out ok. Also, this is my first time writing smut, so be nice with me😂

/// this has only been proofread by myself ///

You had met the Winchesters about two months ago when they had been working on a case in your hometown. You weren’t a hunter yourself, but you’d always been a very curios person, especially when it came to things that didn’t seem easy to put into words, like emotions, some natural phenomena, or even the supernatural. Naturally, you had started working at the local library years ago after having worked a secretary job for what had felt like eternity, so you could bury your nose in the all kinds of literature you could get.

When Sam and Dean had been staying in a local motel for the case, you couldn’t help but do some research on your own. They had spiked your interest even more after showing up at the library to search for newspaper reports. Since you were working at said library, you had offered them to stay after closing hours if they needed to. Which had led to the three of you taking up a table for six people with what felt like one hundred books. You had talked to Sam about the case and had searched the library for more helpful literature.

Ever since, it seemed that you had bonded with the Winchester boys. You liked both Sam and Dean, but you sometimes felt like Dean wasn’t as easy-going as his younger brother. You figured he was just a more practical guy than Sam who wasn’t so much into digging through tons of literature, who preferred to just get the case done and head over to the next one. Which was completely understandable, theory tends to be the less exciting part. But Dean always seemed kind of on edge when he was around, and you just couldn’t grasp why. Sam and you spent a lot of time in the bunker’s library to gather information about the cases. You didn’t always need the books, you just really liked being surrounded by them. Dean never spent more than ten minutes around the two of you. He usually just came around to ask how the research was going and to get a quick heads up on the information you had gathered so far, only half-heartedly listening to you while sipping a drink.

But over the last few days, you felt like he distanced himself even more. When Dean was around, he didn’t really want to know anything if it wasn’t about a case. Sometimes, when Sam was gone, it felt like his eyes were piercing through you. Dean didn’t really talk much to you, he just… watched you do your stuff. You did try having small talk with him when you were alone, asking him questions about past cases or his family, which was a big mistake as you had noticed right after asking. “Alright, don’t you have something to do? You don’t have to force some small talk, ‘kay?”, he had spat. To be fair, you did know it would be bad idea to ask about his family, Sam had told you the most important things, but what else were you supposed to do? Another time after that, when you had offered to go take care of the laundry with him, he just told you get back to Sam and help him out. Was Dean annoyed by you? Didn’t he like you being in the bunker with them, although he had been the one who invited you to the bunker in the first place?

“Do you think Dean’s been acting weird lately?”, you asked Sam one day, both of you focused on the bright screens on your laptops. You were researching for a case about people disappearing in the woods a few towns over, and dogs barking at seemingly nothing. You had both thought about Ghosts, Rugarus or other flesh-eating creatures, maybe even a new one, some kind of hybrid, which would make it more difficult to kill. Sam was still absorbed in his notes and didn’t notice you asked him a question until you nudged his leg under the table and asked him again. “What do you mean? Isn’t he acting like he always is?”

“I don’t know. I feel like… I think Dean doesn’t like me. He’s never around when we’re doing research, he only shows up for food or drinks-”

“Well, Dean never really liked those research days, to be fair.”, Sam interrupted.

“No, I mean, yes, okay, but seriously. When you’re out to get groceries or something, he’s so… tense all of the time. It’s like he really wants to punch me in the face, but he tries to do that by staring holes into my head or something. He always seems so angry, it drives me nuts!” You ruffled your hair and groaned. “You know, I really like being here, and I’m so glad that we help each other out, but… you know? He was the one who suggested I’d come around when you guys got something going on, so why is he acting like he regrets that decision more than anything?” Sam told you that he didn’t really notice Dean had been acting like that, but he could imagine that Dean could act like that if something really got to his nerves. “Did you talk to him about it?” You cocked your head and furrowed your brows. “Of course I did! Well, not particularly about that, but I did try to have a normal conversation with him, but I think he’d rather poison himself than tell me about the stick up his ass.” Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I don’t really know what to do about that, I doubt that he’ll tell me what’s wrong, he’s, uh… not a man of big words most of the time. Maybe he just doesn’t really trust you yet, even though it’s been months since we first met, but, um, yeah… Don’t know, sorry.” Sam gave you a sad smile. “He’ll come around, I guess. Maybe he just needs time. And maybe you shouldn’t think too much about it. If he doesn’t treat you how you wanna be treated, you can confront him or just ignore him. Give him a taste of his own medicine or something.”

You thanked Sam for listening to you and excused yourself to a little break. You went through the backdoor of the bunker’s garage, holding your pack’s last cigarette in your hand, fiddling with the lighter in the other. The whole situation just didn’t leave your mind. Should you try to talk to Dean again and apologize for anything you did, even though you couldn’t think of what you could’ve done to upset him so much? Or should you just wait for him to approach you? You took a drag of your cigarette and closed your eyes, trying to stop your thoughts from racing, feeling small rain drops cooling your skin. This is so stupid, you thought, so stupid and childish, my god, grow some balls, Dean!

Distracted by your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the Impala rolling out of the garage until the horn startled you. You turned around to see Dean behind the wheel, motioning at you to get out of the way. You just stared at him with wide eyes and spread your arms to the side in a what the fuck? motion, cigarette still sitting between your lips. Reminding yourself that he wasn’t worth picking a fight, you stepped aside, waving your arm to signal him to get going. As he drove off, you flipped him off, not really intending for him to see it, but still hoping he would. “Fucking dumbass”, you mumbled. You put out your cigarette on the nearest rock and headed back inside.

When Dean came back half an hour later with some fast food, you expected him to take his food and return to his room again, but to your surprise, he sat at the table with you and Sam. You and Sam exchanged looks, you tried to telepathically tell him that this was unusual compared to the last weeks, but Sam just shrugged. You didn’t expect him to do something about the tension between you and Dean, you just wanted someone else to see how weird it could get between you and him.

“So, uh, how’s the research going?”, Dean suddenly asked between bites, not specifically looking at any of you. “Well, we’re not quite sure what the case is about yet, we couldn’t figure out what creature might be causing the troubles, our best guess is something like a Rugaru, maybe a ghost that’s stuck in the forest for some reason, maybe even something like a Crocotta? You know, those things that can mimic human voices and lure their victims into traps. But, y’know, we’re not sure. Maybe looking for clues in the woods would help us out.” You shrugged and bit into your burger again. Dean looked at you and Sam. “So, that’s it? That’s all we’ve got so far? Man, we’ve been better before.”, he grouched, probably more to himself than to you and his brother. “Well, maybe we’d be faster if we had your help.”, you simply said. You immediately sensed Sam shifting in his seat and felt Dean’s glare on you.

“Come again?”

“Oh, you heard me, Mister I just sit in my room all day or drive around in my old car because I’m too full of myself to hang out with those boring bookworms.” Sam almost choked on his burger and mumbled a “Oh god, here it comes.”

You looked over to the older Winchester. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. “Someone spit on your burger or something? The fuck’s your problem now?”, he asked.

“My problem is that you’re complaining because Sam and I haven’t magically solved the case yet! We’re working hard to get as many clues as we can before we show up there tomorrow while you’re just ignoring us! You never show up, and now you sit here with us to eat and pretend like you haven’t spoken a word to me in days? The fuck’s wrong with  you, Dean?! You were the one who invited me here and told me that I could help you guys out, and you’ve been rude to me ever since!”, you snapped, despite noticing that Sam clearly got uncomfortable at this point. That didn’t stop you from continuing your rant, though. “You make me feel like you just got me here so you can chill out or something, because you poor little boy don’t get enough rest! I get that your lives are tough, but that doesn’t justify you treating me like a stress toy you use to let your anger out on every once in a while. Sam clearly does a better job at making me feel welcome around here!”

Sam cleared his throat and before he could try to settle your dispute, Dean smacked his fist on his table. “I’ve had enough of you, y’know that? Yes, I did invite you to join us every now and then, but I knew I was taking a risk with that-”

“Oh, shut up, Dean, what’s that even-”

His fist came down on the table another time.

“If you don’t let me finish talking, I’ll make sure you regret ever coming here.”, he growled, his eyes turning a darker shade of green. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Sam shifting in his seat again.

“Listen close, alright? I’m not gonna say this again. You are allowed to be here because I allowed you to after you were really helpful for one of our cases. Right? Sam and I talked about that, and we both knew that it would be risky to let someone else in here, someone who’s not a hunter. You lack skill, alright? You can’t fight, you can’t defend yourself against other people, let alone monsters. If someone wanted our heads and tried to get to us through you, you’d be dead faster than you can name your favorite book. But we still took you in, because you were good to us, and we rarely get good company ‘round here.” Dean paused for a moment, but his eyes gave away that there was so much more he wanted to say.

“So, I’m just another face to look at until you get tired of it? You’re just gonna cut me out of your lives again when you get bored of me?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but it was still shaking. You were bouncing your leg under the table and felt tears build up. “You don’t even talk to me Dean… at least not in a… normal way. I tried to have a normal conversation with you, and I know that asking you about your parents was a stupid mistake, but… every time we’re alone in a room, you just… stare at me like I’m a failure, like you don’t even want me here. You never even thanked me for all the times I’ve helped you so far.” A few tears quietly ran down your cheek. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and looked down on the table again.

Dean ran a hand over his face while Sam took care of the dishes. Uncomfortable silence filled the kitchen. You were the first to get up. You wiped the tears from your face and ruffled your hair. “I’m gonna go to sleep, I’m too tired to drive, but I’ll be out here first thing tomorrow morning.” None of the Winchester brothers answered as you left the room, but when they thought you were out of range, you heard Sam speak up to Dean. You couldn’t quite figure out what he said, he spoke too quietly for you to hear, but you could hear Dean loud and clear when he barked back, making you freeze in your spot.

“We both know she doesn’t belong here, Sammy! She shouldn’t be with us, she should be leading her normal life, you know how it ends when we like people.” Dean had gotten quieter towards the end, he sounded… torn.

This is too much right now, I really need to sleep, you thought and went on to the bedroom they had offered you to use. As you dropped onto the mattress after brushing your teeth and changing into something more comfortable, exhaustion took over quickly and you drifted into a dreamless sleep.

About two hours later you were wide awake again, joined by a pulsating headache. You groaned and rolled around in the soft bed. “The last thing I needed today.”, you said to yourself as you massaged your temples. Luckily, you always carried light Ibuprofens for such cases, but you still needed water, so you trudged to the kitchen again. After taking the painkiller, you rested against the sink for a while and recapped every moment between you and Dean that had to lead up to the depressing dispute that evening. You remembered one day where Dean had offered to go grocery shopping. You had wanted to join him and pay for the groceries as a thank you for the boys taking care of you when you were there. “I’m fine, just go hang out with Sam, you’ve gotten pretty good at that.”, he’d said. You hadn’t thought much of that, you were too taken aback by him brushing you off like that, but now that you thought of that moment again, something seemed to click.

Was Dean jealous? Could that be why he’d been acting so stiff around you? But there’s no reason to be jealous, you thought.

Dean’s deep voice pulled you from your train of thoughts. “You okay?” You shortly looked at him standing in the doorframe and then massaged your temples again. “Woke up with a headache in the middle of the night, but other than that…” You shrugged, “Fine, I guess… why’re you up?”

“Fell asleep in the library. I, uh, I took a look at your notes. On the case.” Dean cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, unsure what to do with himself. You looked at him with furrowed brows, and when he lifted his gaze to meet yours, you were surprised yet again by how green his eyes were. Because Dean had been avoiding you most of the time, you didn’t get many chances to take a close look at his pretty, chiseled face. But when you got the chance, you didn’t want to take your eyes off it.

“Listen, I, uh… I snapped at you earlier, and I’m… I’m sorry for that. I just- it just got too much for me in that moment.” Dean ran a hand over his stubble and cleared his throat again. After taking a deep breath, he continued talking. “Truth is, I don’t hate that you’re around, ok? I know I made you feel like that, and I get that you’re mad at me. And what I’m gonna say now will sound so cliché and shitty that you’ll wanna take another painkiller for your headache, but, um… I need to get it out ‘cause it’s been driving me insane.” Another short pause where neither of you knew exactly what to do. Should you take Dean’s hand to let him know that it’s okay? Should you hug him? Get him a drink?

“It’s just that… I love having you here with us, I love how you liven our life in here up. And I noticed how you and Sam were getting closer each day, because you’re both huge nerds who read books all day, so I- I thought I’d just leave you to it and not get in the way. It’d be too dangerous anyway. So I just… I don’t need to tell you what I did, you already know that part.” A light chuckle came from you. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. But I need you to understand that I was keeping myself from risking your life.” Dean almost pleaded. “Why do you always bring up that I’m weak, that I need protection or things like that? How would you be risking my life by treating me like a normal human being?”, you asked him calmly to avoid the situation escalating again.

Dean stepped closer, locking his eyes with yours again, resting his hands on the sink behind you, capturing you between his frame and the sink. “Because I don’t wanna just treat you like a friend. With the thoughts I’ve been having about you, I can’t treat you like just a friend. There’s so much more. But I’ve been stopping myself from acting on it because every single person I’ve ever cared about was taken from me. It makes me feel like I’m cursed or something. It’s like the moment I start liking someone, they’re doomed. And from then it’s just a question of time till I find them dead.” You couldn’t even focus on the last sentence he spoke, you were too startled. He was having ‘thoughts’ about you? Him? Dean Winchester? About you? Despite every encounter you two had had? It made no sense to you.

“Dean”, you started, not even knowing what you wanted to say to him. You looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. “Start fucking acting on it.”, you hissed. Dean cocked his eyebrow. “What?”

“You said you stopped yourself from actin’ on your feelings and thoughts ‘cause you were too scared and - apparently - jealous of Sam because we’re spending a lot of time together. Which is only because every time we have a moment to ourselves, you start acting like a complete douchebag. I like you, Dean. So please start doing what your mind’s telling you to do because I can’t stand douchebag-Dean anymore. I kinda hate him.” You started laughing at yourself and this whole situation. “Oh, you don’t want that, sweetheart.”, he just countered. “Oh, come on, think I can’t handle you, big boy?”

“I just think you underestimate me. I like your smugness, but I’ll rid you of that quicker than you think. Once I got you in my hands, you’ll melt.”, he purred. “And after that, you’ll be mine only. I’ll leave you just as obsessed with me as I am with you.” Dean’s right hand came up to your face, his thumb gently tracing your lower lip. “But I need your permission for that.”

Too frozen in this moment to form a sentence, you just nodded and before you could think of something else, Dean’s full lips crashed on yours, lightly biting your lower lip. You sighed as you opened your mouth, his tongue slipping inside, exploring.

Dean’s hands squeezed your waist and pulled you closer to him, your hands running up his torso to grab him by the collar of his shirt. He kept kissing you, making you hungry for more. Between kisses, you asked him if he really wanted to do this here in the kitchen. “Good point.”, he mumbled and picked you up bridal style in one swift motion. You shrieked in surprise, Dean shushed you immediately. “You’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t want Sam to hear us. Walls are kinda thin here.”, he said as you entered your bedroom. Dean lightly dropped you onto the mattress, earning a chuckle from you. He climbed on top of you, kissing along your neck and jawline. “I wonder what other sweet sounds I can get out of you.” You fumbled at his button down to shrug it off his broad shoulders, but Dean seemed to have other plans. “Patience, sweetie.”, he said as he kissed you deeply again, “I wanna take my sweet fucking time with you, till you’re weak in every single muscle.” Him saying such things already made you almost see stars as waves of desire flamed through your body.

Dean’s arm went under your back and he lifted you to sit on his lap. “Now be a good girl and take that shirt off for me.” His large hands cupped your breasts as soon as your shirt was gone and slowly kneaded them, rolling your hard nipples between his thumb and index finger. “Look how good they fit in my hands.”, he murmured against your lips. You eagerly rolled your hips against him, feeling his erection under your core. Dean groaned and captured your lips again. “Your turn.”, you panted with a smug smile. “Why don’t you do that for me, hm?”, he chuckled. With no hesitation, you clawed at his button down, finally shoved it from his shoulders and then put your hands under his t-shirt, slowly pushing it up while he sucked on your neck.

Both of you were still wearing too many clothes, so you decided to drop yourself on the bed again, pulling Dean with you without your lips breaking contact, getting hungrier and more eager with each kiss. Dean’s kisses started traveling across your body, licking and biting certain spots he knew would drive you crazy. You shuddered when he reached your lower belly. His fingers hooked under the hem of your pants, he slowly dragged pants and panties down along your legs, making sure his lips would reach every tingling spot on their way down. Your eyes rolled back and you arched your back lightly, impatient, wanting to finally feel him inside of you. Dean lifted his head to look at you. “If only you could see you goddamn pretty you look right now.” He pushed himself up to kiss you again, one of his hands drawing slow circles at your core. “And you’re gonna look even prettier when I’m done with you.”, he mumbled as he carefully pushed his index inside of you, making you inhale sharply. “God, so wet for me already? Hm, what did I do to deserve this?”, he cooed, looking deep into your eyes. “You okay, sweetheart? Tell me if you wanna stop.”

“If you stop now, I’ll never talk to you again.”, you panted and rolled your hips into his hand as you felt him pull out to add another finger. “That’s what I wanna hear.”, he chuckled. Dean fingered you in an almost agonizing pace, enjoying how smooth you felt, knowing exactly how much you wanted him to do more. Your hands started fumbling with his belt and unzipped his pants. Dean sat back and quickly slid his pants down and threw them aside, now only in tight boxers. Your eyes fell onto the outline of his thick cock. Dean grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. “Eyes up here, sweetie.” He grabbed one of your hands and led it down to his crotch, making it wrap around his cock through the boxers. You slowly pumped him as good as you could, not breaking eye contact. Dean groaned huskily, leaning his forehead against yours. His hand found your core again, two fingers sliding in and out of you while his thumb circled your clit.

Soon enough, Dean couldn’t hold back much longer. Drawing his hand from you again, he slid his boxers down just enough to set his cock free and positioned himself between your legs. “Do you want this? I need to hear it.”

“Yes, Dean, please.”, you whined and bucked your hips. Dean carefully pushed himself inside, keeping his eyes on you to see your reaction. He intertwined your hands and kissed your forehead as he kept pushing. You felt yourself stretch around him, felt yourself adjust to his size.

He bottomed out with slow thrusts, trying not to loose control of himself. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”, he growled and picked up the pace a little, “Can’t believe I finally have you to myself.” Your hand was pressed against his chest, desperately searching for any contact it could get. “Dean, faster, please.”, you moaned. Dean took his hand from yours and used it to lift one of your legs up, putting it over his shoulder and leaning down towards you as he started pounding into you, slick sounds and skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you moaned loudly at him fucking you like this. Dean shushed you once again. “As much as I love making you sound like that, you should keep quiet if you don’t want Sam to hear this.”

You grabbed Dean by his neck and pulled his face as close to yours as possible. “I don’t care, I just want you to keep doing this, fuck.”

“How could I stop when you’re taking me so well? Like you were made for me.” Dean’s hand slipped between your legs, pressing down on your lower stomach and getting you closer to the edge. He started kissing your neck again, running his tongue along the pulsating vein and lightly sucking on it. On his way down to your breasts, he kept biting your sensitive skin just enough to hear those sweet moans from you, marking you as his with the bite marks.

“Dean, please.”, you whined, slowly getting overwhelmed at the feeling of his cock ramming into you over and over, “I’m close.”

His hand went to grab your face again and he almost completely pulled out as he gazed at you, his breath coming shorter. He was close too. “Beg for it.”, he demanded. “Please make me cum.”

Right as you finished your sentence, Dean pushed himself in in one hard thrust and kept this harshness as he picked up the pace like before. Your nails dug into his back and shoulders as you held him close to you, almost screaming when his thumb circled around your clit again. You were so damn close to the edge already, and got sent over it as Dean grunted, “Good fucking girl.”

You came undone around him, his lips catching yours to keep you quiet as he kept penetrating with your walls squeezing around him. Dean cursed under his breath and quickly pulled out before coming on your stomach. You rested your foreheads against each other, needing to catch your breath again, coming down from your highs.

Dean leaned down to kiss you carefully, almost as if you could suddenly break apart beneath him. “We really just did that.”, you said to break the silence. Dean chuckled and nodded, “We sure did.”

You both sat up and Dean helped you get cleaned up. After a short trip to the bathroom, you both laid down on the bed again.

Dean grabbed your hips and made you straddle his lap, looking deep into your eyes, taking in all of your details. You caressed his face with your hands. “You know this wasn’t a one-time-thing, right?”, Dean asked, “I mean, I’m taking a big risk here, but fuck, the things you make me wanna do to you. I’m not gonna let you go.” “Easy, tiger, I’m not going anywhere.”, you chuckled, “I mean, I do have to get back for work soon, but… y’know. I think I’m gonna like being here even more from now on.”

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Never ending

Sub! Dazai x Reader

Pairings: Sub! Dazai x Reader (AFAB)

Content warnings: Smut, over stimulation, handjob, blowjob, BDSM, oral, praise, name usage (good boy is used), crying, edging

Word count: 432

2 hours. It’s been 2 hours, and you haven’t stopped playing with Dazai’s cock. You haven’t once gave Dazai a break, and he’s practically sobbing at the over stimulation at this point. “N-No m-more ple-please” Dazai cries as you continue to pump his cock. “One more baby do it for me. Be a good boy and listen.” Dazai whines when he hears this and starts squirming as you continue to harshly pump his cock up and down.

Luckily, Dazai isn’t able to move too much since you tied his hands to the headboard of y’all’s bed. As you continuously pump Dazai you go down and give a small kitten lick to the slit of Dazai’s cock making him whimper. “NGH~ ohhh mmmm” Dazai moans. “So good for me baby, just relax” You say as you comfort Dazai. “C-Cum g-gonna c-cum” Dazai moans. You then quickly let go of his cock, not allowing him his final release of the night. “P-Please need to cum I’ve been g-good” Dazai says as the feeling of needing to cum slowly disappears.

Once the feeling disappears, you start giving little kisses and licks everywhere on his cock. This makes Dazai start to squirm and whine again at the feeling. Quickly, you place your hands on his legs to still his movements. You put your mouth on the tip of Dazai’s cock and suck on it, which leads Dazai to letting out the loudest whine. You slowly engulf Dazai’s whole cock and slam it into your throat over and over again. Dazai’s legs start shaking, and his mouth hangs open. “M-More” Dazai whines. You could tell Dazai was extremely close to cumming again. With one final suck, Dazai’s eyes rolled back, his body starts to shake, and his toes curled as he came all in your mouth.

When he finished, you slowly lifted your mouth up and swallowed all his cum. Dazai laid limp on the bed as you when to free his arms from the rope that tied his hands to the headboard of the bed. “You were such a good boy for me Dazai” you exclaimed. In response, Dazai just mumbled, clearly tired from what you just put him through.

You lightly caressed his head and then got up to start a bath for him. Once the bath was ready, you helped Dazai get up and walk into the bathroom. You then helped him gently lay down in the warm bath, as you helped him get clean. After his bath you quickly changed the sheets and laid Dazai down where he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Zoros Training Session (18+)

Zoro x female reader. NSFW DNI if you are a minor

Warning: Pet names, face fucking, swearing and unprotected sex.(This is just a fantasy, please use protection lol)

Word count: 2,584

This is my first time writing like this so please go easy on me lol. I’m just hoping at least one person can enjoy.

Today as you rode the waves on the Thousand Sunny, your surroundings seemed more peaceful than normal. Instead of his normal antics, Luffy was passed out on the deck of the ship. Ussop, Chopper and Franky all sitting gathered around for a game of cards. Nami and Robin sat in lounge chairs soaking in the sun, sipping on fruity drinks Sanji made them as he was working in the kitchen. Since he was out of sight, you figured Zoro was up training in the crows nest during his free time. Everyone was at ease, besides you.

It had been 8 months since you agreed to join Luffy’s crew. As much as you loved it, you couldn’t help but miss the little things about life before you became a pirate. Like being able to walk down the street without worrying if someone was after you due to your captains large bounty. Or going to your favorite little spot on the edge of town looking out into the sea for hours, but most of all you missed sex. It has been so long since you’ve felt someone’s body pressed up against yours, their hungry hands tracing every inch of you leaving the feeling of excitement behind.

Normally if it were any other day you would have indulged in the moment with the rest of the crew, but today other things were heavy on your mind. Out of all the people on your crew, only one man peaked your interest. Zoro. You couldn’t tell exactly what it was about him that drove you wild. It could be his determination and loyalty to his captain, his nonchalant idgaf attitude. Or maybe it came down to something more simpler than that, more primal. When it came down to his physical appearance, everything about him had you weak in your knees.

As you sit there letting your mind wander, you can’t help but think. “Would he even be interested in me?” After debating it for some time you give out a sigh and say fuck it. You get up and make your way up to the crows nest. As you make it to the door you hesitate to reach for the handle. Instead, as if you had some sort of instinct you lean forward and press your ear on the door. Expecting to hear the usual grunts and groans of his regular work out, you were more than shocked to hear him moaning. Not only was he moaning, but it was your name. “Oh Fuucckk y/n, I bet you would feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Hearing those words made your core feel hot. You back up, completely taken aback by what you just heard. A million thoughts racing through your mind but the most prominent one was “open the door”. And just as your brain thought of it, your body followed in pursuit. You open the door to find Zoro pantsless sitting on the floor against the wall stroking his hard cock. Immediately, you guys make eye contact.

“It’s about time you came in” he says with a sly grin. “Wh-what do you mean by that?” You say trying to keep eye contact and not stare at his hand wrapped around his hard dick. “Don’t play dumb with me y/n, I heard you eavesdropping outside the door”. His confession makes you beat red in the face. As you begin to try to defend your actions he stands up and walks over to you. On his way over, you can feel his eyes piercing every bit of your exposed skin. Especially keeping his attention on your large breasts squeezing into a bikini top one size to small.

As he stands in front of you, your brain renders itself useless. You can’t manage to let the words in your brain escape to your mouth. Instead you stood there staring into his eyes as you felt the wetness growing inbetween your legs. “What? No words princess?” He reaches up and grabs your jaw. Trying to think of the right thing to say, the truth slips through your mouth. “I want you Zoro, I want you buried deep inside me!” with those words Zoro didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you into a rough sloppy kiss, navigating his tongue around yours as if he were a professional. You couldn’t help but let a little moan out with his forcefulness. He releases you from the kiss using his hands to grab each side of your head. “All you had to do was ask y/n, but just a warning. I won’t go easy on you”

Zoro picks you up with ease, placing his rough and calloused hands tightly on your ass as your legs wrapped around him. He walks you over and places you on the workout bench. His same lustful stare burning straight into your soul as you try not to squirm under him as he stands tall above you. Zoro grabs the base of his cock with one hand, and uses the other to pull at your bottom lip. “Open.” He says under his breath, sounding more like a growl. The way he was acting you didn’t dare hesitate to do what he says, you’ve never seen Zoro like this before. Zoro was normally stern, that was nothing new. But this, the way he was talking to you, the way he was acting, you couldn’t help but crave him more and more. As you part your lips for him he doesn’t give it a second thought before shoving his cock straight to the back of your throat. The feeling of his member was so warm, it was so thick you could feel his pulse. You were so busy focusing on him you didn’t realize your eyes were tearing up, or the gagging sounds you made as his cock stayed deep in your throat. “ Mmmm, Are you gonna let me fuck your pretty face y/n?” Zoro says placing his had on your cheek wiping your tears away with his thumb. You manage to release a muffled “mmmhhmmm” while trying to focus on your breathing. Zoros lustful eyes still stared down at you, this time he was taking in the beauty of your sweet mouth around his cock. The pleasure was already immense and he hasn’t even started fucking your mouth. “Fuuucckkk that’s my girl” he groans with a smirk growing on his face.

Zoro removes his hand from your face and uses it to tightly grip your hair into a makeshift ponytail. As he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth you can’t help but let tiny moans loose every time he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to scan his body. Intently staring at his abs as your eyes work your way up to his muscular chest taking quick shallow breaths. You look up at his face and you feel a sense of pride seeing his head thrown back and his mouth gaping open. “OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD-Y/N” Zoro says with each thrust as he grips your hair tighter. You could tell he was close by the way he started to pick up the pace and pressure, the harder he went the more tears began to fall from your eyes. Without warning his thrust became faster and faster until he forced himself as far as he could into the back of your throat, releasing his hot sticky cum deep in your mouth with a low groan. Zoro pulls his cock out of your mouth leaving a string of his cum and your saliva stretching from your mouth to his tip. Without a word your mouth follows the string of your guys mixed fluids onto his cock. You swirl your tongue around him making sure to get every last drop.

“I never knew you were such a good girl” Zoro says with a sexy laugh as he wipes the bit of cum sitting on your chin. “I’m only a good girl for you” you barely manage to get the words out through your shaky breaths. “That’s what I like to hear, now stand up.” You stand up, you’re so close his cock presses against your stomach and you can feel the heat coming off of his body. Zoro reaches his hands around your back and unclasps your bikini top revealing your plump breasts. Staring down at you half naked he begins to mutter a few curse words under his breath.

In one swift motion, Zoro leans down, cups your breast’s and places one in his mouth. The feeling of pure ecstasy as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud makes you cry out. “Oh Zoro! Your mouth feels so goo-“ before you could finish, Zoro reaches up and places his hand over your mouth. “You have to keep quiet princess” he says muffled while his mouth was still on your breast. You started to squirm at the anticipation of what’s going to happen next. You can feel the wetness continuing to build in between your legs as Zoro toys with your body. He begins to take his free hand, rubbing from your breast all the way down to your navel. His hands kept going back up and down but every time his hand went down, it would get a little closer to your pussy. “Please Zoro, I can’t take it anymore. I need you, please give me your cock. I - I can’t take it anymore” with that being said he releases his mouth from your breast revealing a smug look on his face. “Am I making you that crazy y/n?” He says in a teasing way as his hands travel down to the waistband on your shorts.

Zoro doesn’t hesitate, he pulls your shorts and panties down in one quick move. You kick your clothes to the side, beginning to blush as you can feel him devouring you with his eyes. “Fuck” he says heavily eyeing your now completely bare body. He leans forward, grabbing his dick at the base as he begins to squeeze it between your thighs. Zoro begins to pick up his pace, rubbing himself against your sensitive clit. You tilt your head back enjoying the pleasure that only he can give you. He sees this as an opening and leans forwards leaving little nibbles in the nape of your neck.

“Ple-please Zoro mmhhp - I need you so bad” you say between soft moans as he continues working your body, grinding against your clit in almost a teasing way. “Are you sure you can take it?” Zoro says in a cocky tone. Seeing you begging this way was is certainly an ego boost for him. He stops moving in between your thighs, you can feel tears of frustration forming in your eyes. Zoro leans down a bit licking from your collar bone to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Stop teasing me, please I’m begging. Just take me already” he lets out a slight chuckle at the state you are in right now. He’s never seen you so desperate before, but he really enjoyed seeing this side of you. “Ah, so needy. But I guess since my pretty girl asked so nicely I can help her out.”

Zoro lays you down on the floor and places your legs on his broad shoulders . He begins to glide his tip along the wet folds of your entrance making you whine out in anticipation. “ I love how wet you are for me” he says as he slowly glides his cock into your entrance, making sure to go little by little so you have time to adjust to his size. When he finally bottomed out inside of you, both of you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. “Oh Zoro!” You say while biting your hand trying to keep quiet. “Damn baby girl” he says while pushing his hand on your lower stomach. “You feel how deep I am?” He finally began to thrust in and out of you, keeping a slow pace at first until he began to speed up. Every thrust going deeper than the last until his tip kissed your cervix.

You’ve never felt this good before. Yeah, sure you’ve had sex here and there, but those times were nothing like this. The pure ecstasy you feel in this moment can’t be compared to anything. With his pace quickening, the pleasure became more intense. Your core began to feel hot and tingly, and you could feel yourself tighten around him. Zoro could feel it too. He released a low groan at the sensation, then he leaned forward pinning your body in half with his hands placed pushing on the back of your thighs, he began to hit all the right spots to bring you closer to your release. “Yeahh baby- just like that” he says with a shaky breath. You could tell he was close too. “Are you gonna cum on my cock princess?” There was no way the rest of the crew couldn’t hear how he was pounding you right now. The pornographic noises leaving the two of you, the smacking sounds of his hips slamming into yours. But both of you didn’t care, all that mattered in the moment was the orgasm that was approaching you.

“Yes, Uhhh fuck baby I’m gonna cum!” You moan, now trying to grind your clit against him. Zoro notices, he lets go of one of your thighs and begins to circle your puffy clit with his thumb. This sends you over the edge. That warm knotty feeling in the pit of your stomach explodes, sending waves of pleasure all over your body as you tighten around his cock, digging your nails into his hips as his thrusts begin to become more sloppy. You could tell he was close too. “Shit y/n!” Zoro says as his shaky breath begins to quicken. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Let me cum inside you” his eyes stare into yours looking for confirmation. You can only manage to give a small nod as you recovered from your own release. With your approval he beings to slam as deep as he could into pushing hard against your cervix, you couldn’t help but gasp. He pulls out and pushes in one last time holding himself deep as possible as if you are pulling him in. His hot cum spills inside of you, coating your walls. The sensation makes you both shudder pleasure.

You both laid there for a moment as he remained inside of you. You could feel your juices mixed with his cum spilling out of you and all over him. The sight began to make him hard again. “You wanna go again?” You say with a small laugh as you look up at him. Zoro gives you a smile and pulls away from you. Letting everything spill out. He leans over to grab a towel he was saving for after his workout. Using it he gently cleans the mess the two of you made on yourself and the floor. Zoro sits down beside you and pulls you into him, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I think we should continue this another time. That is, if you’re up for it?” He says muffled as his face is resting on the top of your head. “Oh yeah definitely, but only if you let me take charge next time”. He lets out a little laugh “Whatever you say sweet thing.”

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femme fatale

summary: a morally dubious personal investigator takes a holiday to virginia as she had heard that aaron hotchner was in witsec. he was not.

warnings: MDNI!!!!! blowjobs, slight d/s dynamic, slight rough play, open ending.

a/n: This is my first smut like work! so please give me the benefit of doubt as i know i need to improve lol. Hope you enjoyed!! Happy reading <3 SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE. I know aaron doesn’t come back after witsec but for the sake of plot, he does.

word count: 3062

In the past twelve years you had been everywhere in the world. Paris, London, Milan, Sydney, Nigeria, Moscow, and in forty nine of the fifty states. Every one held a different passport and a different name and accent. There was one state, however, you avoided like the plague. Virginia. Named after the virgin queen, birth place of the first president and home to Quantico, the FBI office and unit chief of the BAU, Aaron Hotchner.

Through the grapevine of criminal connections, you had heard that he had been pushed into WITSEC by Mr Scratch. Him and his son were in Michigan, living a normal life. So you decided to make your way to Virginia.

Your week was spent going around to all the tourist attractions, you had hazy memories of. The Smithsonian, the national gallery of art, and the Lincoln memorial but steering clear of the Capitol. Too risky. Finally, the nightlife.

Holidays in your line of work were rare and short. A night out in a bar, for fun and not information on a suspect was even rarer. You were going out for fun, to get drunk and find someone to pull back into your cheap motel before you were back on the road again. Lightly curled hair twisted around your face, framing it and highlighting the dark, sultry makeup that was precisely painted onto your skin. Dark liner pulling attention to your eyes and a deep red lipstick, surely to leave a mark.

The dress was black, tight, showing everything you had off. It fell around mid thighs that were covered in a silky black stocking that ran down to your feet that were held in expensive black heels. The red bottoms were unmistakable and were a subtle hint at your wealth, steering all of the right people your way.

You’d looked up the bars in the immediate vicinity by your motel. One was a club, that was too young for you, it would be full of college kids looking to score with an older woman. The other was one an older bar with a snooker table and a dart board. This one was too old, filled with older men. The one you’d decided on was called O’keefes. It had a dart board and a moderately sized dance floor. It was the perfect medley between young and old.

The sign outside was glowing red, lighting up the immediate area. Brown wooden doors had little glass windows and you could see the inside was dark with red accent lights, matching the sign in the front. Pushing open the doors, you immediately make your way to the bar and do a scan of the place. The bar was in the middle of the room in a square shape, you sit with your back to the door.

“Can I get a gin and tonic please.” You ask, in a strong french accent, the bartender and she nods, whisking away to go and mix your drink.

“I’ll pay.” A voice says from behind you and you turn around. He’s a blonde, tall, muscular man. “You’re French?” He asks and sits on the red bar stool next to you while nodding to the bartender for a beer.

“Yes, I’m on a vacation?” You say, feigning pauses between your words, giving the impression of changing your dialect to American. “It’s fun here.” You smile at him and rest your chin in your hand.

“Ah I was born here, lived here my whole life.” He tells you and grabs your drinks off of the bartender and you sit and begin to chat. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m an accountant. What about you?” You ask him, not breaking your eyes from his, they were bright blue even in the red light. Not your usual type but he would do.

“I’m a gym instructor.” He comments and subtly flexes. Your toes curl in cringe as he does this but you grit your teeth and make a face of recognition.

“That makes sense, you’re very” You look down and sigh, pretending to think of the word. Looking up you make a grunting noise. You look down again, coyly this time.

“Muscular?” He offers and you make an ‘o’ with your mouth and nod at him. “Yes, I go to the gym every day. I do all sorts of things.” Immediately you had regretted talking to this man. He started to go on and on about all the types of workouts and weights and how long and what muscles it works.

He talked your ear off. He didn’t stop. Your eyes roam around the room, watching all of the other people and they’re conversations that seemed miles more interesting. There was a blonde woman and a bald man having the time of their lives on the dance floor, clearly drunk out of their minds, they looked familiar. The red light bounced around the room and your eyes follow it, taking you on a journey of people watching.

There was another couple, this time in a booth, snogging each others face off. They looked absolutely enamoured with each other. Her hands were in his hair and his hands were on her hips.

Your eyes followed the bouncing light to a round table in the corner of the room. There was a group of five people all laughing and drinking, pointing at the people on the dance floor from a second ago. They were close friends. In the background of your thoughts was the blonde man, still rambling on about the gym and being buff.

The light took your eyes to the door of the men’s bathroom as someone stood out of the doorway. His shoes were black leather oxfords, polished and shining. Black slacks that were perfectly tailored and were tight around his thighs. The same could be said for his white long sleeved shirt, tight across his chest with two buttons undone. A small amount of chest hair peeking out in the gap. Now he was more your type. You looked up to his face to study it.

Your heart drops to your stomach as you take him in. The stool squeaks as you stand up from it quickly and the two of you just stare at each other. You’d also realise you’d walked into a bar full of FBI agents and the one who disliked you the most was looking directly after you. Glancing over to the table of the large group of people you had just observed.

“I am not feeling to well, I have to go.” You say, leaning down to the man, who you didn’t know the name of and watched him look confused. “The gin didn’t sit with me. Goodbye.” You put your hand on his shoulder and grab his beer which he hadn’t touched yet.

You had never been so glad to sit near the door. The split second decision to bolt out of the door was risky. Running out of the bar, you rip the door open and made your way onto the Virginian streets. First mistake, wearing heels. Being a PI provided you with a generous amount of funds. However, expensive heels this high we’re for being walked down the the street in the arm of someone. Not pelting it down paved streets, you already regretted your choice to go out tonight.

Second mistake, coming to Virginia in the first place. You heard the bar door open again and he ran through it, bolting after you. He had the upper hand here, knowing the streets. Quickly, you run into the back alley’s. You didn’t stop running, checking the street signs as you ran. Desperate to get back to your motel, you don’t look back once.

Guessing wasn’t your strong point, you think as you randomly pick another alley to run through, hoping to find some familiarity. All of them started to look the same, maybe you’d already been here, or maybe it was the panic. There was a T shaped turn, you could either go straight foreword or turn right in a couple yards. You run straight foreword.

Suddenly, as you pass the right turn you are slammed against the brick wall. You feel the backs of your tights get stuck to the brick and rip and you wince.

“You prick.” You groan and pull your hands up to shove him off of you. “What you do that for?” Bending down you bring your hands to your knees and puff for breath.

“What job are you on?” He says, with his interrogator voice. Eyebrows creased and shoulders squared to make himself look more threatening.

“I’m not on a job, Hotch.” You tell him and stand up straight, looking at this face close up for the first time in a while. Your mind short circuits for a second as you contain yourself. “You have a beard.”

“You’re always on a job.” He states, clearly not believing you.

“I’m on holiday!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up into the air. “You.” Dragging out the word you point at him. “Are supposed to be in witness protection.”

“How’d you know that?” He asks, confused. He takes a step forward, his chest rising and falling.

“Everyone knew?” You roll your eyes at him. “You had to disappear because of Scratch, you were in Maine.” You shrug. “Now can I please, go back to my motel.”

“No.” He says and takes another step foreword. “You’re a murderer.” He states. “I’ll walk you.”

“Alleged, you have no evidence.” You answer quickly, “You have a bias against me. I’m innocent.” You sigh and start to walk away from him. “We can’t be seen together.”

“I know.” You look at him confused. “To all of those things. But it’s dark, I’ll walk you.” He jogs to catch up to you and the two of you walk at a leisurely pace in the direction of your motel. It’s silent for a while and you take in the streets. “You’re British?” He questions, turning toward you.

“I assumed you knew, all these years.” You laugh slightly. “You have reading glasses yet?” You joke. He doesn’t find it funny. “One day, you’ll laugh.” The silence comes up once again, you swing your arms back and forth. “What did you tell your friends?”

“That I had to go.” He states and you turn into the street of dodgy motels. “Why did you mention my beard?” He asks as he walks you to the door. You turn the key you had in your bra, and lean against the open door way.

“It suits you, you look fit.” You shrug and smile. His face doesn’t move. “It’s a compliment, accept it.” You roll your eyes again and scoff. “You want to come in?” He shakes his head and goes to open his mouth but you interrupt.

“I don’t want to fuck. Calm down.” You walk into your room and wait for him to follow. “Close the door.” You hear it click closed. “It wouldn’t be a good idea for us to have sex again anyway.”

“Why?” He says with a strong breath out of his nose.

“You might get attached.” You smirk at him and he finally laughs. It’s a deep baritone, but silky like honey, you wanted to drown in it. “Also because I think someone knows we’re friends.” You sit down on your bed and pull your red bottoms and frown at the scuffed paint. You look up to him as you peel the ripped tights away from your legs, leaving you in your dress.

“What do you mean?” He asks and you rummage through your bag, pulling out a white envelope. You toss it towards him and watch him pull out pictures of you from vulnerable times throughout the years. “Are these not yours?”

“No, my blackmail is in a safe.” You give him a smile and lean back. “I was served them, like I was being sued.” You explain. “I’m trying to find who’s they are, don’t worry.”

“I will lose my job, if these get out.” He says flicking through them again.

“I know. They won’t.” You assure him and take the photos back, taking them back and sliding them into the envelope. The air in the room feels thick and you bury them back into the bottom of the bag. The dynamic was strange. He didn’t like you because he thought you were a murderer. You didn’t like him because he thought you were a murderer. However, you couldn’t deny the tension the two of you had. You had kept your meetings short for this exact reason, the room heating up. You look up and meet his brown eyes.

“Is that all your things?” He asks and you nod. “It’s not a lot.” He states and stands up rigidly straight.

“I don’t live anywhere for more than a month.” Zipping your bag shut. “I close my cases quickly. You can sit down.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “I should go.” You nod and watch him turn to the door and take two long steps towards it. You never said goodbye. This time though, he hesitated to twist the door knob.

“One more time, couldn’t hurt.” You stand up and the two of you meet half way, wrapping around each other. Your lips hit his neck and you start to suck gently while simultaneously unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt. Your hands dive into the hair on his chest and generally feel him up through the open shirt. “You been working out?”

“Occasionally.” He says nonchalantly as your hands wander south. Down to his toned stomach and your fingers fiddle with the button on his slacks. You look up at him for permission and he nods. Slowly, you use both hands to unbutton them and teasingly pull down the zip. “Hurry up.” He grits and your hand slides inside the trousers but stay over his boxers. You felt him get hard in your hand.

He leans down to your neck and licks up to your ear and whispers. “Get on your knees for me.” You do exactly as your told and lower yourself down to the carpet.

“You’re so lucky you’re hot, this carpet is gross.” You say up to him and pull his black slacks down to his ankles. His mouth perks up at the compliment. You learn on the backs of your feet and wait. Your fingers trail up and down his thigh. He pulls down his boxers and that was a sight you missed.

Just looking at Aaron Hotchner, every one could tell he wasn’t small, in any shape of form. His build was big, his chest was big, his hands were big, you could go on. His dick was certainly big, you observe as he holds it close to your face. “Look up at me.” He instructs and you instantly do what he says.

You didn’t know what view you preferred. On one hand, his dick was pretty. On the other, he had grown a beard out while in WITSEC. They were both equal.

“Can I?” You ask, swiping your tongue over your lip but he cuts you off.

“Patience.” He states sternly. He liked to make you wait. You roll your eyes again but do sit there patiently. He pulls you gently from the back of your head closer to him. You furrow your eyebrows at him, wondering what he was doing. An uncontrollable red flush crawls up your skin as it dawned on you, he was measuring up to your face. Dirty man. He smirks and leans back, “Go ahead.” He finally says and you sigh in relief.

“Patience is not one of my strongest virtues.” You snark and lean in, taking a long, slow lick up his length. In the past few years, you had forgotten what he had tasted like, you didn’t want to forget again. Something you’d never forget was the noise he would make when you finally took him into your mouth.

That groan was music to your ears, a symphony that makes you blush. He’s heavy and warm on your tongue. You look up at him through your eyelashes and his eyes are screwed shut as he pants. Hallowing your cheeks, you slowly bob your head along him.

“Nor is it mine.” He moans out and runs his fingers into your hair. “Can I?” He strokes your hair and you nod, mouth still full of his cock. “Use your words.” He commands and smiles down at you as you pull off of him.

“Yes, you can.” You confirm and he grabs the back of your hair in a fist. He then guides you down on him again, but deeper than before almost breaching your throats and you couldn’t stop yourself from groaning, vibrating on him and the grip on your hair tightens slightly. “Christ.” You feel the leg muscles you have gripped in your hands twitch as he moves his hips forward to meet your movements.

The frequent small spurts of salty taste into your mouth signalled that he was getting closer to the edge. You try not to smirk and you take him deeper and he throws his head back with a throaty groan.

“I’m not going to last long.” He grits his teeth together and his legs twitch again, gripping onto the back of your head as you control your breathing through your nose.

He calls out your name, a word he rarely even whispers. It falls out of his lips as he finishes into yours.

He pulls out of your throat and you swallow, standing up and then perching on the edge of your bed. “Let me pay you back.” He says and takes steps towards your, lips landing on your neck. A soft moan leaves your mouth. But suddenly, the two of you are ripped apart by the phone ringing. He pulls away and answers, it’s not work, you can tell by his softer than usual tone.

“I’ve got to go.” He awkwardly says, pulling his trousers back up and buttoning his shirt. “It’s my son, Jack, he’s ill.” He grabs his wallet that had fallen on the floor in the chaos. “I’ll see you soon.” You follow him to the creaky door to see him out.

“No, you won’t.” He begins to walk away into the dark of the night. “Goodbye Aaron!” You call out into the darkness as he disappears.

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A Lasting Impression ♡

Characters: Lucifer/OC/Lilith

Switching POVS

Word count: 3.2k

Important: 18+ minors do not interact. fem dom! Lilith, sub top! Lucifer, fem!reader, threesome, fingering, open relationship, penetrative sex, teasing, oral sex, character uses she/they pronouns.

I made this for a close friend of mine, his OC’s name is Ciel, and she is an overlord in the underworld.

Literally, my first time writing smut…so…

Boarder credits to plutism !

The eternal crimson light radiates above Pentagram City. It illuminates among crumbling sidewalks whose jagged edges are nearly as sharp as a local thief's blade, leaving behind twisted shadows that linger longer than the pungent odor of regret and sex. Dried blood sticks to any available surface, acting as the only reminder of a being's existence after being viciously gored. The light is a terrifying symbol of one's vulnerability to death, where a person's entire being is stripped down to its core and made visible to their true self.

Most hide away as best they can to maintain their sense of seclusion. Stability.

It would be a lie to suggest Ceil is not among them. She has always found solace in the darkness. That is only natural, as it was the first thing she saw when she entered hell. Many assume that when you meet your demise, you are rudely dropped into a flaming inferno and forced to live out the rest of your days as a helpless slave to the man himself. However, after Ciel's final breath and the way the cold air felt against their blue lips, everything became numb. She seemed caught between time and space, followed by an endless nothingness. They imagine it was their punishment to be alone, with only encounters from the depths of her memory bank. But then there came a light, similar to the one she bears witness to before her…

Nestled in the heart of the city's junction, the enormous white and gold estate is a beacon of splendor and charm. Its pristine facade, adorned with intricate golden accents, shimmers under the gentle caress of moonlight, casting a mesmerizing glow that enchants all who behold it. It's almost absurd that something so heavenly is here. As expected, its inhabitants are the embodiment of grace and delicacy.

Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

Every sinner knows them, regardless of how recently they have 'dropped.'

Respect is difficult, yet even the meanest brutes can bite their tongues when graced by royalty. Ceil longs for that kind of authority. Talk of the town is like a never-ending telephone game, misconstrued or added on for flare. When others became aware of her presence, there was an unprecedented wave of rumors, specifically in the Pride ring.

That may be why they were invited during their daily tea hour with Rosie. The beautifully sealed envelope exudes an aura of grandeur. Its seal, meticulously stamped with the emblem of the hosting organization, adds an air of exclusivity and importance to the contents within. As they run their fingers along its smooth surface, they can almost feel the excitement radiating from within, promising an evening of elegance.

The king and queen had invited her to their home.

To their party.

To them.

Ciel knew she couldn't pass up this opportunity, which is how she ended up here. Within the walls of the magnificent mansion, the gala unfolds like a scene from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the exquisitely decorated ballroom. Elaborate floral arrangements adorn every corner, their vibrant hues adding to the lavish surroundings.

Guests, fitted in their finest attire, mingle amidst the grandeur, their laughter and conversation filling the air. Servants move gracefully among the crowd, offering trays of decadent hors d'oeuvres and glasses of fine champagne.

At the center of the room, a raised dais hosts a band of talented musicians, their melodies weaving through the crowd with allure. The music swells and dances, carrying with it an irresistible energy that beckons guests to the dance floor.

That’s when she saw them.

The royal pair attracts attention with their elegance and poise. The handsome man with the tousled blonde hair was the first to catch their eye. Despite his stature, his presence fills the room with undeniable charisma. His rosy cheeks hint at his jovial nature, while his piercing eyes sparkle with intelligence.

Beside him is his counterpart, a tall and remarkably gorgeous woman with olive-toned skin that sparkles in the mellow candlelight. Sculpted with refinement, cascading waves of dark hair frame her delicate features.

Together, they epitomize the perfect balance of strength and grace, their union symbolizing harmony and unity within the royal court. As they engage in conversation, their easy rapport and shared laughter illuminate the room, captivating all who have the privilege of beholding them.

Ciel is held hostage by the image of such a delicacy. If she had not been able to feel the gazes of other bystanders, she would have drooled like a starving animal or a dunce.

Amidst the crowd, Lucifer notices the young woman seated alone at a table, her presence a calling to him. He approaches with a stride and a knowing smile on his lips.

As he reaches her table, he offers a drink with a courteous nod. She meets his eyes with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her demeanor guarded yet intrigued by his attention.

“Hello there, a drink?” The champagne in his hand sparkles tauntingly as Ciel takes hold, giving it a small taste. “Why thank you.”

Lucifer takes a seat beside them, manuring ever so gracefully that his pristine tailcoat tucks perfectly underneath him. “Are you that new face I’ve heard so much about? I must say, you are much less intimidating in person.” The mild jazz playing in the background does not drown out his voice.

"Mm, it seems I am; my name is Ciel. Take passing conversations with a grain of salt, as they are often misconstrued.”

“I see.”

“And what about yourself? You’re not at all what the book makes you out to be.” Ciel looked at him carefully, a gentle smile gracing their lips. Lucifer’s bushed brows shot up in amusement. “I understand an introduction is not needed! How grand! Are you pleasantly surprised I’m not some horrid beast?”

“Would it be wrong of me to say yes?” She teased.

Funny. He likes that.

As the night wears on and the champagne flows freely, they are drawn together by shared laughter and lighthearted banter. Their eyes sparkle with mischief as they exchange playful quips and witty remarks, the intoxicating effects of the bubbly heightening their sense of camaraderie.

With each passing moment, their inhibitions fade, replaced by a growing sense of desire. Their laughter becomes more animated, and their touches linger a fraction longer, igniting a subtle yet undeniable spark between them.

However, amidst their playful flirtation, a shadow of guilt tugs at the overlord's conscience. She steals furtive glances towards his wife, who converses amiably with an acquaintance just a few feet away. Summoning her wit, she offers a sly remark, "Your Majesty, your charm is as dangerous as it is delightful. I fear I may be getting swept away in a current where I shouldn't be swimming."

The king's demeanor momentarily gives way to a thoughtful silence, his expression becoming unreadable as he weighs the words. For a fleeting moment, the air between them crackles with tension, as if suspended in anticipation of his response.

Then, with a subtle shift in his countenance, his features softened, and his eyes were alight with a glimmer of delight. With measured grace, he leans in slightly. "Ah, my dear, perhaps it is the allure of the forbidden that makes life's dance all the more thrilling."

Hm…

“A beauty she is.” Ciel sighs as their eyes drift across the captivating woman again, no longer masking her words with subtlety.

“Lilith? Indeed.” He responded.

“How would she feel about her husband chatting up a stranger?”

“Is this not a social event? Conversation is the pinnacle, sweetheart.”

“Conversation maybe. Flirting is not.” Ciel quips back.

“Ah ha! I see now. Is that what is bothering you? Lilith is not ignorant of my proclivities; in fact, she welcomes them with open arms!” He expresses himself gleefully, animating with his arms outstretched.

“It still feels wrong to be this friendly behind her back.” The once sweet fizz of the drink now burned unpleasantly at Ciel's throat. There is a beat of silence.

“Would you like for us to all get better acquainted?”

How could they deny an offer as sweet as that?

The ascent up the grand staircase is a haze. The soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls, casting intricate shadows that sway with every movement. As they reach the top of the stairs, the air becomes thick with suspension.

Is this the appropriate thing to do?

Scents of jasmine linger in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of musky cologne, creating an intoxicating allure that pulls Ciel forward, ceasing any previous doubts.

Guided by the faint sound of murmured voices, she stands before the elaborate doors of the king and queen's private bedroom. The wood is warm beneath her fingertips as she pushes them open, revealing a sanctuary of luxury beyond.

The inside of the room is bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a halo around Lucifer and Lilith as they recline upon the plush bed. The queen's eyes are alight with a playful spark, and her voice is a melodic whisper as she welcomes them into their intimate domain. With a graceful gesture, she invites her to join them, her words laced with a subtle invitation that ignites a flicker of desire within Ciel's chest.

“No need to be shy, lovely. Your presence is much appreciated.”

Time feels as though it were moving through a thick puddle of molasses. Lingering touches dance along Ciel's skin; the feeling is so overwhelming that a soft whine escapes her lips. It was not her intention to come and seduce the most prominent individuals in the underworld, but she was pleased with the outcome. Little did she know, the feeling was mutual. Lucifer watches from a distance, his eyes ablaze with tension, his demeanor poised yet brimming with desire.

He knew it was not his turn.

He knows to wait patiently.

His gaze never wavers as he observes the exchange between Ciel and his goddess, a silent witness to the unfolding tableau of intimacy. With a tender smile, Lilith reaches out, her fingers grazing Ciel's cheek in a gesture of affection. In that brief touch, a current of electricity courses through, heightening the intensity of the moment. “I've heard so much about you; please forgive me. I just needed to see you for myself.” “You’re much prettier in person.” And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lilith leans forward, her lips meeting theirs in a gentle yet impassioned kiss.

In that stolen moment of intimacy, the world outside fades away, leaving only the desperation of her and Lucifer, who watches with bated breath, his need now mirrored in the depths of his eyes. He can feel the distinctive strain against his pants.

All three let out short huffs as they hastily dropped their garments. It was too hot, too sticky. Ciel sought comfort in the cold air wafting throughout the chamber, being able to feel herself slip away in the confinements of pleasure. The only thing that drew her back was the distinct ticking of the grandfather clock.

“How do you feel?” Lilith is imbued with a sultry allure, carrying like a whispered caress throughout the air.

The duvet that was once neatly tucked into the soft mattress below was now thrown aside by the movement of bare bodies. Lilith has them right where she wants them. Their legs spread prettily enough for her to see the glimmer of the slick coat along her fingers. Ciel's cunt flutters greedily as the skillful fingers push inside once more. A mewl escapes her lips as she tries to form coherent thoughts. It was all too much. The tips of her fingers press snuggly against the sensitive tissue, making her chase for more.

It’s to no avail.

Each time she experiences that wonderful feeling, it is abruptly taken away, leaving her bewildered and dazed.

“Confined.” Ciel manages to sputter out after the loss of Lilith's touch. “I understand that, darling. What do you seek?” Lilith asks as she presses against her soft and sticky walls once again. She hisses, annoyed by the teasing. With a sharp retort poised on their lips, they muster the courage to respond with a sly remark, hoping to regain control of the conversation. “Release.”

But as the words leave their mouth, a wave of instant regret washes over, like a cold shower extinguishing the fire of their defiance. They realize too late the weight of their words and the potential consequences of their impulsive retort. Lilith's mouth curls into a grin as she makes a disapproving sound with her tongue.

No.

“Greedy thing.”

Please!

Ciel finds themselves consumed by an insatiable desire for her touch once more. Every fiber of their being yearns for the electrifying sensation of her fingers against their skin, aching for the pleasure it brings. Her voice trembles with intensity as they plead, their words an impassioned request for her return. Lilith coos gently, wiping away the salty tears that collected at their lash line. A forgiving queen she is. “Shh shh… I’ll ask you again.“

A murmur echoes within the room, laced with an ethereal appeal that holds them transfixed. "What do you seek?" With trembling breath, they confess their deepest longing, their voice barely a whisper, “Power.”

“Good girl.”

The stretch of Lucifer’s cock lacked the familiar, painful ache Ciel was accustomed to. He glides inside smoothly and bottoms out fully. Lilith’s preparation had made it easy; a puddle of arousal coats the underside of their body. Never in his life would he compare the beauty of another to his love, but this one? This one was making it increasingly difficult. Her walls had him entrapped, earning a low groan from him. So soft, even the jagged stitches that etched across her body felt gentle. His pulse flutters as he drags an earnest finger over the raised skin. He could not explain the growing impulse that rose within him, as he frequently acted on it. Lucifer presses a long kiss on the scar at the junction of her navel. “You’re doing so well, taking me so well.” He softly murmurs while pressing his finger against her sensitive nub, causing Ciel to cry out. His pace quickens and the sound of skins hitting against one another grows in passion-filled intensity.

Ciel's muffled squeak was met with the sweet taste of Lilith, a mixture of nectar and lust. The mound, so snuggly pressed against her lips, flutters with need. “Sweetheart—!” Lilith whimpers.

What a beautiful voice.

Ciel had no time to enjoy the sweet sound as Lucifer's rhythmic hip movements clouded her mind. She could hear the distinctive sound of lips meeting one another in a feverish haze. So passionate. They feel a sense of awe and reverence wash over them as if witnessing a sacred union that transcends mortal understanding.

“I love you.”

It was not said to her, though the effects were all the same. Ciel wailed loudly as their hips stuttered, their orgasm rushing over them so hard it left a dull pulse within. He groans in response to the connection between the inseparable duo becoming tighter. He presses his hands against her thighs, massaging the sweat-coated fat in between.

“You’re okay, lovely. I got you.”

The smooth exchange between the two leads Lilith to rush after her release; she can feel the coil inside snap. Coming down from her high duey sweat beads at her forehead, she was satisfied.

Ciel yearns for the snug embrace of Lucifer, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. It took a moment for her to gasp for breath before her eyes trailed downward. He hadn’t cum.

She could cry.

Lilith, ever so perceptive, notices their discomfort and moves to reassure them. She offers a warm and understanding smile as she softly touches their cheek. "How precious. Do not be troubled, my dear." She says softly, her voice a soothing melody amid their turmoil. Drawing them up into a tender embrace, the queen whispers words of reassurance, her voice a balm to their wounded pride. With her gentle guidance, Ciel begins to feel the weight of embarrassment lift from their shoulders. “This is not your doing. Luci requires a little extra attention.” She gently pulls Ciel aside, then lays her husband down.

He had waited patiently, so who was she to deny his release?

Ciel peeks in marvel as she kisses him up his jaw, her fingers gripping his cock securely and slowly pumping it while cooing.

“My dove?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you feel me?” With that, her free hand glides three fingers into his inviting hole, delicately pumping in and out. She receives no response; instead, Lucifer lets out a pitched whine, and he puffs out a strangled breath. To see someone as significant as him come undone so effortlessly made the familiar warmth of yearning pool in Ciel's gut.

“Are you paying attention?”

In their oblivious state, she fails to register the question, their mind preoccupied with the grandeur of the moment. Her laughter fills the air, quickening their heart with realization. A rush of warmth floods their cheeks as they finally comprehend the implications of the words. With an impish glint in their eye, Ciel teasingly inches closer to her, their movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

How ironic.

Hearts race with excitement at the audacity of their actions. “Whatever for, your majesty?” With a charming smile, the queen leans closer, almost meeting lips for another kiss. How she wishes she could taste her once more, the flavor forever grained into her mind. This was no mistake. She is thankful for the rumors, the yearly gala, and the chance to savor such a delight.

The air surrounding them thickens as Lucifer moans once more before cumming, and the sticky remnants drip from her fingers as she brings them up to Ciel's mouth. They do not hesitate to suck, and the taste is as sweet as hers. Heavenly.

“Why for our next rendezvous, of course.”

Author's Note: thank you so much for reading ! If anyone is here for an update on my Alastor fic I'll be working on it soon enough! Let me know if anyone wants a variant version where it's x gn reader. much love! p.s my ask box is open pls come talk with me.

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[cyberghu0l]

Stay In

Shuri Udaku × MIT fem student

You're getting ready to go out with some friends after classes, but your girlfriend is clingy and decides to hold you back for awhile.

"Girl, keep calling my phone and I'm not coming nomore." You spit out as you put on your eyeslashes. You looked carefully into the bathroom mirror. Your girlfriends on the other line. "Yes, I'm almost ready. Be here in 30." You hung up before they could protest. You leaned back blinking a few times, adjusting to the lashes. You examined yourself. You wore a short black slip dress that fitted to your shape perfectly and a black blazer that was the same length. Around your neck, a diamond Cuban link necklace your girlfriend gifted you.

After applying some lipstick, you heard a knock at the door. It's only been 5 minutes, why are they here so early. You walked back out to the main part of your dorm and opened the door, revealing your girlfriend. A smile formed on your face, as you let her in. Locking the door. "You're here!" You jumped into her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"HI, darling." She hugged your waist, her hands traveling down to grip your ass earning a giggle from you. You pulled away. "How come you're in America?" "No reason, it's been slow back home, so I decided to surprise you." She leaned in to peck your lips. "I'm sorry baby, I'm going out tonight."

"That is why you are dressed like one of those colonizer agents." You laughed. "Don't go out." She studied you. Every wrinkle in your dress, every stitching in your blazer, watching how it hugged you perfectly. "Why?" You furrowed your brows at her. "Nobody cannot see this, it's too good for their eyes." She came back to you pecking your lips again. This time one after the other. You knew where this was going.

She brought your arms to her neck and lifted you up onto her. Your legs wrapping around her strong waist. The kiss deepened. Her tongue exploring your mouth as you moaned from the pleasure. She made it to the bed finally dropping you on the soft blankets. She went for your neck. Then you remembered. "Shuri, baby." She found the spot. You let out a moan, making her chuckle. "That's not funny." You tapped her back lightly.

She came up, looking at you, still trying to hold in her laugh. "I have to go." She frowned. "You're leaving me here, I've already seen you like this. There is no way I can let you leave now." You chuckled as you got up from the bed. You fixed your hair back into the ponytail and looked at the time. They still won't be here for 20 minutes. You looked at Shuri, then at your phone.

Fuck it

You made your way to her sitting on her lap, straddling her waist. You kissed her neck as she chuckled, realizing your decision. You began taking off your blazer as she did the same for her jacket. She looked at your body hungrily. "You can stare now or take it off me." Her slender fingers made their way to your ass, griping it as you grinded into her. She pulled the hem all the way off your body and laid you down under her.

She kissed you all the down to your breasts. Taking one nipple into her mouth and her hand playing with the other. Rubbing, twirling and even pinching it. The sensation brought you over the edge. You needed her now. "Shuri..." You moaned out. "Don't be needy." She planted wet kisses on your stomach and played with the waistband of your red lace panties.

"These are so pretty, darling." You smiled remembering you bought them for her. She slipped it off you and kissed your inner thighs finally making it to your opening. She went in for your cilt. She flattened her tongue as she licked and sucked on the sensitive bud. Your moans were getting louder. You put your hand over your mouth to suppress the sound. Then, your phone rang.

You flipped it over on your desk. Shuri stopped and looked at you. "Answer it." Your eyes widened.

"But-"

"Just answer."

You answered the phone hearing the loud laugher of your friends on the other end. Shuri put in two fingers, moving at a steady pace. "H-Hey Riri." You stammered trying not to moan. "Girl where you at? We outsideeee!" You heard Natasha, Tiana and Nini scream with her. "Sorry girl, s-something came up." She went back to sucking on your cilt. You gripped the sheets beneath you. "Fuck that, get your fine ass out here!" You felt the knot in your stomach start.

"I-It's something for my Physics course I-I'm- Shittt." You cursed. "You good girl?" Riri asked. "Yep!" Your voice went up an octave. "Just remembered I need to turn this in by 12." Your eyes met the back of your head as you were coming up on your high. Shuri noticed and quickened her pace. "Okay, well good luck babes! Love youu!" "Love you too bye." You hung up quickly and let out a gasp. "Fuck fuck fuck! Shuri!"

You grabbed a handful of her curly hair as you felt the knot untying. You panted as she let you finish on her fingers. "You handled that beautifully, princess." She looked up at you licking her fingers from your juices. "You owe me a night out." You pointed at her weakly. "Anywhere you want." She kissed your sweet lips.

this is my first smut yall don't say anything. wanted to try something different other than fluff, i love writing but why not do a lil smut here and there for yall. there's a 3 part series sitting in my drafts rn🙈yall will probably see that this weekend. school and practice been kicking my ass, so sorry i haven't been uploading !

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[toadontoadstool]

Synopsis: Armin is a pretty boy with a pretty cock.

Warnings: Blowjob, description of his cock, he calls you baby, that's it!

Notes: This is an x reader but y/n isn't used.

This is my first time writing smut so I'm sorry if it isn't that good!

Armin is such a pretty boy. He also has a pretty cock. His tip is a pretty pink colour #f1b0af and you just want to smother it with kitten licks. He's a perfect 6,5 inches in length with a 5 inch girth.

You just love to give Armin blowjobs. His pretty blue eyes watch you with lust as you lightly stroke his shaft. You rub your thumb over his slit smudging the pre to lubricate him. He tosses his head back and groans as you tighten your grip and start rubbing faster. You use your other hand to fondle his balls. When he starts to twitch you take your hands off and welcome him into your mouth.

He whimpers as you take him all the way into the back of your throat. You gag slightly and he strokes your face with his hand before he moves it up to the back of your head to guide you slowly up and down his cock. "F-fuck baby~ .. just like that.. " he whimpers out as you take him to the hilt.

You moan looking up at him with tears pricking in your eyes. He moans loudly at the vibrations in your throat and pushes you head down as he spurts hot ropes of his thick creamy cum into your throat. You pull off of him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You open you mouth to show him you swallowed and he groans pulling you up to straddle and kiss him. "You did so good for me baby, let me return the favor~.. "

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